Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

From left to right on the stage, Jiang Guchuan, Cheng Yanmo, Han Zhan, and Yan Jiang stood in sequence. Their order of standing determines the order of their next recitation.

Jiang Guchuan is a very delicate young man with a scroll-like atmosphere. The light blue suit makes him young and handsome. The microphone infinitely amplifies his gentle and nice voice, and the eulogy is pronounced by him.

The second person to recite is Cheng Yanmo. Under the disguise of the silver-framed glasses, Cheng Yanmo seemed to have a low-key and introverted sense of luxury. Unlike Jiang Guchuan's gentle spring breeze, Cheng Yanmo's voice is cold, like a cool spring water dripping on a smooth stone slab, clanging with chill.

But Cheng Yanmo is not the focus of everyone's attention tonight. The person who really makes everyone pay attention is the man standing in third place. The man is nearly 1.9 meters tall, and wearing a white handmade sweater can't stop his strong aura.

After many years of retirement, Han Zhan is still used to holding a position. Under the inch, his brow bones are high and sharp. Han Zhan has a pair of thick black sword eyebrows, which are sharp and compelling from a distance, but there is also a pair of tender Lan Mou who stares into the camera with deep tenderness.

In terms of facial features, all four people on the stage have their own styles, but under the capture of the side camera, Han Zhan's facial lines are three-dimensional, which makes him even more powerful.

"It's late at night, listen. Whose child is crying and calling mother..." Han Zhan's voice was very low and full of magnetism. When he spoke, there was a young girl underneath covering her ears with her hands excitedly. , Xin said: My ears are going to be pregnant.

If the ear can become pregnant, Song Ci has now given birth to a football team for Han Zhan.

They only heard the sound of Han Zhan's dedicated recitation, and only she had heard him leaning on her back in the dead of night, making a gasp when he sighed with satisfaction. Only she has heard the choking sound of his crying.

Six minutes later, four beautiful men walked down the stage in a low-key manner, and the audience in the audience was still discussing Han Zhan's identity and voice in a low voice.

At half past one, the party ended.

Song Ci and the others left, and then got up with the bag.

As soon as he turned around, Song Ci saw Han Zhan standing under the exit gate. He was also wearing a panda sweater that she knitted by herself. When he looked at her, his brows were gentle, and Han Zhan dared not look directly at Song Ci after making a mistake.

He wanted to approach her, but he didn't have the courage to raise his leg.

Song Ci carried the skirt and walked in front of Han Zhan. She wore high heels and had to raise her head slightly to look directly into Han Zhan's eyes.

Song Ci: "After tonight, everyone will know who you are."

Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's red lips and charming eyes. He said, "No matter who I am, I am just your husband." He carefully stretched out his right hand, and the leather glove gently pinched Song Ci's left hand. .

Song Ci could shake off Han Zhan's left hand blankly, but she would never be willing to take away Han Zhan's right hand.

Han Zhan knows how much Song Ci loves him. He tried to approach Song Ci, bowed his head slightly, and put his mouth close to Song Ci's ear and whispered: "Porcelain treasure, the floor of the study is so hard. Tonight, I want to go back to my room to sleep."

No one knows that the domineering President Han sleeps on the floor of the study every night.

After a few days of the Cold War, Song Ci's anger was almost gone. She said: "You can sleep in bed, don't sleep on me."

Han Zhan raised his eyebrows, a little disappointed, but soon cheered up again. "it is good!"

The two of them walked outside holding hands and approaching the exit, but Han Zhan took Song Ci to the negative first floor. "There may be reporters outside, let's go to the underground garage." Han Zhan will perform a recital tonight, which is equivalent to announcing his identity to everyone.

Everyone can tell that Zeus International is about to surpass Chuandong International to become a leading domestic enterprise. And Han Zhan, standing on top of the dragon's head, is self-evident. Tonight, I don’t know how many media outlets heard the news and wanted to block Han Zhan’s interview.

The two went to the underground garage and got into Liang Bo's car.

Liang Bo had long received the news that he knew that Mr. Han was going to avoid reporters in his car tonight.

When Han Zhan and Song Ci got in the car, Liang Bo immediately handed the WeChat message he had just received to Han Zhan, "Mr. Han, look at this photo, there really is a group of reporters blocking the door."

Han Zhan glanced casually at Liang Bo's cell phone. The photo should have been taken by Liang Bo's agent. At the exit, there were more than a dozen heavily armed reporters.

Song Ci said: "It's very risky. Fortunately, I left the underground garage."

"Let's go."

Liang Bo sits in the co-pilot and his assistant is in charge of driving. Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci and Liang Bo repeatedly, but the two people, one was on Weibo and the other was dozing off, and they did not notice Han Zhan's expression.

"Liang Bo."

The boy who was immersed in Weibo swiping suddenly heard Han Zhan calling himself. He turned around and looked at Han Zhan. His slightly curly hair covered his shiny eyes. "Mr. Han, what are your instructions?"

Han Zhan tilted his head and glanced at Song Ci, who was already asleep, and asked softly, "Mr. Liang, we Song Ci is very beautiful, aren't they?" His voice sounded very soft and gentle, but the pair of gray-blue In his eyes, it seemed to be covered with a layer of ice.

Liang Bo is no longer out of stock from the previous second. Han Zhan's words sounded headless, but he understood what Han Zhan meant. Liang Bo has a strong desire to survive. He nodded and said: "Mrs. Han is of course beautiful, and she is really right against Mr. Han."

Seeing Liang Bo understood his suggestion, the look on Han Zhan's face was not so gloomy and slightly clearer.

"Since I know that she is Mrs. Han, I still have to know how to avoid suspicion in private." The ghost knew how much he felt when he saw Song Ci and Liang Bo on his mobile phone in the Northern Warfare with their heads resting on their heads, smiling like a flower. Have to panic.

Liang Bo immediately thought of the group photo taken at noon today. He quickly raised his right hand and swore: "Don't worry, Mr. Han, I will avoid suspicion in the future!"

"Yeah." Han Zhan stopped talking.

Without words all the way, when he arrived at the door of Han Zhan community, Liang Bo's assistant stopped the car.

Han Zhan got out of the car, stood beside the car, put on the warm windbreaker jacket, then went around to the other side and opened the door of Song Ci.

Han Zhan bent over and picked up Song Ci's dinner bag, and stuffed the small and exquisite bag into his large windbreaker pocket. Only then did Han Zhan gently embrace Song Ci in his arms and get out of the car.

Liang Bo witnessed Han Zhan's back holding Song Ci and left. He said, "Hmph, why do you think this man is so scary?"

The assistant hummed his arms and rubbed his arms. He said, "Bo'er, my arm muscles are tight all the way when I drove. This Mr. Han is so scary, he is not a scary person when he looks at him."

Liang Bo shook his head straight, "What do you know, this is called aura, what is aura, killing is invisible!"

Hem quickly started the car and left this place of right and wrong.

"Mr. Han, did you come back so late?" The security guard recognized Han Zhan and saw that it was inconvenient to open the door with a person in Han Zhan's arms, so he took the initiative to help Han Zhan open the door.

Han Zhan nodded, thanked the security guard, and walked towards their own building holding Song Ci. Song Ci slept very deeply, and did not wake up all the way home. At the door, Han Zhan had to wake Song Ci because he had to open the door.

Song Ci woke up after being placed on the ground by Han Zhan. She stood with her back against the wall, dressed in a long black trench coat, lazy long hair and beautiful red lips, she exuded a ‘desire’ all over her body.

Han Zhan stared at this appearance of Song Ci for a while, then took out the key to open the door.

Han Zhan suddenly said: "We changed the lock, this kind of lock is still inconvenient."

Song Ci raised his head lazily, squinted at Han Zhan, then lowered his head again, as if he didn't want to pay attention to him.

Han Zhan opened the door and turned on the light first, then signaled Song Ci to enter the house.

Song Ci entered the room carrying her skirt, high heels making a chuckle on the floor.

She didn't change her shoes and the soles were not dirty, so she went into the living room.

Han Zhan changed his shoes, and when he looked up, he saw Song Ci standing in the middle of the living room taking off his coat.

The black coat slid down from her white shoulders, and the hem of her clothes tugged on the ground. She raised her head slightly, and her long hair was sprinkled behind her shoulders. Under the light, Song Ci's skin was white and shiny. Han Zhan stared at her, his throat bones rolled up and down several times without holding back.

He lowered his head and hid his eyes full of lust, fearing to frighten Song Ci.

Han Zhan bent down and picked up Song Ci's coat. As soon as he looked up, he found Song Ci was staring at him, squinting his eyes for some reason. Han Zhan asked her: "Why look at me like this?"

Song Ci suddenly said, "Han Zhan."

She raised her head slightly, her cheeks were close to Han Zhan's face, her breath was sprinkled in Han Zhan's cochlea, itchy. Song Ci: "Have you ever thought that if one day we separate. I will not only eat with Liang Bo, but I may also eat with Zhang Bo and Li Bo. We will not only eat together, but we will also kiss. Will do..." Before the word of love was spoken, Song Ci's throat was pinched by Han Zhan with his left hand.

That hand squeezed Song Ci's white and thin throat, which could be broken with a little force.

Han Zhan's thumb rested on Song Ci's chin. He pinched Song Ci's throat with his left hand and lifted it up. Song Ci was forced to raise his head and look up at Han Zhan.

Han Zhan's eyes were red at some point. Han Zhan suddenly lowered his head to bite Song Ci, with rough eyes and paranoia.

Song Ci was pushed backwards by Han Zhan, her back leaning against the cold TV wall.

Song Ci saw the wolf-like cruelty in Han Zhan's eyes.

Her legs were lifted by Han Zhan and placed on his lap.

Song Cixin was a little cold.

She thought, if Han Zhan continued, she would never forgive him again. Just when Song Ci thought that Han Zhan would completely lose control, Han Zhan suddenly stopped.

Holding Song Ci’s face in both hands, Han Zhan’s rough left thumb pressed against the end of Song Ci’s eyes. He lowered his head against Song Ci’s forehead. Han Zhan admitted his mistake in a humble manner: “Song Ci, I apologize to you, I You should not lie to you, you should not be so mean. You are right, whether you love someone or use someone, you should be frank."

"Brother Han disappointed you, sorry."

The phrase "Brother Han let you down" hit Song Ci's heart.

Song Ci burst into tears suddenly.

"Han Zhan, do you know how good you are in my heart. I always thought that if there are really angels in this world, the angel must be like Han Zhan in my heart."

"When I knew your despicable thoughts, the angel in my heart collapsed. Han Zhan, I admire you so much, how can you be so bad? You can use me clearly, but deceive my feelings, what are you? Man!" Han Zhan really disappointed Song Ci.

Song Ci's remarks were like a hammer, nailing Han Zhan to the sofa, unable to move.

There was a blank in his mind.

She said that she treated him as an angel.

But he personally destroyed the angel.

"Han Zhan!" Song Ci grabbed the hem of Han Zhan's sweater, buried her head in Han Zhan's arms, crying and said, "Han Zhan, you return my angel to me, okay."

Hearing this, Han Zhan's heart was broken.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's me who is obsessed with my heart, my mind is wrong, I swear I will never lie to you again." Han Zhan hugged Song Ci and walked to the sofa and sat down. He hugged Song Ci like a child. . "Can you forgive this despicable me? Just give me this opportunity, okay?"

Song Ci was unhappy in his arms and did not speak.

This night, Song Ci allowed Han Zhan to go to bed. Lying on the familiar bed full of Song porcelain's body fragrance, Han Zhan's spirit was tense for several days before he relaxed.

By Song Ci's side, Han Zhan soon fell asleep.

The next morning after Han Zhan got up for morning exercises, when he was about to go to work, his mobile phone rang suddenly, which was a text message.

Subordinates never send text messages to Han Zhan, and they always call directly to report. Han Zhan opened the message box and saw that the message came from Song Ci. He raised his head and glanced at the second floor in surprise. Song Ci might still be asleep in the room. He didn't see anyone.

Han Zhan opened the mailbox and saw Song Ci and said: "Whether I will forgive you depends on your performance. 】

Han Zhan's eyebrows were instantly bent.

He came to the door of the master bedroom and knocked on the door. There was no sound from Song Ci, but Han Zhan knew that Song Ci was awake. He told Song Ci: "I went to work and shouldn't work overtime at night. I cooked cod fish and seaweed dumplings. Get up and eat."

After Han Zhan left, Song Ci quickly opened the door and came downstairs.

Sure enough, there was a bowl of dumplings on the stove in the kitchen, and Song Ci brought the dumplings to the restaurant and read Weibo while eating.

As she expected, # Zeus国际CEO韩湛# ​​has become the hottest topic on Weibo. Song Ci's private messages on Weibo have exploded. Fans and non-fans have come to leave messages with her to ask about the relationship between Han Zhan and Zeus International.

Song Ci was too lazy to explain, she thought about it, and directly changed the Weibo profile. It turns out that Song Ci’s Weibo profile is: fashionista, modeling consultant for Murphy fashion magazine.

At eight o'clock in the morning on the twenty-eighth of the twelfth lunar month, all netizens who followed Song Ci found that Song Ci had updated his Weibo profile. The new profile has only nine characters——

Song Ci, the boss of Zeus International.

!

Just seven words are worth countless billions.

On this day, Song Ci’s WeChat text messages were also bombarded by friends. She felt noisy and simply threw her phone away and stayed at home to watch TV for a day.

It was almost noon when someone knocked on the door.

Song Ci glanced outside through the cat's eyes and saw that the person was Uncle Zhong, she quickly opened the door. "Uncle Zhong, it was you?" She invited Zhong Bugui into the house and poured hot tea for Zhong Bugui.

"Uncle Zhong, why are you free today?"

Zhong Buhui told Song Ci: "This is Song Ci. My son bought a new house the year before and moved to a new house this year. He took me to spend the New Year with him. I haven't spent the New Year with him for several years. This is not moving to a new house. Well, I just want to spend the New Year with him."

"That's a good thing!" Uncle Zhong was going to his son to celebrate the New Year, and grandpa was alone. Song Ci understood Zhong Buhui's intentions, and before Zhong Buhui said his intentions, Song Ci said, "Uncle Zhong, you can rest assured, don't worry about Grandpa's place. I will go to Mid-Levels Villa with Brother Han to celebrate the New Year this year."

Knowing that Song Ci is a beautiful and delicate girl, Zhong Buhui's smile became warmer when she said that.

"The relationship is good, the old man originally wanted to ask you to go to the New Year together, but he was afraid that you young people had their own plans, so he didn't call. But he bought the meat early and made a small room specially for you to smoke the bacon. And sausages, you have a good taste this year!"

Song Ci thought of Han Aoyu's enthusiasm for feeding her, and was a little worried about her weight in the next year.

Sending away Zhong Buhui, the aunt of the hour worker also came to clean the house on time.

The Chinese New Year is about to come. Today is the last cleanup a year ago. We are going to welcome the new year to clean up the filth. Today's workload is relatively large, so the hourly worker aunt brought her high school daughter to help.

Song Ci couldn't sit there either. She also put on a mask and held a vacuum cleaner to help the auntie and the hourly worker do hygiene together. It took two hours to finish a big cleaning. It’s hard to imagine that a clean and hygienic house is made every three days, and so much dirt can be swept out.

Song Ci took the mask, washed his hands, and stopped the aunt and her daughter who were about to leave. "Aunt Shu, wait, I will decorate you some fruits, and you will take them back to eat with your family."

Auntie and Song Ci are also old acquaintances. Knowing that Song Ci is polite and kind, Aunt Zhong agreed.

The day after tomorrow I will return to the Mid-Levels Villa. There are still a lot of fruits in the refrigerator at home. Song Ci didn't want to waste it, so she filled Aunt Shu with all the fruits.

"Here, Aunt Shu."

Aunt Shu was taken aback, "So much?"

"Not much. This year we are going to Grandpa's New Year's Eve. There is a lot of fruit at home, and I can't finish it. Aunt Shu, take it back and eat it, don't waste it."

Listening to Song Ci's words, Aunt Shu didn't shirk anymore.

Song Ci took out another red envelope from her bag and gave it to Aunt Zhong's daughter. "Your name is Xiaolan, right? It's almost the New Year. My sister wrapped you in a red envelope. You accept it. I hope you will take the college entrance examination next year and get a good university."

Xiaolan was a little surprised, instead of taking the red envelope, she looked back at Aunt Zhong. Seeing her mother nodded, Xiaolan accepted the red envelope, thanked Song Ci, and left with her mother.

Song Ci leaned against the door, looking at the back of Aunt Shu and Xiaolan leaving with their companions, and suddenly thought of Du Tingting. In her first year at Mu's house, Du Tingting also wrapped her a big red envelope on the New Year's Day.

Song Ci was heartbroken when she thought of Du Tingting. She wanted to pay her respects to Du Tingting, but Du Tingting didn't even have a tombstone after her death.

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On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month of Zeus International, Han Zhan turned off the lights in the office and walked down the stairs. Song Ci waited for him in front of the building. Han Zhan didn't go to the underground garage and walked out of the lobby on the first floor.

He walked out of the elevator hall, and all the employees stopped and nodded to him to show respect: "Mr. Han, happy new year."

"Mr. Han, are you off work? Happy New Year!"

"Mr. Han, Happy New Year!"

Suddenly, when so many people shouted to Mr. Han, Han Zhan was still a little uncomfortable, but his face was stretched, looking calm and bullying. "Well, Happy New Year." He quickened his pace and walked towards the company's exit.

Without deliberately searching, Han Zhan saw Song Ci at a glance.

Song Ci wore a white shirt with a black A-line long skirt, wrapped in a dark purple windbreaker, with a curvaceous and **** figure.

She was standing in the sun wearing toad sunglasses, her long legs elegantly overlapping, and her long legs were more slender and straight with eight-centimeter high heels. Song Ci leaned on a red McLaren supercar, as beautiful as a superstar on a movie poster.

Seeing Han Zhan came down, Song Ci took off the toad mirror and patted it in the palm of her hand. She slightly raised her chin to look at Han Zhan and asked him, "How about it, is there the aura of Zeus International boss?" In the field, she also deliberately took out her mysterious war weapon toad mirror.

In front of Song Ci, President Han could not help but want to laugh.

He walked to Song Ci, stretched out his index finger to hook away Song Ci's sunglasses, and put on Song Ci again. Staring at the beautiful porcelain white face in his palm, Han Zhan suddenly bent down and kissed Song Ci on the lips.

Knowing that Song Ci put on lipstick, Han Zhan's kiss was very soft. "Boss, you are so beautiful today."

The wife who was kissed by the boss blushed a little. After touching the sports car behind him, Song Ci looked at the clear blue sky, cleared his throat, and said, "Well, the car is good, I like it."

Han Zhan said: "It was specially selected for you. How can the boss not have a standard supercar? The license plate number sc811 is Song Ci and Song Ci's birthday."

Song Ci couldn't help but smile. "It's okay, it's easy to remember." She was happy in her heart, but she was still calm.

"Just easy to remember." Han Zhan asked Song Ci: "Who will drive?"

Song Ci said: "I drove here, you can drive when you go back."

"it is good."

The sports car is a two-person car. When Han Zhan opened the door and was about to sit in, he found that there was a pair of flat sports shoes on the driver's seat. Imagining the scene where Song Ci parked the car downstairs in the Yulong Building and hid in the car, taking off her high heels and putting on high heels, Han Zhan's eyes were stained with a smile.

“It’s not safe to drive in high heels. Put your sneakers in the car. Remember to change your shoes when you drive.” Han Zhan touched Song Ci’s soft black hair and couldn’t help but praise her: “Cibao is so good.”

Song Ci slapped Han Zhan's hand away.

It is said that after a couple's quarrel, their relationship will be sublimated. Song Ci realized that Han Zhan seemed to be more indulgent to himself than before. When shopping in the supermarket, Han Zhan would take it directly into the cart whenever Song Ci took a closer look.

Finally, they bought three carts, and the staff helped to deliver them to the garage. The cargo box of the sports car was too small to fit. In the end, Han Zhan called an online taxi and asked the driver to carry the things home.

In the evening, Song Ci went downstairs specially and gave Jiang Bi some fruits and chocolates. She thinks girls should like to eat this. Jiang Bi accepted the gift, and Song Ci opened the door the next morning and saw a box in front of his house... Yakult.

On Yakult’s packaging bag, four words are written——

Thank you.

Jiang Bi.

Song Ci raised his eyebrows, saying that the neighbor was pretty cute.

Yakult is a good thing, cheap and delicious.

Song Ci moved things into the house. She opened a can of Yakult and drank half of it, when Han Zhan reached out and snatched it away. "What do you drink cold in winter?" Han Zhan threw things into the trash can, and after a while, he walked over with a glass of warm water and stuffed it into Song Ci's hand.

Song Ci didn't refute him, and drank the dull cup of warm water.

I haven't drunk warm water for a few days, and Song Ci missed the taste very much.

After breakfast, Han Zhan called Song Ci into the study. Before entering the study, Song Ci imagined many scenarios. She thought that Han Zhan was going to give her a New Year red envelope or a New Year gift. But when he got to the study, Han Zhan just handed her a piece of ink.

"Porcelain treasure, can you inkstone?"

Song Ci held the Hui Mo, her smile a little stiff. "Inkstone?"

"Ok."

Song Ci said: "Yes."

Song Ci stood by the desk, inkstone honestly. Han Zhan spread out a piece of red paper, took a brush, took off the glove of his right hand, and took off the prosthesis. He only pinched the brush shaft with his thumb and ring finger. He dipped the pen tip with ink and wrote a sentence on the red paper. ——

Min'an Guotai is in its heyday.

Song Ci's eyes lit up, "Brother Han's writing brush is really good."

Han Zhan said: "This is what my grandma asked her husband to teach me."

"Presumably Brother Han's husband must be a great writer."

"Well, Master Cheng An, is my calligraphy teacher."

"Master Cheng An, I know that his calligraphy is really amazing. I remember five years ago, a copybook he wrote was auctioned for a high price of 3 million."

"Ok."

"It's a pity that the old man has passed away, and I was not lucky enough to meet." Song Ci writes very well with a pen, especially the thin gold body, but she is not very good at calligraphy.

"Mr. is walking peacefully. He is old and he will leave after all." Han Zhan looked openly, and he told Song Ci: "There is a calligraphy guy next to you. If you want to learn, I will teach you."

"Don't." Song Ci smiled playfully, and said, "I'm afraid I learned how to starve the master to death."

"Then it depends on your ability."

While talking, Han Zhan put the written couplet aside, pressed it with a pen holder, and let it dry. On another piece of paper, he wrote ‘Songs for Chinese New Year’s Good Wind and Rain.’

Before writing Hengpi, Han Zhan asked Song Ci: "What do Hengpi write?"

Song Ci smiled slightly, "What else can it be, Guotaimin Anchan."

"Well, your mouth is the best, just listen to you."

Han Zhan wrote the words Guotai Min'an and then put down the brush. He began to wear the prosthesis, and while wearing it, he said: "Porcelain Treasure, we will hand you the couplet of our family. I will take this pair to the Villa in Mid-Levels later."

"it is good."

Song porcelain's brush writing is not precise, but it is not that he can't write. Han Zhan stood aside and saw Song Ci writing in Shanglian--

The mountains and rivers are good and the wife is good.

He raised his eyebrows and didn't stop Song Ci's performance. He said that Song Ci's calligraphy looked like that.

Xialian, Song Ci wrote--

Silver and gold beget a daughter.

Horizontal batch——

Song porcelain will be born.

Han Zhan applauded silently after reading it, "Well written!"

Song Ci also learned from Han Zhan, placing the couplet on the shelf to find something and pressing it to dry.

As soon as the couplets were dried, Song Ci put his own couplets and couldn't wait to stick them in front of the gate. The reason why she is so bold is that she knows that no one else will see this exclusive house. If someone will come, Song Ci will not stick them to the door.

Without lunch, the couple took the couplet and some daily necessities they bought yesterday to the Mid-Levels Villa.

When Lu Cheng's old house, Song Ci looked at the Cheng's house outside the window, thinking far away. The Cheng's New Year is very solemn and very regular. Song Ci spent five or six years in Cheng's family, and no year was easy and happy.

Han Zhan saw that she was looking at the gate of Cheng's house. He freed up a hand to hold Song Ci's head, straightened her cheek, and let her look at the forest in front. "Look at what other people's houses do, look at your own."

Song Ci stared at her home in Banshan Villa and laughed.

The old man got up early. Although Zhong Buhui went to his son to celebrate the New Year, the two guards were still by his side. The courtyard of the Mid-Levels Villa was cleaned up, and red lanterns were hung under the eaves.

When Song Ci got in the car, he smelled the scent of food.

Hearing the sound of cars, Han Aoyu walked out of the house. He wore a long army green coat and a hat against the cold, just like any old man in the village. Song Ci suspected that the Han family opened a wholesale army coat factory, and Han Zhan also had a few of the same coats.

Han Aoyu saw Han Zhan coming and said to him, "I'm just waiting for your couplet."

"Brought it."

Han Zhan and Song Ci will post the couplet, Han Aoyu stared at the four words Guotai Min'an, his eyes became reminiscent. They have gone through many turbulent periods in their lives, and "Guotai and Min'an" is his lifelong ideal.

Some people died in the turbulent years, some people survived the turmoil and hoped for peace, and some people wanted to plan a disaster in the peaceful age. Only those who have lived a life of upheaval and displacement know the value of Guotai Min'an.

Han Aoyu laughed and patted Han Zhan on the shoulder. He said, "Zhan Zhan, your generation has never experienced the hardships we have suffered, but you have to remember that everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world! You are on top today! President, but don’t forget, you came out of the village, and your grandfather is the son of a farmer."

"You have to understand a truth. The fact that China has the world's richest man is completely different from that of the world's richest man from China. It is not going to kill the enemy to defend the country to serve the country with loyalty and lead the people toward prosperity together. Why not serve the country with loyalty? "

Han Zhan listened humbly. He could understand his grandfather’s good intentions. Staring at his grandfather’s increasingly aging face, Han Zhan felt soft. He told Han Aoyu: "Grandpa, rest assured, I will always remember, I He is a Chinese."

Han Aoyu looked at his grandson who was half a head taller than him, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Ah, pig's feet are still stewed in my pot, let me see. Song girl, you and Zhan Zhan will also help."

"it is good."

Seeing her grandfather's back, Song Ci frowned. She said, "I heard from Uncle Zhong that my grandpa's sleep quality has decreased a lot this month." For the elderly, once they start to sleep, their health will be greatly compromised.

Han Aoyu is over eighty years old, and his life is about to come to an end. What he said today, is it not an explanation of his last words?

Zhong Buhui will regularly report to Han Zhan the changes in his father's life and rest. Grandpa's body is not as good as before. How can Han Zhan be unclear? "Let's go, let's help him prepare a reunion dinner."

"it is good."

They cooked a total of 12 dishes for this reunion dinner. Han Aoyu is a very particular old man. He cooks traditional dishes that must be made during the Spring Festival. Song Ci stared at the table full of big fish and meat, and his heart was deeply moved.

She poured herself a glass of coconut milk and a small half glass of wine for Han Aoyu. "Come on, Grandpa, Song Ci wish Grandpa good health in the new year!"

Han Aoyu waved his hand, "And I'm going to die soon." The average old man is very afraid to say such things at the reunion dinner table, but Han Aoyu is a perceptive person. He pointed to Song Ci's belly and said, "I I just look forward to seeing your children this year!"

Song Ci was stunned, then smiled and said, "I will fight for it!"

Han Aoyu laughed.

The three had a reunion dinner, and Han Aoyu gave Song Ci a car key.

Song Ci looked dazed, thinking that Grandpa planned to give her a car as a New Year gift? Thinking like this in my heart, I heard Han Aoyu say: "Song girl, go and open the car, there is a surprise."

With a heart of expectation, Song Ci ran to the garage and opened the trunk of the old man's Aoyu One. After seeing the contents of the trunk, Song Ci quickly called Han Zhan over.

"Brother Han, come on!"

Han Zhan thought something was wrong, he didn't change his shoes, so he ran to the garage in slippers. Seeing the fireworks piled up in the trunk, Han Zhan was a little helpless, "That's it?"

"I haven't played in many years. I haven't played since the ban on smoking in the city."

Song Ci hurriedly greeted Han Zhan to move the fireworks to the yard, and they put the fireworks into a heart shape. Song Ci asked Han Zhan to pull out the fuse. She took a lighter and stepped forward and lit one.

Song Ci was very courageous, so when he ordered one, he ordered the second. Han Zhan watched with fear, fearing that Song Ci would be injured by the fireworks. However, Song Ci has always been lucky, so he lit all the fireworks without injury.

Song Ci ran to Han Zhan's side and looked up with him to watch the fireworks in full bloom.

Han Aoyu stood behind the window of the room, staring at the grandson and grandson-in-law in the yard, with a loving expression on his face. Finally, his Zhan Zhan was loved by someone, and he could feel relieved.

This is the first time Song Ci Han Zhan stayed in the Mid-Levels Villa. The sheets were changed and the house was quiet, but Song Ci was still a bit uncomfortable. She had spoken to Han Zhan for a long time, and it was still after 12 o’clock. Not sleepy.

Han Zhan saw that Song Ci was in good spirits, so he asked her, "Don't want to sleep?"

"could not fall asleep."

Hearing this, Han Zhan suddenly rolled over and pressed against her. "You said you want to have a daughter today."

Song Ci: "Isn't it good to have a daughter?"

"Yes..." After pressing his fingers on Song Ci's shoulder a few times, Han Zhan hinted to Song Ci: "It's very cold. Let's warm up?"

Song Ci is not cold, and hasn't touched Han Zhan for several days. When she heard this, she put her arms around Han Zhan's neck. "I'm afraid of cold, please make me hot."

"Yes..."

The half-mountain villa is hidden among a forest, the cold wind roars at night, and the treetops sway from side to side. Inside the house, the atmosphere is rising steadily, getting hotter and hotter...

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On the morning of the first day of the new year, Song Ci got up after a full sleep and saw Han Zhan sitting on a small wooden bench in the courtyard with a knife in his hand, chopping bamboo. Song Ci walked over and took a look, but didn't see what Han Zhan was doing.

"what are you doing?"

Han Zhan said, "I have nothing to do. I plan to make a crib."

"Do you still make a crib?"

"It shouldn't be difficult."

Han Zhan did what he said, and spent the whole day working on it. Song Ci had nothing to do, so he stayed in the study room and read. He found that Han Zhan had read old Mr. Jin Yong's book before. Song Ci opened a book of eight chapters of the sky and saw that the first page was pressed against a sheet of paper that was already slightly yellowed. , It records Han Zhan’s personal views on this book.

Han Zhan wrote--

Duan Yu can be described in one word-scum.

He is the most carefree man I have ever seen. When I see a man who loves one, such a man, my grandmother can kill a group with a shovel.

Song Ci couldn't help but look at it.

I can't tell, Han Zhan was so cute when he was a child. She completely lost interest in the novels on the bookshelf, but became interested in Han Zhan's comments.

Song Ci read several books in succession, was amused and laughed, and his stomach hurts a little behind.

After reading six or seven approvals in a row, Song Ci pulled out another booklet, and when he opened it, he was shocked by the photos inside. To be precise, it was the child's eyes in the picture that scared Song Ci.

The child's eyes were as cold as a venomous snake. When he stared at him with a gloomy gaze, Song Ci's blood cooled down.

She took a sigh of relief before she dared to look down at the child in the picture.

It was a little boy without a shirt. The little boy was sitting on the bed with pinholes on his arms, densely packed, like ants adhering to it, and some were scarred.

This is so brutal to treat a child like this!

There are also several photos underneath the photos, all of which are the same protagonist. In each photo, the protagonist has scars on his body. Song Ci vaguely guessed the identity of this person, her heart exploded.

Below the picture is the case information sheet, because after too long, there are insect bites on the medical record sheet.

Patient: Han Zhan.

Age: 6 years old +

Condition: Because of being injected with multiple bell toxins all the year round, the patient is mentally disordered and has poor physical development, has suicidal self-masochism, and is preliminarily judged as suffering from major depression and autism...

Song Ci closed the case book in shock.