Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Han Zhan didn't know that Song Ci had such a glorious past. Although Han Zhan doesn't understand melody, he also knows how high Junfei is in the music and art circle. "Du Junfei is very famous, I know him. Godmother Rongrong once worked with Teacher Du Junfei, and I was lucky enough to meet him."

As a disciple of Du Junfei, I must be very good at Song Ci.

Han Zhan had seen Song Ci play the violin at her birthday charity dinner. Song Ci, who plays the violin, has an indescribable charm.

Han Zhan had a question in his mind. He asked Song Ci: "Why did you, who like the violin so much, become a pilot in the end?"

Song Ci was very guilty. She lowered her head, looked at her hands, and said lowly: "When I was fourteen, my parents and my sister accompanied me to participate in the National Youth Violin Finals. It happened to be summer vacation. We had a few days in advance. Departing, planning to travel in Bijiang City for a few days."

"Unexpectedly, we encountered an earthquake..."

Song Ci turned pale when he thought of the dark time. "After the earthquake, I had a serious psychological disorder, and I became afraid to touch the violin again. As soon as I touched the bow, I thought of my **** parents and unconscious sister, my hands would tremble, no Stop shaking...I can't play the violin anymore."

Han Zhan didn't expect that behind Song Ci's abandon of the violin was such a dark past.

He held Song Ci's hands, his severed right hand covered the back of Song Ci's white hand, which was a bit ugly. But at the moment, no one dislikes it. Han Zhan asked Song Ci: "What is it that makes you cheer up again?"

Song Ci smiled embarrassedly. She said, "After I divorced Cheng Ziang in the last life, I received psychological treatment for a period of time and it gradually recovered." It was a blessing in disguise.

Han Zhan frowned when he heard Cheng Ziang's grandson's name. Ignoring his boredom, he asked Song Ci: "What makes you want to be a pilot?"

There was a light of worship in Song Ci's eyes. She raised her head slightly and said with a smile: "Didn't I tell you before, I have a crush."

Han Zhan nodded silently, seeing her eyes become a little strange.

Song Ci looked at Han Zhan carefully, and was relieved when he saw that Han Zhan didn't mind talking about his crush. Song Ci told Han Zhan: "In fact, my crush is a People's Liberation Army."

Han Zhan: "That's it..."

Song Ci: "He saved me and gave me a second life. He is my hero."

"Are you a hero?" Han Zhan repeated this word, feeling uncomfortably complicated.

Song Ci nodded fiercely, "Well, it's my hero, the real hero." Song Ci pressed her chest, her breathing became lighter, "After the earthquake, I was trapped in the ruins for two days. It was the PLA. My brother found me. But the God of Fortune didn't care for us. He hadn't rescued me. Aftershocks occurred. A dangerous building beside us collapsed, crushing me and him."

"In order to protect me, he directly blocked me with flesh and blood."

"In the days when I was suppressed, he kept talking with me. He told me about his mother, his grandfather, and his dreams." Song Ci shook her head and smiled. She said, "Actually I am He didn’t even see what he looked like. In that case, everyone was disgraced. It’s weird to be able to see him clearly. But I just like him. He is very warm and can sing to me, even though it’s awful."

Han Zhan was weirdly silent. Before Song Ci was about to speak again, Han Zhan suddenly asked her: "He sings badly?"

"Well, I've never seen a pentatonic incomplete, and not a single sentence is sung in the right tune." Although it is the brother he has a crush on, Song Ci is also merciless when he complains about him.

Han Zhan's face was a little dark. "It's impossible for a sentence to be wrong."

Song Ci: "What I lied to you, it's really not complete."

Han Zhan simply stopped talking.

Song Ci glanced at Han Zhan and asked him, "Why didn't you speak anymore? I'm jealous?"

Han Zhan shook his head complicatedly, "No."

"Then why don't you speak?"

Han Zhan stepped across this topic and asked her again: "Then what does this have to do with your being a pilot?"

Song Cinunu said, "Brother of the People's Liberation Army told me that he thought the female soldiers flying planes were the most charming. He said his mother used to be a female pilot, the kind of fighter flying. Then I like him, I can’t be the most charming. woman?"

Han Zhan was a little surprised, "Just because of this?"

"Yeah." Song Ci is actually very simple, but also very nervous, no brains. After discovering that she could no longer play the violin, she made efforts to'become a female pilot' as a goal.

Unfortunately, I was injured by the earthquake and there was a long scar on my waist. It was brushed off during the final interview. I had no choice but to fly a civil plane.

Han Zhan touched her hair and told her: "If the PLA brother knew that a little girl worked so hard for his words, he would be very pleased."

Song Ci's eyes lit up, "Really?"

"Really."

Song Ci was satisfied. She fell on her pillow and said, "We will go to Austria for our honeymoon, Brother Han, you accompany me to the Golden Hall to watch the show, okay?"

"it is good."

This evening, the newlyweds were talking about honeymoon arrangements. The young girl who died shortly there is deep in the guilt of her father and the desire to live. The man who is afraid of the dark night and dare not sleep is still working on the shooting set.

In a corner of the city, on a spacious bed, a sleeping woman slowly opened her eyes that had been closed for eight years!

The dim light entered Song Fei's eyes.

She gradually opened her eyes, and after she had fully adapted to the brightness of the light, she then looked at the illusion she was in.

It was dark all around, but some fuzzy outlines of furniture could be seen in the darkness.

Song Fei was at a loss, where is this?

Hopefully, Song Fei calmed down soon. She tried to get up, but the body that hadn't moved all the year round was weak and limp, and she couldn't even do the movement of getting up.

After lying quietly for a while, Song Fei propped up his hands again, gritted his teeth and sat up. She slowly moved her leg to the bed and stepped on the wooden floor. She tried to stand up, but failed the first time, and still failed the second time. She stood up for the third time but fell to the ground with a plop.

After struggling on the ground for a long time, Song Fei finally stood up with the bedside table. With her malnourished body, her legs kept trembling when she stood up. She tremblingly took the first step and stood still for a while before taking the second step.

Snapped!

She turned on the light.

The dazzling light entered his eyes, and Song Fei closed his eyes abruptly. After a while, she slowly opened her eyes, and observed the room she was in with a pair of eyes that looked like Song Ci but indifferent.