Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

"go with."

Hearing Han Zhan's reply, Li Li was taken aback.

"You go?" So surprised, Li Li's voice was a little higher.

Han Zhan said again: "I'll go."

Li Li couldn't understand Han Zhan's thoughts.

"Mr. Han." Li Li tentatively asked: "Could you be against Miss Song, do you have other plans?"

Han Zhan Zhengyi said awe-inspiringly: "She is my pilot, someone I can rest assured of putting my life in her hands. Since she personally gave the invitation letter, it is not appropriate not to go."

Li Li was still suspicious, "Is it just that?" Li Li's eyes looked at Han Zhan full of suspicion.

Isn’t the old iron tree blooming and thinking about Song Ci?

Han Zhan said nothing.

Seeing Han Zhan's expression, Li Li was always calm, and he suspected that he was thinking too much.

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August 10th is Song Ci’s birthday. The Mu’s courtyard is not large and not suitable for banquets. Song Ci decided to host the charity dinner in the banquet hall on the fifth floor of the Longxingtianxia Hotel.

The first Yuan Song Ci is the rose that blooms in every man's heart. She is charming and full of beauty. Any man who received her invitation letter would not fail to attend the banquet.

And Song Ci is exquisite and exquisite, and she is also very popular in women's circles. He has many friends, and those wealthy daughters are willing to come to cheer for her.

At the banquet, most of the single high-quality single men and allure ladies gathered here, with clothes fragrant on the temples and Wangdongcheng, giving her a lot of face.

There are two daughters in the Mu family. The adopted daughter Song Ci has a beautiful face. The youngest daughter Mu Qiuqiu is really innocent. The sisters have deep feelings. They used to see each other at their birthday banquets.

Song Ci is the protagonist of tonight, of course, he will be the finale, but Mu Qiu is not seen at the scene, and everyone is still surprised.

Someone who didn't know the truth asked in surprise: "Why didn't you see Mu Qiu?"

"Mu Qiu was ill and was hospitalized in the hospital. Song Ci hosted this charity dinner just to save Mu Qiu."

"That's it."

Standing in the corner and overhearing the guests’ conversation, Li Li tilted his head and told Han Zhan: “Miss Song is a girl adopted by Mu Mian eight years ago. I heard that she was brought back from Bijiang City after the earthquake. Both her parents died in that earthquake."

"Mu Qiu, is the Mu family's own daughter, two years younger than Miss Song."

Han Zhan only knew that Song Ci was the adopted daughter of the Mu family, but did not know that Song Ci had experienced the pain of an earthquake. He was a little lost.

Thinking of something, Li Li said to Han Zhan: "Oh, right, Mr. Han should have not been discharged at that time, I remember you served in the southwest, did you participate in the rescue in Bijiang City?"

Han Zhan was a little fascinated by things, as if he hadn't heard Li Li's question.

Li Li was about to turn around to get the wine when he suddenly heard Han Zhan whisper: "I have been there." His tone was quite heavy, and a look that no one could understand was cast on his cold cheek.

"I've really been there." Even though eight years have passed since the earthquake, Li Li still felt shocked when he recalled the post-disaster scenes he saw on TV at that time.

Li Li looked at Han Zhan, and he asked: "The scene must be much more tragic than the filming on TV."

Han Zhan lowered his eyes to look at his right hand, and gave a soft hum.

"Well, everything you see with your eyes is in ruins. What you see on TV doesn't feel the same as what you see on the spot." That was the most tragic and terrifying sight Han Zhan had ever seen in his life.

Within a few seconds, a prosperous city was completely overturned, with broken walls all over the ground, you fell everywhere, and there may be several lives buried underground.

Such a tragic scene, once seen, will never forget it in a lifetime.

Over the years, Han Zhan would occasionally dream of the big earthquake, and after waking up, he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Li Li was still studying at the time. He said: "I also donated a lot of money back then. When I read the report, my eyes cried red several times."

Han Zhan said in a deep voice, "It's a good thing to be able to cry." They were at the rescue scene and had seen too many dead people. They were almost numb and couldn't cry.

At this moment, Li Li saw something and suddenly touched Han Zhan's arm with his elbow, reminding him to shout: "Miss Song is here."

Han Zhan cut off the memory and looked up in the direction of the gate, and saw a bright red.

Song Ci dyed his burgundy hair, making his face more white and beautiful. Her long hair is draped over her fragrant shoulders, and her tall and graceful **** body is wrapped in a burgundy tube top and waist long skirt. The skirt is covered with a layer of transparent white polka dot veil, which adds agility.

Song porcelain has a slender waist, well-proportioned and slender legs, but her **** are plump, round and round, charming and charming.

She is truly the first lady.

Song Ci has studied etiquette class, wearing gorgeous dress, can also walk out of elegant and graceful posture.

She stepped on eight-centimeter high heels and walked all the way into the banquet hall, a few centimeters higher than most women. There were countless noble sons at the scene, but Song Ci's eyes did not stop on them.

She crossed the sea of ​​people, and finally stopped in front of Han Zhan and smiled at him.

She laughed, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and all the stars hiding behind the clouds came out.

In an instant, the Milky Way is within reach.

Han Zhan looked at Song Ci’s smiling face, and a strange thought flashed in his mind——

He wanted to put the starry sky in a glass bottle and put it in his pocket, so no one was allowed to peek.

The waitress holding the wine came to Song Ci. Song Ci took a glass of red wine from it, handed it to Han Zhan’s left arm, and said softly with red lips: "Mr. Han, you are welcome."

Han Zhan stared down at the wine, his eyes deep.

Li Li looked at Song Ci's eyes and suddenly became wary.

Ordinary people handing wine will subconsciously hand the wine to the person's right hand. Song Ci and Han Zhan have never eaten together, and I certainly don't know that Han Zhan wrote with the left hand and ate with the left hand.

But Song Ci directly handed the wine glass to Han Zhan's left arm, apparently knowing Han Zhan's left-handed habit.

How did she know?

Han Zhan hid the thoughts in his eyes, took the wine in his left hand, and raised the glass to bless Song Ci: "Because of you, the stars are more brilliant. Miss Song, happy birthday."

Song Ci: "Thank you."

She picked up the skirt of her skirt and turned around gracefully, and her figure shuttled among the gorgeous shadows.

Ten minutes later, the banquet officially began, and Song Ci came onto the stage carrying a cello.

Song Ci's violin is very beautiful, and his piano skills are a little beyond Han Zhan's expectations. Even a person without any musical cell is fascinated by Song Ci's violin.

Song Ci played the theme song "Theme-From-Schindler\'s-List" of the movie Schindler's list. Han Zhan had watched that movie and felt a little sad when he heard the song.

Such tunes are not suitable for performance at birthday parties.

There were tears in Song Ci's eyes. She controlled her emotions well and did not really cry. But after pulling the tune and lifting the bow, a tear fell on the strings.

It's just that the lights are too bright, no one noticed.

With thunderous applause, Han Zhan heard Li Li say in his ear: "It's a pity that Miss Song won't be a star."

Han Zhan looked at Song Ci, who was brighter than the stars on the platform, and murmured, "Being a star is really a pity."