Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

One is a young and beautiful girl, and the other is a young and beautiful girl. Song Ci knew what Cheng Ziang was close to Han Wangwangtu.

Song Ci felt a little uneasy at the thought of Cheng Ziang's true personality. She valued this matter very much, worried that Han Wangwang would be deceived by Cheng Ziang, quickly opened Han Wangwang’s WeChat and asked her: [Do you know Cheng Ziang? 】

Han Wangwang was probably busy and did not reply.

Han Zhan came back at this time, with some alcohol on him. When Song Ci was talking to him, he smelled the smell of wine and asked him, "Did you drink?"

Han Zhan: "I have used mouthwash, can you still smell it?"

"My nose is very good." After that, Song Ci looked at Han Zhan pretendingly and said to him: "If you smell other people's perfume on your body, I can smell it too."

Han Zhan nodded her forehead, "Don't be poor."

Seeing the ball of wool on the sofa, Han Zhan asked Song Ci: "What wool did you buy?" He stared at Song Ci's jade-white fingers, and the surprise in his eyes couldn't hide. "You know how to knit sweaters?"

When Song Ci lifted his chin, the pride on his face couldn't hide. She said with a triumphant tone, "Scarves and sweaters, I know how."

Han Zhan stared at the ball of wool for a while, and suddenly said, "It's getting cold, so it's time to wear a sweater."

Song Ci: "Yes, so I plan to knit a sweater for grandpa."

Han Zhan fell silent strangely. "To Grandpa?"

"Well, my sister said, to give those precious gifts, it is better to give some handmade items. If you feel like it, Grandpa will be happier." Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "What color clothes do Grandpa like?"

Han Zhan felt a little complicated, but he had to answer honestly, "Gray-blue."

"Okay, then I'll knit a gray-blue sweater." Song Ci was unsure whether the idea of ​​knitting a sweater and giving it to Grandpa was reliable, she asked Han Zhan anxiously: "Brother Han, you said Grandpa will Do you like this gift?"

Han Zhan was sour in his heart, "Of course he likes it." Who can't like the sweater that Song Ci has knitted by himself?

"That's good."

Han Zhan felt uncomfortable and had to go upstairs to calm down for a while. He took off his coat and was about to go upstairs, when Song Ci suddenly stopped him. "Brother Han, let me ask you something."

Han Zhan had already stepped on the third step of the stairs. Hearing this, he stopped, turned his head and looked down at Song Ci in the living room. "what's up?"

Song Ci told him: "Wantwang participated in the national dj competition."

"Yes, I also voted for her. What's the problem?" Thinking that Song Ci was concerned about Han Wangwang and worried that she would encounter perverts when she was a DJ, Han Zhan told her: "Wangwang has practiced Taekwondo, and ordinary people can't bully it. Don't worry about her."

Song Ci shook her head lightly, "I'm not talking about this." She walked up to Han Zhan, raised her head and said to him: "I saw an old acquaintance in Wangwang's WeChat circle of friends."

Han Zhan: "Who?"

Song Ci: "Cheng Ziang."

Han Zhan's expression changed a little. "Cheng Ziang?" A trace of disgust and violence flashed quickly in his eyes, but he was quickly suppressed. "I will find out about this."

Seeing Han Zhan take this matter to heart, Song Ci felt relieved. "Well, I just think Cheng Ziang's stuff is not reliable, and I am worried that he has no plans to approach Wangwang, so I remind you."

"You did this right." Touching Song Ci's hair, Han Zhan said, "I'll take a shower first. I haven't finished some work, so I won't come down after the shower. I just go to the study."

Song Ci said, "Then I will accompany you."

After taking a shower, Han Zhan wore pajamas and worked in the study. Song Ci nestled on the single sofa in the study, knitting sweaters intently. Occasionally, Han Zhan raised his head and glanced at Song Ci, who was competing with the ball of wool, his eyes would become gentle subconsciously.

He couldn't help but imagine that after decades, the two were old, he was reading with reading glasses, and Song Ci was knitting a sweater with reading glasses. Time is quiet, and we grow old together. That's probably it.

The two were busy with each other. At 9:40, Han Zhan turned off the computer and said to Song Ci, "It's almost ten, go to bed."

Song Ci said, "Wait a moment, I will finish these shots first."

Han Zhan directly snatched the needle and thread from her hand, took Song Ci back to the master bedroom, and pressed her under the bed. "It's not good to sleep late."

When Song Ci heard this, he couldn't help but vomit: "That is to say, you can go to bed on time during my menstrual visit. How many days do you go to bed on time?" He said that he would go to bed at ten o'clock in the evening before marriage, but this one I broke the ring for many nights over many months.

Han Zhan suddenly became deaf and mute, and did not say anything when he heard her complaint.

Song Ci played with Han Zhan's hair for a while before going to sleep. When she was sleeping, she seemed to hear Han Zhan chanting in her ear: "It's cold, I haven't bought a sweater this year..."

Song Ci thought to himself: Then you buy, which sweater are you still short of money?

The next morning, Song Ci was pulled up by Han Zhan, and the two were doing morning exercises in the gym.

After the training, Han Zhan took a shower and explained things to Song Ci while changing his clothes. "Next Tuesday, my grandmother's death day. This year you will accompany me back to my hometown. We will go back on Monday. Now we will stay in my hometown for a few days, and then we will go to Austria for our honeymoon."

"I will be busy at work these days, and I may come back later in the evening. You have to eat on time by yourself."

Song Ci listened to Han Zhan's murmur endlessly, and she spit out casually: "So you don't worry, just take me to the company and go to work with you."

Han Zhan thought about it seriously and felt that Song Ci's suggestions were very reliable and caring. Han Zhan quickly opened the closet, took out a long-sleeved dress from it and threw it to Song Ci, "Change clothes and go to work with me!"

Song Ci held the clothes and hesitated, "...really?"

"Ok."

Song Ci complained to Han Zhan: "Brother Han, you have changed. You used to look down on the employees who talked with each other during working hours."

Han Zhan calmly replied: "I am not an employee, I am the boss, and the boss can talk about love during working hours."

"You are the boss, you have reason."

So that morning, Han Zhan carried a briefcase and Song Ci carried a tote bag with wool and knitting needles inside, and entered the Zeus Aviation headquarters with Han Zhan.

Li Li came a little later. Hearing from the people in the secretary's office that Han Zhan had come to work with his wife today, he didn't feel surprised. On the contrary, he felt that the day had finally come.

This morning Li Li was going to personally receive important foreign partners. Before departure, Li Li came to Han Zhan's office specifically to spy on what the two of them were doing inside.

Li Li knocked on the door and raised his voice intimately. The person on the opposite side said, "I'm here!" After waiting for a few seconds, I felt that the dog and the man inside should have been dressed. Then Li Li opened the doorknob and left. Went in.

To his disappointment, Han Zhan and Song Ci were not doing anything ashamed.