Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci quickly retracted his foot.

She stood there, like a rose swaying in full bloom in the wind, rich and delicate.

A charming smile appeared on Song Ci's face. Her magnetic and charming voice passed into Han Zhan's cochlea: "Mr. Han, it's a coincidence, we meet again."

Han Zhan put down all the glass beside him, showing his respect.

Song Ci noticed that Han Zhan was not wearing a coat, but only a shirt. The shirt's collar was pulled open with two buttons, revealing a piece of bronze skin.

Silently looking away from Han Zhan's chest, Song Ci made a swallowing motion subconsciously.

Han Zhan didn't notice Song Ci's small movements.

He stretched out his gloved right hand, pointed to the front, and said blankly: "Miss Song, the zebra crossing is in front. As an adult, you should abide by the law." You are an adult, and you enjoy the rights of an adult. Obey the obligations of adults.

Song Ci, who was taught by someone for crossing the road for the first time, fell silent strangely.

I am thinking about your body, but you are teaching me to obey the law in a serious way...

Song Ci took a deep breath, then turned around, walked 20 meters forward, and honestly stepped on the zebra crossing to cross the road.

Li Li looked at Song Ci, who was looking around and looking across the road with a smile on his face, sympathizing with her.

Han Zhan saw Song Ci arrived safely on the sidewalk across the road. He was looking back. He suddenly heard Li Li say: "Mr. Han, what you were like just now, it's like a traffic police uncle educating children."

Han Zhan raised his eyebrows.

"What uncle? I'm ten years older than Miss Song." He didn't admit that he was 32 years old, and he was the age to be an uncle.

Li Li shook his head and gave a meaningful tut.

Standing on the sidewalk, Song Ci turned her head and locked Han Zhan's car with a glance.

His car was still moving forward at the tortoise speed, and other people's cars were honking their horns frantically. His car was quiet, not robbing lanes or inserting parking spaces, and was very law-abiding.

Song Ci twisted his eyebrows slightly.

"Old antique! Stereotyped!" After cursing, Song Ci suddenly became curious when thinking of something. I don’t know if he’s also such a stereotype in bed. Wouldn’t he use only one posture forever?

That married life is too boring.

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Song Ci walked aimlessly on the street for half an hour, and finally entered a bar.

She ordered a glass of wine. The color scheme was very beautiful and the concentration was strong, but she didn't drink it.

She took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Yan Jiang: [Get ready, act tomorrow night. 】

Dudu--

Hearing the message reminder, Song Ci lowered his head to open the message and saw Yan Jiang's reply: [Received. 】

Song Ci picked up the wine in front of his arm, turned on the camera, and took a few photos with the wine in his hand. After the photo was taken, all the impeccable smiles on Song Ci's face disappeared.

She turned off the phone and silently stared at the stranger who was drunk. Having stayed in the bar until late at night, Song Ci refused to reject the sixth person to talk to tonight, and just got up and left the bar.

From beginning to end, she didn't drink a drink.

Out of the bar, Song Ci walked to a gray car in a low-key manner. This is the car she rented from the second-hand car market. She got into the car, changed her flat shoes, started the car and headed to the highway entrance.

It takes a total of twelve hours to drive from Sunshine City to Wangdongcheng. Song Ci took a rest in the service area three times in the middle of the journey, and updated her Moments several times. When she hurried back to look at Dongcheng, it was 7 o'clock in the evening.

Parked the car next to an unmonitored forest near Xiguang Nursing Home, Song Ci shrunk in the car, changed clothes, tidyed up her hair, and sent a text message on her mobile phone to inform Yan Jiang to come to see her.

Just three minutes after the message was sent, the car window was knocked.

Knocking——

Song Ci looked up and saw Yan Jiang.

Yan Jiang was wearing a blue overalls, his long hair was covered by a peaked cap, and the words "Qingshan Spring Water" were printed on his chest.

Opened the co-pilot door and sat in, Yan Jiang tilted his head to look at Song Ci.

Song Ci wore the hospital gown of Xiguang Nursing Home, and put some foundation on her lips that should have been healthy and ruddy. They looked haggard and fragile.

Yan Jiang said, "You are more like her."

"We were originally twins." Song Ci's pretty face was tight, and his voice was tough.

Yan Jiang heard that Song Ci was breathing heavily, and found that her hand holding the steering wheel was shaking. Yan Jiang raised his left hand and placed it on Song Ci's right arm, and said to her, "Song Song, you can't panic."

Song Ci took a deep breath, "Yes, I have to calm down."

...

At 7:30 in the evening, a small truck with "Qingshan Spring Water" drove to the gate of Xiguang Nursing Home, waiting for the security to let it go.

Xiguang Nursing Home is an advanced nursing home. Affected by the epidemic some time ago, all staff and logisticians must wear masks when entering and leaving.

The security knocked on the window.

Yan Jiang put down the glass window, stretched out his right arm, took the pen from the security's hand, and signed a name on it before he was released.

The pickup truck stopped in front of Building 1, and Yan Jiang jumped out of the car. The slender man was wearing a mask and a peaked cap, and the monitor couldn't see his face clearly.

Yan Jiang carried two buckets of water into the small building, and when he came out he held two empty buckets in his hand. He delivered water from building to building, and when he came to the 27th floor, it was already half past eight.

The 27th floor is on the far left side of the nursing home, which is the quietest and most remote. Yan Jiang got out of the car and stood by the car and glanced around before opening the door of the cargo box. As soon as he raised his head, he met Song Ci's eyes hidden in the cargo box.

The two exchanged glances.

Yan Jiang said, "Your plan is perfect. At this time, the nurse is not in the building."

Song Ci said: "A few days ago there was an elderly man with hemiplegia in Building 26. At this time of the day, the nurse would go to the 26th floor to help colleagues bathe the elderly." This is the conclusion that Song Ci has observed for many days.

Yan Jiang raised his hand and patted Song Ci on the head, then took two buckets of water and strode into the 27th floor.

There was no one in the hall, and it seemed extremely quiet.

When Yan Jiang took out the empty bucket and bent over and put the heart bucket into the tea bar machine, his jaw dropped slightly and he said to the micro walkie-talkie on the neckline: "Move."

After speaking, in less than five seconds, one of the underground cables not far from the sanatorium was suddenly cut short, and an area near the sanatorium was plunged into darkness.

At the moment of the power failure, Song Ci quickly jumped from the carriage and sprinted into the 27th floor. At the same time, Yan Jiang also rushed to the second floor with the fastest speed and hugged the sleeping Song Fei.

At the corner of the second floor, he passed by Song Ci.

...

Three minutes later, the nurse flashed a flashlight and walked back to Building 27. She ran into Yan Jiang at the door, who was panting slightly with an empty barrel. The nurse raised the flashlight and recruited Yan Jiang, who was wearing a mask and holding an empty bucket. She stopped and said, "I'm going to change the water again? Thank you, brother."

Yan Jiang lowered his voice slightly and said, "It's my own business. It's not hard. Why did the power go out?"

Nurse: "Maybe the cable is short-circuited. I have called an electrician to repair it."

"So..."

Yan Jiang hugged the bucket and left.