Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Two tables were set for this meal in the evening.

Because of Su Huanyan's presence here, Cheng Yanmo also rushed to the Han's home from get off work early, with a bunch of flowers and a bottle of red wine.

Cheng Yanmo entered the room and hugged the program first. The father and son were tired and crooked for a while. Cheng Yanmo had a few words with Song Ci before walking towards Han Zhan. "Mr. Han, Wangdongcheng was very deserted during your absence."

Han Zhan smiled. He said, "The rumors are flying all over the sky, and it should be very lively."

Hearing what he said, Cheng Yanmo couldn't help but feel a cold back. According to Han Zhan's method, those who spread rumors are afraid that there will be a show to watch.

Cheng Yanmo said: "I heard that Zeus International will hold a thanksgiving banquet in three days?"

Chuandong International and Zeus International also have a cooperation project recently. Cheng Yanmo’s secretary has received a call from Zeus International, saying that they are inviting them to the Thanksgiving Banquet. The invitation will be posted tomorrow.

Han Zhan’s people are particularly agile. Han Zhan told the Beizhan that he would hold a thanksgiving banquet in the afternoon, and Cheng Yanmo received an invitation call in the afternoon.

Han Zhan took a sip of his wolfberry tea and said, "Yes, during my absence, everyone has taken a lot of care of Zeus International. I'm back, and I must be very thankful."

Cheng Yanmo felt that Han Zhan had something to say.

He was very curious about the "Thanksgiving Banquet" and what a good show would come out.

"I will go there."

"Well, you are welcome."

Li Li and Bei Zhan arrived shortly before dinner.

Han Zhan, Li Li, and Beizhan are the three swordsmen of Zeus International. Together, these three are the real iron triangle. Seeing that Han Zhan was obviously thinner than before he left, and you can guess that Han Zhan must have suffered a lot without asking, Li Li hugged Han Zhan and said nothing.

The Beizhan patted Han Zhan on the shoulder. He said, "It's good for people to come back, and they will be able to maintain their health well."

Han Zhan also patted the Beizhan on the shoulder, "Thanks for your hard work during this time."

"It's good to know." As soon as the conversation turned, the Bei Zhan said: "When you get better, I have to rest for a month."

"Ok?"

Han Zhan was a little surprised and asked Beizhan: "Are you going to spend your honeymoon?"

Beizhan shook his head.

Li Li said to the side: "Zong Han is about to give birth, and the Northern Warfare must accompany Han in confinement."

"Really? My sister-in-law has a second child?" Han Zhan was really shocked. He didn't even know about it. Why didn't he say anything? He was going to be a father again in the Northern War.

Northern War: "Well, it's been eight months."

When Han Zhan left, Han Qingshen had just been pregnant for more than three months, and the Beizhan did not make it public. It has been five months since Han Zhan left, and Han Qingshen will give birth in just over a month.

Han Zhan was a little pleased, "Congratulations to the Northern War!"

"Just give me leave."

"That's natural."

Seeing that Han Zhan was so easily allowed to leave the Northern War, Li Li said bitterly: "Why didn't I give me a month off when my wife gave birth?"

Han Zhan asked, "When Song Porcelain was in production, didn't I take a vacation?"

Li Li: "You are the boss."

Han Zhan: "You are also a major shareholder."

Li Li didn't say a word.

All to make money to support the family.

It's not easy.

The Northern Warfare saw Yan Jiang, he walked towards Yan Jiang, and said to him, "Uncle Yan is in good health recently. He heard that you and Song Fei are getting married, and he has always wanted to see Song Fei. Mr. Yan, look, it is convenient for them to meet. Noodles?"

Hearing that, Yan Jiang hadn't said anything yet, and Song Ci, who was helping with the dishes, was taken aback. "Sister, you and A Jiang are getting married?"

Song Ci didn't even know!

Song Fei nodded, "Next month."

Song Ci subconsciously exclaimed: "So fast?"

Yan Jiang's voice was faint: "What's the matter, it's too late for me." Yan Jiang wants to marry Song Fei, but it is not a day or two. He has been looking forward to this day for many years.

Song Ci hurriedly changed her words and said, "Congratulations, Brother Jiang got his wish, do you have to send a red envelope tonight?"

"Promise!"

"Sister!" Song Ci grabbed Song Fei's arm, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Seeing that Song Ci was unhappy, Song Fei asked her, "What's wrong with you?"

The word ‘again’ somewhat hurt Song Ci’s glass heart. Song Ci said: "Isn't it because I haven't come back, you will also have the wedding?" So it doesn't matter if the wedding has her or not?

Hearing this, Song Fei's eyes suddenly became cold. "In your heart, I am this kind of person?" Song Fei was so angry that he threw away Song Ci's hand. "Don't touch me, I am heartless. Touching me will dirty your hands."

Song Ci also knew that his words hurt Song Fei.

But she was also uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, but I just..." Just when I came back, I heard that my sister was going to get married. Song Ci felt like being abandoned by Song Fei.

Song Fei also calmed down.

She can also understand Song Ci's thinking in empathy.

Song Fei explained: “The wedding date was confirmed only a week ago.” At that time, Song Ci and Han Zhan had successfully escaped and were recovering from their injuries in Rome.

Song Ci was very sorry to learn that she had misunderstood Song Fei.

Yan Jiang saw the awkwardness of the sisters in his eyes.

Seeing that the Beizhan was still waiting for his own reply, Yan Jiang pondered for a moment before replying to the Beizhan: "I think about it."

"That's OK."

The words have been brought, the Northern War will no longer force Yan Jiang.

At the dinner table, everyone talked and laughed, but the laughter never stopped. Han Aoyu looked at Han Zhan, Song Ci, and the little guys playing around on the toy mats, and suddenly felt that life was fulfilled.

After eating, the helper quickly removed the dishes and chopsticks, and a group of people went to the tea room to chat. Han Miao and Han Jun became sleepy and began to cry. Before Han Zhan's injury had healed, Song Ci and Han Wangwang took the child upstairs to take a bath.

After taking a shower, the two little guys have been pestering Song Ci and let Song Ci sleep with them.

Helpless, Song Ci had to lie down with them to sleep.

As a result, Song Ci fell asleep directly in the children's bed.

After ten o'clock, Beizhan Li Li and Cheng Yanmo took the initiative to stand up and leave, while Song Fei and Yan Jiang stayed at Han's house. After everyone left, Han Zhan told Song Fei and Yan Jiang carefully about what happened during this period.

After listening to Han Zhan's experience, Yan Jiang felt his scalp numb, "Your father is really a cruel man."

Han Zhan didn't say a word.

He didn't want to discuss Edward too much.

But Song Fei was curious about Rain's existence. "Clone... Oriana..." Song Fei is a virus expert. She is particularly interested in Oriana, a mad woman.

"You said Oriana will come, when?"

Han Zhan was a little helpless.

He couldn't imagine how terrifying it would be if Song Fei and Oriana got together.

That must be Shura Field.

"After a while."

Song Fei nodded. She said, "Oriana is here, remember to tell me."

"Okay, go to sleep."

"Ok."

Han Zhan didn't find Song Ci in his room. He was stunned before guessing that Song Ci might still be in the baby room.

Han Zhan ran to the nursery to see, good guys, Song Ci and the others fell asleep directly on the floor bed. Because the children grew up, the crib Han Zhan was sitting on was no longer suitable, and the old man was afraid that the children would fall off the big bed, so he made a floor-to-ceiling tatami.

The tatami was two meters wide, and it was enough for the three mothers to roll on it.

Song Ci slept in the middle, Han Miao and Han Jun slept on Song Ci's feet, and the other had rolled to the ground.

Han Zhan carried the little guy on the ground to the bed with black lines and put on sleeping bags for the two little guys. After thinking about it, he put all the children on his toes and lay down directly next to Song Ci.

It is enough for the children to wear sleeping bags, and he and Song Ci are covered with quilts.

The next morning, Song Ci woke up before Han Zhan.

Song Ci was a little helpless to find that they actually slept in the children's bed for one night. Song Ci carried the two babies to Han Zhan's side, and then went downstairs.

Yan Jiang and Song Fei have already started. Song Fei asked Uncle Zhong to teach her to punch. She was hitting a stake. Yan Jiang is making coffee. He is a coffee brewer. If he doesn't drink coffee in the morning, he will lose energy all day.

Song Ci poured a glass of warm water and drank it slowly.

When she finished drinking, Yan Jiang suddenly said, "Shall we talk?"

Song Ci glanced at him.

Yan Jiang's eyes were full of content, and he saw that he had something to tell himself.

Song Ci nodded.

Song Ci sat down on a chair in the back garden. The morning light just emerged from the clouds. It was not warm. The late autumn morning was still a bit cold.

Song Ci put a blanket on her body.

After waiting for a while, Yan Jiang came out.

He sat on the solid wood chair next to Song Ci, folded his long legs, took a sip of rich coffee, and then said, "Did you be angry last night?"

Song Ci was taken aback.

She looked at Yan Jiang in surprise.

Yan Jiang knew that Song Ci was looking at him. He was holding his coffee and squinted at the sunrise in the east. His bald head was shining and funny.

But the serious expression on his face made Song Ci unable to laugh. "Yes, I thought you and Song Fei had already booked the wedding date. I thought it didn't matter if Song Fei's wedding had me or not, so I..."

"So you lost your temper and expressed your dissatisfaction with Song Fei."

Song Ci was dumb.

After hearing Song Fei's explanation last night, Song Ci already knew that she had misunderstood her. Now facing Yan Jiang, Song Ci was ashamed and couldn't lift her head.

"Song Ci, you don't know how much she cares about you."

Song Ci knew that Song Fei cared about herself, but she also had a brain twitch last night, so she said the wrong thing and did the wrong thing.

Yan Jiang told Song Ci a secret, "Song Fei cried last night."

Song Ci was surprised, "She..."

"Are you thinking, how could Song Fei cry? She would cry?" Yan Jiang looked at Song Ci in disappointment, and his tone became severe. "Song Ci, although Song Fei is an older sister, she actually told you The same age, you can cry, why can't she cry?"

Yan Jiang felt distressed when he saw Song Fei crying by himself last night. "Song Ci, she cares about you, don't hurt her."

"What are you talking about?" Song Fei's voice suddenly came in.

Yan Jiang picked up the coffee cup and turned his head, and asked Song Fei, "A Fei, do you have coffee?"

Song Fei shook his head.

Song Fei stared at Song Ci and said with no expression: "Why don't you go to dinner when you get up? Don't look at how thin you have become, like a rib."

Even if he cared about people, Song Fei had an indifferent look on his face.

Song Ci got up from the chair, she walked to Song Fei and hugged Song Fei again.

Song Fei was taken aback, "What's wrong?"

Song Ci shook her head. She said in a dull voice, "Sister, I will pay for your wedding, okay? I'm your maiden family. Others have parents. Do you have a sister."

Song Fei has no money. But which girl doesn't want her wedding to be grand?

Song Fei's nose sore, pretending to be indifferent and said: "Whatever you do.