Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Seeing that his expression was flat, Song Ci must have hit a wall with Song Fei. She asked Han Zhan, "It's boring to be alone with Song Fei, right?"

Han Zhan bent his lips and lied against his will, "Sister Fei is very easy to get along with, I just want to stay with you."

"Don't say anything against your heart. I still don't know her virtue?"

Han Zhan didn't continue the topic, he asked Song Ci, "Does the stomach hurt?"

Song Ci's menstrual period came, and the lower abdomen was a little uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt. She shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt."

"That's good. I'll bring the tea." Han Zhan brought the tea to the living room and handed Song Fei a cup of tea, showing respect.

Song Fei didn’t plan to reach out to pick up the tea. Her cold eyes kept staring at Han Zhan’s eyes, and she suddenly mentioned: “When she was eight years old, Song Ci was bullied by a male classmate for the first time. How did I help? Did she take revenge?"

Han Zhan stared at Song Fei quietly, knowing that Song Fei was going to disarm him, which was also expected by Han Zhan. As if curiosity was aroused by this sentence, Han Zhan lowered his head and asked: "How did you get Song Ci back?"

Song Fei's face was expressionless, but the words in his mouth were a little shocking, "I hid a snake in his bag, he was bitten and almost amputated..."

Under Song Fei's icy gaze, Han Zhan praised Song Fei without changing his face: "Sister Fei did a great job. Those who bully Song Ci deserve retribution." Han Zhan felt that this was not enough, and added another sentence. : "It's not an exaggeration for the sky to thunder."

Song Fei coldly snorted, "Han Zhan, I don't care what your status or status is. If you marry Song Ci, you have to treat her with respect and love for a lifetime. If you dare to bully her..." Song Fei took the tea, but didn't Drinking, but poured the cup of open tea into the succulent pot on the table top of the coffee table.

She put down the tea cup heavily, and said: "It's not boiling water that splashes you, but sulfuric acid."

After being deterred by Song Fei's actions, Han Zhan's expression remained unchanged, with a slight smile on his face. Turning his head to look at Song Ci behind him, Han Zhan actually said with a gratified expression: "We Song Ci is blessed to have a sister who loves herself so much."

Hearing this, Song Fei couldn't help but looked at Han Zhan high.

The concentration is good.

Standing silently behind Han Zhan, Song Ci, who had listened to their conversation, quietly looked up at Han Zhan, then looked at Song Fei, who was leaning on the sofa as if there were no bones. She suddenly turned and ran into the bathroom.

Han Zhan looked back when he heard the movement, and saw that the bathroom door was closed, making Han Zhan a little helpless.

Song Fei curled his lips and said duplicity: "You're great!"

Song Ci got into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and couldn't help crying.

This feeling of having loved ones supporting me is really great.

When Song Ci came out, her eyes were slightly red, but Han Zhan thoughtfully did not ask her why, so as not to embarrass her. He just pushed the cup of passion fruit tea to Song Ci and said to her, "The tea is almost cold."

Song Ci bowed his head and took a sip of sweet and sour fruit tea.

At this time, Yan Jiang spread the sheets and came downstairs. He walked over to Song Fei and sat down. Seeing the succulent potted plants scalded by boiling water, Yan Jiang felt a little pain. This is his favorite pot of succulents!

Song Fei noticed his painful eyes and looked down on him. "Distressed?"

Yan Jiang asked her: "You splashed it?"

Song Fei: "Hands are shaking, accidentally."

Then you are really shaking just right.

Song Fei was in a bad spirit and wanted to rest. She stood up slowly and glanced at Song Ci, who was drinking fruit tea intensively next to Han Zhan. Without asking anyone's opinion, she categorically said, "Song Ci will sleep with me tonight."

Song Ci didn't think there was anything wrong with Song Fei's arrangement, so she put down the tea cup and stood up immediately. "Song Fei, it's very tired to go upstairs, I'll help you." Song Ci supported Song Fei, and the two slowly went upstairs, leaving Yan Jiang and Han Zhan, the two big masters, in the living room staring at each other.

Yan Jiang glanced at Han Zhan silently, and said to him, "I only have one guest room in my house..."

Between the two, there is bound to be someone on the floor.

Han Zhan also had a complicated expression. He looked up around Yan Jiang's home and couldn't help but complain: "There are only two rooms in such a spacious house. You are really luxurious."

Yan Jiang: "I never thought that one day in my own home, I would still need to rob a guest room from an adult man." By implication, Han Zhan was the uninvited guest.

Han Zhan is also not a vegetarian, "You are the spokesperson of Zeus Airlines, but I am the boss of Zeus Airlines..." He implied a lot--

I'm your financial father, the bed should belong to me.

But Yan Jiang is also not a good stubborn, he said: "Song Ci listens to Song Fei, and Song Fei will be mine sooner or later." He is a man who can blow the pillow wind next to Song Fei's ears!

Han Zhan is willing to go down!

The two refused to sleep on the floor. Yan Jiang and Han Zhan had big eyes to small eyes. After a while, Han Zhan compromised. He took the lead and said: "I sleep very honestly and don't kick people."

Yan Jiang also said, "I don't snore either."

"Row!"

The two went upstairs together. After a brief wash, Han Zhan and Yan Jiang slept separately on a 1.8-meter bed.

Two long-legged men sleeping on the same bed looked a little crowded. Han Zhan moved his head on the pillow. He didn't hear the movement in the master bedroom next door. He was a little helpless, "Your house has good soundproofing." He couldn't even listen.

Yan Jiang didn't sleep either, he was playing on his mobile phone. He naturally understood what Han Zhan was referring to. He said: "Their sisters haven't talked together for many years. There must be more to say tonight."

Han Zhan snorted, just want to know what they said, did they talk about him...

Song Fei can wake up, the happiest thing is that Song Ci and Yan Jiang are abnormal. "Song Fei is awake, you are considered to have got what you wanted."

Yan Jiang gave a wry smile, "Where..." When he thought of Song Fei's rejection of what he said, Yan Jiang couldn't even make a wry smile. "I confessed to her that she rejected me and said that she felt like a brother to me... the road is still long, and I have to follow it slowly."

Han Zhan sympathized with Yan Jiang, "You still have to grind."

Yan Jiang just wanted to cry.

It's ten o'clock, it's time for Han Zhan to sleep. Han Zhan turned the phone to silent, and he said, "I'm going to sleep."

Yan Jiang: "Good night."

Han Zhan turned off the lights.

The room suddenly became dark, and Yan Jiang's pupils shrank slightly. He endured and endured, still unable to overcome the fear in his heart, and whispered to Han Zhan: "Mr. Han."

Han Zhan didn't open his eyes and let out a puzzled voice: "Huh?"

Yan Jiang: "Can I turn on the lights?"

Han Zhan asked: "Turning on the lights to sleep is not good for your eyes." The health elders are very careful to protect their bodies, and vices like keeping a night light when sleeping at night are absolutely not allowed.

Yan Jiang was embarrassed. He said, "I'm afraid of the dark."

Han Zhan: "..."

Sure enough, what kind of pot goes with what lid, Yan Jiang, a coward like Song Fei, has to deal with it.