Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

This is an adult male’s room with a poster picture of the same man on the wall. The man looks handsome and extraordinary, giving Song Fei a familiar but unfamiliar feeling.

Song Fei stared at the poster photo on the wall, thinking attentively. After guessing the identity of the man, she was rarely surprised.

That coward in my memory is so good-looking?

...

After the studio was closed, the assistant drove Yan Jiang home. Knowing that Yan Jiang was tired of the night, after the car stopped outside, the assistant turned his head and asked Yan Jiang: "Brother Jiang, do you want me to accompany you into the house?"

Yan Jiang is sleeping.

He was really sleepy, but he only dared to have a light on in the car and wait for someone to accompany him before he could take a short rest with his eyes closed.

Hearing the assistant's words, Yan Jiang opened his eyes for the first time.

He shook his head slightly and said, "It's late, you should go back to rest earlier." After saying that, he pushed the car door, stepped out of the car with long legs, and walked towards his door. Seeing Yan Jiang open the gate of the courtyard, the tall and tall figure concealed under the street light of his courtyard, and went further and further, the assistant started the car and left.

Upon entering the house, Yan Jiang turned on the lights on the entire first floor for the first time. The room was instantly brightly lit, and Yan Jiang felt relieved.

He went straight to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, found a bottle of refrigerated mineral water and took a few sips. He went upstairs to the game room, turned on the computer, turned on the stereo to maximum, and played a rock rap.

Hearing the rap singing from his impression, Yan Jiang returned to the room. He walked to the bed, gave Song Fei a nutrition injection, and then walked to the bathroom door while taking off his clothes.

The running water rolled over his body and swept away Yan Jiang's sleepiness.

After the shower, he wiped his body at random and walked out carelessly. When he came out, Yan Jiang didn't wear any clothes or a bathrobe. He didn't bother to find a bath towel to cover important parts of his waist.

Anyway, there is only him in this home who is awake, there is no audience, and it doesn't matter whether you wear them or not.

Yan Jiang was humming a song, pouting his **** in the cloakroom looking for pajamas to wear tonight, his actions are bold and indecent. He didn't notice it at all, a faint line of sight was falling on him, seeing everything that should or shouldn't be seen on him.

Yan Jiang got dressed and walked to the bed to sit down. He bent down, put his ears on Song Fei's chest, and listened to her heartbeat. In his mouth, he gently counted the beat of Song Fei's heartbeat: "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Yan Jiang listened for a while, sat up, and talked to Song Fei, a vegetable with some joy: "My wife, your heartbeat today is so powerful!"

Song Fei pretending to sleep: "..."

Yan Jiang’s eyes were particularly bright. He took out the notebook in the drawer of the bedside table and recorded his observation diary in a happy mood. He wrote: [Today, my wife’s heartbeat is faster and more powerful than before, is she? About to wake up? 】

Yan Jiang pursed his lips and remained silent for a few seconds before closing the notebook and putting it back in his original place.

After sitting on the bed for a long time, it was not until three o'clock in the night that Yan Jiang went to the game room to turn off the computer.

In the huge house, it was completely quiet.

Once the night was quiet, Yan Jiang felt uneasy. He walked back to the room quickly, got into the bed, hugged Song Fei's excessively slender waist, buried his head between Song Fei's neck and sniffed, and he was not so afraid.

"Goodnight wife."

After speaking, Yan Jiang kissed Song Fei on the shoulder and closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep. After about thirty minutes, Yan Jiang's breathing finally slowed down. He fell asleep, and the whole person was still hugging Song Fei tightly, like an insecure child.

Even when he fell asleep, there was a wall lamp in Yan Jiang's room.

Song Fei opened her eyes and turned her head slightly to look at the blue-haired head between her neck. She wanted to push her head to flatten Yan Jiang's dog hair, but it was an eye-catcher. However, Song Fei couldn't move at all when Yan Jiang held his body like an octopus.

Wife...

Go fuck!

Song Fei thought about things in a daze, and she soon fell asleep again in a sluggish state.

When Song Fei woke up the next day, Yan Jiang had disappeared, presumably he had gone to work. Song Fei pulled out the nutrition needles and poured them all into the toilet. During the whole process, Song Fei's gait was unstable. After two steps, he had to stop and rest for a while.

I was really hungry, and my stomach was burning with pain. Song Fei walked downstairs with difficulty holding the railing. She went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and fell silent when she saw the refrigerator filled with various drinks and fruits.

Isn't it fair to say that there is nothing to eat in such a big refrigerator, all for drinking? Dad is right. People will become stupid if they drink too much. Yan Jiang is the best example.

If you don't eat anything, you will feel hungry.

Song Fei went back upstairs and got into Yan Jiang's cloakroom. She changed into a black and white shirt with mixed colors, and found a pair of casual trousers and a peaked cap. Putting on trousers and rolling up the long trouser legs twice, Song Fei put on a peaked cap and smashed Yan Jiang's piggy bank. He took Yan Jiang's book and wrapped the two hundred dollars of coins and left home.

Song Fei was a little uncomfortable walking on the bustling streets.

Song Fei was actually conscious of the vegetative years. Song Fei knew what people around him said and did. It's just strange, she just can't wake up.

Song Fei knew that he had been asleep for eight years, that his parents were dead, that Song Ci's little idiot was being bullied, that the person who bullied them was at large, and that there was someone who had eaten the heart of the bear and the courage to tell her Wife, put your arms around her to sleep every night...

Entering a shop selling porridge, Song Fei glanced at the menu, stared at the numbers and words, and was in a daze. Then, he counted eighteen coins from the black backpack and threw them on the table in front of the boss.

"A bowl of fish porridge. It's thinner, and a little bit boiled." After years of silence, he suddenly spoke, and Song Fei was shocked. Her voice was hoarse and cold, like snow in the North Pole.

Nowadays, people like to use Alipay and WeChat to scan codes. Few people use cash, let alone use coins. The boss gave Song Fei a strange look and smiled: "You can also scan WeChat Alipay."

Song Fei:?

WeChat Alipay?

Song Fei became a vegetative in 12 years, and WeChat was just born in 12 years, far from being a household name. And Alipay is also limited to Taobao users. At that time, when walking on the street, everyone used cash, and most of the expensive things were bought by credit cards. Wherever you go, you can pay with a scan.

"No." Song Fei appeared calmly.

The boss didn't say anything. He counted the coins and confirmed that there was no money left before let Song Fei enter the house. "Go into the house and sit for a while, then it will be fine."

"Ok."

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Don't ask me why a vegetative can walk when it wakes up. I understand that it is not in line with common sense. But there is no way, the plot pushes the need, you will be sister Fei a god. .