Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Fei accepted the bank card and asked Yan Jiang, "Is this a bribe?" The cold eyes that looked like white snow gradually began to smile.

Yan Jiang corrected Song Fei's remarks: "It's not a bribe, it's a family fund." Holding Song Fei's right hand, Yan Jiang bowed his head and kissed the back of her hand, and asked her, "There is Miss Lao Song who will help me spend my life. Money."

Song Fei was a little moved, and didn't want to be seen by Yan Jiang, so she turned her head pretending to be indifferent, pretending to be disgusted, and said: "Nep!

Sitting down holding the money rose, Song Fei fastened his seat belt and suddenly told Yan Jiang, "I also prepared a gift for you, and I will give it to you in the evening."

"it is good."

With the expectation of gifts, Yan Jiang drove Song Fei to the neighboring Wanyu County. There is a small leisure island near the sea in Wanyu County, suitable for short-term travel.

This weekend, they plan to live by the sea.

Yan Jiang took Song Fei to a local farmhouse and had an authentic seafood meal. After eating, Yan Jiang rubbed his hands, and couldn't wait to ask Song Fei, "Where is the gift?"

Song Fei said, "Come with me."

Song Fei took Yan Jiang to the beach. The weather was very cold, and Song Fei's cheeks hurt because of the sea breeze. Song Fei hugged his entire face with a scarf, showing only one pair of eyes.

"Where is the gift?" Yan Jiang stared at the empty beach, very curious.

Song Fei said: "I have a clue, you look for it."

Song Fei wore a faux fur jacket, black plush velvet leggings, and a pair of flat shoes. It was cold and there was no one near the sea, so Yan Jiang blatantly put his hand into Song Fei's coat.

After groping for a while, Yan Jiang found a note under Song Fei's thin underwear. Putting the note under his nose and sniffing, he pretended to say frivolously: "There is a smell of milk."

Squinting indifferently, Song Fei threatened him expressionlessly: "Looking for death?"

Yan Jiang behaved right away. He opened the note and saw that it said--

ferry.

Yan Jiang looked towards the sea and saw a dozen boats and two or three yachts moored by the sea. "With so many ships, do you let me look for them one by one?" Yan Jiang felt tired, how long will it take to look for?

Song Fei reminded: "There is always one ship that is different."

"Is it?"

Yan Jiang walked around the boats twice, and finally, he stopped under a brand-new yacht. If there is any difference, it is that the cruise ship in front of him is too new!

"You rented a yacht?" Could this be the gift Song Fei said?

"Rent?" Song Fei yelled with extreme disdain, "Sister Fei never used something that others have used." Song Fei boarded the yacht and said, "Sister bought it!"

Song Fei turned on the light, and Yan Jiang saw two words written on the yacht—

Zangjiang.

When Yan Jiang pointed to the two words, a thought flashed through his mind, but he didn't want to believe it was true. He said to Song Fei with uncertainty, "Explain to me what these two words mean."

Song Fei: "Is it difficult to understand? Jin Wu hides Yan Jiang."

Yan Jiang's smile gradually solidified, which really meant what he thought.

"Very, very good." The way Yan Jiang's smile goes against his will, the way it goes against his will.

Song Fei hooked his finger towards Yan Jiang, "Come up."

Yan Jiang stepped onto the yacht.

He stood on the deck, staring at Song Feilu’s eyes outside the scarf, and couldn’t help asking, “Did you rob? Or did you hack someone else’s account and steal money?” Song Fei didn’t have a lot of money, so she absolutely couldn’t buy it. To set up this yacht.

Song Feibai glanced at Yan Jiang and scolded him: "Shortsighted."

Song Fei walked into the cabin, and after a while, she pulled out a suitcase.

Song Fei opened the suitcase in front of Yan Jiang, revealing the neatly folded cash in the suitcase. Song Fei clapped his hands and told Yan Jiang with an arrogant look: "Sister Fei is rich, and Sister Fei will raise you in the future."

"Song Fei, you really grabbed money!" Yan Jiang's mood changed.

Yan Jiang stared at the money. He seemed to see that when the sun rose tomorrow morning, the police put handcuffs on Song Fei's wrists and told her: "Criminal Song Fei, you were arrested for stealing a huge amount of property from others!" .

Yan Jiang was scared into a cold sweat.

Seeing Yan Jiang's worried look, Song Fei couldn't stand it anymore, and then explained: "Remember the little apprentice I told you before?"

Yan Jiang nodded. "remember."

"The little apprentice has been very good these years. He sold all the software and codes I wrote back then and used that money to manage my finances on my behalf. Now your sister Fei is also a rich woman with more than 20 billion assets."

And Yan Jiang, with assets of only 200 million, was speechless.

"A Fei..."

"Called Sister Fei." Sister Fei floated away with money in hand.

Yan Jiang: "Sister Fei. Sister Fei is rich, Sister Fei is amazing." Yan Jiang sat on the box of money, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a slow sip. Breathing out the smoke, Yan Jiang looked at the bright moon above his head, and said silently in his heart: After all, I have embarked on the road of eating by beauty!

After smoking, Yan Jiang indifferently accepted the fact that he had become a little white face raised by Song Fei.

Yan Jiang walked into the cabin of the yacht, planning to take a tour of his golden house.

The yacht has a lounge inside and a bedroom outside, but there is also a door inside the bedroom. "This is also a room?"

Yan Jiang opened the door and realized that there was a tool room inside.

Seeing those tools, Yan Jiang's breathing was slightly stagnant. When he thought of those tools Song Fei would use, he was short of breath and his heart beat faster.

Song Fei walked in a step behind, she hugged Yan Jiang's waist from behind. "This is my gift to you."

People more or less have some shortcomings. Song Fei, a young talent with high IQ, turned out to be an M-type abuser. And Yan Jiang, he is not S, but he is willing to learn to do S for Song Fei.

Song Fei walked to the wall, took off a small black tassel whip, and put it into Yan Jiang's hand. "Try it?"

Yan Jiang's throat rolled, "Okay."

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Returning to Wangdong City from Wanyu County, Yan Jiang and the boss asked for leave. The reason for asking for leave was marriage. When Yan Jiang got the marriage leave request slip, he couldn't control the corners of his mouth. The colleagues in the unit knew that he was going to get married, and they all blessed him.

Yan Jiang walked out of the Public Security Bureau with a smile, touched the smooth top of his head, and couldn't help humming.

He has been humming home, and he is still in a good mood. Until he opened the door and saw a group of people in black standing in his living room, Yan Jiang's good mood was finally shot apart.

"You are..." Yan Jiang stared at the man sitting on the sofa drinking coffee, a little surprised.

The man wore an iron gray suit with blond hair and blue eyes, and his features were quite deep. He looked like a genuine foreigner.

Yan Jiang didn't know this foreigner.

The **** put down the coffee cup and said in substandard Chinese: "Hello, my dear Cecilio Clooney."

Cecilio Clooney?

Yan Jiang's expression changed slightly, "Big Brother!"

The big brother Yan Jiang directly frightened Cecilio.

Cecilio looked at his enthusiastic and well-behaved brother-in-law, was stunned, then nodded, and also solemnly shouted: "Brother-in-law."

Yan Jiang looked around the house, did not see Song Fei, and asked Cecilio, "Where is A Fei?"

Cecilio: "She hasn't come back yet."

"Then how did you get in?"

Cecilio looked in the direction of the door and said, "Obviously, I came in through the door."

Is this the point?

The point is that there is no key and no password to open the door. How did Cecilio get in!

But Yan Jiang didn't dare to make trouble in front of Cecilio. He heard Han Zhan and Song Song talk about this big brother. Knowing that this elder brother is not easy to provoke, Yan Jiang dare not provoke him.

"Brother's coffee is almost finished, I'm going to make another pot of coffee?" Yan Jiang only has the skill of making coffee.

Cecilio nodded.

Yan Jiang made coffee and had a cup with Cecilio.

After the two chatted in Chinese for more than ten minutes, Song Fei returned.

Song Fei went to meet the little apprentice today. When she came back, she stepped on a skateboard and jumped in from outside the gate. She put away the skateboard, flicked her long hair, and walked quickly into the house.

Entering the house, I saw a group of black-clothed men in the house, and Yan Jiang, who was wearing a white sweater, was sitting in the middle of a group of black-clothed men.

No matter how you look at it, it's very strange.

Song Fei looked at Yan Jiang first, and was relieved to see that Cecilio hadn't touched Yan Jiang.

Song Fei's eyes fell on Cecilio's body again.

Although they are half-brothers and sisters, Cecilio looks nothing like her and Song Ci.

He is more like a young version of Edward.

While Song Fei was looking at Cecilio, Cecilio was also looking at Song Fei. Song Fei and Song Ci are twins. They look alike at first glance, but if you look closely, you can see that the two are actually easy to identify.

Song Ci is warm and charming, and Song Fei is cold and arrogant, but they are not easy to provoke.

Women are not easy to mess with.

Cecilio has discovered that every man with awe-inspiring awe, once he meets a woman who makes them tempted, he will do everything in minutes.

Look at Edward, look at Han Zhan, look at himself.

These are all living examples!

Cecilio and Song Fei had spoken on the phone before, and Cecilio had already discovered that Song Fei was a silent girl. It just so happened that he didn't like to talk.

"Good afternoon." Cecilio said.

Song Fei: "Good afternoon."

Song Fei sat down on the armrest of the single sofa under Yan Jiang. She put her arms around Yan Jiang's shoulders and asked Cecilio: "You cracked the code of our house?"

Cecilio expressed his apologies, "It's too cold outside, and breaking in is really helpless."

"Ah..."

I believe you a ghost.

But Cecilio's next move directly moved Song Fei. Cecilio stretched out his hand, and his subordinates handed a subscription contract to Cecilio's hand.

The contract is all in Italian.

Cecilio handed the contract to Song Fei and explained: "This is the order contract for the instruments you need. I will keep the contract for you. If there is a problem in the use of the instrument, the company will repair it for you free of charge or replace."

Song Fei stared at the contract and suddenly squeezed a cordial smile at Cecilio. "Brother, stay for dinner tonight!"

Cecilio was startled by Song Fei's smile. He hesitated for a while, then nodded, "...OK."

Song Fei and Yan Jiang entered the kitchen, and the two worked together for a while, cooked a table of dishes, and invited Cecilio to taste. Cecilio was surprised that Song Fei could cook. He tasted the dishes and found that it tasted good.

"So this is the taste of Chinese food."

Hearing Cecilio's mumble, Yan Jiang said: "Chinese food is delicious, and it is rare to find authentic Chinese food abroad."

Cecilio listened to this and said, "If you have a chance, you must taste it."

Cecilio didn't like to talk too much.

After eating two bowls of rice, Cecilio got up and left.

After Song Fei sent Cecilio away, he quickly photographed the order contract and sent it to Song Ci. "Little idiot, Cecilio is here and brought me a gift."

Song Ci sent a jealous emoji.

Song Ci: [I regret getting married too early, I missed Cecilio's gift perfectly. 】

Song Fei: [You can make another knot. 】

Song Ci: [Rolling. 】

After Song Ci and Song Fei chatted, they entered the circle of friends and saw Su Huanyan posted a video of her playing spinning in a nightclub.

Almost every city has several nightclubs designed as weight loss centers. People who lose weight sweat like rain on sports equipment, and DJ cheers them up on stage.

Su Huanyan is not fat at all, but she will go there three times a week, just to exercise.

Song Ci commented on Su Huanyan: [Quan Demon Flurry. 】

Su Huanyan replied to Song Ci: [come? 】

Song Ci: [Brother Han is not at home, I want to take care of the children. 】

Su Huanyan: [Then make an appointment next time. 】

Su Huanyan put away her mobile phone, drank saliva, bent over and rubbed her thighs a few times before getting on the spinning bike again.

At half past nine, Su Huanyan was ready to go home. She wiped her face with a towel, put on a peaked cap, and walked out of the nightclub.

Su Huanyan's car was parked next to the park at the end of the nightclub. She walked over and just found the key and unlocked the car. When unlocking, the car lights flashed a few times, and Su Huanyan saw a tall man standing next to her car by the red car lights.

Su Huanyan's brisk footsteps stopped.

She subconsciously wants to run.

At the moment when Su Huanyan was about to turn around to escape, Cecilio suddenly said, "The faster you run, the faster Cheng Yanmo will die."

Su Huanyan was forced to stop.

She turned her head angrily, glared at the overbearing and unreasonable devil, and walked over quickly.

As he approached, Su Huanyan suddenly stood on tiptoe, raised his hand and slapped Cecilio. "You are so cheap!"

Cecilio was slapped with Su Huanyan's head and turned his head away. Putting his tongue out and licking his lips, Cecilio slowly turned his face. Seeing Su Huanyan's pretty face full of anger, Cecilio suddenly laughed.

Su Huanyan felt a little creepy when he heard his laughter.

"Huanyan, have you forgotten that when you first met me, you didn't dare to shout loudly in the bed, so you were afraid to make me angry. Now that you are so courageous, you dare to beat me..."

This is really wanton.

If Su Huanyan didn't dare to take Cecilio, Cecilio was covered in pits, and she would follow Cecilio's way if she didn't pay attention.

In front of Cecilio, Su Huanyan suddenly took out his mobile phone and couldn't wait to call Cheng Yanmo.

Cecilio heard Su Huanyan yell softly: "Inkstone."

Among the tens of thousands of Chinese characters, the word ‘inkstone’ is the most disgusting!