Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Han Zhan's pupils trembled slightly, "Why do you ask." Although Song Fei had already guessed the reason why Song Fei was waiting here, Han Zhan was still a little surprised when he heard this from Song Fei.

This person is really smart.

Song Fei stared at Han Zhan's knee joint, and didn't believe what Han Zhan said to Song Ci this morning. "Arthralgia is just the reason you used to perfuse Song Ci. You just refused to kneel and kowtow to my parents. Your eyes tell me that you don't like our mother very much. You must know our mother."

Song Fei's insight is really amazing. Han Zhan thought about denying, thought about lying, but in the end he decided to treat Song Fei honestly. Nothing else, just because Song Fei is Song Ci's family.

"Yes, I know."

Hearing this, Song Fei's gaze became even deeper and stern when he saw him. "How did you know her?"

"Sorry, Sister Fei, I don't want to lie to you, but I don't want to talk about it for the time being."

"Heh, I don't want to say..." Song Fei looked at Han Zhan closely, and Han Zhan let her look, his expression was always calm and calm, unlike a ghost in his heart.

After a while, Song Ci looked back, and then she took a small black pill from her pocket.

Song Fei played with that little pill, just like a kid playing with marbles. Han Zhan stared at the black pill in Song Fei's hand and narrowed his eyes. Intuition tells him that that thing is not a good thing.

While playing, Song Fei said: "Everyone who has met my mother knows that our sisters look almost exactly the same as my mother. You hate my mother, but you marry Song Ci, who looks the same as my mother.. ."

"Han Zhan, what is your intention?"

Han Zhan frowned and was about to explain, when he suddenly saw Song Fei raising his right hand and throwing the black pill into the chicken coop of the neighbor next door.

Han Zhan turned his head and looked over, and saw a puff of smoke coming out of the place where the pill fell, but within a few seconds, three or four chickens fell to the ground and struggled, losing their vitality in an instant.

Upon seeing this, Han Zhan's pupils tightened!

Next to the ear, Song Fei’s voice did not have a hint of warmth, and he got into Han Zhan’s ears: “Han Zhan, don’t hurt my sister. Who are your godmothers, I can make you a handful of ashes in a jar!"

Song Fei said that he would make Han Zhan a handful of ashes, and he really had the ability to make him a handful of ashes.

You see, those chickens are the best examples?

Depressing the stormy waves in his heart, Han Zhan told Song Fei: "I really have no other thoughts on Song Ci. I never thought of hurting Song Ci. You can rest assured that Song Fei." Han Zhan said softly. Minor, for fear of angering this dangerous element who makes a difference and reports to society.

Song Fei snorted coldly, "Preferably." She turned and left.

Han Zhan stared at the few fallen chickens in the chicken coop. He hesitated for a moment before he walked back to Song Ci's house in a hurry.

Yan Jiang stood by the window upstairs, watching the scene that happened on the snow just now, and some doubts arose in his heart. What are Afei and Han Zhan talking about with Song Ci behind his back? Why did Han Zhan anger Song Fei?

At eleven o'clock, Song Ci returned from a neighbor's house, and when he came back, he was still carrying a package of farm produce. There are fragrant dried seeds, bacon sausage and salted duck eggs. After Song Ci entered the house, he put the things on the table, found two bags, and planned to divide the things into one for Song Fei and Yan Jiang.

Han Zhan has a job. He hides in the room upstairs. Song Fei didn't like to cook, so he sat on the sofa and read the newly published literary papers in The Lancet. And Yan Jiang, once the most beautiful man in the entertainment industry, can only walk into the kitchen without complaint and put on an apron to cook.

Song Ci told Song Fei and Yan Jiang, "Weird thing, a few of the chickens from Aunt Zhu's house next door suddenly died, so that Aunt Zhu thought she had chicken disease, so she called a vet."

Yan Jiang cast a stare at Song Fei on the sofa.

Song Fei didn't look up, and said, "It might be cold to death."

Song Ci was surprised, "Can the chicken be cold to death?"

Song Fei said blankly: "People can be killed in the cold, why can't chickens? You forgot, the little match girl was frozen to death."

Song Ci still didn't believe Song Fei's words, "I think it might be chicken plague." After Song Ci packed the things, he shouted upstairs: "Brother Han, what do you want to eat, I will make it for you?"

Han Zhan walked out of the bedroom and stood upstairs in the hallway and replied: "Sour and hot potato shreds, a little spicy."

"It's sour and spicy, is this pregnant?" Song Ci muttered, or went into the kitchen to make hot and sour potato shreds.

Peeling potatoes with Song Ci characters, Yan Jiang stared at the dried beef in the pot. He looked back at Song Ci several times, his expression hesitant to say, and he wanted to tell Song Ci the scene he saw today.

But Song Fei deliberately avoided Song Ci and Han Zhan's private meeting, just because Song Ci didn't want to know about it. So Yan Jiang was entangled, should he tell Song Ci about this?

"Always see what I do?" Song Ci glanced back at Yan Jiang, and said, "Look at your food, don't confuse it. Stare at me again. Be careful. I tell Song Fei."

Yan Jiang poured a little more boiled water into the pot, and the dried beef will taste more fragrant after cooking for a while.

The last time Han Zhan and Song Fei conspired to entrap Mu Mian, they really deceived Yan Jiang. Yan Jiang can understand the feeling of being kept in the dark. Yan Jiang and Song Ci are brothers and sisters, and the two have a very good relationship. In the end, Yan Jiang still feels telling Song Ci.

Yan Jiang turned around and leaned against the counter, shouting, "Song Song."

Song Ci threw the potatoes into the basin, picked up the second unpeeled potato, and hummed without raising his head. "what happened?"

Yan Jiang decided to test Song Ci's tone first, and asked Song Ci: "Song Fei and Han Zhan, is there something that is hiding from you?"

Song Ci's peeling of potatoes stopped suddenly. She glanced back at Song Fei first, and saw that Song Fei was focused on reading the paper. Then she approached Yan Jiang and asked him, "You also found it?"

and also?

Yan Jiang was taken aback, "You know? Hey, I thought you didn't know. I just hesitated for a long time to tell you about this." Seeing Song Ci knows, Yan Jiang no longer has any worries. Tell her what you saw in the morning.

"I just found out today. Didn't Han Zhan send you to teach homework to the kid next door in the morning? He was stopped by Afei on his way home."

Song Ci said calmly: "I found out that they had sneaked together and talked a long time ago. I was afraid they were plotting something again. Did you hear what they said today?"

"I don't know what they said, so I saw Ah Fei suddenly got angry and threw a poison at the chicken coop. Several chickens fell to the ground and died. Good fellow, I saw that scene upstairs. The heart is scared to stop."

Hearing that the chickens were poisoned by Song Fei, Song Ci became angry. "Why is Song Fei like this! She was so poisoned to death from other people's chickens, how can we have the face to see Aunt Zhu in the future!"

Seeing that Song Ci was angry, Yan Jiang said quickly: "If it weren't for really angry, A Fei would definitely not do that kind of thing." He asked Song Ci, "Do you know how Han Zhan provoke A Fei?"

Song Ci shook his head, "Where do I know."

"I thought you knew..."

Song Ci said, "I actually didn't find anything. I told you just now that I saw them talking together in private, but I actually lied to you." I didn't think that Yan Jiang was so cheating.

When Song Ci returned from Aunt Zhu's house before, he saw the footprints of Han Zhan and Song Fei on the ground, and knew that they had met in private. She was distressed that she couldn't know what the two people did when they met in private, so Yan Jiang sent the information to the door.

Knowing that Song Ci was deliberately misleading himself so that he could tell everything about it, Yan Jiang once again realized the evil of Song Ci. "Song Ci, you are too treacherous, how can you deceive me!" Yan Jiang regretted knowing this little liar.

Song Ci snorted, "If a woman doesn't be treacherous, how can she go to the world?" After speaking, Song Ci dropped the potatoes and went to the living room.

Song Ci stood beside the sofa with arms folded, bowed his head and said to Song Fei, "Song Fei, come out."

Song Fei opened her eyelids and glanced at Song Ci indifferently. Seeing that Song Ci seemed to be angry, she stood up slowly, pulled her slippers and walked out behind Song Ci.

Upon seeing this, Yan Jiang was the first two adults. He was really afraid that the two sisters would fight outside, so he quickly turned off the fire and ran out.

Yan Jiang hid under the door and overheard the conversation between the sisters——

"Why did Han Zhan provoke you? You scared him like that." This was Song Ci's voice.

Song Fei: "How did you know?" After a little thought, Song Fei guessed the key point. "Yan Jiang told you?" His man's elbow was turned outside, which was too much to clean up.

Song Ci is like an old hen who protects her cubs. She is so vicious that she asks Song Fei for an explanation: "Don't care who told me, you just tell me, how did Han Zhan annoy you? He is my man, you If you bully me, you still bully my man! Song Fei, if you have something to say clearly, don't bully him behind my back."

Hearing this, Song Fei directly scolded Song Ci: "Are you a fool?"

Song Ci: "You always call me a idiot, you call me stupid no matter how smart you are."

Song Fei was speechless and helpless. "Idiot, don't you see that Han Zhan knows our mother?"

Hearing this, Song Ci asked her instead: "Why do you think Han Zhan knows our mother?"

Song Fei was disappointed with Song Ci who knew nothing about it.

How could she have such a stupid sister? Eyes are a good thing, and she uses them for electric discharge.

Song Fei told Song Ci: "Today I went to the tombstone of my parents, and I noticed that when Han Zhan looked at our mother's name, his eyes were disgusting and resistant. This shows that Han Zhan is very likely to know our mother. Even if you don't know him, you know our mother! There should be grievances between him and our mother!"

"And our sisters look very similar to her mother. Han Zhanming obviously hates her mother, but married you. Do you think this is suspicious?"

"Song Ci, don't you understand? I'm afraid that he will marry you because of unpredictable intentions. I am worried that he will hurt you, so I will go to him behind your back to ask for an explanation!" But she was kind, but Song Ci misinterpreted it.

This idiot also came to help Han Zhan be fair!

What a silly sweet!

Love brain!

After listening to Song Fei's explanation, Song Ci did not show any expression of shock or surprise.

Upon seeing this, Song Fei couldn't help but glanced at her more. Thinking about the reason why Song Ci was so calm, Song Fei's expression couldn't help becoming serious. "Have you noticed it a long time ago?"

Song Ci nodded. "Yes. I found something wrong a long time ago."

Song Fei was a little surprised. "You would know..." Song Fei really found it incredible that Song Ci could find out about it. He didn't realize that Song Ci was also a brainy person.

Song Ci said, "I'm not really blind. I can see something." In the morning before his parents' tombstone, Song Ci found that Han Zhan's expression was a little wrong when he looked at his mother's name.

Song Ci also told Song Fei: "In fact, I have long discovered that there is a problem. When I returned to my hometown in Hunan with Han Zhan last time, I saw a picture of Han Zhan’s mother. Sister, Han Zhan’s mother looked like us when she laughed. 'S mother, is this a coincidence?"

Song Ci was a little uneasy, and she asked Song Fei, "Sister, do you think this incident reveals strange things everywhere?"

"How to say?"

"Han Zhan told me that his father is a drug lord, and his mother is just a lover of his father. He said that his father had a first love who couldn’t love him, so he found him because he couldn’t get that woman. Many lovers who are similar to that woman...Today, in front of my mother's tombstone, I noticed the way Han Zhan looked at our mother's name. I was thinking..."

Song Ci stopped. She stared at Song Fei anxiously, bit her lip, and whispered: "I'm wondering, will our mother be the first love of that drug lord!"

Song Fei's expression changed slightly. "What's that person's name? Han Zhan's father."

"I don't know." Song Ci shook her head. She said, "Han Zhan didn't tell me the specific identity of his father. I only know that he is a big drug lord. But these things are just my guess. What the real situation is, only Han Zhan himself knows best."

Song Fei frowned, thinking that Han Zhan was really troublesome. "You shouldn't marry him!"

"Don't say that. Under the circumstances at the time, the only one I could find that could help me and who knew the bottom line was Han Zhan. Besides..." Song Ci suddenly laughed, and she told Song Fei frankly: " It's ridiculous to say that I marry him because I want to use him, but I seem to really fall in love with him."

Song Fei only felt that hating iron could not become steel, and could not help but bit her silver teeth.

Hearing a sudden sound of footsteps in the room, the footsteps stopped behind the door. Song Fei hooked her lips and asked Song Ci with a cold face: "Little idiot, you don't worry about Han Zhan marrying you. Bad intentions? Are you not afraid of him hurting you?"

After thinking about it, Song Ci said, "I'm afraid too."

"But even if he marries me for another purpose. In the past few months, what he has done for me is true, and it is true to care for my heart that loves me." Han Zhan is sincere about himself, Song Ci can feel it.

"If Han Zhan really wanted to use me and hurt me, then I wouldn't be able to get up and be used by him like a fool." Song Ci smiled frankly, with a sense of freedom and fearlessness in his smile. "I, Song Ci, are not the kind of woman who can't live without a man. He Han Zhan is sorry to me, can't I just kick him and live my single life?"

Mu Mian is dead, Song Ci is no longer worried about her life, she is really free of pressure now. "Actually, I'm waiting for the day when Han Zhan takes the initiative to tell me the truth." Song Ci has long seen that there are many secrets hidden in Han Zhan's heart, and she is waiting for the day when Han Zhan takes the initiative to tell her.

She continued to wait, but there were only two results, either Han Zhan confessed and lenient, or Song Ci was discouraged.

Song Fei asked again: "What if he keeps not talking?"

Song Ci squinted his eyes and stared at the messy footprints on the snow in the distance, his expression cold. "A man who doesn't really take me to heart, what do I want him to do."

Song Fei's expression was a little better when she heard this. "Well, that's right."

Inside the house, Yan Jiang turned his head and saw Han Zhan standing behind him with a deep face. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. When did the goods come? Patting Han Zhan on the shoulder, Yan Jiang lowered his voice and asked him, "Go to the backyard to chat?"

Han Zhan glanced at the sisters on the eaves, nodded, and left the living room with Yan Jiang lightly to the backyard.

Song Fei's ears moved. He heard the footsteps of the two people in the room, and then said to Song Ci: "It's cold outside, go in." After lying on the bed for eight years, Song Fei was used to using his ears. Listen to all sounds.

When talking with Song Ci just now, Song Fei discovered that Han Zhan had come downstairs. She deliberately asked Song Ci in front of Han Zhan’s face. She wanted to give Han Zhan a wake-up call and let Han Zhan listen to Song. The truth from porcelain.

Fortunately, Song Ci was also great, and Song Fei was satisfied with what he said. As for what choice Han Zhan would make, Song Fei didn't care.

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When he came to the backyard, Yan Jiang took out the cigarette case and took out the cigarette on the side. Before Yan Jiang could bite the cigarette, Han Zhan swiftly snatched the cigarette.

Yan Jiang stared at him with anger.

Han Zhan bit the cigarette, just lit it, and before he had time to take a sip, he heard Yan Jiang quietly saying, "Aren't you preparing for pregnancy?" Han Zhan froze, quickly took the cigarette from his teeth and pinched it with his hands. , Just play without smoking.

Yan Jiang is also smart. After listening to the sisters' conversation, he guessed that Han Zhan had many secrets in his heart.

Yan Jiang has no hobby of spying on other people's privacy. He patted Han Zhan on the shoulder and told him: "Mr. Han, listen to my persuasion, be frank and open your mind, and the relationship can last longer. Some secrets are like a buried one. The thorn in the finger flesh, even if it is absorbed by the flesh, there is still a fleshy bump."

Han Zhan frowned and said nothing.

Yan Jiang said, "I know Song Song very well. She is willing to give you the opportunity. When you take the initiative to confess, you have to cherish it. You have to understand that there is a time limit for her waiting."

There are few secrets between Yan Jiang and Song Ci, and Yan Jiang also knows the reasons and transactions of Han Zhan and Song Ci's marriage. He had to remind Han Zhan: "Mr. Han, don't forget, there is a one-year appointment between you and Song Ci."

Han Zhan was stiff.

His pupils widened.

Reminiscing about what Song Ci said to Song Fei just now, Han Zhan only felt afraid. During this period of time, Song Ci always called his Brother Han softly, made him laugh, accompany him, crying presumptuously in front of him, and he had the illusion that Song Ci must be him.

In fact, where is Song Ci the weak little girl? She Song Ci has been fighting against domestic violence men for six years, and she dared to stabbed people in the stomach with a knife!

She loves him, so she is willing to be the little woman in his arms. If she is cold, it means he can't touch the hedgehog ball.

Han Zhan's eyelashes were shaking with fear.

Yan Jiang is still saying: "Don't think that she wants to have a baby with you, just because you really have to. Song Song will make money and be talented herself, even if she has your seed in her belly, when you really have a relationship Question, she has the confidence to divorce you."

"She is not a parasite that is attached to you, she can go if she wants to." Yan Jiang said nothing more than that.

Han Zhan finished listening to Yan Jiang's words, and then made up some scenes. He was shocked and sweated on the spot. He suddenly woke up. It turned out that concealment and non-confession are also a kind of hurt and distrust to his partner.

"I know what to do." Han Zhan hammered Yan Jiang's shoulder with his head, "Thank you."

Yan Jiang waved his hand, "It's all a family."

"Yes, family."

The two stood outside for a while before turning around and entering the house. All four of them were conceived with ghosts and pretended that nothing had happened. After eating, they loaded their things into the car and prepared to go back to the city.

When it snowed and worried that there would be icing on the provincial highway, Han Zhan installed iron chains on the wheels. On the way back to the city, the car drove a little slow. Song Ci occasionally chatted with Han Zhan, and his tone was no different from usual.

Han Zhan suddenly realized that Song Ci was also good at disguising.

When I got home, it was dark.

Han Zhan took the initiative to take over the cooking task, and Song Ci was not allowed to enter the kitchen. He played in the kitchen for a while and made a home-cooked dinner. Song Ci was in a good mood while eating Han Zhan's meal.

After dinner, Song Ci turned on the TV and looked for a TV series to watch.

She stared at the TV, but her heart flew.

It wasn't until the sofa next to him collapsed, that the cold wood perfume that belonged to Han Zhan penetrated Song Ci's nose, and Song Ci turned his head to look at Han Zhan. Seeing his wet hair and cheeks, Song Ci said, "Have you washed your hair?"

"Ok."

Song Ci bent down and took out the hair dryer from the TV cabinet. Song Ci patted her leg and said to Han Zhan, "Brother Han, bend over."

Han Zhan bent down and asked Song Ci to dry his hair.

Song Ci's fingers shuttled between Han Zhan's hair, Han Zhan's scalp was numb, comfortable and cozy. After blowing his hair, Han Zhan didn't sit upright, and just lay sideways on the sofa, with his head on Song Ci's lap.

Watching the TV, Song Ci stroked Han Zhan's nose and eyes with his fingers.

"Song Ci." Han Zhan's voice sounded serious, without the usual warmth.

Song Ci blinked and turned off the TV. She lowered her head, looked at Han Zhan's struggling and hesitant eyes, and asked him, "Do you have something to tell me?"

Han Zhan looked at her, flashing eyes revealing his anxiety. "Song Ci, let me tell you my story, okay?"

Song Ci leaned back on the sofa, looked at the ceiling, his throat moved, "Okay."

Han Zhan closed his eyes and fell into the memory. He slowly spoke, whispering--

"My mother gave birth to me alone as an unmarried woman. After giving birth to me, she left me at my grandmother's house. She returned to school to participate in the assessment and aspires to become an excellent air force. When I was two years old, I Unfortunately, my whereabouts are unknown. My mother and grandfather have been looking for me for several years, but China at that time was not like China now, and the monitoring system was far from perfect."

"They searched for me for a long time, but they didn't find me. At that time, I was a child and I had no memory of that. I also heard these things from my grandmother. But after being stolen, I still still Remember some."

Song Ci suddenly asked, "Is your father who stole you?"

"Ok."

"My father's name is Edward Saint Clooney. He is an Italian. His name may be very strange to you, but you must have heard of the several large-scale crimes he created." Han Zhan said casually. A big incident, Song Ci was shocked to hear that those accidents were all crimes she had seen in the report.

Song Ci can already imagine how vicious and vicious a man Edward is.

"After I was taken away by my father, I was forced to accept the education of their family. It was a brutal and inhuman education. In order to prevent me from invading me, my father injected me with various poisons since I was young. Become a humanoid poison. When I was four years old, I had to complete the family baptism ceremony. I still remember what the boy who was hurt by me looked like..."

Song Ci found that Han Zhan, who was not surprised and calm in the face of any major event, trembled in fear at this moment.

"We have four brothers and sisters in total. I have an older brother above me and a younger sister and younger brother. Among the four of us, only the eldest is the most favored by the father. The eldest always refers to the eldest as'son'. Just call the name."

When returning from Brunei last time, Han Zhan had told Song Ci about their brothers and sisters on the plane. Upon hearing this, Song Ci boldly guessed: "Your eldest brother, is it the child your father's first love gave him?"

Han Zhan suddenly opened his eyes and nodded to Song Ci. "Yes."

Song Ci couldn't bear to think about the reaction of the other three children every time they saw their father look at the boss with love and satisfaction, but were indifferent to them. Must be very lost, right? How can we not lose? They are also children. Why do they have to be squeezed and bullied like beasts, while the boss can be loved by his father?

"When I knew that my sister and brother were only the children of my father’s mistress, and my eldest brother was the child of my father’s first love, I hated my elder brother’s mother very much. I thought radically that the pain of our three siblings was all That woman brought us."

"If it weren't for that woman, my father wouldn't find so many substitute lovers! If there were no substitute lovers, we wouldn't exist at all, and we wouldn't have to suffer those sins! At that time, I was only five or six years old, and I really hated living. I Always fantasize about a death and take me away."

Song Ci was frightened.

She felt a little distressed for Han Zhan at that time.

Han Zhan raised his right hand and stroked Song Ci's cheek through the leather glove, his eyes gradually lost.

Han Zhan's voice was suddenly far and near, and he said, "You really look like her."

Song porcelain's heart trembled slightly. "Like who?" The absurd guess in her heart became clearer and clearer.

Han Zhan didn’t answer Song Ci’s question. Instead, he said: “Father’s room is full of photos of the woman. She is smiling, playing the piano, and having a temper. I broke into my father’s room by mistake and saw I was particularly scared at the time with the pictures of women in the room. I was like walking into a secret room and being stared at by countless identical faces with joy or sorrow, crying or laughing, I was so scared. Stand upside down!"

"When my father found out that I had broken into his room, he was very angry. He beat me up. The beating made me lie down for a week. Because of the deep pain, I have a special impression of that woman. Deep. I didn’t find out the identity of that woman until I grew up and knew her name."

"What's your name?" Song Ci asked impatiently.

Han Zhan said: "It's Jiang Shiyu."

Song Ci heaved a sigh of relief and thought, her mother was named Jiang Mengmeng, and her previous guesses should have been wrong.

Han Zhan saw Song Ci's relieved expression in his eyes, but frowned. "Do you know Song Ci? You went for an interview with Zeus half a year ago. When I first saw you, I thought you were very familiar."

Song Ci still remembered the day of the interview. She asked Han Zhan, "Why are you familiar? Is it because I look like your mother?"

"No." Han Zhan shook his head. He said, "On the way home, I always wondered where I saw you. When I got home, I vaguely guessed your identity, so I went to find a picture of my mother. Staring at my mother's appearance, I finally understand why you give me a sense of familiarity. Because of you..."

Han Zhan covered his eyes with his arms. He sighed and murmured, "Your face is the source of my pain."

If Song Ci received an electric shock, his consciousness was lost.

She gradually regained her sanity, and her voice trembled to verify with Han Zhan: "My mother, my mother Jiang Mengmeng is your father's first love, am I right?"

Without answering Song Ci directly, Han Zhan sat up. He stared at the dark gray ground and suddenly said, "Jiang Mengmeng, formerly known as Jiang Shiyu, a British Chinese. His brother Jiang Shifeng is currently the principal pianist of the'Angel' Orchestra."

Turning his head to stare at Song Ci, who looked dull, Han Zhan shattered all the luck in Song Ci's heart. "Song Ci, do you understand? Your mother Jiang Mengmeng is my father's first love! Because she, my mother and Arang's mother have all become innocent scapegoats!"

Han Zhan grabbed his hair in pain. He looked like a beast that had fallen into a hunter's trap and could not find an exit.

Han Zhan murmured painfully: "I know that your mother did nothing wrong. It is my father who really deserves to be slashed! But Song Ci, I hate your mother so much!"

"Remember, in the hospital, when I treated you as a spy and pinched your neck, I really wanted to kill you! But when you asked me to cooperate with you and let me marry you, I was An evil thought came into my heart..."

That thought was so mean, Han Zhan was so ashamed that he didn't have the courage to continue.

Song Ci was also a little messy in her heart. When she heard this, she suddenly shouted, "Go on! Dare to think, dare to do, and dare not to speak?"

With a roar of Song Ci, Han Zhan lifted his spirits.

He looked at Song Ci anxiously, and whispered: "I was thinking at the time, I can marry you and treat you twice, like a frog boiled in warm water, and let you drown in my tender embrace."

"When you love me too much, I will take you to see my father. I want him to see that the woman he cannot love has long been married to other men and gave birth to children! Let him Understand that his life is a joke!"

Song Ci looked calm.

She was not angry or surprised, but calmly asked: "Then you never thought about it. By then, I will be sad and sad when I know the truth? You never thought about it. Your father was angry, Maybe kill me? And your brother named Ajan, he wants to kill me more than anyone else!"

Song Ci's three questions directly left Han Zhan speechless.

Song Ci remembered another thing. She said: "The night we went to the Shenxiang restaurant to eat after receiving the certificate, I cried out in the street because of my grievances on the street. When you held me to comfort me, you said you married I also have another picture..."

Song Ci clearly remembered what Han Zhan said at the time. He said:

[Song Ci, how do you know that you approached me deliberately, and if I leave you, why don't you have a plan? 】

[Don’t feel sorry for me, please make good use of me. 】

"Actually, what you said at the time was true, but you didn’t picture my beauty and body. You pictured my face, and I was Jiang Shiyu’s daughter! You let me make good use of you, no Because of your generosity, but because you are also using me!"

Unexpectedly, Song Ci remembered this incident clearly, and Han Zhan was surprised and uneasy.

"I ask you, is it right?" Song Ci sullen his face completely.

Han Zhan: "...Yes."

Snapped!

Song Ci slapped Han Zhan severely.

Han Zhan's left cheek was hot, and he was slapped with a slap on his head by Song Ci.

Song Ci, who loved him so much, slapped him...

－－－－－－Off-topic －－－－－－

Everyone may have an impression of the foreshadowing of the photo. Have you noticed that Han Zhan’s words are also my foreshadowing?