Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

"It's called, kill the chicken and the monkey!"

After listening to Han Zhan's opinion, Song Ci had nothing to say for a while.

When it comes to playing with people, where is Song Ci's opponent to Han Zhan. How can Han Zhan not think of the questions she can think of?

Song Ci suddenly felt that he was worrying too much.

Han Zhan shook Song Ci's hand and acted greasyly with her, "Madam, you care about me so much, so happy for your husband."

Song Ci disliked the numbness and wanted to pull his hand out.

But Han Zhan pinched her tighter, and said, "Don't move, my wound hurts."

Although Song Ci knew that Han Zhan was playing a bitter trick, she was still reluctant to move.

When they got home, the daughters were already asleep. When sleeping, Han Jun was still pulling Song Ci's pajamas. Grandpa said that before falling asleep every day, Han Jun had to pinch Song Ci's clothes before going to sleep.

This pajama is also the one worn the most times in Song Ci's confinement period. I don't know if Han Jun likes his mother too much, or misses the smell of milk.

Song Ci took the clothes out of Han Jun's arms, tidied the nightgowns of their sisters, and put them on small pillows. Song Ci sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the sleeping faces of the children, and wanted to kiss and rub.

It's so cute, I don't get tired of it.

Han Zhan leaned against the door, knowing that Song Ci would probably stay in his daughter's room tonight, so he quickly turned off the light.

As the room darkened, Song Ci turned around and stared at Han Zhan, "Can't you let me look at them again?"

The children can't speak yet, it's the cutest and cutest time. When they can walk and talk, there will be two little beasts that tear down the house every day, not cute at all.

Han Zhan raised his eyebrows and said, "Why don't you go back to the room and let me take a good look at you?"

The old driver Song Ci reddened his eyes. "You... don't say that in front of the child."

"It's okay, they are asleep."

Han Zhan strode in, put an arm around Song Ci's waist, and led her out of the nursery.

The two people's room was on the same floor as the baby room, separated by a corridor. Back to his room, Han Zhan said, "Come on, porcelain treasure, I will help you remove your makeup."

It may be that Song Ci was almost lost. After returning from Italy, Han Zhan became extraordinarily noisy. He likes to soak Song Porcelain in the bathtub and take a bath for Song Porcelain by himself.

He can only watch and can't eat it now. Bathing Song Ci is obviously a torment, but he still likes it.

Han Zhan took off Song Ci's long skirt, and the long skirt fell off, revealing her good figure that she feels perfect everywhere. Han Zhan's head was hot, and he almost had the impulse to do it himself.

Han Zhan forced himself to turn his head and look away.

He calmed down, and then continued his actions.

Song porcelain is like a peeled egg, smooth and smooth. She soaked in the bathtub, put her head on the pillow, and snorted comfortably.

Han Zhan took the makeup remover cream and heard the movement made by Song Ci, his expression became cold, and he solemnly taught her, "Don't hum."

Song Ci opened his eyes and looked at him.

Song Ci's snort just now aroused Han Zhan's bad thoughts, his pants couldn't hide his reaction.

Song Ci wanted to tease Han Zhan very much, but he was afraid that Han Zhan couldn't hold back and hurt his own body in the end.

Song Ci held back.

Han Zhan rubbed and emulsified the cleansing cream, and carefully applied it to every part of Song Ci's face, gently kneading it. Song Ci closed his eyes, not to mention how comfortable.

Suddenly, Han Zhan asked: "Are you going to Beijing naively?"

Song Ci gave a hum.

"I will let Long Yu accompany you."

"it is good."

After washing away the traces of cosmetics left on Song Ci's face, Han Zhan took another facial cleanser and washed Song Ci carefully.

After washing his face, Han Zhan stroked Song Ci's white and delicate face. He stared at Song Ci's face for a while, and suddenly said, "Porcelain Bao, I am sorry about Rain, but I don't have a more perfect way."

If Han Zhan was given another chance to choose, he would still do it.

Maybe to Song Ci, Rain is like a child. But for Han Zhan, Rain is a tool man, a tool man who exists for Edward.

Han Zhan was cold-blooded in nature.

Speaking of Rain, the charming atmosphere in the bathroom has gradually become silent and solemn.

Song Ci opened his eyes now.

She also saw the sincere apology in Han Zhan's eyes.

Song Ci said: "Rain is very pure and kind, a good boy. I have never seen a child more innocent than her. You don't know that Rain was very rebellious against Edward on the boat that night. But Edward hit me. Gun, Rain was afraid of my death, so she gave in."

"Han Zhan, you don't know how desperate I was at that time. I could only fall to the ground and watch her being bullied by Edward's brute! At that time I swear, when Edward is slaughtered, I will love Rain well. ."

"But she..."

Song Ci closed her eyes, tears ran across her face.

In her mind, a tragic picture of Rain blocking the muzzle with her body and taking the initiative to shoot all bullets into her body, fighting for Song Ci's chance of escape.

Rain was so afraid of pain, but when he died, he suffered so many bullets.

Rain will be a knot in Song Ci's heart, and he will never let it go for a lifetime.

After taking a bath, Han Zhan wrapped Song Ci in a bath towel and put her on the bed to lie down. "You go to bed first, and I will come to accompany you after taking a shower."

"Ok."

It took Han Zhan more than ten minutes to take a shower. He dried his body, put on pajamas, uncovered the quilt and lay down.

As soon as Han Zhan lay down, Song Ci suddenly rolled over and hugged his waist, carefully avoiding his injured place perfectly.

Han Zhan was a little surprised when he was suddenly hugged. "What's wrong, porcelain treasure?"

Song Ci posted it, with her head buried behind Han Zhan's neck, her voice sounded dull, "Han Zhan, don't blame yourself too much, I don't blame you."

Who can blame it, if Edward hadn't asked Oriana to clone Jiang Shigure, then Rain would not have been born.

The root of everything is to blame Edward.

Han Zhan's heart was finally let go.

"That's good."

He held the hands around his waist and told Song Ci: "You must have been to Beijing many times, but you still have to pay attention to safety, buy whatever you want, eat whatever you want, or stay a few more days..."

"But don't stay too long." Han Zhan tapped a finger on the back of Song Ci's hand. He said, "I will miss you at home with my children."

"Got it."

Sleep well all night.

The next day, Song Ci left home alone to taste the food in Wangdongcheng. While eating, she gently stroked the bottle pendant on her neck with her hand. No one knew that the bottle contained the ashes of a little girl.

The next day, Song Ci kissed the children goodbye early in the morning, ate something at random, and went to the airport with Long Yu and flew to Beijing.

This season, the north has already begun to get cold.

Today is a rare good weather, the sky is clear blue, and the visibility is very far.

Song Ci did not go to Badaling, which is crowded with people, but chose the Jiankou Great Wall with few tourists and steep terrain. This is an undeveloped section of the Great Wall. Because of its danger, organized tours are prohibited.

Climbing to the top of a cliff, Song Ci and Long Yu stood at the highest point, looking at the mountains in the distance. The leaves have already fallen, which makes the Great Wall even more vicissitudes of life.

Song Ci took out the small urn in her bag, and in a moment of wind blowing, she let go of the ashes in her hand. Those ashes fluttered in the air, forming various shapes, and finally, it returned to dust when the wind was getting smaller...

Long Yu stood beside Song Ci. Seeing Song Ci's sad expression, he persuaded her to comfort her: "Madam, sorry."

Song Ci smiled and shook his head. "I completed her dying request, and suddenly felt empty."

Long Yu simply sat on the rocks.

Smoking is forbidden here, for fear of causing wildfires, Long Yu took out a pack of betel nuts from his pocket and chewed.

Song Ci also followed him to sit down.

Long Yu chewed on the betel nut and said to Song Ci: "When Allen's funeral was over, I had the same mood as my wife at the moment. I felt that there was a void in my heart, as if something was missing."

Long Yu grinned. He said: "Later, I went back to look at Dongcheng and returned to the dormitory. I found that the room where Allen usually slept was completely dark, and the lights were never turned on. I realized that Allen was really gone. "

"Every time our brother has dinner together, there will always be a corner missing on the table."

Long Yu red eyes.

He looked up at the boundless blue sky and smiled: "This is parting. People are always saying goodbye, parting, and meeting people throughout their lives."

"Madam, time can always dilute everything, don't be too sad."

Song Ci took a sip of the mineral water. She said: "You're right, but when I think that I will never see such a person again, I feel frustrated."

Song Ci rubbed her chest. She said, "There is a sense of depression that I want to cry but can't cry."

"I understand."

They descended the mountain smoothly and safely before dark.

According to the original plan, Song Ci and Long Yu should return to the East City the next day.

After getting up in the morning, Song Ci stood by the window, watching the drizzle outside, but she changed her attention. After breakfast, Song Ci told Long Yu: "Brother Long, you accompany me to Liaoning."

Long Yu was taken aback, "Go to Liaoning?"

"Yeah." Song Ci put down the milk in her hand, she said, "I remembered to pay homage to Allen."

Long Yu nodded.

After having breakfast, on the way to the airport, Song Ci called Han Zhan and explained that he had changed his mind temporarily and planned to go to Liaoning.

Han Zhan had no objection after listening.

"Go, go early and return early."

"it is good."

Song Ci inquired about transportation and found that taking the high-speed rail is more convenient than the plane, so he decided to take the high-speed rail. Song Ci hasn't taken the high-speed train for a long time, and found it quite interesting.

In the afternoon, they arrived at Fengcheng.

Long Yu had been to Fengcheng once, and he knew this place well. Long Yu told Song Ci: "Alun's hometown was demolished, and there is no more home in this area. I will take you directly to his cemetery, right?"

"it is good."

Allen was buried at the foot of Phoenix Mountain, not in the tourism development zone. When Allen was young, this mountain was far less famous, and many places were not developed.

When he was young, he often rode a bicycle and brought his brother to play here.

Allen was buried next to a large rock at the foot of the mountain, where many locals were buried, including the tombstone of Allen's mother.

Song Ci and Long Yu came to Allen's tomb and sat for a while, without burning the paper or wax, fearing that it would cause a wildfire. They sat quietly in front of the tomb and spoke with Allen for a long time.

When leaving, passing by the tombstone of Alan's mother, Song Ci suddenly stopped.

Long Yu asked: "What's wrong?"

Song Ci stared at her feet, and she said, "Brother Long, what does this trace look like?" Because it had rained, all the traces of activity were obvious.

Long Yu stared at the indented trace in front of the tombstone for a moment, and said in a uncertain tone: "Like... a trace of kneeling."

Song Ci has the same opinion as Long Yu.

In order to verify, Song Ci simply knelt on one knee in that place.

Her knees perfectly coincide with the other's knees!

Song Ci thought of something, her expression suddenly changed.

"Brother Long, do you think it was Alan's younger brother who is back!" Alan's younger brother didn't know Alan was dead, but he was more than five years old when he was lost. He may not remember what his brother's name was Yes, but he must remember why his mother died!

The memory of a five or six-year-old child is already very strong, and he must remember his hometown.

If he comes back, he will definitely come to worship his mother!

Long Yu was also a little delighted, "Let's ask!"

When it was getting dark, Song Ci and Long Yu returned to the city. Allen’s hometown has been demolished, and now it has been built into a high-end community with a hotel nearby. Long Yu opened two rooms in the hotel, and the two came to the elevator hall with their room cards.

There are three elevators. Song Ci saw that the elevator on the left had come down first, so he entered the elevator with Long Yu.

The elevator door just closed, the door of the elevator next door was opened from the inside. A tall beauty with blond hair and blue eyes came out from inside. Behind her was a young man wearing a black overalls.

"Spicy prawns, fried octopus, dumplings, fried fork with clam meat..." Oriana popped out one after another non-standard Chinese menu names.

Su Wen followed Oriana, listening to her extremely substandard Chinese, her face was petting, and she held back a smile.

Walking to the gate, Oriana turned around and asked Su expectantly: "Are they all delicious?"

Su Wen thought for a while, and he said, "I don't remember."

Oriana was taken aback.

"I ate it when I was a kid. At that time, I thought forks were particularly delicious." The so-called forks should actually be called rice forks. They are a famous snack in Fengcheng, Dandong, made of corn.

Su Wen remembered that when he caught clams in autumn, his mother would always use rice forks to fry clams for them.

Especially delicious.

Seeing Su Wen's confused and injured expression in her eyes, Oriana hurriedly reached out to hold Su Wen's hand and said, "Then let's go eat it again and see if it is delicious."

"Ok."

Su Wen found a restaurant with Oriana, which was the kind of ordinary but very busy restaurant on the street.

Oriana thought she spoke Chinese well. As soon as she sat down and picked up the menu, she couldn't understand what was written on it. She said, "Liao Banliang, I want a spicy and fatty shrimp. I want to see hairtail, toes, and salty. Fried meat fork..."

Boss: "..."

The boss lady was desperate.

She cast her eyes on Su Wen for help.

Su Wen's Chinese is not very standard, but he can understand it. He said: "Mrs. Boss, want a spicy shrimp, fried octopus, boiled dumplings, fried clam meat with a fork."

The lady boss nodded violently. "Well, wait!"

The proprietress ran away violently.

Oriana was a little frustrated. She turned her head and asked Su, "Is my Chinese bad?"

Su Wen touched her head and praised her: "No, it's great."

Oriana was very depressed. She said, "Am I embarrassed?"

"No."

Oriana curled her lips, she wanted to smoke, but she couldn't read Chinese, and she was worried that smoking would be prohibited in the restaurant. She pinched the cigarette in her fingers, and glanced around the restaurant, but saw a few men smoking.

She was about to light a cigarette, but saw a pregnant woman come under the table next door with her pregnant belly.

Oriana consciously put down the lighter again and stuffed the cigarette back into the cigarette case.

Su Wen watched Oriana's movements silently, his lips twitched.

So cute.

Soon, the dishes were served.

Oriana likes to eat everything else, but the dipping sauce with dumplings has too many green onions, and Oriana is not used to it. After only one bite, I was surprised by the smell of green onions.

Oriana eats dumplings again, she doesn't stick to the sauce.

That rice fork may be the title of ‘Suwen’s Favorite Food’, so Oriana also found it delicious.

After eating, the two walked around to digest.

As they walked, they came to a commercial area, and there was a high-end community nearby, which looked very expensive. Oriana was wearing high heels, her feet a little sore.

Su Wen noticed that Oriana always looked down at her high heels, and he squatted down directly in front of Oriana.

"Come up, I'll carry you."

Oriana did not pretend to be hypocritical with Su Wen, she lay generously on Su Wen's back.

Su Wen carried her on his back and continued to stroll down the street.

When Su Wen once again returned to the place where Oriana had been taken on her back, Oriana finally noticed something was wrong. She patted Su Wen on the shoulder and said, "Su Wen, you have been carrying me three times on this road. Are you lost?"

Su Wen was also a little tired, so he put down Oriana.

"Yes."

Su Wen stared at the tall building in front of him, and said in confusion, "Anna, I can't find home."

Oriana had planned to open a navigation system, ready to search for the correct route back to the hotel. After hearing Su Wen's words, Oriana realized what Su Wen was talking about.

Oriana put down the phone and looked up at Su Wen's cheek.

Su Wen's face was full of confusion and confusion.

Oriana felt a little uncomfortable.

When you fall in love with someone, his frown, smile or frown will affect your heart.

Oriana wanted to reach out to smooth the wrinkles in Su Wen.

At this moment, Su Wen suddenly raised his right hand and pointed at the tall building in front of him. He whispered softly: "I clearly remember that my house was here before, but I searched for three times and couldn't find my house... "

Where is his home?

Where's his... brother?

Don't you want him?

Oriana was breaking her heart.

She is obviously not a softhearted person.

Oriana squeezed Su Wen's hand and told Su Wen cruelly: "Su Wen, your home is gone, it’s been demolished." Leaning her head on Su Wen’s shoulder, Oriana said again: "From now on, my Home is your home, and I will be your family."

Su Wen held Oriana's head, he stared at the brightly lit high-rise building, but he felt that his vision was blurred and he could not see the way.

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