Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Han Zhan held Song Ci in his arms and said, "Take me off." His voice suddenly became much lower, and his dumb voice made Song Ci tremble.

Song Ci has been separated from Han Zhan for two months. She stays in the pharmaceutical factory every day like a pool of calm spring water. As soon as Han Zhan spoke, the wind rose and the spring water rippled.

Song Ci gave Han Zhan a deep look before he said, "Old hooligan!"

But she happened to be a little hooligan.

The little gangster sat up from Han Zhan's arms and gently helped Han Zhan take off his clothes and pants. In the past, Song Ci must have done this kind of thing to molest Han Zhan, but today she is reluctant.

For the first time, she didn't pay attention to Han Zhan's good muscular figure. All her attention was on Han Zhan's wound.

Before going to D country to perform a mission, although Han Zhan successfully protected his stomach with a bulletproof vest, his left arm and calf suffered gunshot wounds.

The gauze on the wound has long been removed, revealing two gun wounds. The wound was sutured with surgical needles, and now it has begun to heal, but it hasn't all healed. The new pink flesh formed a huge contrast with Han Zhan's original skin tone.

Song Ci felt a pain in his chest thinking of Han Zhan running in the rain of bullets. She gently touched the wound on Han Zhan's left arm with her finger, and asked him, "Does it still hurt?"

Han Zhan: "Pain."

Hearing this, Song Ci felt even more distressed.

But when Han Zhan could come back alive, Song Ci was satisfied. "Han Zhan, you promise me not to do this kind of thing in the future, okay?"

All the comrades who succeeded in bringing them back this time, Han Zhan has a clear conscience.

Hearing Song Ci's request, Han Zhan held Song Ci's right hand half of his nail. He felt the coolness on Song Ci's fingertips. He couldn't help putting her finger to his lips and kissed.

"From now on, I will only be the boss of Zeus International, the husband of Song Ci, the father of Miaomiao and Junjun." He didn't care about other things.

He is a man, but not a god. With his family, Han Zhan also cherishes his life. He just wants to spend a good life with his wife and children.

Hearing this, Song Ci was relieved.

Han Zhan suddenly said, "The wound hurts so much. You can blow it up and it won’t hurt anymore." At an older age, Han Zhan still betrayed Song Ci without shame.

Miao Miao and Jun Jun always act like this with Song Ci, and Han Zhan is also Song Ci's baby Cham.

Song Ci laughed at him: "You are not a three-year-old baby anymore, and you still blow." Song Ci disliked Han Zhan very much, but he lowered his head and gently blew the wound for Han Zhan.

When she lowered her head, her hair fell on Han Zhan's chest, itchy.

It is not just the skin, but also the heart.

Han Zhan suddenly squeezed Song Ci's arm and hinted to her: "It's blown, let's do something else." Blowing is boring, biting is interesting.

Song Ci subconsciously said, "I didn't prepare anything."

Han Zhan never disappointed Song Ci. He reached out and touched the wallet on the bedside table, opened the wallet, and took out two small things from the wallet under Song Ci's jaw-dropping gaze.

"I have everything ready."

Song Ci: "..."

"Old beast!"

Song Ci screamed, but still reached out and took away what was in Han Zhan's hand, and went to work.

Because Han Zhan was not well recovered, many postures were inconvenient to practice. After a taste of meat, the two hugged each other to sleep.

The next morning, Song Ci asked Han Zhan why he suddenly came to Mo's house.

Han Zhan said, "I'm here to give warmth to the Mo family."

Song Ci: "What kind of warmth?" She didn't believe Han Zhan would be so kind.

Han Zhan: "I will give anything to the Mo family." It is humanitarian to feed the criminals before death.

Song Ci suddenly felt that Han Zhan's heart was horrified.

In the morning, Song Ci was soaked in the pharmacy. At noon, Mo Suiyun, the manager, came over and asked her to go to lunch. The richest man, Han Zhan, came and gave the Mo family a lot of good things free of charge. The Mo family wanted to thank Han Zhan and specially hosted a banquet for him.

Song Ci followed Mo Suiyun to the banquet building. On the way, she asked Mo Suiyun, "What did Han Zhan give us?" Song Ci said ‘we’ and Mo Suiyun laughed.

"In response to the young master's words, Mr. Han sent us two helicopters. After that, the family will go out to treat people's illnesses, so there is no need to travel."

Song Ci's heart ached.

Two helicopters, a lot of money!

Buy her gems, buy toys for the children, and buy meat for Han Zhan himself.

Song Ci arrived in the dining room and saw Han Zhan and Song Fei sitting with Han Zhan.

Although Song Ci and Song Fei look similar, one is born with a smiling face and the other is a cold face. Song Fei wants to play Song Ci and can't fall off the horse. Everyone smiles and his face is stiff.

Seeing Song Ci coming, Song Fei's eyes looked resentful.

Song Ci held back a smile and sat down beside Song Fei. As soon as he sat down, Song Ci heard Song Fei say: "Hurry up and finish this matter, let's change it back."

Everyone smiled, and Song Fei was almost laughing and convulsed.

I don't know why Song Ci loves to laugh so much.

Song Cimu said with a face, "I will lend you Han Zhan for a play, you should be content. You know, men and Bra, I never borrow."

"Fuck, your Han Zhan is too serious, not cute at all." Yan Jiang is still cute, and Song Fei knead whatever he wants, which is especially fun.

The sisters got together and muttered, Han Zhan couldn't hear what they were talking about.

But now is the early spring season, and the toon tree just sprouts.

The Mo people planted many toon trees. Seeing that the rich man in the big city of Han Zhan came, thinking that he might seldom eat the food in these mountains, the cook of the Mo family specially went to get some toon vegetables and made a plate of toon leaves. Fried eggs, coriander, houttuynia cordata, and dried red peppers are used to make a bowl of cold dishes.

Those who like these two dishes love to death, and those who don’t love vomit to death.

Like Song Ci, Song Fei didn't like coriander. Song Fei is more picky about her mouth. Not only does she dislike coriander, but she also dislikes toon vegetables.

Han Zhan suddenly picked up the chopsticks, took a chopsticks and coriander, put them into Song Fei's bowl thoughtfully, and said softly to Song Fei: "Song porcelain, try this, especially for dinner."

When Mo Suixin saw this scene, he smiled and said, "Mr. Han, you really have a vision. The dish you just picked up is a famous dish on our side. It used to be hard, so we just had this dish. I can eat two bowls of rice!"

"Mrs. Han." Mo Xun said to Song Fei expectantly: "Mrs. Han, try it and see how it tastes?"

Song Fei stared at the coriander in the bowl. Under the table, she suddenly lifted her shoes and stepped on Han Zhan's feet.

Song Fei was wearing sports shoes, and there was no power in high heels when he stepped on it. Han Zhan didn't even frown.

"Song Ci, try it. If you like it, when we go back, we will take some back." Han Zhan behaved very much in favor of his wife.

When Song Fei saw that Mo Suixin and Madam Mo looked at herself expectantly, she could only pick up the chopsticks and ate the coriander blankly.

Song Fei bit Houttuynia cordata in one bite.

I thought that coriander was the most unpalatable vegetable in the world, but the houttuynia had once again refreshed Song Fei's senses.

Song Fei's mouth was full of the smell of houttuynia, and she almost vomited it out.

Song Fei closed his facial features and swallowed the coriander and houttuynia coriander, and quickly took a sip from the water glass.

Mrs. Mo was amused by Song Fei's look of death. "Is the smell strange and difficult to accept?"

Song Fei was afraid that Han Zhan would continue to shame her, so he nodded and answered honestly: "I am not used to this dish. It has a strong fishy smell."

"Otherwise, how do you call it Houttuynia?" Han Zhan snorted, then picked up a chopsticks toon and vegetable scrambled eggs and placed them in Song Fei's bowl.

"The cook said that this is a toon dish that has just been picked from the tree. It is very fresh. Song Ci, didn't you say that you wanted to try the most authentic toon dish last time? Come and try it."

This time Han Zhan didn't force Song Fei to eat toon dishes, he was busy picking up some fresh spring bamboo shoots with his chopsticks.

He put the spring bamboo shoots in a Song porcelain bowl and said to her: "Sister Fei, listen to Song Porcelain saying that you like fried spring bamboo shoots with bacon, come and taste."

Stir-fried spring bamboo shoots with bacon is a special dish that Song Ci likes to eat. She looked at the spring bamboo shoots in her bowl, and then at the toon dishes in Song Fei's bowl, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

But she dare not.

Sitting beside Song Fei, Song Ci could feel the suppressed anger in Song Fei. Song Ci felt a little bad, and always felt that Han Zhan was going to be punished.

One is a sister and the other is a husband. She can't afford to offend any of them, so she won't help anyone, just bow her head and eat her own.

After eating, Song Ci slipped away early on the excuse of taking medicine.

If you continue to stay, Song Fei will definitely find an excuse to take it away, and then will be taught by Song Fei.

After Song Ci left, Mo Xuanyin took Han Zhan around Mo's house. He took Han Zhan to visit the medicinal field, visited the pharmaceutical factory, and introduced him to the life history of Mo Liansheng's ancestors at Shensi Tower.

Coming out of Shensi Tower, Han Zhan glanced at the Zhirijian specially.

Han Zhan lowered his head and stared at Mo Suixin. He said, "My wife, I told me about this bow and arrow on the phone before. Is this the Sun Arrow?"

Mo Xunxin laughed, "Yes!"

Mo Suixin saw that Han Zhan was very interested in the bow, so he invited him to the high platform and looked closer. "Mr. Han, you follow me."

Han Zhan followed Mo Suixin and boarded the stone platform.

Under the spring sun, the Zhirijian was red all over, as coquettish as blood, and looked evil.

When Han Zhan searched the literature of Nangongxian, he saw the pictures drawn by those experts in the literature of this arrow. Although the arrow on the data is quite powerful, it looks more yin and beautiful, and it looks like a woman's weapon.

But the real Sun Arrow is just a simple bow and arrow. It is so simple that there are no ornaments on it, only the three words Nangongxian.

Looking at the bow and arrow at close range, Han Zhan suddenly felt a trace of pain in his heart.

He asked Mo Suixin: "Can I, touch this arrow?"

"of course can."

In these years, I don't know how many people have touched this sword.

This sword looks evil, but in fact it is not evil. Touching it does not get in the way.

With the permission of Patriarch Mo, Han Zhan stared at the bow for a while, then raised his mutilated right hand and gently pressed his thumb on the three characters'Nangongxian'.

Han Zhan's heart throbbed as soon as he touched Sunzhan Arrow.

He frowned and drew his hand back abruptly.

"What's wrong?" Mo Suixin was taken aback.

Han Zhan didn't show anything unusual. He said, "The touch is so smooth. It doesn't look like an ancient weapon at all. There is no trace of old."

Mo Suixin nodded and said, "This bow has been exposed to the sun and rain for six hundred years. It is always brand new and beautiful, and it is also magical."

Han Zhan stretched out his hand toward Sunzhan Arrow again.

This time, his heart was still twitching, but Han Zhan had suffered even more painful experiences in his life, so he appeared very calm.

Han Zhan repeatedly stroked the three words Nangongxian, feeling sad in his heart not clear. He wanted to cry a little, and didn't even notice that he was crying.

"Mr. Han, why are you crying?" Mo Suixin noticed Han Zhan's tears and was taken aback.

Han Zhan returned to his senses and was a little surprised.

He cried?

Han Zhan touched his eyes, and he really felt hot and humid.

Han Zhan felt that something was wrong, but he did not show it.

He said: "Thinking of the story between General Nangongxian and Patriarch Mo, I feel sorry for them."

Mo Suixin looked a little embarrassed. He said dryly, "Mr. Han's feelings are quite delicate." He was a 30 or 40-year-old old guy, and he shed tears at every turn, feeling very...subtle.

Han Zhan also felt embarrassed, "I am a person with more developed lacrimal glands and cry easily."

Mo Suixin expressed his understanding and changed the subject, saying, "Since Mr. Han is injured and needs to rest for a while, why not just stay in the valley for a while?"

This is what Han Zhan waited for, "Then bother."

"It's an honor for the Mo people to entertain guests like Mr. Han. I hope Mr. Han will not dislike it."

"how come."

As the Patriarch of the Mo family, Mo Suixin has no time to stay with Han Zhan.

After leaving the Shensi Building, Mo Suixin was called away, and Han Zhan returned to the dormitory building accompanied by Mo Suiyun. As soon as he walked downstairs, Han Zhan felt a little sick in his stomach.

It feels...

Did you eat something bad at noon?

Han Zhan's legs were unsatisfactory, but his stomach was uncomfortable, so he could only run to the toilet quickly.

Mo Suiyun watched Han Zhan quickly return to the room and went straight to the toilet.

He was stunned, realizing that Han Zhan was in a hurry to go to the toilet, touched his nose awkwardly, and left.

Han Zhan had been squatting in the toilet for five minutes before he felt comfortable. He went back to the bed and lay down again, thinking that he could sleep for a while, but his stomach started to make noise again!

For the next two hours, Han Zhan kept running back and forth between the bed and the toilet.

In the evening, Song Ci went to the cafeteria for dinner and returned to the dormitory building, only to find Han Zhan lying on the bed with a weak face, like a deflated ball.

Soft and pitiful, like being ravaged and broken.

Song Ci was taken aback, thinking that Han Zhan was seriously ill, "Han Zhan, what's the matter with you?" She noticed that Han Zhan's lips were dry, and she quickly checked Han Zhan's pulse.

Song Ci didn't know the pulse before, but after studying with the big guys like the Mo family for a while, Song Ci will also get the pulse.

Looking at Han Zhan’s pulse, it’s obviously...

"Do you have diarrhea?" What did you eat to get so much?

Han Zhan had already figured out the reason for his diarrhea. Wherever he had eaten something bad, it was simply because he was yin!

Han Zhan was extremely weak, and his voice sounded particularly dry. He said, "Porcelain treasure, Song Fei will fix me." Han Zhan was like a complaining child. "Porcelain Treasure, you have to talk about Song Fei, that woman has a heart attack. I haven't stopped for more than two hours."

Song Ci didn't feel sorry for Han Zhan, but it was Song Fei that Han Zhan provoked first.

Han Zhanjian deserves to be cured.

Song Ci comforted Han Zhan: "Aren't you okay now, you'll be tricky Song Fei first, you don't care about this, and I can't ask her for justice."

Han Zhan was miserable, he said: "I am not all right, I just have a diarrhea..."

Han Zhan used to hear people talk about the term "snake-scorpion heart", but now he really understands how vicious it is.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, regretting it. "I will never bully Song Fei again..."

Song Ci felt that Han Zhan was too pitiful, and finally bit the bullet and went to find Song Fei.

Song Fei closed the door and didn't know what to do in the room.

Song Ci knocked on the door three times.

After a while, Song Fei came to open the door. She was wearing pajamas, with a pair of headphones hanging around her neck, leaning against the door frame crookedly.

Looking at Song Ci outside the door blankly, Song Fei sneered and sneered at her: "Give you a man an antidote? Song Ci, it's good, your man bullies me first, you don't help. I'll forget it, and still have the face to find the settlement?"

The younger sister is a white-eyed wolf, there is no need to raise it anymore, it is more interesting to raise a small milk dog. The little milk dog can eat and sleep with him.