Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

"This is your high school?"

"Yes." Han Zhan took off his seat belt and said to Song Ci: "The pea jelly here is really delicious, you will love it."

Song Ci followed Han Zhan and got out of the car, walked to the small stall on the left of the school gate, and saw an old grandfather setting up a stall. In front of his stall, there was a small bowl of jelly. The jelly looked very clean, a bit like crystal clear lychee meat.

Han Zhan is too tall to squat down to talk to Grandpa. "Master, bring me two bowls of cake, one with coriander and one without."

Song Ci gathered the skirt and squatted down following Han Zhan. She saw the grandpa cut the bowl cake horizontally and vertically into slices with a razor blade, and sprinkled them with the secret garlic sauce.

Song Ci actually resisted when he smelled the fragrance. She doesn't usually eat this kind of heavy-tasting food, and she always feels a smell of garlic in her mouth.

The uncle handed the bowl of cake to Han Zhan, "Here, it was originally 8 yuan, you buy two, I will charge you 15."

Han Zhan caught the jelly and said, "The price has increased. It used to cost three yuan each." He said, scanning WeChat with his mobile phone.

The uncle was irritated by Han Zhan. He rolled his eyes and complained: "When a bowl was three yuan, I was still your uncle, and now it's your uncle."

Han Zhan raised his eyebrows, feeling that this was reasonable, he was no longer poor.

Song Ci and Han Zhan sat under the umbrella and ate jelly. Han Zhan hadn't eaten this for a long time, and had a good time. When he just ate the fifth piece, he suddenly heard Song Ci ask, "Does Du Xueyan like this too?"

Han Zhan choked his throat with a mouthful of jelly.

He struggled to swallow the jelly and noticed that Song Ci had not eaten a bite before saying: "She doesn't like to eat. Her idol has a heavy burden and dislikes the smell of garlic."

"Oh." Song Ci then put a piece of jelly into his mouth.

Han Zhan sat stiffly on the bench, a little fidgeting. Song Ci swallowed the jelly and gave a two-character evaluation: "Yes." She gracefully dried a bowl of jelly and stood up.

Standing in the scorching sun, Song Ci called Han Zhan's name, "Han Zhan."

Han Zhan looked up and saw Song porcelain burgundy curly hair exuding a hazy luster in the sun, charming and beautiful, but the expression on her face looked stubborn. Song Ci said: "Han Zhan, I don't like to eat such a strong taste. But if you like it, I am willing to accompany you."

After a pause, Song Ci said again: "You have to cherish." Abandoning these words, she turned her head and walked into a small shop to buy a bottle of lemonade.

After taking a sip of lemonade, Song Ci lowered his head and tightened the cap, only to find that the spokesperson of the lemonade was Du Xueyan, and her portrait was printed on the bottle. Song porcelain completely became the lemon essence under the lemon tree.

Han Zhan walked over, snatched her lemonade, threw the bottle into the trash can, and then stuffed a candy into her hand. Song Ci lowered his head, looked at the toffee in his palm, and said nothing.

"Eat something sweet and drink less sour," Han Zhan said.

After a moment of silence, Song Ci peeled off the toffee and stuffed it into his mouth.

With the tip of the tongue against the candy, it turned in his mouth for a while, and there was a sweet and greasy taste in his mouth. Song Ci stood up and looked at Han Zhan. Song Ci pointed to his chest, drooped his eyelids, and said, "Han Zhan, I feel uncomfortable here. I still feel uncomfortable after eating sugar."

Han Zhan's expression moved slightly.

There were some tears in Song Ci's eyes. She said, "I seem to like you a little bit."

Han Zhan's throat throbbed.

Suddenly, his heart felt uncomfortable, and his heart seemed to be torn open, and the sweetness was poured in. Han Zhan hugged Song Ci, "It's all over, Song Ci. I can correct any shortcomings, but my past cannot be changed."

Song Ci muffled and said, "I understand the truth, but I just feel uncomfortable."

Han Zhan really had no choice. He had no other way except to hug Song Ci tightly. After a while, Song Ci cleared herself up, she got out of Han Zhan's arms and reminded him: "It's time to go. Grandpa is still waiting for us to go back for lunch."

Han Zhan was worried, and looked at Song Ci seriously for a moment, and saw that Song Ci was really calm down, and then he took her hand and sat back in the car again.

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When the car drove to the suburbs, there were fewer vehicles, and the farmland and the three-story building leaped into the eye. Song Ci put down the window and stared at the endless green rice. She imagined Han Zhan rolling up his trouser legs and planting rice seedlings in the fields, and she couldn't help but laugh.

Song Ci asked Han Zhan: "These are second-season rice?"

"Yeah." Han Zhan told Song Ci: "It will be harvested in one month."

"Now are harvesters harvesting?"

"Ok."

Song Ci rubbed her hands and looked forward to it. She asked Han Zhan, "What ripe fruits are there now in Grandpa's house?"

"Hawthorn, chestnut, jujube, almost all can be picked."

Song Ci rolled up his sleeves and said, "Then I have to pick chestnuts and make chestnut roast chicken for you."

"Row."

The car turned a corner and drove onto an asphalt trail. Song Ci heard Han Zhan say: "It's coming soon. This is the house hidden among the trees."

Song Ci looked up and saw Han Zhan pointing at a self-built forest villa on the mountainside in front. The big yellow-to-red tiled villa is hidden in the forest, revealing luxury and mystery in a low-key, completely different from what Song Ci imagined.

"It turned out to be a forest villa. I thought Grandpa's house was an ordinary self-built villa in the countryside."

Han Zhan told Song Ci: "This was designed by my grandmother when she was alive."

"This should be the most luxurious villa around ten miles around you."

Han Zhan made a joke: "This is the hometown of the richest man after all."

Song Ci originally thought that when he arrived at his grandfather's house, he would be seen as a national treasure by the villagers. After arriving at Grandpa's house, Song Ci realized that there was no one near this kilometer.

Most of the doors of the villagers were built along the road, while Han Aoyu’s house was built halfway up the mountain. A wall enclosing the location of more than 300 meters near the villa was planned to be built into a garden, a court, a swimming pool, and a school ground. Follow the vegetable field.

At the entrance of the villa, on a formidable black iron gate, the word'Han Zhai' was written.

This majestic style, who dare to come to visit the neighbors?

Not only Han Aoyu lives in this house, but also his housekeeper Zhong Buhui, and two officers responsible for protecting the life of the old man. Seeing Han Zhan came back, the uncle named Lin Chong'an opened the door and stood aside and gave a military salute to Han Zhan.

Han Zhan put down the car window and returned him a military salute.

"Zhan Zhan, long time no see, have you come back to see grandpa with your wife?" Lin Chong'an glanced at Song Ci and his eyes lit up. Zhong Buhui didn't lie, the daughter-in-law Zhan Zhan looked for was indeed a great beauty.

Han Zhan said helplessly: "Uncle Lin, I'm over 30 years old, don't call me Zhan Zhan anymore."

Lin Chong'an said: "What about you in your thirties, I will always be ten years older than you. In front of me, you have always been a child."

Han Zhan gave up struggling.

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Congratulations to Song Ci, I am tempted by Han Zhan