Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

After listening to Han Zhan's plan, Han Wangwang's expression was extremely serious and solemn.

"Little cousin, you are too human." Han Wangwang rubbed the goose bumps on his arm, and said with a look of fear: "I haven't offended you, right?" She was afraid that she would be sold by Han Zhan one day. Don't know the inside story.

Han Zhan snorted coldly and ignored her.

"I did this deal." Han Wangwang poked Han Zhan's arm and reminded him: "But you have to guarantee that you can do my dad's education work."

"Ok."

Han Wangwang was satisfied.

"Then I'm leaving." Han Wangwang walked to the sofa and picked up his backpack, then turned back to Han Zhan and acted like a baby: "Little cousin, I'm tight these days, and support your poor cousin niece."

Han Zhan looked at Han Wangwang without any warmth, and cruelly rejected her request for help, "Wangwang, your little cousin, you just got married recently, and you have to support your family, and you have a lot of money."

"Stingy!" Stomping his feet, Han Wangwang shook her dreadlocks and left quickly.

Song Ci was awakened by Han Wangwang's stingy. She opened the door and walked out with her hair slightly tousled. "Who was here just now?"

Han Zhan stared at her slightly tousled hair, feeling very cute. "Want Wang Dog."

"Your cousin?" Song Ci asked him, "Tell her about Cheng Ziang?"

"Tell her."

"That's good."

Song Ci went to the bathroom to tidy up her appearance, then walked to the sofa and sat down, picked up the needle and wool, and continued to fight. She spent five days working overtime and finally rushed out the sweater before returning to Sunshin City.

After the sweater was knitted, Song Ci folded it, put it in a beautiful gift box, and packed it into the suitcase.

Tomorrow, he will return to Sunshin, and Song Ci has to prepare.

Hearing Han Zhan said that his grandfather lived in the country, it was the first time Han Zhan took his wife home. Song Ci thought of the peasant women in the village who love gossip and lively temperament. She decided to dress beautifully and give him Han Ge a face.

For this reason, Song Ci deliberately spent a whole day dressing up.

When Han Zhan came back late at night, Song Ci was still not asleep, so she wandered in bed to play with her mobile phone. Han Zhan saw that she was not asleep, so he asked, "Waiting for me?"

Nodded, Song Ci said, "It's a little bit soon, is work so busy?"

Han Zhan took off his clothes and said, “There are too many things to deal with. It must be arranged. Tonight, Li Li and them are working overtime with me.” He wanted to kiss Song Ci and felt tired all day. The smell was bad, and he said, "I'll take a bath first."

He quickly took a battle bath, brushed his teeth, and then Han Zhan went straight into the bed without wearing pajamas. Song Ci glanced at his arm muscles exposed outside the quilt, and asked him with a smile, "What about a hooligan?"

Han Zhan: "Don't you just like me playing a rogue?"

Song Ci raised his eyebrows.

Han Zhan suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Song Ci's mobile phone in his palm, and muttered like an elder who cared for his younger generations: "Don't lie down and play with mobile phones. It's not good for your eyes. You are a pilot, and you must protect your eyes."

Song Ci obediently gave the phone to Han Zhan.

Only then did Han Zhan realize that Song Ci's hair had grown longer, and it was still wavy and curly! "What's the matter with your hair?" Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's long hair, stroked it curiously, and found that it turned out to be very soft, it should be real hair.

Song Ci picked up the end of her hair and swept it at the end of Han Zhan's eyes, "It's received." Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Does it look good?"

Han Zhan nodded, "It looks good. Where does this hair come from..."

"My own." At the time, Song Ci cut all her hair short in the hospital. Afterwards, Song Ci asked Li Li to help buy a box, and she put the broken hair away. "The barber said this can only be kept for a while, and I will cut it again when that happens."

At that time, her own hair was also long, even if it was cut, it was probably shoulder-length.

Han Zhan looked at her long hair, and couldn't help feeling a little when he thought of her charming appearance when she first saw Song Ci. "Actually, your long hair is pretty, it's a pity..." What a pity, he didn't say clearly.

Song Ci could understand Han Zhan's unfinished words. She asked Han Zhan, "You don't like long hair because of Du Xueyan?" When she mentioned Du Xueyan, Song Ci was sour in her heart.

Han Zhan: "Not really, it's mainly because after I broke up with her, my grandpa saw that I never had a new love life, and thought I would never forget Du Xueyan. He was afraid that I would hang on a tree, so he arranged for me Many blind dates, almost every blind date is selected according to Du Xueyan's image."

"I was forced to go on a blind date several times, and I met such a disgusting lady..."

Song Ci was aroused by curiosity, and she asked, "What did she do."

Han Zhan didn't really want to talk about it, but couldn't bear Song Ci to act like a baby, and finally said it. "At the scene of the blind date, the young lover she had taken care of rushed over, poured coffee on me, and scolded me as a male vixen..." Han Zhan looked embarrassed.

Song Ci was stunned, then burst into laughter. "Blind dates are risky, Brother Han is not easy!"

Han Zhan thinks about it now and feels funny, "I was very angry at the time. After that time, my grandfather never arranged a blind date for me again. And I, for the kind of beautiful girl with long hair , All have a kind of fear and jealousy."

And the long hair, charming, enchanting figure, and beautiful Song Ci, became the kind of woman Han Zhan most feared.

Knowing that Han Zhan hated long hair was not because of Du Xueyan, Song Ci felt better. "Sleep." She put on her blindfold, and when she was about to fall asleep, she heard Han Zhan ask: "Is everything packed?"

"Packed up."

"Is there enough cover?"

Song Ci opened her eyes. She did not answer the question, but asked him with interest: "How much is enough?"

Han Zhan: "You can figure it out."

Song Ci smeared and turned off the lights, "Sleep!"

Song Ci was a heavy sleeper, and was awakened by Han Zhan in the morning. "It's time to get up, we have to go to the airport."

"Woo..." Song Ci was picked up by Han Zhan in a daze and stuffed it into the bathroom. When Leng Towel was photographed on his face, Song Ci immediately became sober. She quickly washed her face, brushed her teeth, changed her clothes, and spent some time putting on makeup.

When she was ready, Han Zhan had already prepared breakfast. After breakfast, the two went out carrying a suitcase. Entering the elevator, Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Did the driver not come?"

"Today we drove by ourselves. Let the car leave the airport, and Long Yu will drive back later."

Song Ci rubbed her hands and asked Han Zhan, "Can I drive?"

Han Zhan glanced at her, did not agree or refuse, his expression was a little expectant. Song Ci kissed him on tiptoe, and Han Zhan's pretending indifferent expression could no longer be stretched. He held up the key and said, "I'll drive you under 60 yards."

"Yes!" Song Ci snatched the key.

In the underground garage, Song Ci got into the driver's seat, Han Zhan sat in the co-pilot, and put on his seat belt for the first time.

Upon seeing this, Song Ci laughed at him: "Afraid?"

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