Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci is sitting on the sofa elegantly, knitting a sweater with two sticks in his hand, and his immersive appearance is also beautiful. And Han Zhan was sitting at his desk, wearing glasses, and working very attentively.

Li Li was a little disappointed.

"What are you thinking about again?" Han Zhan glanced at Li Li with a faint smile, and asked him, "What scene do you want to see when you push the door in?"

Li Li wisely did not answer the question that ignited his upper body. He changed the subject and pointed to the sweater that Song Ci had on his legs. He put on an expression of envy and said, "Madam, this is a sweater for Mr. Han, right? , Han Xian has a good life, and his wife is so virtuous."

Hearing that Han Zhan suddenly touched the temples, he didn't say anything.

Li Li realized that something was wrong. This should be put before, the tail behind Han Zhan should have been up to the sky long ago.

Song Ci looked back at Han Zhan, who was a bit savory. She looked down at the sweater on her lap, and said with a smile, "I will go back to my hometown in Sunshine City next week. This one is for grandpa weaving. Knit one for Brother Han."

Upon hearing this, Han Zhan suddenly looked up at Song Ci and said to her: "I like navy blue."

Song Ci said: "I think white is good-looking, and Han looks easy-going and warm. I like men who look gentle and reliable."

Han Zhan: "I also think white is suitable for me." Han Zhan is like a wall of grass, and he will fall wherever the Song Ci wind blows.

Li Li regretted coming in to find abuse. "You continue, I have a hard time, and I have to go to accompany the partner." Li Li quickly turned and left.

As soon as Li Li left, Song Ci looked back at Han Zhan. Seeing Han Zhan was drinking his health tea, he sympathized with Li Li's fate. "Brother Han is not kind, and Manager Li is doing a good job for the company, and you are leisurely."

Han Zhan put down the insulated tea cup and said without expression: "It is everyone's responsibility to care for the disabled."

Song Ci was directly smiled by Han Zhan.

At noon, Song Ci and Han Zhan went to the seventh floor for lunch. After returning to the office, Song Ci got into Han Zhan's hut and took a nap. Han Zhan did not sleep, he sat in the office to deal with affairs.

The inside line suddenly rang, Han Zhan answered the phone, and heard the little brother at the front desk speaking in his clear voice: "Mr. Han, there is a girl named Han looking for."

Han Zhan shrank and concealed the contract with the planning plan, and then replied to the front desk brother: "Let her come in."

After a while, the office door was opened from the outside, and Han Wangwang walked in with flat white shoes. She is still a little dirty braid, wearing a dirty pink hat and a dirty pink hip-hop coat.

Han Wangwang held a black shoulder bag and sat on the sofa that Song Ci had sat on before. Sit down and say, "Uncle Cousin. The guy at the front desk of your company is very handsome. He looks like my boyfriend Wang Junkai. He's so handsome. You give me his WeChat account."

Han Zhan refused mercilessly: "There is no such thing as selling oneself for glory in my employee contract."

Han Wangwang stuck out his tongue, "I will ask for it later." Han Wangwang was a little discouraged when he didn't get the WeChat ID. She leaned on the sofa, her whole being lazy and about to fall apart, like a salted fish without pursuit.

Han Zhan struck the keyboard suddenly. Hearing the movement, Han Wangwang lifted his eyelids, looked at Han Zhan listlessly, and asked feebly: "Little cousin, you called me over, did you ask me for something?"

Han Zhan's gray-blue eyes glanced at Han Wangwang displeasedly, with an unhappy tone: "Speak quietly."

Han Wangwang was taken aback. She looked around the office, but she felt strange that she didn't see the third person. "There is no one else here, so you are afraid of being heard?" Han Wangwang's eyes floated under Han Zhan's desk subconsciously.

"Uncle Little Cousin, don't you hide people under your table..." Han Wangwang looked at a lot of messy things, and a lot of **** flashed through his mind.

Han Zhan sneered and mocked her: "The laundry detergent that your little watch bought is very good at decontamination. Someday you have time to go to our house. I will let your little watch wash your brainwashing."

Han Wangwang opened his mouth and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Aunt Xiaobiao should be the first to decontaminate..."

Han Zhan raised his eyebrows and couldn't refute it.

The brain of his porcelain treasure is indeed a bit dirty.

With an uncomfortable cough, Han Zhan tilted his head to look at the closed door of the lunch break room, and then told Han Wangwang: "Your little cousin is taking a nap inside."

Han Wangwang realized, nodded hurriedly, and whispered: "Yes." She dropped her bag, got up and walked to Han Zhan's desk, squatting down on his desk, tilting her head to watch Han Zhan work. .

Her little cousin is so handsome when he doesn't speak. When I speak, that vicious face makes people want to hit someone.

After admiring the beauty of his little cousin for a while, Han Wangwang asked him again: "Little cousin, what is it?"

Han Zhan directly turned the computer around, and pointed the screen at Han Wangwang. "Do you know this person?"

Han Wangwang glanced at the computer screen and saw a handsome man, but with a violent look between his eyes. Han Wangwang nodded without expression. "Yes, surname Cheng, has been harassing me recently."

Han Wangwang didn't know what the younger cousin asked Cheng Ziang was doing. She asked Han Zhan doubtfully: "What's wrong with this person? Is there a problem?"

Han Zhan said: "His name is Cheng Ziang and he is the second master of Chuandong Group."

Han Wangwang nodded again: "I know."

"He's chasing you?" Han Zhan asked again.

Han Wangwang pouted her lips, very self-aware. She said, "He just wants to soak me."

Seeing that she knew how many catties her charm was, Han Zhan was very pleased, "Knowing that he just wants to soak you, it seems that you are not too stupid."

Upon hearing this, Han Wangwang rolled his eyes at him.

"Don't stare at me, it's no rules." Han Zhan stretched out his left hand, put his palm on Han Wangwang's forehead, and turned her face to the other side.

Staring at Han Wangwang's profile, Han Zhan threw down the bait: "You do me a favor. After it's done, I will persuade your father to allow him to study at Southern Medical University."

Han Wangwang knocked out Han Zhan's hand, raised his head, staring at Han Zhan brightly, and whispered in surprise: "Really!"

"Be quiet." Han Zhan disliked Han Wangwang's loud voice.

The sky is big and the wife sleeps the most.

Han Wangwang quickly closed his mouth and made a gesture of closing the zipper.

Han Wangwang has a high IQ and a good talent for mathematics. Her father hopes that she can become a mathematician and scientist in the future. But Han Wangwangzhi is not here, she wants to be a military doctor.

Han Wangwang stretched out his hand and pulled Han Zhan's clothes eagerly. He had a dog leg and behaved with Han Zhan: "Little cousin, what do you want me to do. As long as it's not murder and arson, I dare!"

Like a loving elder, Han Zhan patted Han Wangwang's shoulder gently, and whispered to her: "Yes, there is a grudge between me and this man named Cheng Ziang that needs to be dealt with. Wangwang, you, Do what I say..."

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