Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

After knowing the truth, Su Beibei would occasionally think of the boy who lost his father overnight, but had to kneel down and beg her for forgiveness.

I don’t know. After selling the house with his mother at a low price, what happened to the homeless mother and son? The boy who looked so arrogant and arrogant back then, did he grow up to become an outstanding man? Or was it squandered by life, leaving school early for everyone?

Re-meeting the 29-year-old Li Li again, Su Beibei could no longer recognize him.

The 29-year-old Li Li has grown up like a reborn, and he has no trace of his youth. He has suffered the most and suffered the most grievances, but the hardships of life have not broken his pride.

He is like a bamboo shoot born from a broken picture, and grows into a towering bamboo.

Su Beibei couldn't help reaching out and rubbing Li Li's brows and eyes, she felt a little distressed for Li Li.

"I'm sorry, I forgive you."

Li Li in his sleep realized that someone was touching him, he smiled, and stretched out his hand to embrace Su Beibei in his arms, holding her hand to stop her from moving.

"go to bed!"

Su Beibei thought about it for a long time, and finally fell asleep.

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Song Ci stayed in Gmunden for a few days and then returned to China with Han Zhan.

During his honeymoon these days, Han Zhan has never touched a job. Once he returned to China, Han Zhan devoted a lot of work. Only ten days before the wedding, Song Ci is also busy.

All her wedding dresses and dresses were revised, and Song Ci went to the store for an autopsy to finalize the makeup and styling for the wedding day.

The next day, Song Ci distributed the wedding invitations to those close friends and relatives. At night, Song Ci was sitting on a chair in the dining room, resting her cheek in one hand, staring at the light purple wedding invitation left on the table in a daze.

As if finally made a decision, Song Ci stood up, took the invitation and went upstairs. She stuffed the invitation card into her bag, took a shower, and went to bed early.

Han Zhan came back after twelve o'clock and saw that Song Ci was asleep. He didn't even take a bath. He just lay down beside Song Ci and accompany her to sleep.

The next morning, Song Ci woke up in the sound of Han Zhan's bath. She sat up, staring at Han Zhan in the bathroom, peeking openly. Han Zhan finished washing soon. He walked out wearing a bath towel and explained to her: "I didn't take a bath because I was afraid of waking you up last night."

Han Zhan took off his bath towels and put on trousers, and said, "I have accumulated a lot of work, so I won't eat breakfast with you. Remember to eat on time."

"Good Brother Han."

Song Ci kissed Han Zhan.

Han Zhan put on his shirt and vest again. He suddenly said: "It's going to cool down next month."

Song Ci: "Yes."

Han Zhan: "It's time to wear sweaters." He still missed Song Ci's handmade sweaters.

Song Ci smiled helplessly, "I have to personally supervise the wedding these few days. It is quite busy. When the wedding is over, I will knit some sweaters for you, OK?"

"it is good!"

Han Zhan Suo gave a good morning kiss and went to work.

Song Ci made himself a green and healthy breakfast, carefully selected and matched his clothes, and went out on time at nine o'clock.

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This is a spacious piano room on the top floor. There are floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides of the piano room, and the transparent gauze curtains of gradient colors are fluttering lightly by the wind. The piano room is very empty, with only a simple grand piano and an antique zither.

In the morning sun, in front of the French window to the north, standing next to the window was a man wearing a pure white gown with bare feet. His slightly long black hair is fixed on top of his head with a black hosta, and his face is round and round, like mutton jade, warm and beautiful.

A closer look at this person's face can see the light traces left by the years, but the elegance and leisure on his body dilute the cruelty of the years.

He held a violin with his left hand, and his right hand was as white as jade, holding a bow engraved with the word ‘North’. The melodious sound of the piano sounded, and the soul was washed clean.

On the big tree outside the window, the birds kept crying.

The sound of piano, wind, and bird singing are gathered together, which is the most pleasant sound of nature.

Song Ci sat in the car, looking up at the man standing by the window, his eyes slightly hot. "teacher..."

After the practice, Shen Yubei collected the violin and walked out of the piano room barefoot. He came downstairs and heard the butler say: "Mr. Shen, did you invite a friend to be a guest today?"

Shen Yubei took the coffee from the housekeeper, walked to the courtyard, and said as he walked, "No, why, someone called you?" As the most famous violinist and musician in the world, there is always so much every day. A group of people wanted to visit Shen Yubei.

If Shen Yubei's favor is to send his children to his school as students, then it is because of the blue smoke on the ancestral grave.

The butler said: "No, I saw a car parked at the door, thinking it was your friend visiting, so I asked."

Hearing this, Shen Yubei suddenly changed the direction of his feet and walked outside the gate with his coffee. He walked through the small courtyard and came to the gate, and he saw a car parked in the gate.

It was the Aoyu No. 1 smart electric car. Shen Yubei also bought one, but it won’t be delivered until next week.

Shen Yubei walked into the car and said to the person in the car: "Friend."

Hearing Shen Yubei's voice, Song Ci's back tightened. She squeezed the steering wheel tightly, a little at a loss. Shen Yubei walked to the driver's seat. He bent slightly and looked into the car. "This is a private residence, you cannot park your car..."

Song Ci suddenly raised his head and looked at Shen Yubei blushing. "Teacher..." She called the teacher softly.

Seeing Song Ci's face, Shen Yubei suddenly fell silent.

He glanced at Song Ci deeply, suddenly straightened his waist, and said blankly, "Miss, this is a private residence, please move the car away."

At this time, the butler also came over. "Mr. Shen, what happened?"

Holding the coffee, Shen Yubei turned to the housekeeper and said, "Please move the car away, this lady is not a parking lot." After speaking, he returned to the house with the coffee.

The butler bent over and was about to ask Song Ci to move away, but when he looked down, he was stunned on the spot when he saw Song Ci's face.

"Are you...Song girl?" Although not seen for many years, Song Ci's appearance has changed a lot from that of a young girl, but Song Ci's reputation in Wangdongcheng over the years is very strong. The housekeeper knows Song Ci.

The housekeeper knew better, in Mr. Shen's heart, how important Song Ci's position was. Mr. Shen loves Song Ci very much. He has been paying attention to Song Ci's situation all these years, and he must hope that Song Ci can come back to him.

It's just that Mr. Shen is arrogant and refuses to admit his care for Song Ci.

After all, Song Ci voluntarily gave up the violin, which disappointed Mr. Shen.

Song Cichong's housekeeper nodded and shouted: "Uncle Liang."

"Song girl!" Steward Liang looked back at the white shadow in the yard. He frowned in embarrassment and said to Song Ci: "Song girl, your teacher is getting angry, look..."

"Uncle Liang don't have to worry, I'll take care of this myself." Song Ci opened the car door, took the bag, and walked to the door.