Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Leaving from Song Ci's room on Friday, he walked downstairs to the dormitory and squatted on a big rock in front of the courtyard.

Staring in the direction of Shensilou, Friday was filled with emotion.

As early as the previous two years, after the incident of Song Fei's kidnapping by Mu Mian was exposed, I saw Song Fei's photos on the news on Friday.

But he was a blind person in his previous life. He didn't know what the young general Nangong looked like. He just heard people say that the young general was born with a beautiful face and a full-bodied appearance.

He visited his son in Kyoto last year. Knowing that he was interested in things from the Luo Dynasty, he took him to a museum.

In that museum, I saw a portrait on Friday and realized that the woman was actually Nangongxian, General Zhenguo of the Luo Dynasty. It was only then found out on Friday that the little general actually looked like this.

He opened the Mo family registration website two months ago and saw a face somewhat similar to that of the little general. He clicked on the face and looked at it, only to realize that this person was actually Song Fei.

At that time, Friday had doubts about the relationship between Song Fei and Nangongxian. But what he didn't expect was that the reincarnation of General Nangongxian was not Song Fei, but Song Ci.

Finally I found the little general Nangong and his majesty. They succeeded in recognizing the hypocrisy of the ancestors of the Mo family and exposing the ugly behavior of the Mo family. The big rock that had been held in Friday's heart for decades finally fell.

Suddenly, there was a double beep on the WeChat phone on Friday.

He opened WeChat and saw Song Ci bubbling in the group.

Song Ci: [Good morning, my colleagues. 】

Those who stayed in this WeChat group were all bigwigs from the Chinese Medical Association and a family of Chinese medicine.

The Mo family has always been the leader of the group, and other medical families must regard the Mo family as their head. Song Ci’s memo name is ‘Young Master Mo’s family’, so as soon as she bubbling, she drew a warm welcome from others.

[Good morning, Young Master Mo, when will the funeral of Family Master Mo be held? I want to buy tickets in advance, now it is difficult to buy high-speed rail tickets. 】

That day, when Mo Xun died, Song Ci notified everyone in the group.

After the death of Patriarch Mo, the leaders of the entire Chinese medicine circle will come to the memorial service.

Elder Long also asked: [Young Master Mo, is the funeral date determined? Yesterday I called the Mo ethnic group, and your people kept saying that the funeral date has not been determined. Did something happen? 】

Song Ci spoke again, this time, she made a long announcement——

[Obituary:

We are heartbroken to inform you that the old Mr. Mo Zhang Kuang, Mr. Mo Suixin, the patriarch, and Ms. Mo Yang, the patriarch’s wife, died last night and last night respectively.

A memorial service is scheduled to be held in Yaoshen Valley three days later. Please be punctual if relatives and friends come to express their condolences. 】

More than a hundred people in the entire group, whether they love the water group or diving, have emerged one after another. Their speech is like copy and paste——

First floor: [! ! ! 】

Second floor: [! ! ! 】

Third floor: [! ! ! 】

After a brief period of shock and loss, the group of friends opened the ticketing software for the first time to buy the tickets to Yaoshen Valley.

After reading the chat messages on Friday, I lit a cigarette and stared at Yaoshengu below in a daze.

The Mo people, who have been infinitely beautiful for more than six hundred years, are finally about to fall.

This day is too late.

Song Ci suddenly accepted a lot of memories, his mind was a little confused, and soon fell asleep again. About an hour after she fell asleep, the man beside her opened the gray-blue eyes.

Han Zhan stared at the ceiling above his head and noticed the dazzling light beside him. He turned his head and looked over, only to find that the setting sun shined through the glass window into the bedroom.

Han Zhan's expression was confused, his memory still remained at the moment he died holding Nangongxian, and he couldn't tell where it was for a while.

He felt that his shoulders were a little heavy, he turned his head and saw Song Ci's peaceful sleeping face, his free and confused consciousness suddenly became clear.

He is Han Zhan!

This is the 21st century, it is no longer the Luo Dynasty!

Han Zhan looked at Song Ci's appearance and carefully compared her with the appearance of Nangongxian in his memory.

It seems that the facial features of the two are indeed somewhat similar, but their temperaments are quite different. Nangongxian looks more heroic, and his eyes are arrogant and unruly when he looks at people.

As for Song Ci, she is a true beauty, with exquisite features. She is also a beautiful woman, but Song Ci has to be more flattering. She looks charming and seductive when looking at people.

Han Zhan secretly held Song Ci's hand, and felt heartbroken when she thought that she had cut her heart for herself six hundred years ago and protected her territory.

It is said that Song Ci has a good vision and a good destiny to marry the richest man Han Zhan. Only Han Zhan knew that being able to marry Song Ci was a blessing that he had cultivated for his three lives.

Song Ci was sleeping deep, but found that his body suddenly became heavy. She opened her eyes and saw a person pressing on her body, and that person was taking off her clothes!

Song Ci: "..."

When you wake up you have to sleep with her, it turns out that you are such an unscrupulous man.

Song Ci didn't push Han Zhan away, she asked Han Zhan, "So anxious?"

Han Zhan held her arms and saw her eyes appear complicated, full of affection and pain. "You are so cruel, how can you torture me like this!"

Han Zhan kissed Song Ci abruptly, fiercely, and wanted to break Song Ci into his stomach. He touched her tongue as if two proud dragons were fighting, and no one would lose to another.

After the clothes faded away, Song Ci felt Han Zhan's unprecedented dominance and excitement, and realized how painful this person was.

During the process, he kept clasping her waist, no matter what the posture, his hand never left his waist.

He has always been like this, whether in this life or in the previous life, he always has a special affection for her waist. He did not dare to loosen her waist, for fear that if it loosened, the person would disappear from his arms.

After hours of indulgence, Han Zhan was extremely hungry.

Song Ci was exhausted and drowsy.

Han Zhan went downstairs to cook, didn't sleep on Friday, and was watching a science fiction movie.

I saw Han Zhan walking downstairs in a crow-blue silk pajamas, stood up subconsciously on Friday, knelt down suddenly, "Participate in your majesty!"

Han Zhan stepped.

He stared at Friday for a long time before he said, "Uncle Zhou, there is only Han Zhan in this world, and Dugujie has long been gone. Call me Han Zhan, or Mr. Han or Xiao Han."

The respect and awe of Dugujie on Friday were carved into the bones. It was difficult for him to be normal when he saw Han Zhan.

Han Zhan understands Friday's mood. No one dared to be disrespectful to the emperor by his subjects born in the age of royal power. Anything that is contemptuous and offensive may cause you to lose your head.

Han Zhan knew that he couldn't persuade him on Friday, so he said, "If someone is here in the future, don't do this." After a pause, he said, "I don't want to be treated as a mental patient."

Nodded quickly on Friday and said, "I understand, Your Majesty."

Han Zhan corrected him again: "It's called Mr. Han."

Friday: "...Mr. Han."

Han Zhan went into the kitchen to cook and followed in on Friday.

He saw Han Zhan picking up the wok and was about to wash it, and hurriedly stepped forward to **** the wok from Han Zhan's hand, and said: "Your Majesty, please rest, I will come to these things! Your Majesty's hand holds the Imperial Pen and the Imperial Sword, why? Can you touch pots and pans?"

Han Zhan: "..."

Fifteen minutes later, I gave a large bowl of fine beef noodles on Friday. It smelled numb and spicy, and I had an appetite when I looked at it.

On Friday, holding the chopsticks with both hands, handed it to Han Zhan: "Your Majesty, please use it."

Han Zhan couldn't stand the practice of his subjects on Friday. He picked up the bowl of noodles and fled upstairs. When Song Ci saw Han Zhan heading back to the room to eat, she was a little surprised, "Why come to the room to eat? It will taste."

Han Zhan said with emotion: "There is a man downstairs who is about to kneel and call your Majesty with his mouth shut. I have a big head."

Song Ci laughed, then got out of bed and walked to Han Zhan's side. She stared at the noodles in front of Han Zhan, and suddenly shouted, "Your Majesty."

Han Zhan trembled, his hand holding chopsticks a little unstable.

He would only feel helpless when others called him his majesty, but Song Ci's majesty heard Han Zhan want to cry. Han Zhan put down his chopsticks, turned his head and said to Song Ci, "You call me your majesty, you want my life."

Song Ci became silent.

"Porcelain treasure."

Han Zhan held Song Ci's hand with his mutilated right hand and hid it in the pocket of his pajamas. He took a chopstick in his left hand, took a bite, and bit several peppers.

Han Zhan frowned and pushed away the bowl of noodles in disgust. "A lot of peppercorns."

Song Ci picked up his chopsticks, carefully picked out all the peppercorns in the bowl of noodles, wrapped them in paper towels and threw them into the trash can.

Han Zhan was only willing to eat that bowl of noodles.

When he ate noodles, Song Ci put his hands on his cheeks and tilted his head to look at him. "You are more handsome than Dugujie."

Han Zhan wouldn't be jealous with his previous life. He said, "I blame my father, the gene is not good." If it weren't for the beautiful appearance of his mother, Dugujie would be even ugly.

In this life, with the excellent genes of Han Mulan and Edward, Han Zhan looks good at random.

Song Ci was amused by Han Zhan's words. When she thought of something, her expression suddenly changed slightly, "Hey, we don't have contraception tonight."

Han Zhan said, "I did it on purpose."

There are tools in his suitcase, but he is useless. He wishes to have more children with Song Ci. Song Ci was almost affected by depression in her first child, and now she gets a big head when she hears of pregnancy.

But when she thought that she didn't even have a child with Han Zhan in her previous life, she wanted to have another child with Han Zhan. She touched her belly and said: "One and a half years after the C-section, you can get pregnant too."

"Well, don't worry, I won't let you do anything."

Speaking of pregnancy, Song Ci thought of his wife. She found her mobile phone and said, "Godmother Rongrong is due to give birth in the past few days. I will ask the teacher to see if the godmother has given birth."

Han Zhan looked at the time of the watch and said to Song Ci: "It's late, Teacher Shen may be asleep."

"No, I understand the teacher's character very well. Godmother Rongrong is about to give birth, and the teacher will definitely not be able to sleep these days." Song Ci sent a WeChat message to Shen Yubei: [Teacher, did you sleep? 】

Shen Yubei: [No. 】

Song Ci pouted Han Zhan, "I said, the teacher must have not slept yet."

Han Zhan hummed and said, "You call and I will eat noodles."

"it is good."

Song Ci took the phone to the small balcony. She leaned on the railing and called Shen Yubei. Shen Yubei answered the phone and said, "Is the expected date of delivery in time? Will it be earlier?"

Song Ci laughed, "Teacher, have you been unable to sleep well these days?"

Shen Yubei nodded, "Where can I sleep? Whenever I think that your godmother is about to give birth, my heart will go up and down."

When answering the phone, Shen Yubei was sitting in the baby room, and he said: "I'm packing my luggage. I've been organizing things intermittently these days. I'm afraid that your teacher will be too rushed and may leave things."

Song Ci gave the names of all the things he used in production. As she read, Shen Yubei sorted out the list.

Finally, he found that there was no shortage of what he needed, and he also prepared some additional things, so Shen Yubei was relieved. "Everything is ready."

"Teacher, don't be too nervous."

"Why am I not nervous!" Shen Yubei's heart was pulled up, and he said: "Your maternal wife is an elderly woman, and the doctor does not advise her to give birth. When I think that your maternal wife is in good health, she will suffer a knife. Panic."

Song Ci was fed a handful of dog food, sweet and simple.

She chatted with Shen Yubei about the confinement of parturient women. While they were chatting, Shen Yubei suddenly heard Di Rongrong shouting in the next room: "Beibei! Beibei!"

Shen Yubei's heart trembled, "Your wife is calling me!"

Shen Yubei quickly stood up, opened the door and walked out. He opened the door of the master bedroom, walked in, and saw Di Rongrong standing up with her bed.

Holding her pregnant belly, she said nervously, "My amniotic fluid has broken!" Di Rongrong woke up from contractions and found that the amniotic fluid had broken. She didn't know how long the contractions had been!

boom!

Shen Yubei's brain is exploded!

"Song Ci, your sister's amniotic fluid broke!"

With Shen Yubei's voice, Han Zhan, who was eating noodles in the room, heard it.

When Han Zhan heard this, he hurriedly put down his chopsticks and walked to the balcony, holding Song Ci by the waist, "Is going to give birth?"

"I'm afraid I will give birth."

Through the phone, Song Ci told Shen Yubei what to do next, so that he would not panic.

Listening to Song Ci's command, Shen Yubei delivered the things he needed to the car, and then went back to the room and went downstairs with Di Rongrong. Regardless of Shen Yubei's long hair, he looks like a literary and artistic master, but he is not weak.

Holding Di Rongrong, there was wind under her feet, and she walked fast.

He put Di Rongrong in the co-pilot and heard Di Rongrong say: "Bei Bei, I think..." Di Rongrong's expression was a little flustered, and she said, "I think it's too late to go to the hospital."

Shen Yubei was stunned.

"What?" Don't you all say, the pregnant woman has several hours from the onset to the delivery?

Di Rongrong gave birth to a daughter. She has experience in childbirth. She realized that the frequency of her contractions was too intensive, the pain was too fast, and the mouth of the palace might have been opened.

Di Rongrong felt that the child was about to be born, and it would take half an hour to get to the hospital from here. Di Rongrong promptly said: "Beibei, we are born at home!"

Shen Yubei: "!"

Song Ci was also shocked by Di Rongrong's decision. But she quickly calmed down and said to Shen Yubei: "Teacher, listen to godmother, just be born at home!" It's not that the child is really about to give birth, and godmother Rongrong will not make such a decision.

Shen Yubei took Di Rongrong back to the room again, put a pillow behind her, and let her lean against. As soon as Di Rongrong lay down, Shen Yubei heard Di Rongrong say: "I feel the child has come out."

Di Rongrong turned pale with pain.

Shen Yubei didn't believe it at first, but when he looked down, he really saw the child's hair!

Shen Yubei's legs are weak, he is a little desperate, how should he deliver the baby?

Di Rongrong gritted her teeth in pain, and worked hard to give birth. There was a mess in Shen Yubei's head, and he could only ask Song Ci for help, "Song Ci, I saw the child's head, what should I do next?"

"Teacher calm down, don't mess around! Next, you do as I said." Song Ci began to teach Shen Yubei to pick up the production over the phone, and then asked Han Zhan to call Shen Yubei's housekeeper and notify the housekeeper Prepare hot water scissors and children's clothes.

Five minutes later, a cry of a baby sounded in Shen Yubei's villa.

Hearing the child's crying, Shen Yubei was stunned, while Song Ci and Han Zhan smiled relievedly.

Outside the door, the butler had already prepared hot water and scissors. He knocked on the door and asked Shen Yubei: "Sir, can I come in?"

Shen Yubei hurriedly covered Di Rongrong with a quilt, and then said, "Come in."

The housekeeper brought the things in, and Shen Yubei placed the child on the bed in front of him. He picked up the scissors, but he dared not cut the umbilical cord.

Di Rongrong ate two bowls of rice and drank a bowl of soup tonight, and she was in good spirits. Leaning on the pillow, she noticed that Shen Yubei was hesitating, and told Shen Yubei in a weak voice: "Cut it off, I don't hurt, and the child won't hurt."

Shen Yubei frowned, pinched the baby girl's umbilical cord, and cut the umbilical cord with her teeth. The old housekeeper dressed the child while Shen Yubei helped Di Rongrong give birth to the placenta.

After doing all this, the ambulance just screamed.

Shen Yubei breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the butler on the side said in surprise: "Sir, look at it, the little baby has five fingers on his hand!"

Hearing that, Di Rongrong and Shen Yubei were happy at the same time.

Shen Yubei hurried to the crib, took the little baby girl's hand and looked at it carefully. Her hand does have five fingers, but the middle finger, ring finger and little finger are tightly pressed against the palm, which looks like a developmental deformity.

Shen Yubei tried to separate the child's fingers from the palm, but failed. He frowned and said to Di Rongrong, "Rongrong, the child has five fingers, but the other three fingers have grown together with the palm."

Di Rongrong in turn comforted Shen Yubei: "Maybe the separation technique can heal her hand."

"must be able to!"

The steward brought the doctors and nurses into the house, and Shen Yubei and them sent the mother and daughter of Di Rongrong to the Women's and Children's Hospital. On the way, Shen Yubei squatted on the side of the ambulance bed. He held Di Rongrong's hand and kissed him, "Thanks for your hard work, Rongrong."

Di Rongrong shook her head. She said, "Give me something to drink."

Shen Yubei used a straw to feed Di Rongrong and drank some warm water, only then heard Di Rongrong say: "Beibei, you must protect our baby."

The death of the first daughter gave Di Rongrong a heavy blow, and she will definitely protect this little baby!

Shen Yubei nodded, "That is natural, I will definitely protect your mother and daughter."

"I'm calling Lorraine and Mo Yao now."

Shen Yubei picked up Di Rongrong's cell phone and began to call his family and friends one by one. After the phone call, I shared the good news of Xideqin in WeChat Moments.

Song Ci brushed into the teacher's new circle of friends. She zoomed in on the photo, staring at the wrinkled little girl in the picture, and suddenly said, "I think about Miao Miao and Jun Jun."

Han Zhan took a bite on her neck and said, "We'll go back after another three days."

"Ok."

In the afternoon of the next day, colleagues successively rushed to Medicine God Valley to attend the funeral of the three of Mo Suixin. The night before the official memorial service, all the bigwigs in the WeChat group rushed to Medicine Valley.

Mo Fengying has taken over the Mo family. She is sitting in the position of the head of the Mo family, looking at these big Chinese medicine experts from afar. I was ashamed to think that the Mo family had maintained a glorious history for more than six hundred years and would be ruined tomorrow.

But Mo Suiyun noticed one thing. He brought a cup of honey grapefruit tea for Mo Fengying and said to her: "I haven't heard the lady cough in these two days."

Mo Fengying was taken aback for a moment, "Really?"

She thought about it carefully and found out that she hadn't coughed in the past two days, and her body didn't have the feeling that she could not win the breath after a little exhaustion.

Mo Fengying was uncertain, and she murmured: "Could it be that the curse was eliminated after the true face of the Mo family was revealed?"

Mo Fengying couldn't figure it out, so she didn't think deeply.

In the early morning of the third day, three coffins were placed side by side on the square in front of Shensi Building. From left to right, the old Patriarch Mo arrogant, Patriarch Mo Xunxin, and Patriarch’s wife Mo Yang.

Three black coffins are placed in front of Shensi Building, which is very permeating. Some people noticed that the icon of the ancestor of the Mo family in the Shensi building was missing, and they all found it strange.

"Zhan Zhan, why is the icon of the ancestor Mo gone?" Elder Long stood with Han Zhan, both wearing black clothes. He knew that Han Zhan had been recovering in the valley during this period, and he must know what happened in the valley.

With a mysterious smile on his face, Han Zhan said, "Grandpa Long, you'll find out later."

Mr. Long's eyes were so harsh, he couldn't help but wonder what Han Zhan was plotting at a glance.

Everyone gathered together, whispering, secretly speculating about the cause of death of the three.

At eight o'clock, Mo Fengying stepped onto the high platform.

She stood alone on the high platform without the microphone, and said, "Welcome to seniors and colleagues to take the time to mourn my grandfather, father and mother."

"The Mo family has a history of 672 years since its development. It is recognized as a great family of Chinese medicine. The Mo family in Sichuan and Shu, the sacred hand of the country! Once, I have always felt honored to be a member of the Mo family. But it happened in recent days. Some things made me ashamed..."

Upon hearing this, a group of big men looked at each other.

What happened to this Mo clan?

Mo Fengying couldn't bear to continue speaking, she was terrified when she thought that the glory of the Mo family was about to end in her hands.

Behind the crowd, Song Fei shook her phone at her.

Mo Fengying saw Song Fei's movements, her face pale.

Song Fei found her last night and told her that everything that happened in the Mo family during this period was recorded by her with monitoring equipment.

Song Fei threatened Mo Fengying to take the initiative to confess the crimes of Mo Family and Mo Liansheng at today's condolences!

If Mo Fengying does not cooperate and does not take the initiative to plead guilty, then Song Fei will edit those things that happened a few days ago and post them on the Internet, so that the scandals of the Mo family will be exposed to people all over the world!

Shame in front of colleagues is better than shame in front of the world.

Mo Fengying pinched her thigh fiercely, felt the pain, and became sensible, and then she continued: "Today, I want to confess to my colleagues that the Mo family has hidden crimes for more than six hundred years! I want to be right. Those innocent people who were mutilated by the Mo family, repent!"

"What is Miss Mo talking about?"

"What crime did the Mo family commit?"

The big guys in the audience are all confused.

Hearing the uproar from the audience, Mo Fengying was about to cry, but she was also a sinner, and she must confess the crimes committed by herself and her family.

Mo Fengying said with a trembling voice: "Six hundred years ago, the ancestor Mo Liansheng was able to save Emperor Taiping because he created the unique Fengchun pills in the world! Externally, the ancestors preached that Fengchun pills were used. It was made from the heart of a strange beast. In fact..."

"In fact, the so-called strange beasts are actually humans!"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned!

"Fengchun pills are made with human heart?" When the old man long thought that he still had a Fengchun pills in his home, his face was as white wax. "Miss Mo, are you really lying to us?"

The others also stared at Mo Fengying in surprise, waiting for her to explain clearly.

Being stared at by colleagues present, Mo Fengying blushed with shame, and she shed tears on the spot. She wiped her tears, choked up and said about the scandals that Mo Liansheng had done back then.

The whole square was silent, and only the voice of Mo Fengying's repentance was heard.

"Every Fengchun pill of our Mo family is made with the heart of an innocent medicine person. And those medicines with miraculous effects are also mixed with the medicine person's blood and flesh. This is why other people have clearly participated in it. With the Mo prescription, it is still not worthy of the same effect."

Those who were sitting there were big men and masters in the field of Chinese medicine. Even if they hadn't reached the highest level of medical skills, they all had the kindness of doctors.

Once, they all regarded the Mo family as a pyramid. When they were young, they all took pride in being able to study in the Mo family! But today after hearing the ugly truth, I only feel that this Mo family is really disgusting!

How is this a group of doctors, this is simply a group of evil spirits!

Mo Fengying saw the anger and condemnation on everyone's faces, and she was too scared to speak. It was the first time that Mo Fengying had encountered this situation when she grew up. She couldn't speak well.

At this time, Han Zhan stepped onto the high platform. He said: "Hello everyone, I am Han Zhan, the boss of Zeus International."

There are quite a few people who know Han Zhan.

Seeing Han Zhan's speech on stage, the noisy square suddenly became quiet.

After Han Zhan waited for no one to make a noise, he said: "A few days ago, a core disciple of the Mo ethnic group secretly released the last medicine man in the world. We will call her the medicine mother-in-law for the time being."

"The escape of the mother-in-law Yao made me and the people of the Mo ethnic group discover the existence of the medicine man. Through the dictation of the mother-in-law Yao, we learned the secret of Fengchun Wan, and we learned that the Mo family has been in order to obtain More medicine people have committed the crime of genocide against the Nangong family!"

"Through the family diary of a doctor surnamed Zhou, we discovered that during the Luo dynasty, the Fengchun pills that Mo family ancestor Mo Liansheng took to save the Taiping Emperor were made by the heart of the medicine person. A victim of medicine is the most famous female general in history..."

"...Nangongxian!"

"Six centuries have passed, and General Nangongxian finally looks forward to the day of redress, and the souls of countless mutilated medicine people can finally be laid."

Han Zhan glanced over the three coffins in front of him, and said blankly: "Seeing that Mo family's crimes have been announced, Mo arrogant, who is deeply aware of the endless sins, committed suicide with the family owner and his wife on the spot! People will also be taken to serve in jail in the first prison."

As we all know, the first prison is a purgatory on earth, and all the criminals held in it are extremely sinister. Every criminal who goes in can't even think of coming out.

As soon as Han Zhan's voice fell, he saw a man in a black suit walking onto the platform on Friday. Many people who often watch the newscast recognize the young man behind Friday.

That man turned out to be the youngest presidential candidate, Zhou Baoguo!

Seeing this Mr. Zhou, everyone was surprised.

Why does he come here?

Zhou Baoguo, thirty-eight years old this year, is Friday's adopted son. He was eight years old the year he was taken home for adoption on Friday. On Friday, I felt as happy as today in Taiping. I named my adopted son Zhou Baoguo. I hope he can serve the country!

At the time of the presidential election, Mo's affairs will add a beautiful stroke to Zhou Baoguo's resume. It seems that this week Baoguo is very likely to be the next president!

Han Zhan only heard Friday that his son had some power in Kyoto and could handle this matter well, so he handed it to Friday's son to punish the Mo elders.

But he never expected that the son who spoke of "somewhat influential" in Kyoto on Friday would turn out to be Zhou Baoguo!

Weekly report!

That's the smiling tiger weekly serving the country!

When Grandpa was still alive, he always started Zhou Baoguo with Han Zhan, and whenever he was mentioned, Grandpa was amazed and satisfied.

Can there be few brushes for people who can be recognized and expected outside?

On Friday, I took my son and met with Han Zhan. After two young people of the same grade shook hands and talked a few words, Zhou Baoguo took some people to Xishan, pulled the elders out of Xishan, and brought them back to Kyoto. .

It took a long time for him to meet with his son on Friday. He explained the situation to Han Zhan and ran away with his son.

And a group of people who came to participate in the condolence activities, after learning the true face of the Mo family, didn't want to stay in the Medicine King Valley for a moment, and left early, not even participating in the funeral ceremony.

Mo Fengying saw that the elders were taken away, so she didn't dare to say anything. She just asked Han Zhan worriedly: "Elders, will you die?"

Han Zhan stared at Mo Fengying sternly, and he asked: "You are worried that the elders will die, who is going to worry about the Nangong clan being annihilated?"

Mo Fengying bit her lip, dare not say any more.

At noon, Han Zhan also took Song Ci and Song Fei and left Yaowanggu by helicopter. Han Zhan sat in the helicopter, looking at Xishan.

Once the cave was built into a cage, but the five or six feet wide opening at the top of the cave was still there, and it was covered with lush trees.

Staring at the big mouth, Han Zhan suddenly held Song Ci's hand.

Seeing that he was tight and emotionally a little bit wrong, Song Ci covered his eyes with his hand and said domineeringly beside his ear: "Don't look at Yunyan in the past. Look at me. I look beautiful and beautiful. It makes me feel good when I see it. ."

Han Zhan's painful heart became happy.

She said this in the same tone as Nangongxian laughed at Qingluoyan downstairs and asked him whether he wanted to be in love with her for life, or if he wanted to have a romantic relationship with her.

There are some things that cannot be lost in time.

For example, her character, her smile, her arrogance and deep sentiment.