Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Han Zhan walked out of the conference room, bypassed the winding aisle, and returned to his office area.

He opened the office door and walked in, and saw Song Ci playing darts.

Han Zhan walked over quietly, hugged Song Ci's body from behind, and pressed his palm against her abdomen. "When did you come? Don't call me in advance."

"Brother Long said you were in a meeting, so I didn't bother you." Song Ci threw the dart out, turned around, raised his head and said to Han Zhan, "I am going to Belgium tomorrow afternoon. I miss you. Come and accompany you. you."

Han Zhan frowned slightly, looking embarrassed. He said: "Today is a bimonthly international summary meeting, and it cannot go on." He also wanted to accompany Song Ci very much, but the schedules of the persons in charge of each district were very tight and could not be changed randomly.

Song Ci said understandingly: "It doesn't matter, we will talk after you finish the meeting."

"Okay." Han Zhan felt that Song Ci had come, and it was too bad for her to leave her alone in the office.

After thinking about it, Han Zhan said, "Why don't you go to my meeting room to play?"

"Huh?" Song Ci asked him, "What are you playing? See how handsome you are in meetings?"

Han Zhan: "You can play with your warmth while admiring my appearance at work."

"Beautiful to you!"

Song Ci shook the goosebumps on her body and urged Han Zhan to go to work, "Go to work and buy me a bag."

"No hurry." Han Zhan took Song Ci to sit on the sofa, and he let Song Ci sit on his lap.

Han Zhan hugged Song Ci's belly with a pair of long arms, showing a tired face on his face, and sighed, "I'm a little tired."

Song Ci raised his eyebrows, "Then rest?"

Han Zhan shook his head: "No, I need you to give me a breath of immortality."

Song Ci immediately understood Han Zhan's meaning, she held Han Zhan's cheeks, put her lips together, and kissed him. "Is it all right?"

Han Zhan shook his head, "Not enough."

He pressed the back of Song Ci's head and tasted softness.

The kiss was very deep and it took a long time. Han Zhan smashed the city all the way, and Song Ci almost suffocated under his offensive.

She pushed Han Zhan away cruelly, leaned her chin on Han Zhan's shoulder, and said breathlessly, "No way, half life is gone."

Han Zhan thought it was funny, "Is that just the ability?"

Song Ci glared at him and moved her body maliciously. It was Han Zhan's turn to tighten.

"Don't move." His voice became eager.

Song Ci then stood up from his lap.

She smiled and said, "The toilet is over there. Would you like to go there?"

Han Zhan didn't speak, but stared straight at Song Ci's hands.

Song Ci: "..."

Feeling bad, she raised her crooked eyebrows, "What are your eyes?"

Han Zhan gave a strong hint: "Your hands are so beautiful, in addition to touching the violin, you can also touch something else..." He grabbed Song Ci's hand, pulled her back, and played with her one by one. Holding her finger.

Such a beautiful hand, thin and soft, must be very comfortable.

Song Ci sounded familiar with these words. She asked Han Zhan, "Have you ever said this to me?"

"Is there?" Han Zhan himself felt that this was a bit familiar, but he didn't remember when he said it.

He raised his head and saw a sly light flashing in Song Ci's eyes. Realizing that Song Ci was diverting his attention, Han Zhan patted her on the waist, "Don't change the subject."

Seeing that the method didn't work, Song Ci thought of other ways to avoid it.

She glanced at the door of the office and asked, "If the door is not locked, will someone break in suddenly?"

The next moment, Han Zhan said, "Close the door lock." Then Song Ci saw a red light flashing on the office door, and then a smart female voice said, "Mr. Han, the door lock is closed."

Song Ci thought she was in a science fiction movie. She raised her eyebrows and asked Han Zhan, "High-tech? What is this?"

"The intellectual brain that Jiang Zhen gave is quite an expensive thing. It hasn't been listed yet, and it should not be cheap after it is listed."

Zeus International and F International are currently cooperating closely. Jiang Zhen not only wanted to strengthen cooperation with Zeus International, but also wanted to please Han Zhan, a little cousin, so he gave Han Zhan a copy of his company’s yet-to-be-listed intellectual brain.

"No wonder."

Han Zhan urged Song Ci: "Hurry up."

Song Ci looked back and glanced at the French window behind her. She said, "I think it's fine for today. If someone is standing on the other side of the river and looking through a binoculars, won't we just look at it?"

Song Ci approached him and deliberately teased Han Zhan: "You don't want to see the boss of Zeus International and his wife on Weibo hot search for this, right."

Song Ci was about to get up when he heard Han Zhan say again: "Turn on the hidden mode."

In a few seconds, the light in the room dimmed. Song Ci turned his head in surprise and found that the French windows were blocked by a layer of black curtain.

Na Zhi brain ran out again to brush up on the sense of existence, "Mr. Han, the hidden mode has been turned on."

Han Zhan gave Song Ci a successful smile. He pressed Song Ci's hand and hinted: "There is no more worries now."

Song Ci: I made a mistake.

...

In the Northern Warfare, he smoked and drank coffee in the recreation area. After playing for 40 minutes, he received a text message from Han Zhan asking him to go to a meeting.

He stared at this text message, and he was very curious in his heart. What has Mr. Han been doing these forty minutes?

Beizhan carried a cup of coffee and returned to the meeting room with Li Li, only to find a beautiful woman sitting on the chair at the bottom of the meeting room.

"Yo, Song Meiren?" Bei Zhan stood behind her seat and asked Song Ci, "Song Meiren came to supervise the work?"

Li Li didn't speak, but nodded to Song Ci, then pulled the chair away and sat down.

Song Ci was doing mischief with Han Zhan in the office just now, but after washing her hands, her hands were still a little cold.

She stared at her fingertips, blushed, and whispered: "Don't supervise the work, stay with her husband."

Han Zhan was pleased by this husband. He raised his head and glanced at Song Ci, with a smile flashing in his eyes.

"You abuse me!" The same married man, why would he eat other people's dog food?

Han Zhan: "Can you learn from Lili and be quiet?"

The Beizhan looked at Song Ci, then Han Zhan, and then he sat down indignantly.

Song Ci looked towards Li Li. Li Li was affected by the divorce. She was afraid that she did not have a good rest last night, and dark circles under her eyes were very heavy.

He sat there quietly, motionless, if it were not for the occasional blinking of his eyes, Song Ci would think he was a mummy.

The meeting room was quiet, and Han Zhan said to Cindy, "You can connect."

"Ok."

Cindy began to connect with the district leaders.

The meeting lasted more than an hour before it ended.

After the end, Han Zhan returned to the office and processed the two urgent documents first, and then put the remaining documents into the briefcase.

He took Song Ci to get off work. When passing by the secretary's office, Han Zhan stopped and said to the secretary in charge of his itinerary: "Tomorrow I will rest. If you have important matters, you can contact Beijing General Manager or General Manager Li."

"Good Mr. Han."

When he arrived in the underground garage, Han Zhan asked Song Ci: "What do you want to eat?"

Song Ci said: "I want to go back to our little room to stay for one night, let's cook and eat ourselves."

Xiaofang refers to the duplex building where Han Zhan and Song Ci first lived. "Okay. Then I let Long Yu go and pick up the children?"

"No, I have to go back tomorrow morning to pack and go back tomorrow morning to accompany them to lunch before flying to Belgium."

"it is good."

The two drove to the supermarket just like when they got married, bought the ingredients and went home to cook for themselves.

They haven't returned to this house for a long time, and the security guard has changed people at some point.

What Han Zhan drove today was not the previous Volvo, but the Aoyu 2 independently developed by his company, which has not been registered in the community.

When they arrived at the gate of the community, the access bar stopped Han Zhan and the others. The security guard walked over and saw two strange faces, and subconsciously asked: "Hello, are you coming relatives? You need to call your relatives to let them go."

Han Zhan and Song Ci looked at each other and then laughed at the same time.

The security guard felt baffled and looked at Han Zhan and Song Ci as if they were neurotic.

What's so funny about this.

Han Zhan took out his ID card, handed it to the security guard, and said, "I am the owner and rarely come back. This car is not registered either."

The security guard took the ID card with both hands and checked it. After confirming that it was correct, they helped Han Zhan register his car and let them go.

The house is always cleaned, and you can live anytime.

Han Zhan carried the suitcase in his left hand, with supermarket shopping bags on it. Song Ci carried the piano case on his right shoulder, holding Han Zhan's right hand with his left hand, and entered the house with him.

After entering the house, changing his shoes, Han Zhan went to the kitchen to cook. Song Ci wanted to help him, but was driven out by Han Zhan, "Don't help, don't fall."

Since Su Beibei fell in the kitchen, Han Zhan has also learned that Song Ci was easily prevented from entering the kitchen.

Han Zhan is making beer duck and can't eat dinner for a while.

After Song Ci ate a few cherry tomatoes, he opened the piano case and stood in front of the French window and played a song. When Han Zhan heard the familiar tone, he walked out of the kitchen with a kitchen knife and looked at her quietly.

When Song Ci finished playing a piece, Han Zhan said, "I know this piece."

Song Ci turned around with the piano, staring at the knife in his hand. She looked away and asked Han Zhan, "What is it called?"

"Zhan." Han Zhan accurately said the name of this piece. He clearly remembered that this piece was improvised by Song Ci at the Opera House during his honeymoon in Sydney, inspired by her love for him. .

Although Han Zhan is sound obsessed, he still remembers the tune of this tune and can hum it perfectly. Of course, he thought he was humming very nicely, but he was still out of tune.

Song Ci nodded, "That's right."

Thinking that Han Zhan would only sing the national anthem and the song "Like You", Song Ci suggested: "I will play, and you will sing "Like You", okay?"

Han Zhan nodded, "Okay, you pull the tune, I will cut the meat."

Song Ci: "..."

The romantic atmosphere was ruined by Han Zhan's words.

Song Ci walked to the dining room and fixed the violin between her shoulders and chin. She stared at Han Zhan for a while, then lifted the strings and played "Like You".

When Song porcelain played the violin, the entire popularity scene changed.

When playing the piano, she is the queen of music.

Han Zhan heard the sound of the piano, hummed twice to the tone, and then sang in a low voice. "Whoever pats my shoulder when I need it most, who is willing to share with me when I am happiest, the days are so long, I'm by your side..."

After the playing, Song Ci put down the violin and prepared to watch TV. At this time, she heard Han Zhan in the kitchen humming the national anthem.

Song Ci stopped again, held the bow, and continued to accompany him.

Han Zhan sang two songs and felt that his soul was sublimated, and he felt that he could make his debut in concert anytime.

He poured the blanched duck meat into the pot, and kept stir-frying, humming the changed tune while frying. How handsome the cooking movements are, and the humming songs are just as ugly.

Song Ci stood in the living room holding the violin, watching him with interest.

When Han Zhan is cooking, he habitually rolls up the sleeves of a long-sleeved shirt, revealing two strong forearms. Sitting in the office all the year round, his muscular body is covered by the suit, which makes his skin pale.

Although white, but not a mother, the thin muscles are full of power.

Han Zhan's tall legs are long, his waist is narrow and shoulders are wide. He wears a shirt and suit trousers, and his figure is perfectly lined, even his **** is curled.

Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's **** for a long time, and said with emotion: "Old man, butt."

Duck meat rustled in the pot, and oil was splashing. Han Zhan didn't hear what Song Ci was saying. He asked without looking up, "What are you muttering?"

Song Ci said without changing his face: "I praise you for your good figure, wide shoulders, waist, and long legs. You are handsome and sweet."

Han Zhan repeated these words silently in his heart, then looked up at her and praised: "It's pretty rhyming."

"You think rhyme is good."