Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Jiang Bi walked out of the drunken fan, she bypassed the parking lot and came to her motor vehicle parking space.

In the dim moonlight, Jiang Bi walked towards his parking space. Before I got closer, I saw a girl with long hair sitting in the car.

In the cold night at the end of winter, Han Wangwang was wearing a white sweater and a black down jacket, sitting on Jiang Bi's motorcycle, playing with his mobile phone.

Seeing Han Wangwang, Jiang Bi paused.

The night light stretched Jiang Bi's figure and covered Han Wangwang's head, casting a shadow in front of her.

Han Wangwang noticed someone approaching. She put away the phone, turned her head slowly, and saw Jiang Bi at a glance.

Han Wangwang stood up from the locomotive, she looked at Jiang Bi worriedly.

Seeing that Jiang Bi's clothes were clean and not stained with blood, Han Wangwang was relieved.

Han Wangwang said, "What did you do?"

Jiang Bi curled her lips slightly, raised her right hand, spread her palm, and said, "Strawberries are very sweet. I'll give them all."

The girl is slender and tall, her facial features are beautiful but aggressive. There was a cold breath all over her body, but she was holding strawberries in her hand and told her: Strawberries are very sweet, I will give you all.

Han Wangwang wanted to ask her, are you also very sweet?

But she held back because it was suspected of seduce people.

Han Wangwang strode towards Jiang Bi and hugged Jiang Bi's waist. "Jiang Bi, don't deliberately hook my soul."

Jiang Bi was stunned.

Jiang Bi, who was hugged by Han Wangwang, was motionless, his muscles were solidified even with blood, and he forgot to flow.

Han Wangwang didn't smell blood in Jiang Bi's body, only a slight smell of rouge powder.

Han Wangwang relaxed.

She said, "Jiang Bi, I thought you went in to kill someone."

Jiang Bi smiled, slowly raised his right hand, and patted Han Wangwang's hair. "No, it's illegal to kill, I don't kill."

Han Wangwang said, "That's good."

Han Zhan drove Song Ci home. The car passed by the locomotive parking lot. He glanced at the people standing there.

Taking a casual glance over there, Han Zhan saw Jiang Bi, who had just separated from them, and the girl hiding in Jiang Bi's arms.

Han Zhan felt that the girl's figure was a bit familiar.

Han Zhan looked at the girl carefully.

After recognizing the person's identity, Han Zhan's eyebrows jumped.

He parked the car on the side of the road, put down the window, and said to Song Ci, "Porcelain Treasure, look, is that Han Wangwang?" He stopped barking Wangwang's dog, and he was furious.

Song Ci looked over in amazement and saw Han Wangwang and Jiang Bi's postures, and his expressions were slightly unnatural.

A touch of suspicion flashed through Song Ci's eyes.

Song Ci said: "It seems to be her."

Strange, why would Wangwang hug Jiang Bi?

Many weird things flashed through Han Zhan's mind. I am also afraid that it is because my own thoughts are dirty, which will make people think badly.

Han Zhan kept as sensible as possible, he decided to ask his young wife who understands society.

"Porcelain treasure, look, Han Wangwang is like Jiang Bi, is it normal?" I always feel strange.

Is it normal?

Song Ci didn't dare to make a final conclusion. She said: "My good friends and I often hug each other."

But she and her good friends couldn't have this inseparable love.

Han Zhan can only tell himself that he thinks too much.

Since I think too much...

drop--

It’s okay to disturb others.

The sudden sound of a horn alarmed Jiang Bi and Han Wangwang.

Han Wangwang quickly let go of Jiang Bi, and together with Jiang Bi, he turned his head and looked at Han Zhan's side.

Through the lowered car window, Han Wangwang saw Han Zhan's face in the car.

Han Wangwang panicked when he saw his little cousin.

That's it!

"Little cousin."

Han Wangwang hopped to Han Zhan's car and saw a woman sitting next to Han Zhan. Han Wangwang quickly looked inside.

Seeing that it was Song Ci sitting in the co-pilot, Han Wangwang jokingly said to Song Ci, "Aunty little cousin, I was just thinking, if the woman sitting next to my little cousin is not you, I will give it to you later. Call to file a complaint."

Song Ci smiled and praised Han Wangwang: "It is a good thing to have this kind of awareness."

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

Han Wangwang said: "Jiang Bi is here to perform, I have nothing to do, come with her."

Han Zhan said.

He couldn't help it after all, not asking displeasure. "What were you doing just now?"

Han Wang Wangka brought it, and his words were poor.

Jiang Bi walked over with long legs, and she pressed Han Wangwang into her arms. At this time, a car whizzed past Jiang Bi.

When it was safe, Jiang Bi let go of Han Wangwang, bowed his head and said to Han Zhan, "She is cold, ask me for warmth."

Han Zhan was taken aback.

Is that right?

Jiang Bi's frank and upright performance dispelled Han Zhan's doubts.

Maybe young people nowadays are so enthusiastic, they like to express the friendship between people by cuddling and holding them high.

I am old and can't keep up with the trend.

Han Zhan didn't delve into the relationship between Han Wangwang and Jiang Bi. He restarted the car and said, "I'm leaving. I will come to your grandfather's house some other day to play and see the two little guys."

After finishing speaking, Han Zhan added: "You don't have to be empty-handed."

Han Zhan drove away.

Han Wangwang stuck out his tongue with a guilty conscience, and he did not know when he had cold sweat on his back.

Jiang Bi stared at Han Wangwang's slightly disturbed face in the night, and some strange throbs flashed in his heart.

Jiang Bi asked Han Wangwang: "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of your little cousin?"

Han Wangwang's answer was subconscious, "Can you not be afraid? He saw it all!"

Jiang Bi asked another question that hit Han Wangwang's soul directly: "What are you afraid of? We didn't do anything. Isn't it the same between girls? You have to hold hands and arm arms when you walk, and you have to eat a dessert. Feeding each other is better than a couple."

Jiang Bi saw that many girls were like this, sticky.

So, what is Han Wangwang's guilty conscience?

Han Wangwang was nailed to the spot when Jiang Bi asked.

What is her guilty conscience?

Han Wangwang's heartbeat was a little fast.

She looked up at Jiang Bi and said, "Jiang Bi, if you are a boy, I would like to lose my life for you before marriage."

Jiang Bi's eyes grew deeper. "Is it?"

Han Wangwang turned and walked towards the locomotive, afraid to look at Jiang Bi's expression.

What she said just now is equivalent to confession.

Jiang Bi bent his lips and followed Han Wangwang after him.

Sitting on the car, Jiang Bi handed Han Wangwang a helmet. Han Wangwang wore a helmet and hugged Jiang Bi's thin and attractive waist.

When the two were about to leave, Han Wangwang noticed an ambulance roaring.

A large group of people came out in the Zipper Clubhouse. They talked about ‘zombies’, ‘scare’, and ‘ghost’.

"Wait a minute." Han Wangwang told Jiang Bi to stop driving.

Jiang Bi stopped, and looked at the exit of the drunken fan with Han Wangwang.

The security of the clubhouse took the injured out and put them in an ambulance. After a while, the police car also came, and two police officers walked into the clubhouse to find out the situation.

The people eating melons were still muttering at the door of the clubhouse.

After listening a few ears, Han Wangwang probably understood what was happening in the club.

Someone suddenly became ill and out of control, grabbed his friend, and bit his friend's face.

It's like a rabies attack.

Han Wangwang glanced at Jiang Bi deeply.

In the night, Jiang Bi looked cold, squinting his eyes slightly, looking thin and cold.

Han Wangwang told himself that Jiang Bi had been out for so long, and this must have nothing to do with her. She just happened to be here to perform, she happened to encounter this kind of thing.

"Let's go."

"Well, nothing to look at, sit down, I'm driving."

-

On the way, passing a late-night snack shop, Han Zhan slowed down and asked Song Ci: "Would you like a late-night snack? There is a barbecue restaurant here."

They were going to eat and drink in the clubhouse on an empty stomach, but a sudden change disrupted their plan.

Song Ci's head was full of the man's **** face.

She felt nauseous, but kept it up.

I heard Han Zhan said to eat supper or barbecue...

Song Ci suddenly patted down the car door and said to Han Zhan, "Stop!"

Han Zhan was so scared that he stopped quickly.

Song Ci got out of the car, and as soon as she landed on her feet, she bent over and threw up wildly by the car.

Han Zhan was taken aback for a moment.

He took a bottle of water out of the driver's seat, walked around to the co-pilot, and fed the mineral water to Song Ci to rinse his mouth.

After vomiting, Song Ci returned to the car, lying on the chair like a boneless bug.

She rubbed her hungry belly and said to Han Zhan, "Brother Han, what's the matter with that person?"

"Is it rabies?"

Han Zhan shook his head. "Rabies does not bite people. Real rabies looks like water fear, water fear, and pharyngeal muscle spasm."

"Then what's the matter with him?" Song Ci wouldn't believe that the man had a dementia.

This is not a zombie movie.

Han Zhan pondered for a while before saying, "It's kind of like a drug."

Song Ci nodded vigorously and said, "I know that there is a drug that can cause people to hallucinate. In the past, people in the United States had drug addicts who caught passersby and bit them."

"Well, it might be that kind, it's horrible."

Han Zhan said, "Don't be afraid, the police will deal with them."

Han Zhan parked his car at the gate of the community. He went to the unmanned supermarket and bought a handful of noodles, some eggs and sausages.

When he walked to the payment machine, he picked a box of covers from the shelf again.

After arriving home, Han Zhan said to Song Ci: "Go take a bath."

Song Ci saw the invitation and hint from Han Zhan's eyes.

Her heart beats slightly.

Do you want to come?

Song Ci stayed in the bathroom for a long time this time.

When she was taking a bath, she stared at the scar of the caesarean section on her stomach and the six or seven stretch marks that affected the beauty.

Song Ci frowned irritably.

Han Zhan also took a shower downstairs.

Song Ci walked out of the hairdressing room and was about to go downstairs. When he looked down, he saw Han Zhan sitting on the sofa wearing only a bathrobe.

He was drinking water and a Jackie Chan action movie was playing on the TV in front of him.

Hearing footsteps, Han Zhan raised his head and glanced upstairs.

Song Ci stood behind the railing on the duplex floor, with her hair **** casually with a rubber band, exposing her forehead and neck.

A few strands of hair hang down from the forehead.

Song Ci, who has just taken a bath, has a reddish white cheek, which is charming and delicious.

Han Zhan patted Song Ci on the sofa next to him, "Porcelain treasure, come down."

Song Ci went down, but did not sit down.

Standing in front of Han Zhan, Song Ci took the initiative to untie the straps of the bathrobe.

Han Zhan stared at her fiercely, his throat twitching.

Song Ci opened the bathrobe.

She was generously exposed in front of Han Zhan.

Han Zhan breathed heavily, his eyes darkened.

Just as he was about to move, Song Ci suddenly said, "I have to say a few words to you."

Han Zhan stopped and sat on the sofa looking up at Song Ci.

"You said."

Song Ci slid her fingers across her abdomen. She said: "This scar cannot be completely removed with scar cream. These stretch marks have torn apart my skin, and they cannot grow again. Woke up."

"Han Zhan, these ugly things will stay with me throughout my life. Every time you see me in the future, you will see them."

Han Zhan stared at those scars.

Song Ci's skin was very fair and smooth before. To be honest, stretch marks and scars did damage her perfection.

But Han Zhan didn't feel ugly.

There is no idea that they are ugly.

Song Ci told Han Zhan: "You can't dislike them, and you can't use them to slander me or make fun of me. They are part of my body and are given to me by you and your children. Anyone is qualified to dislike them. You and the children alone are not eligible."

Han Zhan looked at Song Ci seriously, and said, "I will not dislike them."

He pulled Song Ci in front of him, lowered his head, and kissed her scar.

Han Zhan held Song Ci's waist, raised his head again, and said to Song Ci, "Look, they are not ugly."

Song Ci nodded.

She held Han Zhan's head and told him, "You can do anything to me."

Encouraged, Han Zhan was excited.

This night, they ran in cautiously from the very beginning, and turned into a fall.

-

In the middle of the night, Song Ci was still hungry after all.

Han Zhan had expected Song Ci to be hungry early, so he wore only a pair of trousers and went to the kitchen to cook Song Ci a bowl of egg and sausage noodles.

Song Ci killed a bowl of noodles and fell asleep with a sense of guilt.

The next morning, Han Zhan and Song Ci had breakfast downstairs.

Han Zhan said to Song Ci: "You will be on a business trip tomorrow. Today, go to the company with me and accompany me, okay?"

Song Ci was reluctant to bear the child, Han Zhan reluctant to Song Ci.

Song Ci looked at Han Zhan amusedly and asked him: "Can't bear me?"

"Yeah." Han Zhan admitted generously.

Song Ci nodded and said, "Yes, you can provide food and shelter."

"of course."

On the way to the company, Song Ci had nothing to do, so she played with her mobile phone.

When she opened WeChat, she saw that in the WeChat group, everyone was discussing what happened in the Zhizuojinfan club last night.

Song Ci looked up their comments and found that the matter had spread last night.

"Last night, the person who bitten was the little son of Anjia in Chengbei, and the person who was bitten was a friend who had a good time with him, his surname is Mo."

"The one with the last name Mo went to Zhizuo Jinmi to eat and drink with the one with the last name An. Unexpectedly, the one with the last name An went crazy and bit the one with the last name Mo."

"The family surnamed Ann has some background. He was released last night. After he came out, Mr. Ann went to the hospital to visit his friend who was bitten by him, but the surname Mo may not be angry. This morning, in the ward, The general surnamed Mo came to visit his son An and wiped his neck with a knife."

Han Zhan didn't expect things to go like this.

"You can understand what the surname Mo does." Song Ci understood the victim's mood very well.

"A good face was bitten and disfigured by Mr. An. I thought Mr. An could go to jail for two years. I didn't think Mr. An had a deep background, so I let it out that night."

"The surname Mo's heart is not upset, and he can understand even killing someone in a rage."

In this regard, Han Zhan is noncommittal.

He said: "Killing the young son of An's family, the surname Mo was happy for a while, but this life will have to endure revenge from An's family."

Killing is cool for a while, and cool for a lifetime.

Han Zhan suddenly said to Song Ci, "There is an old man's machine in the co-pilot's glove box. You can take it out for me."

Song Ci opened the glove box with suspicion, and actually saw an old man machine inside.

It's the kind of black, cumbersome old man machine.

I haven't seen this kind of antique for many years, and Song Ci couldn't help but look more.

"doing what?"

"Turn on the phone and give it to me."

"it is good."

Song Ci turned on the old man's phone, and heard the music sound of soil dropping when it was turned on, she handed the phone to Han Zhan with a black head [笔趣阁520www.biquge520.me].

Han Zhan pressed a number and dialed out without hesitation.

Song Ci heard Han Zhan say--

"Hey, hello, is it the anti-drug brigade? I want to report a suspected drug abuse case. Yes, it happened last night at the Zhizuo Jinfan Club. The drug addict was named An..."

"I?"

"...I'm just an enthusiastic morning crowd."

Han Zhan hung up the phone.

Seeing Song Ci's shocked expression, Han Zhan smiled at her and told her: "Everyone is responsible for reporting drug abuse."

"Brother Han, you are so insidious."

Han Zhan handed the phone to Song Ci, "put it back."

Song Ci threw the phone into the glove box. She asked Han Zhan curiously and said, "Brother Han, do you often do such wicked things?"

"Where is it, who knows I did it?"

Song Ci: "..."

When he arrived at the company, Han Zhan went into his busy work.

A few days ago, several Australian investors who wanted to invest in aviation tourism came to Look East. The Northern Warfare has been with them these past few days, and it took three days, and the Northern Warfare finally signed a contract with them.

When the contract is reached, it is a friend.

Investors in Australia have always wanted to meet Han Zhan. Han Zhan has always turned down each other on the grounds of busy work.

After they signed the contract, everyone became friends, and Han Zhan was finally ‘free’.

After lunch, Han Zhan took the initiative to call the representative of the investor, saying that he would be free in the afternoon and the weather was fine, and he wanted to invite them to horseback riding on the suburban racecourse.

The other party readily agreed.

Song Ci slept for 40 minutes before being awakened by Han Zhan, put on the sportswear and sneakers he prepared for her, and went to the racecourse with Han Zhan.

Song Ci can ride horses, but he doesn't dare to play tricks.

Among the investors is a forty-year-old female manager. The woman is tall, has very strong muscles, and is very good at equestrianism.

Seeing Song Ci looking at herself with admiration, a woman named Josephine stopped the horse in front of Song Ci.

"Song, do you want to play with me?"

Song Ci immediately abandoned his little pony and got on Josephine's horse.

Song Ci sat in Josephine's arms. Josephine chatted with her in English and controlled the horses under him. The two had a great time in the racecourse.

Han Zhan finished riding the horse and handed it to the horse boy.

Looking at Song Ci, who had fun with Josephine, Han Zhan decided not to disturb the two of them.

He walked under the sunshade and sat with a few male investors. As soon as I sat down, I heard Eric say: "Han, you have to be careful of Josephine, her sultry method is very high."

Han Zhan laughed unpredictably. He said, "She is not the type I am interested in. I love my wife so much that no one can shake our feelings."

Hearing that, everyone saw Han Zhan's expression become wonderful and weird.

Han Zhan twisted his eyebrows.

I thought: Is there something wrong?

"Han." Eric said earnestly, "Josephine likes girls."

Han Zhan's expression changed slightly.

"You have to be careful with her."

Everyone looked up at Josephine and the Chinese beauty in her arms, all gloating.

Han Zhan's smile disappeared cleanly on his face.

He looked at Josephine and Song Ci again, and he felt that they were sitting too close. Is there no horse in the racecourse? Why is she riding a horse with Song Ci?

After running for two laps, Song Ci found that the laces of the sneakers had loosened, and she said to Josephine with her talents: "Okay, Josephine, I want to rest, let me go down."

"Yes!".

Josephine ordered the horse to stop. She jumped off the horse first, and then reached out to Song Ci with a gentleman's manner to lead her off the horse.

At this time, a long arm stretched out arbitrarily, grasping Song Ci's catkins, and pulling her down.

Song Ci thanked Josephine and crouched to tie her loose sports shoes.

Han Zhan looked at Josephine up close and smiled and said to her: "My wife is very beautiful and charming, right?"

Josephine saw the hostility in Han Zhan's eyes.

She didn't want to offend Han Zhan, but just smiled kindly. "Mrs. Han is very charming. I want to come to Mr. Han and Mrs. Han are very emotional. They must be an enviable couple."

Han Zhan was relieved now.

He helped Song Ci to tie another shoelace, and then took Song Ci to walk under the parasol, chatting with others.

In the evening, they had a meal with this group, and Han Zhan and Song Ci went home together.

The two children were just awake, Han Zhan picked them up, put them on the floor thrown on the thick carpet, and teased them with toys.

After a little bit of teasing, my sister would laugh. My sister smiled occasionally, but most of the time she was looking at Song Ci and Han Zhan.

"Miaomiao, Jun Jun, my mother is going to the United States tomorrow." Song Ci was reluctant to bear his daughters.

She lay down next to Han Junce, playing with Han Jun's mini fingers.

Before leaving, Song Ci began to miss them.

Han Zhan said, "Isn't there a break in the middle, you can come back."

"There are a few days off between the French and Chinese games. It is true that you can come back. But in the first few games, the time is too close, only enough to go back and forth."

After speaking, Song Ci smelled a bad smell.

She poked Han Zhan's arm. "Brother Han, is it the elder sister or the younger sister that sucks?"

Han Zhan first opened his sister's diapers and took a look. "No, it's Miaomiao."

Han Zhan took Miaomiao to the nanny.

After Miaomiao cleaned his butt, Han Zhan took Miaomiao back.

Song Ci is playing with her selfie stick.

"Brother Han, you sit here holding Miaomiao, let's take a picture together."

"it is good."

Song Ci and Han Zhan sat cross-legged with their heads resting on their heads, each holding a baby in their arms.

Song Ci raised the selfie stick, found the angle, and when he was about to take a photo, he saw Han Zhan not smiling.

Song Ci rolled Han Zhan's eyes and taught him: "Do you know how to laugh at a family portrait? The more foolish you are, the happier you are."

Han Zhan grinned, showing white teeth.

Song Ci accepted his fate. "Brother Han, don't laugh."

Han Zhan deliberately pretended to smile, as if a shark was laughing.

Funny and embarrassing.

Han Zhan pursed his lips and stared at the camera seriously.

Song Ci took a good photo and checked it again. "I will send you the photo."

Song Ci sent the photo to Han Zhan's WeChat, and then put her younger sister and older sister back into the crib.

"I'm going to pack my luggage, is Brother Han with me?"

"Just come."

-

Song Ci brought two suitcases on this business trip.

The next morning, after dinner, Han Zhan helped Song Ci put the suitcase in the trunk.

He stared at the two big boxes and joked Song Ci: "When you come back, should I find a small truck to pick you up?"

Song Ci did not understand Han Zhan's meaning. "why?"

Han Zhan explained: "According to your shopping ability, when you go there are two suitcases, there are definitely eight or nine when you come back. You can only pull it with a small truck."

Hearing this, Song Ci couldn't laugh or cry.

"I will try to buy as few things as possible." Song Ci herself felt that this was extremely unreliable. She hadn't been shopping for a long time, and she suddenly went abroad. She must buy what she wanted.

In the past, she only bought and bought for herself, but now she has to buy and buy for her grandfather, for Han Zhan, for two treasures, as well as for Song Fei and Yan Jiang.

Eight or nine suitcases may not fit.

Han Zhan sent Song Ci to the airport. The two stayed in the waiting room for a while. When the time was up, Song Ci took a plane and flew to the United States.

Song Ci brought his queen stylist Alan with him on this business trip.

Allen is the person who knows Song porcelain best. Every time he attends a grand event, Allen will dress Song porcelain beautifully.

This time, Song Ci also handed over his modeling task to Allen.

Song Ci has a clear position for herself, she only needs to be responsible for beauty.

At the media meeting in New York, Song Ci wore a long blue V-neck dress with a shiny gold belt embellished at the waist.

She only wore a pair of pearl earrings all over her body.

Standing on the stage, she is the walking flower of wealth.

At the film promotion meeting, Song Ci also performed a violin for reporters.

At first everyone thought that Song porcelain was just an empty vase.

However, when Song Ci hit the violin, he instantly entered the state of selflessness.

Song Ci, playing the violin, is the protagonist of the world, and all the light is concentrated on her.

After watching Song Ci's talent show, everyone has a different look at Song Ci.

Du Junfei pretended not to be careful, and deliberately missed the fact that Song Ci was Shen Yubei's lover. So on the same day, a reporter from the New York Entertainment News commented on Song Ci like this--

Song Ci, a beautiful and versatile Chinese girl, has a **** and graceful figure, a beautiful face, and a wonderful violin technique.

She is a freshman actor born for Rain.

Song Ci naturally saw the report about herself in the New York Entertainment News, which she felt was untrue.

Song Ci secretly poked Han Zhan’s WeChat and asked him: [Brother Han, did you buy me the draft? 】

It took more than ten minutes before Han Zhan replied: [You can't let them slander you. 】

In order to bribe the boss of the New York Entertainment News, Han Zhan promised to give him a free quota to ride on the Zeus One and travel in space.

Song Ci knew it would be like this.

Foreigners are very repulsive to Chinese. If they don't run her, they will be merciful. How can they praise her willingly?

Knowing that this was a draft purchased by Han Zhan, Song Ci felt boring.

The second stop was to the UK.

The third stop is France.

Every time Song Ci went to a place, the most famous local entertainment newspaper website would definitely praise her.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is someone who is throwing money at Song Ci.

But Song Ci didn't feel embarrassed either. Her husband was willing to spend money on her and shut up whoever refused to accept it.

At the end of the promotion meeting in France, Song Ci went home for a few days.

The two children are about to forget Song Ci.

When Song Ci was about to hug them when they got home, they were still crying.

Some of the children's resistance to themselves hurt Song Ci.

But there is no way. Song Ci plans to use the rest time of the past few days to repair the relationship with the children.

The children are older, instead of being obedient in confinement. They doze less and less, and always cry before going to bed at night.

Song Ci told them stories, but the two children were still young and could not understand fables.

Song Ci remembered that when she was a child, Jiang Shiyu always used the violin to play the little stars in order to coax their sisters to sleep.

With an attitude of giving it a try, Song Ci also fetched her violin and drew a little star for her daughters.

Strangely, under the hypnotism of the song, the sisters really calmed down really quickly.

They are asleep.

Song Ci put down his violin, and when he turned his head, he saw Han Zhan standing leaning against the door frame.

Han Zhan's mouth was filled with a happy smile.

When Song Ci looked over, Han Zhan didn't have time to hide his smile.

Song Cichao Han Zhan opened his arms.

Han Zhan came over and hugged Song Ci.

"came back."

"Ok."

"When you come back, take a good rest for a few days. When the last publicity meeting is over, I will take you and the children out."

"Where to go?"

"Well, how is Sanya?"

"can."

Sanya is relatively warm recently, and the sun does not expose people, so it is more suitable for tourism.

The couple returned to their small room. Han Zhan bit Song Ci’s ear while saying: "The few days you have left, I fell asleep on the pictures of you."

Song Ci flushed his ears and asked him, "How did you fall asleep?"

Han Zhan said something bad in her ear.

Song Ci kicked Han Zhan away and scolded him: "You shameless!"

Han Zhan held Song Ci's feet and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time. Now I look at your feet and I feel beautiful."

Song Ci couldn't laugh or cry.

She was played by Han Zhan for a long time, and finally lay on the bed exhausted, motionless.

After more than ten days, Han Zhan couldn't bear to let Song Ci's waist go to bed at night.

He hugged her to sleep all night.

When Han Zhan woke up the next morning, his arm hurts.

But seeing Song Ci who was still snoring around him, Han Zhan felt that everything was worth it.

After staying at home for six days, Song Ci must set off for Yucheng.

The Yucheng publicity meeting on March 12 is the last stop.

On the 11th, Song Ci arrived in Yucheng and went to the airport to receive Du Junfei.

Coming with Du Junfei, there is also the male lead Damien.

The next Oscar winner, the future Hollywood superstar, also prepared a gift for the children of Song Ci.

There are two sets of Barbie dolls.

Song Ci thanked Damien, and then led them into the car and back to the hotel.

On the way, Du Junfei told Song Ci: "Du Xueyan will also participate in the promotion meeting tomorrow. Her flight will arrive in the afternoon and we will have a meal together in the evening."

Song Ci hadn't heard Du Xueyan's name for a long time, and felt that it was a long absence.

Du Xueyan suddenly left China a few months ago and announced her formal entry into Hollywood.

I don't know who is praising her, but even in that cannibalistic Hollywood, she actually used good resources.

Du Xueyan was supposed to attend the New York propaganda station last time, but the production cycle of the film she participated in was relatively tight and could not make time for it, so she did not attend.

Hearing Du Xueyan's name again, Song Ci felt like water was still there.

She knew very well that the relationship between Du Xueyan and Han Zhan was really clean, absolutely impossible.

Damien said: "I also had dinner with Xueyan last month. She has good resources now and is expected to become the most popular Asian movie star in Hollywood."

Du Junfei knew what Damien was suggesting. He was saying that Du Xueyan had found a big benefactor.

Du Junfei did not jump into the language trap Damien dug him. He said: "Everyone has their own luck, especially in places like Hollywood."

Damien saw that Du Junfei refused to disclose the news of Master Du Xueyan, so he did not ask any more questions.

Du Junfei glanced at Song Ci. He spoke to Song Ci in Chinese and said, "I heard Shen Yubei said, Du Xueyan once had a leg with your husband?"

Song Ci retorted: "What is a leg? It happened eight or nine years ago. At that time, they were serious lovers, saying that having a leg is so ugly."

"Yo, you kind of defend your man."

Song Ci asked him: "I don't defend my man, should I be partial to you?"

Everyone has their own topic forbidden zone, and Junfei will not make fun of Song Ci with this.

Du Junfei accepts as soon as he sees it.

He told Song Ci: "This woman Du Xueyan is very ambitious and arrogant. Since the matter between her and your man has passed, she won't be revived. Besides, there is another Gu Shengyao staring at her, Du Xueyan has no time to come back and harass your man."

Song Ci heard the implication, and was a little surprised, "Second Lord, you mean, Du Xueyan's agent, like Du Xueyan?"

Du Junfei: "That's why I said you have bad eyesight, and you can't see simple things."

Song Ci was clumsy and did not see it.

She extremely expected that Gu Shengyao would be able to take down Du Xueyan sooner and give birth to her early son and grow old.

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In the afternoon, Du Xueyan came to Yucheng and checked into Ankai International Hotel.

Her room is next to Song Ci.

At dinner in the evening, Du Junfei sat tenderly between Song Ci and Du Xueyan, serving as the delicious sandwich in the sandwich biscuit.

A meal was fairly good.

At night, the two little ancestors at home refused to sleep.

Recently, they have become a habit of listening to Song Ci playing the violin to fall asleep.

Song Ci suddenly left home, and the little ones couldn't sleep without the sound of their mother's music.

Helpless, Han Zhan could only play videos for Song Ci, and trouble Song Ci to play the little stars in the air to coax the children to sleep.

Song Ci pulled a little star, and she was a little proud to see the children really asleep. "Brother Han, your father is incompetent. He doesn't even have the skills to coax children to sleep."

"Madam is great."

Han Zhan complimented Song Ci with a few words and flattered Song Ci to cheer him up. They hung up the video call.

After hanging up the video, Song Ci felt a little sleepy.

Before getting married, Song Ci would not consider going to bed until half past twelve. It's better now. At a young age, I have developed a good habit of sleeping at half past ten.

Song Ci took a trip to the bed, slept drowsily, and suddenly heard someone crying next door.

Song Ci opened his eyes and found that the cry came from outside the balcony.

Every room has a balcony. If the balcony window is open, the movement of the next room can be transmitted to her room.

What is Du Xueyan crying for?

Song Ci thought that Du Xueyan was in trouble, and hesitated whether to go to the door next door and ask about Du Xueyan's situation.

At this moment, Song Ci heard a deep male voice, panting low, and said, "Just wait a few minutes."

Du Xueyan: "Please, hurry up!"

After realizing what the next door was doing, Song Ciru was struck by lightning!

Du Xueyan was indeed crying, but not crying sadly, but crying with joy.

Song Ci felt tired.

She was on a business trip alone. She stayed in a hotel and had to listen to Han Zhan and his ex-girlfriend and his agent making trouble in the room.

Song Ci's heart is extremely desolate.

She covered her head with a quilt and fell asleep after a long time.

The press conference was held downstairs in the hotel. Song Ci got dressed and walked out of the room with his skirt. At this time, it coincided that the door next door opened.

Du Xueyan also walked out.

Song Ci wore a black tube top skirt, and Du Xueyan wore a white tube top skirt.

Each has its own beauty.

Walking into the elevator, Du Xueyan said to Song Ci, "Are you in a bad mood?"

Song Ci felt baffled. "Why ask?"

Du Xueyan said, "You look a little tired."

Song Ci sneered, "It's not thanks to you."

Hearing this, Du Xueyan was a little surprised, "Why is it me?" Du Xueyan thought a little, and then understood, "Are you still caring about me and Han Zhan?"

Song Ci: "No, the movement you made last night was a bit big. I was forced to listen for more than half an hour and I lost sleep."

Du Xueyan blushed suddenly.

"Is the wine and hotel soundproofed so bad?" She carried her head, blushing to the neck.

Song Ci hummed, "Remember to close the balcony door in the future, thank you."