Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci raised his head and waved to Han Zhan, saying, "Brother Han, come on."

Han Zhan strode in. "What are you doing?" Han Zhan stood behind Song Ci, put his hands on the armrests of the chair, lowered his head to watch her every move.

Song Ci looked up at him with a bright smile and a layer of starlight in her eyes. She spoke with her lips together and her teeth were white. "I made a watch here, and you write it down for me."

Han Zhan's eyes stayed on her red lips for a few more seconds before he took the piece of paper and looked down.

It says--

Favorites of Brother Han:

Favorite food:

Dislike food:

hobby:

Dislikes:

...

Han Zhan asked: "It must be written?" He has never written this before, even when he graduated from high school, he wrote his graduation classmates, and he has never been so detailed.

"Yes." Song Ci said, "We are husband and wife, I always want to get to know you."

It does.

Han Zhan put the paper on the table and, relying on his height, could write by bending slightly. As for Song Ci, even people with chairs were surrounded by Han Zhan. She lowered her head slightly and put her head under Han Zhan's chest. Song Ci was a little uncomfortable at such a close distance.

But Han Zhan's expression was calm, and the tip of his pen wandered across the paper, writing down a dragon and a phoenix. Song Ci felt the powerful heartbeat of Han Zhan coming from the top of her head, and her heartbeat was also disordered and out of regularity.

Song Ci tried to focus on the paper, but Han Zhan's presence was so strong that she couldn't ignore him at all. She could smell the cold breath of Han Zhan, and she could kiss Han Zhan's collarbone inside the two buttons of her neckline when she raised her head slightly...

Song Ci grabbed the chair with his fingers and was about to move.

Han Zhan didn’t know how confused Song Ci’s mind was. He wrote on the paper stroke by stroke--

Favorite foods: meat, stinky tofu, coriander, toon dishes, steamed eggs, hoof sauce...

Dislike food: mustard, bitter gourd, Japanese food.

Hobbies: shooting, horse riding, racing, bamboo weaving...

Disgusting thing: wasting food...

The word ‘thing’ that ‘hates food’ has just been written, and suddenly, a mouthful of heat blew onto his face. Han Zhan's eyes moved slightly, and he looked down at Song Ci in warning, and said, "Don't be skinned."

"Brother Han, can you advance the things to be done tomorrow night to tonight?" Song Ci, who had not spoken all the time, smashed Han Zhan.

Click!

The nib of the pen was snapped on A4 paper.

Han Zhan's apple is big and sexy, and it is the strongest shield in front of his throat. At this moment, the shield was rolling up and down involuntarily. It was not protecting the owner's throat. It was an iron gate of a prison, holding the most ferocious beast.

Song Ci knew what Han Zhan was worrying about. She gently pulled Han Zhan's neckline with her right hand, blushing and said, "We are already husband and wife..."

"No regrets?" Han Zhan's nose pressed against Song Ci's forehead, his restrained voice still couldn't hide his desire.

Song Ci quivered, but nodded firmly, "No regrets."

When the sound fell, Han Zhan released his left hand, and the penholder fell on the table. Song Ci rose into the air and was hugged by Han Zhan before returning to the room. As the door was locked with a click, Song Ci had no more room to retreat.

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At 12:30, Song Ci was finally let go by Han Zhan. She had red eyes and was wrapped in a thin quilt, lying weakly on the sofa. The body is uncomfortable, not because of pain, but a sense of discomfort that the body is missing something.

Feel carefully, the pubic bone is still a bit sore and uncomfortable.

Song Ci couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Are 30-year-old men so physically strong? Like a wolf like a tiger, it can crush her.

Han Zhan is changing the sheets. He had already taken a shower, and there were a few more scratches left by the girl's fingernails on his scarred back. It was left behind by Song Ci unconsciously when he suffered from pain. Song Ci looked at the traces, feeling a little embarrassed.

After laying the sheets, Han Zhan turned around, his muscles didn't look burly, but he was full of vigorous strength. Song Ci is still looking at him, his eyes are straight, generous and not hypocritical.

This is her husband. See if you don't commit a crime. Han Zhan didn't mind being viewed this way by Song Ci. He tightened the towel around his waist, walked over and lowered his head and asked Song Ci, "Are you going to sleep?"

Song Ci: "I'm so tired.. [Biquge www.sbiquge.me]." After speaking, Song Ci suddenly closed his mouth. Is this still her voice? Dry and hoarse.

Han Zhan lifted Song Ci from the sofa thoughtfully, put it on the bed, turned and left the room, not knowing what to do.

Song Ci was sweating and her short hair was soft against her neck brace. When she was put on the bed, her eyelids were a little heavy and she wanted to sleep.

At this time, Han Zhan came back, and he held a transparent glass with honey water mixed in it. Han Zhan patted Song Ci on the cheek. Song Ci woke up, and Han Zhan dragged his head and fed a few mouthfuls of honey water.

The throat seems to be really comfortable.

Han Zhan put down his cup, then took off his bath towel and changed to pajamas. Thinking of something, Song Ci suddenly opened her eyelids and glanced at the clock on the wall. Seeing that the hour hand had passed twelve o'clock, she smiled inexplicably.

Han Zhan looked at her suspiciously, "What are you laughing at?"

Song Ci pointed to the clock on the wall, and she said intriguingly: "From the foreplay to the end of the wash, it takes four hours."

Han Zhan also looked back at the clock.

It was already half past twelve.

After understanding Song Ci's suggestion, Han Zhan was rarely embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I'm out of measure." Song Ci's attraction to Han Zhan was deeper than he thought. He was a little out of control tonight and didn't hold it.

A clean man in his thirties suddenly tasted it, and it was difficult to restrain it.

Song Ci doesn't mind, it's not a bad thing for her husband to live well. "Don't you always be so improper, right?" If so, then she will have to put the matter of physical fitness on the agenda tomorrow, or one day she will be ruined by Han Zhan.

Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's beautiful lips, thought about it, and answered honestly: "It's difficult for you."

My mother, what sultry words are this!

I was sniped!

Song Ci turned over and buried his face in the pillow, embarrassed to look at Han Zhan.

Song Ci had disliked Han Zhan's leather gloves and felt uncomfortable against her skin, so she asked Han Zhan to take it off. Han Zhan hesitated and took off the gloves with her. At this moment Song Ci will be asleep, Han Zhan sat on the other side of the bed, planning to put on fake fingers.

Song Ci suddenly stretched out his hand to **** his fake finger and put it on the bedside table. She said, "What to wear at night! Do nothing."

Han Zhan wanted to say, afraid to scare you. After a little silence, Han Zhan still told the truth, “If you wake up in the morning and suddenly see a hand with only three fingers, you will be shocked.”

Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's face with complicated eyes, and her lips moved Ji Xia. Song Ci wanted to tell Han Zhan that his hands were really not that ugly. "Then I sleep outside and you sleep inside, so that when I wake up, all I see is your left hand."

Han Zhan added: "I'm afraid that after falling asleep, my right hand will involuntarily hug you."

Song Ci wanted to roll his eyes again, and said angrily, "Then just kill it, okay?" Mother-in-law, there are many things.

Han Zhan knew that Song Ci was angry, so he didn't hold on anymore, so he put down his fake finger and lay down on the other side. After cohabiting with Song Ci, this was the first time Han Zhan took off his gloves to sleep, and he felt pretty good.