Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

"Brother Han." Song Ci placed her chin on the back of Han Zhan's hand. She looked at Han Zhan, her bright eyes were full of Han Zhan's shadow. "Let's get the certificate today."

Hearing Song Ci's words, Han Zhan was surprised.

He became silent.

After a while, Han Zhan suddenly said, "Isn't it disgusting that wearing a neck brace is ugly, and taking pictures is not good?"

Song Ci said: "I have a lot of photos, which are suitable for marriage certificate photos. You give me a personal photo of you. I turn on the computer and click on it. It is a marriage certificate photo."

Han Zhan thought: There is still this kind of operation?

The two rushed to the Civil Affairs Bureau to fill out a form to obtain a certificate. It wasn't until Han Zhan was sitting in the car on the return trip, staring down at the red marriage certificate on his lap, that Han Zhan recalled what happened this morning, and found it absurd.

He is 32. He is not a 23-year-old impulsive guy, so why did he go around with Song Ci?

Song Ci looked at the marriage certificate carefully, commented on the photo above, and said, "Brother Han, you have to smile a lot when taking pictures, you know? Look, your picture looks serious, like an old cadre."

Han Zhan looked down, but smiled helplessly.

"Brother Han, stretch out your hand."

Han Zhan stretched out his left hand subconsciously.

Song Ci seemed to be magical, with an extra gold ring in his hand for unknown time.

Staring at the ring, Han Zhan's breathing suddenly slowed for a while.

Song Ci put the ring on Han Zhan's ring finger. She raised Han Zhan's left hand and looked carefully before her eyes, and then said with satisfaction, "Very suitable and beautiful."

Han Zhan looked at the ring, the golden ring with a simple black diamond in the middle, which was very suitable for Han Zhan. Han Zhan was silent for a long time before asking Song Ci in a low voice, "When did you buy it?"

"Last night." After leaving Mu's house, Song Ci went to the mall. "I was afraid that the size was wrong, but it was just right. This is fate."

Song Ci took out her own one again, which was the same as Han Zhan's, except that the black diamond was smaller. She was about to wear it by herself, Han Zhan suddenly reached out and intercepted the ring.

"I'll wear it for you." He said.

Song Ci pursed his lips and glanced at him, and suddenly said, "Groom, you must use your right hand to wear a ring for the bride."

In the front, Long Yu, who was driving, heard Song Ci's words, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked back secretly. Long Yu thought that Han Zhan would reject Song Ci's proposal, but after only a brief silence, Han Zhan nodded and said, "Okay."

Long Yu was even more surprised.

Mr. Han is really unusual to Miss Song.

In front of Song Ci, Han Zhan took off the glove that had been worn on his right hand since they knew each other.

The glove was removed, revealing the true face of Han Zhan's right hand.

Han Zhan wears two decorative fake fingers on his hands. The fake fingers are of skin color. At first glance, they are no different from the real fingers. However, if you look closely, you can find that the two fake fingers cannot move.

They bend slightly, always the same way.

Before Han Zhan prepared to take off his fake finger, he thoughtfully reminded Song Ci, "It may be a little ugly."

Song Ci looked at him with complicated eyes, and said nothing.

Han Zhan didn't hesitate any more, and took off the fake finger to his face, revealing two ugly severed finger scars. Han Zhan's **** were cut from the roots of the knuckles. After so many years, the scars are still ugly.

The first time Song Ci saw such a hand, his breathing became lighter.

After a while, she said, "It's pretty ugly."

Hearing this, Long Yu's back straightened.

Han Zhan was taken aback, and then smiled, not seemingly angry. Long Yu quietly looked back at Han Zhan, feeling a little complicated. In fact, when his finger was just cut off, Mr. Han was far less calm than he is now.

He used to be an ace sniper, eyes and hands are what he sees more important than life. The finger was cut off, and Mr. Han was so lifeless during that time, everyone thought he could not survive.

Like now, when Song Ci said that his fingers were ugly, Mr. Han could still laugh off, which in Long Yu's eyes was incredible.

Han Zhan picked up the ring with his thumb and ring finger, and put him on Song Ci's left ring finger. "Well, now, you are my bride."

Han Zhan lowered his head and picked up the fake finger to put it on.

Song Ci suddenly leaned over and snatched the fake finger from his hand. "Let me do it."

Han Zhan subconsciously refused, "No, I can..."

"You have to get used to it, I will wear them for you in the future." Song Ci stared at Han Zhan directly, leaving Han Zhan nowhere to escape. Song Ci patted Han Zhan on the chest, and said disapprovingly: "Brother Han, you can only touch your right hand and your tie in the future."

Han Zhan's chest seemed to be hit by a hammer, almost asphyxiated.

So domineering.

Han Zhan looked at his right hand with the fake fingers again, his gray-blue eyes gradually sinking. In this world, there are thousands of women who are willing to wear a tie for him, and this is the only one who is willing to wear a fake finger for him.

He was reluctant to let her go in a year.

Han Zhan wanted to try and keep her by her side.

Although the affection for Song Ci is not at the level of love, the goodwill has skyrocketed.

Song Ci's hand was suddenly held by Han Zhan.

She was a little surprised, and turned around to joke Han Zhan: "What are you holding my hand for?" Song Ci put her hands on Han Zhan's shoulders with a smile, and she sighed in his ear: "Brother Han, kiss me."

Song Ci was teasing Han Zhan, but Han Zhan said to Long Yu, "Don't look back."

Where did Long Yu dare to look back.

Song Ci raised his brows.

She also wanted to molest Han Zhan. Han Zhan suddenly turned around, raised his left hand to hold her back of the head, and leaned forward, his fiery lips grasping Song Ci's soft petals. Han Zhan, who looked cold and steady, had such a hot lips.

Song Ci was surprised for a few seconds, then closed his eyes.

After the separation, Song Ci's cheeks were red, but she still put on a calm look that she was an experienced driver.

Han Zhan put the two marriage certificates together, received it in his pocket, and suddenly asked her, "How did you get the household registration?" He didn't think that Mu Mian would easily agree to Song Ci to marry him.

Song Ci said embarrassingly, "I took it with my mother because...buying a house."

Han Zhan chuckled lightly, "Slick."

The two words with a deep voice fell into Song Ci's ears, and her cheeks became even redder.

Sending these two people downstairs, Long Yu slipped faster than the monkey. As he walked to the elevator, Song Ci complained to Han Zhan, "Brother Long was scared of you to become Brother Monkey."

Han Zhan followed Song Ci and walked into the elevator. He said, "He will get used to it sooner or later."

sooner or later...

In other words, this kind of thing will happen frequently in the future.

Song Ci quietly rubbed her earlobes, looking forward to it.

After entering the house together, Song Ci lowered his head to change shoes, and said to Han Zhan: "To celebrate our certification, shouldn't we have a big meal at noon today? Brother Han, you cook, I will help you."

Thinking of the Daaolong in the refrigerator, Song Ci licked his lips, "I'm going to divide the Aolong five horses, peel it, and swallow it into the abdomen."

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I got the certificate, sack the flower??ヽ(°▽°)ノ?