Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci felt a pain in his heart.

The only person in her last life who didn't make a mistake was Yan Jiang.

Song Ci rubbed his chest with his hands, and said, "There is nothing to do. I went to interview the pilot today and got an internship opportunity. How about, do you want to celebrate with a drink?"

Song Ci decided to treat Yan Jiang better, after all, he was the only one crying for her outside the emergency room. Maybe after death, he was the only one who burned paper for her every death day.

"Okay, come out, the bar is up!"

"Okay, I'll change my clothes."

After changing clothes, Song Ci put down her curly hair, put on heavy makeup and sunglasses. She squatted in front of the changing mirror to take a selfie, put it directly on Weibo without having to beautify, and set off to the bar.

At the other end, after being sent home by Han Zhan’s driver, Li Li went to Weibo and searched Song Ci, wanting to get to know Han Zhan’s trainee pilot in advance. I still want to see how beautiful she really is.

After reading Song Ci's Weibo, Li Li found that the girl was a stunner in the world, so he silently paid attention.

No man does not love beauty.

Li Li was about to quit Weibo when he realized that Song Ci had just updated a new trend. Under curiosity, Li Li took a look.

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Li Li zoomed in on the picture.

In the picture, Song Ci wears a black low-cut halter top with a washed blue denim shirt, and a pair of coveted **** long legs, wrapped in only a pair of super shorts, which can cover her hips.

She squatted in front of a floor-to-ceiling changing mirror, holding her mobile phone in her right hand to take pictures, and lifting the long curly hair on her forehead with her left hand. Just looking at Jingtu, you can also feel the seductive hotness emanating from Song Ci.

Seeing this, Li Chengli shook his head straight and sighed: It's no show.

It seemed that this girl could not help Han Zhan escape from the sea of ​​singleness.

This person Han Zhan has three dislikes for the girls around him——

One does not like long hair fluttering, two does not like enchanting body, and three does not like coquettish.

Very well, Song Ci is fully occupied.

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Arriving at the bar, Song Ci went straight to the second floor and found Yan Jiang in the deck on the left.

Yan Jiang is a wonderful flower.

He is an actor, regarded as the most beautiful male star by the entertainment circle, and his debut is the pinnacle.

He is the mainstay of traffic stars.

Because of the extreme beauty, it is difficult for Yan Jiang to receive a suitable role. He has a particularly critical vision and refuses to make scripts with no connotation. He has always been in an embarrassed state of purplish and reddish popularity but nothing to film.

Three years ago, Yu Jiben wanted to satirize him that he had no drama to film. Knowing that he had only filmed one drama, he asked him a sharp question——

"Which one do you think is your most perfect work?"

Yan Jiang's answer is still praised by others. He said: "I am the most perfect work."

Someone satirized Yan Jiang with his eyes higher than the top, proud. But his Yan Gou still loves him desperately.

Yan Jiang and Song Ci were neighbors when they were young. Later, after experiencing an earthquake disaster, Song Ci was adopted by the Mu family, and Yan Jiang and Song Ci and Song Fei sisters broke off.

After growing up, Song Ci became the first lady in Wangdu, a big V on Weibo. Yan Jiang became a male celebrity and the most beautiful man in the entertainment industry. The two met at a fashion event. Only after discussing that they recognized each other as their childhood partner.

When I was young, my friends who stole the dog together, when they grow up, they reunited, and naturally they cherish each other and become the best friends.

Interestingly, Yan Jiang, a male artist, is proficient in basic medicine, clinical medicine, and forensic medicine. Few people know that Yan Jiang's ambition is to be a forensic doctor.

He often said that if the entertainment industry can't go on, he will be a forensic doctor and deal with the dead.

When Song Ci saw Yan Jiang, Yan Jiang was holding a medical anatomy book, and he was reading with gusto while eating popcorn.

Yan Jiang wore a pure white T-shirt with a black feather-printed long-sleeved shirt, a long silver necklace hung around his neck, and his hair was slightly longer.

The shape is simple and not exaggerated, but the first beautiful man is the first beautiful man. Wearing a T-shirt and shirt is also very handsome.

Sitting down beside Yan Jiang, Song Ci started to pour himself a glass of wine.

Yan Jiang turned his head, looked at Song Ci for a long time, and suddenly said: "I haven't seen you in a few days, you are a little different." This person is high-profile and arrogant, but he has a gentle and elegant voice.

Song Ci had a drink.

She and Yan Jiang looked at each other, pretending to be mysterious and said: "Where is it different? See if you guessed it right."

Yan Jiang looked into the depths of Song Ci's eyes. He pursed his lips and said, "It's even more showy."

Song Ci immediately poured the remaining sip of wine into Yan Jiang's face.

Yan Jiang has long been accustomed to the style of a small steel gun like Song Ci.

While wiping the wine stains on his face with a towel, he made a slurping noise in his mouth, threatening Song Ci: "You're done, my face is insured, you dare to pour wine on my face, don't be afraid of being handed by my fans Torn it?"

Song Ci did not sincerely apologize: "I was wrong."

"I don't accept an apology." After Yan Jiang wiped his face clean, he folded the towel squarely and threw it into the ashtray.

Many problems.

Song Ci stared at the young people on the dance floor on the first floor who were madly releasing hormones, and suddenly heard Yan Jiang say: "Did you encounter something difficult? I think you are a little unhappy."

Song Ci looked back at him.

Under the flashing colored lights, Yan Jiang's face was serious.

Song Ci seemed to hear Yan Jiang's heartbreaking cry outside the emergency room. Her heart and liver trembled, and her head rested on Yan Jiang's head.

Yan Jiang froze for a moment, his expression a little surprised.

Song Ci is a small steel gun, never showing his weakness in front of others. Even Yan Jiang, who has the best relationship with her, has never seen her fragile appearance.

Yan Jiang couldn't help but worry.

"What's the matter, who is bullying you?"

Song Ci said: "I finally believe that if one day I die, if someone will cry for me, that person must be you."

Because I have heard you cry for me, in this life, I never want to hear it again.

Yan Jiang was confused and moved by Song Ci's words. After being moved, he decided to slap Song Ci away. "Go away, don't take the opportunity to eat my tofu."

Song Ci was sad, but when Yan Jiang pushed him, he suddenly tilted and bumped into a passing waiter. It just so happened that the tray in the waiter's hand was full of wine, Song Ci hit the tray, and the wine poured over Song Ci.

This series of solitary operations was stunned.

Song Ci: "..."

This is why Yan Jiang was born handsome and handsome, but Song Ci couldn't have love for him.

Yan Jiang didn't expect such a horrible situation to happen, and the two of them stared at each other.

"I apologize." Yan Jiang raised his hands and surrendered.

Song Ci: "Go!"

There was no way to talk, Yan Jiang took the initiative to check out and walked out of the bar with Song Ci.

Yan Jiang held his anatomy book and stared at Song Ci's wet hair with a guilty conscience. "I called a driver, how do you get back?"

Song Ci said: "I play Didi."

After speaking, Song Ci suddenly stared at the opposite side of the road without blinking.

Yan Jiang followed and saw Mu Qiu. Mu Qiu stood with a few girls, she seemed a little uncomfortable, half of her body was weakly leaning on a girl next to her.

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One night, Song Ci grabbed Han Zhan's tie, stared at his focused eyes, and said, "I heard you don't like women with fluttering hair, enchanting body, and coquettish?"

Han Zhan did not hesitate: "Yes."

Song Ci sighed, "Then what do you like?"

Han Zhan: "Song porcelain."