Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Only Song Ci understood that Kleman's confession was not her, but her mother Jiang Shiyu. It is a pity that my mother has passed away for many years and can't know Kleman's infatuation.

Sometimes, when Song Ci analyzes her mother's emotional entanglements in her life, she also feels that her mother is a scum.

The pianist Kleiman was scumbed first, then the ghost father Han Zhan was scumbed, and finally he was tied to her father's red pine and cypress tree.

Regarding scum, few women are too scumbag to cross Jiang Shiyu.

Everyone who was scumbed by her was a big boss with a face, a name and a surname.

Song Ci gave Kleiman's INS a thumbs-up, and ignored the comments made by fans on the Internet.

The movie is scheduled to be released on May 5th, 2022, and it is now January 28th. In a few days, the Chinese New Year will begin.

Starting from February 23, the crew will hold several media meetings in many countries around the world.

After all, Song Ci is the heroine, and she must attend film promotion conferences in several important international metropolises.

Du Junfei told Song Ci on WeChat that he arranged four publicity meetings for Song Ci.

They are New York Station in the United States on February 23, London Station in the UK on February 26, and Paris Station in France on March 5.

The last stop will be at Yucheng, China, and the press conference will be on March 12.

In other words, starting from February 21st, Song Ci had to leave home and go to the United States to participate in the propaganda conference, and it will not be able to completely end the work of the propaganda conference until March 13th.

Song Ci, who was newly promoted to a mother after leaving home for twenty days, was particularly reluctant to bear two children.

But there are contract constraints, and Song Ci cannot break the contract.

It's about to attend the publicity meeting. Song Ci, who loves beauty, does not allow her image to appear in front of reporters with a dirty and greasy image.

More than two months after childbirth, Song Ci, under the guidance of postpartum weight-loss nutrition experts, has successfully lost 16 kg.

Song porcelain nowadays is slimmer than when it was just given birth, but it is still much plump compared to before pregnancy.

There are still more than 20 days to participate in the promotion. Song Ci plans to use this time to do two things well. One is to abstain from breastfeeding the child, and the other is to lose weight to the pre-pregnancy size.

During the Chinese New Year, Song Ci spent a week to successfully wean the child.

The process of weaning was miserable. Not only was the child uncomfortable, but Song Ci was also uncomfortable. Often when I wake up at night, my coat is soaked.

During that time, their sheets and quilt cover always smelled of milk.

Even when Han Zhan went to work, Li Li could smell the milk on his body.

Li Li jokes at Han Zhan: "Why do you still have milk on your body when you are a mother in Song Ci?" Li Li's children drink milk, so Li Li doesn't know about women weaning.

Han Zhan is also not good at telling Li Li about the embarrassment that Song Ci has encountered recently when he is abstaining from breastfeeding. Hearing Li Li’s question, Han Zhan said, "We have a good relationship with each other. Are you jealous?"

Li Li pouted, "I am jealous of what you do?"

Li Li's life is fairly peaceful now.

Moving out with Su Beibei to live alone, without the battle between her mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, the relationship between Li Li and Su Beibei completely stabilized.

When he arrived at his new home, Li Li found a nanny for Su Beibei, who was responsible for cleaning and cooking the house.

Su Beibei is only responsible for bringing children.

Their child is very well-behaved, perhaps because she knew that Su Beibei was too hard when she was pregnant with him. The child slept the whole night after he was discharged from the hospital.

Even if the child woke up hungry at night, he ate and fell asleep.

Especially worry-free.

"By the way, has Auntie been making noise recently?"

Because Li Li moved with his grandson and daughter-in-law, leaving her an old lady to live alone. Li's mother had been sulking some time ago, always making noises, making Li Li mentally exhausted.

When Han Zhan asked about his mother, Li Li looked tired.

He sighed: "I only recently discovered that my mother is so aggressive and unforgiving."

In the past, Li Li and Li's mother depended on each other for fate. Li's mother treated him as a pain. It was too late to love him, and she was willing to hurt him.

But now, Mother Li feels that Li Li has abandoned herself for a woman, and she is not happy to take care of her grandson.

The relationship between the mother and son who had been very emotional in the past is getting more and more rigid.

Han Zhan enlightened Li Li: "Auntie still loves you. The anger is only temporary, so don't be impatient. Being a son is the hardest thing to be a man. You have to thank you Beibei for not being a stubborn woman. "

If Su Beibei is also unclear, and has to face Li's mother, then Li Li's life is really dire.

When Li Li thought of Su Beibei, his heart felt warm.

"Well, Beibei may feel sorry for my mother. No matter what my mother says, she will endure it. In fact, I hope she can yell to my mother sometimes. Method."

Li Li felt that Su Beibei, who is arrogant and aloof, is the real Su Beibei with personality and soul.

Su Beibei, who made such a compromise, made him feel distressed.

Han Zhan agreed with Li Li's view. He said: "Why not sit down and have a heart-to-heart talk with Beibei and tell her your attitude and thoughts. Your support is her confidence when facing your mother."

"Furthermore, Auntie's idea is not right. Your father may not be guilty of death, but he is indeed at fault. He drunk driving and hit someone, which is illegal in itself. Su Bei lost her parents. After all, she is the most pitiful. That person."

Li Li nodded, "It was originally, I also explained to my mother, but she couldn't hear anything."

"Aren't all women like this?"

The two smiled at each other and stopped talking.

-

Time flies like a white horse, and it’s February 19 in a flash.

Thinking of Song Ci's departure to the United States the day after tomorrow, Han Zhan felt a little irritable, and he was absent-minded at everything. In the end, he skipped work and went home.

Han Zhan sat in the car and called Song Ci. "Where?"

Song Ci said: "At home."

"Clean up, I'll be right back to pick you up."

Song Ci is accompanying the children in the sun in the yard.

In the yard, there are two bamboo cribs lined up side by side, with a baby lying on each bed.

On the headboards of the two beds, the names of sister and sister were written respectively.

The crib was made by Han Zhan, and the words were mentioned by the father, and the sheets on the bed were chosen by Song Ci.

Although it has been almost three months since the children were born, because they were born prematurely, their corrected gestational age has only been more than one month. The little guys don't know how to turn over, but they love to laugh.

Song Ci teased them a little bit, and her sister would be like a smile point, her mouth opened, showing toothless gums, and she couldn't stop smiling.

Sister Han Jun wants to be more reserved, she smiles softly.

When Song Ci heard Han Zhan's words, she put a rattle into her sister's palm and shook her sister's hand. Listening to the sound of the rattle, Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "What do you want me to do with a change of clothes? Is there a party to attend?"

"No, I want to date you."

Hearing Han Zhan seriously said that he wanted to date him, Song Ci's heartbeat was a little fast.

Song Ci can't remember the last time he dated Han Zhan.

She beamed with a smile, and asked Han Zhan, "What are we going to do?"

Han Zhan said: "Secrecy first, you just need to change into clothes that are easy to move."

"it is good!"

Song Ci called Zhong Bugui, and moved the crib back to the house with him for the old man to watch.

Each child has an exclusive nanny to take care of him, and the father and Uncle Zhong are at home, so Song Ci can go out with confidence.

She went upstairs to put on makeup, changed clothes, and came downstairs with her bag.

Grandpa saw that Song Ci was very well dressed today. He took off his reading glasses, put down the book in his hand, and smiled and asked Song Ci: "Going out? With friends?"

Song Ci picked up an apple on the table and stuffed it into the bag.

Recently I have lost weight and have eaten little food. I have to eat some fruits in the afternoon to replenish my energy.

Song Cichao's grandfather smiled playfully before saying, "Brother Han is going on a date with me."

"Yo!" Han Aoyu glanced at the two children and suddenly said, "You don't have to come back at night. Anyway, there is a nanny to take care of the children, so don't worry."

Song Ci subconsciously said, "Why don't you come back?"

After asking, Song Ci later realized what Grandpa meant.

Song Ci couldn't help but flushed a beautiful white face, her blushing to the neck.

Song Ci lowered his head, and said falteringly: "I don't know where Brother Han is going to take me. I won't be back at night. I will find out later..."

Hearing the sound of cars, Song Ci ran away. "Brother Han is here, I'll leave Grandpa first!"

Han Aoyu laughed a few times.

He lowered his head, glanced at the two little darlings, and couldn't help poking his index finger on the little ones' fleshy chins.

Just like poking jelly, Q bombs Q bombs.

The old man thought it was funny and poked it again.

Zhong Bugui saw it, and quickly stopped him, "The children are going to sleep, old man, take care of you."

The old man reluctantly withdrew his claws.

-

Han Zhan just parked the car at the gate, and when he got off the car, he saw the gate open from the inside, and Song Ci rushed out like a small steel cannon.

Song Ci slammed into Han Zhan's arms.

Han Zhan caught her and looked down at her today's clothes.

The sun is very big today, the temperature reaches 12 degrees, and the climate is warm, suitable for smelly.

Song Ci wore a beige and velvet short sweater with a pair of gray tight-fitting high-waisted jeans.

She rolled up her lazy curly hair and wore a pair of ruby ​​earrings.

Beautiful, yet lazy and charming.

Seeing Han Zhan looking at himself, Song Ci tilted his head up and smiled with dazzling eyes and bright stars.

Han Zhan was confused by the smile.

"Don't laugh like that." Han Zhan covered Song Ci's smiling eyes.

Song Ci held the back of his hand and asked with a smile, "Why?"

Han Zhan said: "It makes people want to kiss." I want more.

Song Ci took Han Zhan's hand and boldly invited him: "Come on, dear, my whole body allows you to exercise privileges."

Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's lipstick mouth and liquid foundation face, unable to take it off.

In the end, he just grabbed the back of Song Ci's hand and kissed it.

Song Ci withdrew her hand and smiled and took Han Zhan's arm. She stood on her tiptoes and said, "Grandpa said just now that we don't need to come back tonight."

Han Zhan glanced at her deeply and asked, "Has it been three months?"

The doctor said that after a caesarean section, couples are not recommended to have **** within three months.

Han Zhan had been holding back for too long, he was afraid that if he let go, he would be a beast.

Song Ci said: "It's just a day or two."

It doesn't matter.

Han Zhan understood Song Ci's suggestion. He said, "Wait for me to take a look at our daughters. I can't see them all night. I miss them."

Han Zhan returned to the house alone.

The two little guys are sleepy.

As soon as Han Zhan came back, he hugged them, kissing and teasing them again.

Han Zhan had a good time and left, leaving two children who wanted to sleep but couldn't sleep, crying.

Han Zhan walked back to the car quickly.

Song Ci said, "I seem to hear the children crying."

Han Zhan heard the nanny coaxing the child, and he bent his lips and said, "It's all your illusion."

Song Ci thought he had heard it wrong.

Han Zhan helped Song Ci to fasten his seat belt and stared at Song Ci's beautiful and charming face at close range. Han Zhan suddenly said, "You are so beautiful today, like an eighteen-year-old girl."

After Song Ci heard Han Zhan's praise, she felt happy. She said, "My name is Nen."

"Then I call eating tender grass?" Han Zhan made a humorous joke.

Song Ci was amused by Han Zhan.

Han Zhan started the car. When he looked up, he saw his face and dress on the dash cam screen, and he frowned.

The gray close-fitting turtleneck sweater and the navy blue long coat look like an adult man.

It's still the kind of old age and decay.

Han Zhan felt a little sad.

As the car headed down the mountain, Song Ci accidentally rubbed the lipstick on her sleeves. She took out the small mirror from her bag and took the lipstick to make up.

Song Ci put on lipstick, and suddenly heard Han Zhan next to him ask: "Do you think I will look better if I have long hair and a fashionable hairstyle?"

Hearing this, Song Ci leaned over suspiciously, staring at Han Zhan strangely.

Song Ci suspected that Han Zhan changed his soul today.

"What's the matter, are you still my Han brother?" Her pure gentleman Han, never cares about hairstyle and skin color.

what is it today?

Han Zhan explained: "I'm tired of looking at Cuntou." The main reason is that Cuntou seems too mature and he wants to be tender.

Song Ci sighed, and she said, "Binch is good, energetic, and masculine. A man who wants to be so exquisite and good-looking does what he can do. It's not as good as being rich."

Han Zhan complained about Song Ci: "You are too realistic."

"Then do you love it or not?"

"Love."

After a while, Song Ci heard Han Zhan ask again: "Is there a good mask recommended? I want a mask that can make people younger when I use it."

Song Ci: "..."

She finally understood what Han Zhan wanted to express.

"Brother Han thinks he's getting old?" Song Ci felt unbelievable. Why did Han Zhan suddenly get the hang of it?

Han Zhan hummed quietly.

He touched his left hand at the end of his eyes, a little sad. "Sometimes I frown and I can find one or two very shallow wrinkles at the end of my eyes."

He has wrinkles, but what about Song Ci?

She is as tender as a grass, with collagen on her face, and if she dresses up casually, she is beautifully bubbling.

Han Zhan still cared somewhat about his appearance in his heart.

"I have started to grow wrinkles, but the porcelain treasure is still very young. I want to match you better in appearance."

Song Ci felt amused, but also sad.

"Brother Han." She stretched out her left hand and pressed her index and middle fingers on the edge of Han Zhan's right eye.

Song Ci gently rubbed the end of Han Zhan's eyes, and his tone became very gentle.

She said: "Brother Han, in my heart, you are the most handsome man in the world. I admire the young skins of many men, but I only admire and please your soul."

"I like you, whether it's you when you were 22 or who you are now." Or...you who was blind in your last life and over forty.

Song Ci's sudden confession disturbed Han Zhan's heart.

Han Zhan especially wanted to stop the car on the spot, pulled Song Ci into his arms, tore off the hairband on her head, and took off her sweater.

He thought very much.

But Han Zhan can bear what ordinary people can't bear.

He suppressed the throbbing in his heart and told Song Ci: "I am the one who worried too much."

"Don't think about it in the future."

Song Ci squinted on the car seat for a while, and had a dream. He dreamed that Han Zhan went to buy a facial mask in order to be beautiful, and was fooled by the mouth of the seller.

He bought a bunch of facial masks and put them on his face. The next day he grew a face.

In the dream, Han Zhan, who was almost disfigured by the poisonous mask, sat pitifully on the wooden floor beside the bed and said to Song Ci without crying, "Song Ci, I have been disfigured and I am not worthy of you. You go and find a better person."

Song Ci was awakened by a dream.

Han Zhan looked at Song Ci with a smile on his face in surprise, and asked her, "What good thing did you dream of?"

Song Ci shook his head quickly, "Dreaming about chicken legs."

In order to lose weight, Song Ci hadn't eaten chicken legs for a long time, and Han Zhan really believed her lie.

Han Zhan felt sorry for Song Ci.

He parked the car on the side of the road and got off to buy a fried chicken leg for Song Ci.

Smelling the scent of fried chicken legs, Song Ci felt hungry in his stomach. He wanted to **** the chicken legs over and clean them with a few bites.

But the desire for a good figure defeated her desire for food.

Han Zhan ate the soft shell of the chicken and handed the meat to Song Ci. "The most calorie starch gram has been eaten by me. You will not get fat if you eat meat."

Song Ci quietly said to Han Zhan: "I want to eat that layer of skin."

Han Zhan: "..."

That chicken leg ended up in Han Zhan's belly.

After an hour, they arrived at their destination.

After getting out of the car, Song Ci looked up and saw the words ‘AK Outdoor Hunting Ground’.

She was slightly surprised. "What did you bring me to the hunting ground for?"

"I heard Yan Jiang said that your shooting skills are very strong, even better than Song Fei." Han Zhan asked Song Ci, "Is this true?"

Song Ci nodded, "Yes, when I was in junior high school, I was still a shooter."

However, with heavy school work and limited energy, Song Ci could only make a trade-off between shooting and violin.

Song Tingyun hoped that Song Ci could go to the Olympic Games and add a shooting gold medal to China. Jiang Shiyu hopes that Song Ci can learn the violin well and accomplish the goal she could not achieve when she was young.

Song Ci loved the violin even more in his heart, and after some struggle, he could only reluctantly give up shooting.

Jiang Shiyu was satisfied with this, but Song Tingyun felt sorry.

Han Zhan is a person who loves guns, and his sniper skills are among the best in the world.

The legend of the ace sniper is true.

Today, Han Zhan wanted to test the level of Song porcelain.

"Let's compete today."

Han Zhan led Song Ci to the front desk, registered, and received two auto-sensing integrators.

Han Zhan put the scoring device on Song Ci's wrist.

"What is this?" Song Ci didn't recognize this thing.

Han Zhan said: "This is a scoring device, which is automatically sensed. After you enter the hunting ground, every time you kill a prey, the scorer will accumulate points."

Han Zhan explained the game rules of this shooting club for Song Ci——

"The hunting ground will be open three times a day, once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and once in the evening. Each time it is open for two hours, the number of players participating in the game is generally between 80 and 120."

"The prey in the club are all virtual animals. Animals will appear randomly in any place, and the time to appear is only three seconds. What's great is that they can move and the speed is not slow. What we have to do is to strive for the shortest Killed the most prey in the time."

After understanding the rules, Song Ci asked Han Zhan: "What rewards are there for winning the ranking?"

The first place: "Zhizuo Jinfan club free of charge for one night." Zhizuo Jinfan, the name is very unsatisfactory, and it is not a serious place to hear.

Zhizui Jinfan is the most expensive entertainment place in Wangdong City, where there are the most beautiful princesses, the most handsome cowboys, all of whom have high education, high looks and high emotional intelligence.

Usually, the money in your pocket is less than half a million, so you dare not go in for consumption.

Song Ci knew that he was drunk and gold fans. He had long heard that the Cowherd inside was particularly considerate, and a young lady coaxed the guests to exult.

Song Ci has never been to enjoy it.

She wants to be the first, and she wants to meet the demeanor of the cowherds.

Before Han Zhan introduced the rewards for second and third place, Song Ci said, "Then take first place."

Han Zhan sneered. "Do you think that if you go shopping with me, are those men and women willing to make you happy, or are they more willing to make me happy?"

Song Ci didn't have to think about it, knowing that those who saw money opened their eyes would definitely do everything possible to make Han Zhan happy.

After all, Han Zhan is a high-quality old man with money, beauty and figure.

Song Ci couldn't stand the thought of those people's dirty hands touching Han's body.

She picked up a gun, tried her hand, and asked, "What is the reward for the second place?"

Han Zhan: "Second place, one hundred thousand in cash."

Song Ci does not lack that one hundred thousand.

After thinking about it, she said: "We can spend a night at the drunk fans without ordering the princess and master."

Han Zhan has no objection.

There were 90 people in the hunting ground.

After Song Ci entered the hunting ground, he acted with Han Zhan, and when he saw the prey, he would kill it first.

Han Zhan lost two fingers, his right hand can no longer pull the trigger, but he can shoot with just one left hand, his strength is still not to be underestimated.

Song Ci was stunned when he saw a silver-white transparent elk suddenly appeared under a maple tree.

When she was stunned, Han Zhan had already fired and hit the elk.

Song Ci realized that this cute little guy was a projection animal.

Song Ci was not convinced, she said: "This time it is my carelessness, next time I will never let you!"

Han Zhan: "Good."

The two of them walked more than a hundred meters forward, and Song Ci pointedly saw a deer on the edge of the small river. This time, Song Ci reacted quickly, aiming at Zhangzi for the first time and firing a shot.

puff--

The zhangzi fell to the ground, and the number on Song Ci's score table changed from 0 to 1.

Han Zhan watched Song Ci from raising the gun to aiming at the prey, to pulling the trigger, and his eyes lit up.

"Pretty!"

Song Ci really can play guns.

"The last time you shook the gun, I was afraid that my hand was shaking." Han Zhan was referring to the time Song Ci mistakenly regarded Han Zhan as the killer who entered the room a long time ago, and forced a calm and pointed the gun at his head.

Song Ci said, "To be honest, that was the first time I touched a pistol. We learned about air guns. You use real guns. Can it be the same?"

Although air guns can hurt people, they are far less powerful than real guns.

Han Zhan told her: "In fact, no matter what guns, there is only one reason for their existence, killing. Whether it is an air gun, a pistol or a rifle, they are essentially the same, but just a weapon."

Hearing this, Song Ci shook his head.

She said: "I don't agree with you."

Han Zhan looked down at her.

He asked: "Why?"

Song Ci said: "I raise my gun, never to kill, but to protect the people around me."

Hearing this, Han Zhan's gray-blue eyes had a strong emotional reaction.

Song Ci continued to walk forward, and did not notice how deep and eager Han Zhan's eyes were behind him.

After two hours, the game ended.

Song Ci won the second place with 26 points.

Han Zhan won the first place with 35 points.

Song Ci received a bonus of 100,000 yuan, and Han Zhan received a free coupon for the consumption of drunken gold fans.

Walking out of the hunting ground, Song Ci flushed with excitement. She would put a one hundred thousand cash card in Han Zhan's belt.

Han Zhan looked down at the card, smiled and asked her: "What do you do? Buy me overnight?"

Song Ci: "No, change to the winning product."

Han Zhan was rather disappointed.

He handed the free coupon to Song Ci.

Song Ci bowed his head and kissed the coupons, and said happily, "Go! Go! Go!"

Han Zhan looked at Song Ci indifferently, letting her make a fuss, "Go after dinner."

"Don't, there must be food and drink among the drunk fans, pay attention to your stomach, and return with a full stomach!" Song Ci said so.

Han Zhan agreed with Song Ci's approach, "Well, let's go to the drunken fans."

The door was opened at nine o'clock at night.

Han Zhan and Song Ci strolled around the city for a while, bought a cup of net celebrity milk tea and ate them.

The drunken fan is built in the new city of the north bank.

The houses in the North Bank New Town are all modern-style cement buildings, but they are in the antique Tang-style architecture.

When Song Ci and Han Zhan walked into the paper drunk and gold fans, they were attracted by the antique buildings and gardens.

Song Ci asked Han Zhan: "Have you been here before?"

Han Zhan said: "I didn't come, it's expensive here, it's a waste of money to come here to talk about food. Talking about feelings is nonsense."

Song Ci gave a thumbs up to Han Zhan.

She said, "I've been here once."

Han Zhan was a little surprised when he heard Song Ci say: "Last life."

Han Zhan asked her: "What are you doing here?"

Song Ci said: "Cheng Ziang was beaten here. Someone called me to collect the body."

She came, and she was extremely happy to see Cheng Ziang who was dying from the beating.

"Why was he beaten again?"

"I don't know, it seems that the owner of this store has a personal grievance with Cheng Ziang."

"Boss?" Han Zhan said, "The identity of the owner of this store is very mysterious. I found some news about him, and I know that he is the most mysterious killer in the world, Mu Feng. But Mu Feng's true identity is not People know."

In other words, the identity of the owner of this store is a mystery, and no one knows the truth.

Song Ci said: "I don't know this. Anyway, when I died, this store was still open."

During the conversation, the two had already reached the middle of the yard.

In the middle of the courtyard, there are rows of beauties wearing silver cheongsams, all of them wearing embroidered silk shawls on their shoulders.

This winter, standing in the yard in such a cool dress is also dedicated.

The beauties carry a lantern, which is like the light of fireflies in the gloomy courtyard.

The woman on the far left came out carrying a lantern, bending over to Han Zhan and Song Ci, her voice as clear as a spring. She said: "Welcome to the shop, Mr. Han, Mrs. Han."

When they entered the store, the two registered with their ID cards and were allowed to be identified. Han Zhan was not surprised.

"There are Feng Yage, Qingyin Pavilion, Wangyou Pavilion, and Sizheng Pavilion in the small shops. Where do you want to go?"

The so-called Feng Ya Ge refers to the gathering place of literati and inscribed guests.

The Qingya Pavilion is a place for music lovers to communicate.

Wangyouge is a place for fun.

Sizheng Pavilion is the place where business leaders are spying.

Han Zhan looked at Song Ci.

Song Ci came to see Cowherd, and of course he was going to Wangyou Pavilion.

"Wangyouge."

"Okay, my little girl Yuehan, I am fortunate to lead the way for the guests."

Yuehan took Han Zhan and Song Ci to Wangyou Pavilion.

Wangyou Pavilion is seven stories high.

Although it is an ancient building, there is an elevator in the building. They came to the third floor, and when they entered, they saw rows of beauties and handsome men sitting at the entrance of the hall.

Among them, some wear modern clothes, some wear Republican clothes, and some wear Han clothes of the Tang Dynasty.

Song Ci stared at the row of beauties and males, exuberantly.

She squeezed Han Zhan's arm and said, "Brother Han, Brother Han, the boy in the light blue Hanfu is very handsome, we want him!"

Han Zhan said in a cold voice, "I think the girl in cheongsam is very beautiful, or do we want her?"

You want beautiful men, and I want beautiful women.

Song Ci heard Han Zhan's dissatisfaction, and hurriedly said, "Forget it, it's not as handsome as Han, let's find a seat. I heard that the performance of Wangyouge in Zhizuo Jinmi Li is particularly wonderful, let's see. "

"Ok."

The two found a place to sit down, and someone offered exquisite tea and snacks.

At this time, on the stage, Kuan Kuan came up to a woman wearing a light purple skirt, and she stepped onto the stage holding a guqin.

Song Ci stared at the person's profile and said, "A can't be bigger."

It can be said that I squeezed hard, but there is still no gap.

Han Zhan said, "I'm quite tall."

The woman held the guqin and bowed slightly in all directions.

When she turned around and bowed in the direction of Han Zhan, Song Ci suddenly covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Isn't this our classmate Jiang Bi downstairs?"

Han Zhan looked up, and happened to meet Jiang Bi's eyes.

Seeing Jiang Bi, Han Zhan thought of Han Wangwang.

Han Wangwang, who had promised to study at Southern Medical University, suddenly regretted it.

She didn't know what it was and changed her decision.

A strange instinct told Han Zhan that Han Wangwang suddenly changed his mind and couldn't get rid of this Jiang Bi.

Han Zhan looked around subconsciously, but he was relieved when he didn't see Han Wangwang.

Jiang Bi sat down after performing the etiquette. She put the guqin on the table and played an elegant and popular guqin song.

Song Ci did not expect Jiang Bi to have such a hand.

After Jiang Bi's performance, a guest took a mobile phone or bank card and went to the corner to swipe a QR code to give Jiang Bi a reward.

It was the first time that Song Ci saw a club, and he would use this method to reward him.

Song Ci was amazed.

"This club is a bit interesting, the way of making money is really rough, I like it!"

Jiang Bibiao [doudouxs.cn] finished the performance and left.

Song Ci and Han Zhan ate and drank, and after a while, they saw Jiang Bi walking over after changing clothes.

She was wearing a black shirt, dark blue jeans, and her long hair draped freely behind her head.

The makeup on Jiang Bi's face was removed, it looked clean, and his facial features were naturally perfect.

Jiang Bi walked in front of Han Zhan and Song Ci, and she nodded to Song Ci and said, "Mrs. Han, I heard Wangwang said that you have newly added a young daughter. Congratulations."

Song Ci pointed to the empty seat in front of him and said to Jiang Bi, "Student Jiang, please sit down."

Jiang Bi sat down and chatted with them.

Song Ci said, "We haven't gone back to live very much recently. Does Jiang still live there?"

"Still."

After chatting with Song Ci and the others for a while, Jiang Bi looked at her watch and said, "I have to go back, otherwise the dormitory will be closed later."

Jiang Bi lives in school from Monday to Friday, just like Han Wangwang.

"Then go back quickly, don't delay." Song Ci grabbed a handful of strawberries and handed them to Jiang Bi. "Fruits don't need money, take them on the road to eat."

Jiang Bi caught the strawberry, didn't eat it, and squeezed the strawberry and left.

Not long after Jiang Bi left, a young master Kuo on the table opposite Song Ci suddenly went crazy.

He got up and opened the table, grabbed the collar of his friend beside him, and bit the man's face to **** flesh!

Like a zombie!

Song Ci was taken aback.

Han Zhan quickly pulled Song Ci up and said to her: "Let's go. It's disgusting."