Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

The female president is busy with work and needs to work and socialize every day. Before the evening break, she has to listen to international news and manage her skin.

Han Jun, who had been working all day, was quite tired. She was lying on the nursing bed, covered with only a pure white bath towel.

The slender beauty master washes his hands and is rubbing Han Jun's tired body with those delicate hands. The beautician’s fingers were very soft, but his hands were very vigorous. Under her massage, Han Jun gradually relaxed. This relaxation and exhaustion spread overwhelmingly.

Gradually, the voice of the broadcaster in the news began to blur.

Just when Han Jun was about to fall asleep, the mobile phone on the small table rang. It was Han Jun's personal mobile phone. No matter how busy or late, as long as the phone rings, Han Jun will answer it as soon as possible.

When Han Jun heard the ringtone, he opened his eyes, and his eyes were wise and sharp.

When the beautician saw it, he hurriedly stopped the action in his hand, respectfully picked up the phone, and handed it to Han Jun. Han Jun glanced at each other sideways, and then stretched out his slender index finger and middle finger, and pinched the phone like a cigarette.

Seeing the name of ‘Brother’, Han Jun quickly switched on his cell phone, "Brother."

The beautician saw the sharpness and indifference in Han Jun's eyes instantly turned into gentleness. After guessing the identity of the other party, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Han Jun is her top VIP customer service. She can feed the entire beauty salon alone. Similarly, Han Jun is also her most difficult customer. Every time when serving Han Jun, the beautician had to play up the spirit for fear of offending the customer.

Precisely because he is so good at observing words and colors, the beautician knows that this difficult master will only show the tenderness and sweetness of ordinary women only when facing her fiance.

Han Jun's cold voice sounded in the spacious and quiet lounge. "Come to look east? I'm at home, of course in my house alone, do you want to come over?"

"Well, wait for you to come."

After Han Jun took over the company, he moved out. His solitary residence is very close to the Yulong Building. It only takes 15 minutes to drive, which is much closer than the Yulong Mountain. Han Miao still lives at home, but most of the time she lives with Li Ao in a half-mountain villa, but as long as she comes back to look at Dongcheng after school, she always stays here with Han Jun for a few years without stress.

After Han Jun hung up the phone, he said to the beautician, "Go on."

"Okay, President Han."

The beautician took out the mud mask, applied the mask to Han Jun, and then continued to massage the abdomen and chest. Within a moment, the sound of rolling cars came from downstairs, and soon the sound of cars stopped again.

The beautician raised his ears and vaguely heard the movement of the car door opening and closing. The beautician took a peek at the woman under her eyes and noticed that Han Jun's ears were also moving. She retracted her eyes and continued to do Han Jun's leg care.

Soon there was a steady footstep approaching from outside. Immediately afterwards, the man pushed open the door of the lounge without saying hello.

The beautician did not dare to turn her head, only heard a charming male voice sounded behind her, and someone said: "Mr. Han, are you sure you want to greet me in such a grand way?"

After Han Jun took over Zeus International, Han Jun succeeded in being promoted from ‘Kids’ to ‘Little Han President’ in Xu Qian’s place.

Xiao Han always asked the beautician: "How long will it take?"

This is to drive her away.

"I'll be ready soon." The beautician cleaned Han Jun's face, put on skin care products, and then tidied up everything neatly. After saying that I will see you tomorrow, he took the equipment and left. During the whole process, Xu Qian did not leave, and kept sitting on the sofa beside him.

Han Jun opened her eyes and saw the white Tang suit on Xu Qian's body and the shabby rag shoes on the soles of her feet. She frowned and said, "Ugly."

Xu Qian stood up immediately and peeled off the Tang suit jacket in front of Han Jun, revealing the hardcover upper body. He asked Han Jun: "Which dress do you like me to wear?"

Han Jun got up and tied the towel.

She sat on the edge of the bed, shaking her long legs on the edge of the bed, and said to Xu Qian: "On the hanger under the third row from the left in the cloakroom is a light blue casual shirt and a black suit on the trouser rack. Pick your own pants and shoes."

"Great."

Xu Qian went to the locker room in a familiar way, and found exactly what Han Jun said to be in the third row to change clothes. As soon as he buttoned his trousers, he heard a kick of slippers.

It was Han Jun who came in.

Han Jun walked into the dressing room and went directly to the women's clothing area.

Xu Qian stood at the door of the dressing room and waited for a while. He heard the footsteps of high heels. He looked up at the door of the dressing room and saw Han Jun standing there wearing a dark purple halter neck and waist dress.

The skirt is very long, almost reaching the floor, and a straight, slender leg is exposed inside the skirt with high slits. Her skin was snow-white, and her fair-skinned body was wrapped in deep purple cloth, and her beauty shocked people's eyes.

Xu Qian forced himself to move his eyes away and walked towards the living room downstairs. Han Jun also followed him.

Walking down the stairs, Hong Kong walked a few steps, Xu Qian heard Han Jun say: "Brother, my heels are too high."

Xu Qian stopped, turned around, and looked at the curvaceous and glamorous woman standing on the landing. He resignedly turned and walked to Han Jun's side, bent down to put Han Jun in his arms, and hugged her down the stairs.

As he walked, he asked, "What do you do with such high-heeled shoes at home?"

Han Jun put his arms around his neck, and said frankly, "Of course it's for you to see."

Xu Qian placed her on the clean spotless floor of the living room. He stretched out a nice index finger, nodded Han Jun’s forehead, and smiled: “In my eyes, you look good in any way you wear. Don’t suffer next time. This sin."

"That won't work."

Han Jun will grab Xu Qian’s wrists, put his hands on his waist, and take the initiative to get close to Xu Qian. He exasperated in Xu Qian’s ear and said, “You haven’t seen me for a month. How can I keep you if I don’t dress up better?"

Han Jun in his arms is no longer a kid, but his fiancee. Father Xu Yan had passed away in the summer of the previous year. Before his death, Xu Yan and his wife took their son and the bride price to the Han's house in person, and negotiated with Han Zhan about the marriage of the two children.

Their wedding date has been set, and just a week later, Xu Qian came to see Dongcheng this time to take Han Jun to get the certificate.

Xu Qian tightened his arms, bowed his head and kissed Han Jun's cheek before pushing Han Jun away, and said, "I haven't eaten for a day."

"What are you up to?" As he said, Han Jun walked to the kitchen. She took out a lot of food from the refrigerator in the kitchen, which was prepared by the Han family's chef, and only needed to be heated to eat.

Seeing that Han Jun was dressed as grand and beautiful as he was attending a party, Xu Qian couldn't understand that she was standing busy in front of the stove, so he drove Han Jun out of the kitchen and cooked his own dishes.

Warm up the dishes, and the two talked while eating.

Xu Qian told Han Jun about the evil spirits planting a six-star formation in Wangdong City. After hearing this, Han Jun also showed a worried expression.

That evil spirit was sealed in Xu Qian’s eyes by her own hand. For Qu Jinghong in his heyday, the evil spirit was not to be feared at all, but at that time Qu Jinghong was suffering from old illnesses, and his body was already broken. , And then the evil spirit took advantage of it.

At that time, Yan Qingqiu's cultivation base was not very strong. In order to seal the evil spirits, Yan Qingqiu was desperate. Later, Yan Qingqiu became stronger and became the first person to cultivate in Aosheng Continent, and when he could no longer find an opponent, the evil spirit had already reincarnated with Xu Qian's soul and went to Earth Star.

Now that Xu Qian has been reincarnated thirteen times, the ability that belongs to Qu Jinghong in his body is getting weaker and weaker. He is not an opponent at all against the recovered evil spirit.

unless...

Unless she does it herself!

Han Jun's current soul has not yet been integrated, and her soul fragments are collected by Yan Qingxiu and placed in the soul container. If she can fuse the soul, she will definitely be able to restore the magic power of her heyday!

Although bound by the laws of the protection of world civilization, her mana will not be too strong, but to deal with an evil spirit, it should be more than enough.

Xu Qian was very hungry and concentrated on eating. Han Jun stared at Xu Qian's handsome appearance, his heart ached suddenly. This is Xu Qian's thirteenth life. If he cannot be brought back to Aosheng Continent in this life, then he will completely disappear from this world.

That was a result that Han Jun could not accept!

Han Jun suddenly put down his chopsticks and said to Xu Qian, "I will rest tomorrow morning."

Hearing this, Xu Qian's face showed a smile. He wiped his mouth, pressed the bottom of the goblet with his fingertips and pushed it on the table. He licked his lips and was about to say something when he suddenly heard Han Jun say: "Tomorrow morning, let’s go Get the marriage certificate."

A look of astonishment appeared on Xu Qian's face.

Han Jun saw it and raised his eyebrows and asked, "What? You don't want to?"

Xu Qian shook his head and laughed. He pressed his forehead and sighed, "It's a coincidence, this is what I just wanted to say."

Hearing that, Han Jun's eyes had a little smile.

Han Jun said he was serious about going to get the certificate. After eating, she called Song Ci the first time and asked Song Ci to send her the household registration book tomorrow morning. She would go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to obtain a marriage certificate with Xu Qian.

Song Ci was happy and melancholy when he heard about this.

The next day, Song Ci personally came to the door with his household registration book and a pink dress. When she arrived, Xu Qian was already awake and was making breakfast, and Han Jun was practicing shooting in the basement downstairs.

Song Ci went to the basement and snatched the gun from Han Jun. She said, "What kind of gun did you have to get the license today! Walk around and go back to the house with your mother to change clothes. Getting the license is the most important day in your life. Dress festively."

"You and Xu Qian will have to take ID photos later. This ID photo will have to accompany you all your life, and your children and grandchildren will be able to see it. You dress up nicely and look beautiful."

Han Jun was pulled into the elevator by Song Ci. After listening to Song Ci's words, Han Jun complained silently. She said, "Mom, the photo of your marriage certificate with your father seems to be P."

Song Ci: "..."

Song Ci glared at Han Jun amorously, and then said: "I had a neck injury at that time. It was not good to take pictures with a collar. I can only take photos."

Han Jun seemed to smile.

When Song Ci saw it, her expression became serious. She asked Han Jun, "Are you laughing at me?"

Han Jun immediately tightened his lips and shook his head, "No, I dare not, and I won't."

Song Ci looked at her suspiciously.

But soon, Song Ci was happy again, and she asked Han Jun to put on a new dress. Han Jun put on that pink dress and stood in front of Song Ci. He was really more beautiful than peach blossoms.

Song Ci looked at it with satisfaction for a while before standing at the dressing table and beckoning to Han Jun: "Come and sit down. Mom will make you up."

Han Jun sat down obediently and let Song Ci put makeup on her.

Song porcelain has first-class makeup skills, and Han Jun's skin care is good. After putting on makeup, the complexion is even more rosy and white. ID photos can only lighten makeup, but Han Jun was born beautiful, and light makeup makes her more attractive.

When Xu Qian saw Han Jun, he couldn't help but praise her for being beautiful.

Hearing Xu Qian's compliment, Han Jun smiled.

Song Ci personally sent Xu Qian and Han Jun to the Civil Affairs Bureau. The two children took photos at the Civil Affairs Bureau, filled out some documents, and received the marriage certificate.

After receiving the marriage certificate from the staff, Xu Qian and Han Jun were silent for a while. It took a while before Han Jun handed her marriage certificate to Xu Qian. She said, "Qu Jinghong has lived forever, and I hope to forgive him."

Xu Qian's expression was slightly moved when he heard the name of'Qu Jinghong'. Xu Qian carefully accepted the certificate in Han Jun's hand and gave her his marriage certificate. He stared at Han Jun's blushing cheeks and said softly, "Aqiu, I will accompany you for generations to come."

Song Ci stood by the car with his camera, and shouted to two young people: "Come here, I will take a picture of you and send it to Moments."

Xu Qian and Han Jun turned around honestly, facing the camera, forced to show awkward but polite smiles.

Han Zhan was sitting in another car. He put down the window and saw the two young men standing in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau holding their marriage certificates and asking Song Ci to take pictures of them. He felt sour.

He pressed his eyes and said to the Bei Zhan next to him: "It is not a pig that drove my Chinese cabbage, but a handsome and mighty lion. Shouldn't I be angry?"

The Beizhan pressed Han Zhan's shoulder and sighed: "Chinese cabbage is grown by your own hands. No matter what it is, it is arched. It is okay to be angry."

Han Zhan stared at the two young men and yelled: "Little bastard, deserve to be happy forever!"