Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Han Wangwang thought it was funny and angry.

I always feel that every time I confront Shang Jiangbi, she is stupid and easy to be fooled.

Jiang Bi, this woman is poisonous and fed her Ecstasy Soup.

Seeing Han Wangwang finally figured out his intentions, Jiang Bi had a smile in his eyes. "Yes, there is a tortoise who keeps her head in her shell. If you don't stimulate it, she will keep hiding."

Han Wangwang blushed even more when he heard Jiang Bi's words. "I'm not a tortoise." She was a little snail at best.

"Let's go, no blind date, I'll take you to play." Jiang Bi stepped on the accelerator and carried Han Wangwang away.

And Cheng Ziang, who was forced by his brother to come on a blind date, waited from nine o'clock in the morning until 12 noon.

After waiting for the blind date, Cheng Ziang called Cheng Yanmo. "Brother, the other party let me dove."

Cheng Yanmo heard gloating in his younger brother's tone, and couldn't help feeling tired, "I see."

Cheng Yanmo was a little anxious after hanging up the phone.

What should I do, my younger brother seems to have become a dude that everyone in Wangdongcheng hates, and I'm afraid this is not going to be a bachelor for a lifetime.

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Han Zhan saw Han Wangwang's circle of friends and found that she was going fishing with the lady from the Jiang family again.

It was freezing cold this day, and the two of her were really leisurely.

Han Zhan searched through Han Wangwang's circle of friends and found that in the past two years, Jiang Bi appeared in Han Wangwang's circle of friends too many times.

Han Zhan is not a girl, and he doesn't understand the feelings of the girls. He was afraid that he wanted to get it crooked, so Han Zhan quickly closed WeChat.

Just as the meal was ready, the butler reminded Han Zhan that it was time to go downstairs to eat.

Han Zhan turned off his work laptop and went downstairs to eat.

Passing by the indoor fountain, Han Zhan saw Han Miao fighting with Han Jun.

Their butler is pulling them away. Han Zhan stopped and asked the housekeeper: "What's the matter?"

The housekeeper said: "Miaomiao previously robbed Junjun's Tyrannosaurus rex. Junjun became angry and started fighting with Miaomiao."

Two kids who can't walk are fighting.

Han Miao looked big, but not as fierce as Han Jun. Han Jun is like a little wolf cub. All her own things must be protected. If she is robbed by her sister, she must take it back.

But Han Jun is not as tall as Han Miaozhuang. When he robbed things, he was always bullied by Han Miao.

But after being bullied, Han Jun would not give up. In her small worldview, the only way to go is not to stop. She doesn't know how to be afraid and give up. She is really not afraid of tigers when she is born.

Han Zhan somewhat appreciates Han Jun's blood.

Intuition tells Han Zhan that of the two children, Han Jun has the most character like him. He hates him the same way, and doesn't hit the south wall or look back.

Han Zhan told the housekeeper: "Let them fight if they are not hurt." The children can no longer be pets, and the parents raised her into a charming little princess, and when she grows up in society, who will spoil them?

His daughter does not need to be a princess, but a queen.

Upon hearing this, the housekeeper looked a little surprised.

But Han Zhan is the father of the children, he asked so, what can the housekeeper say. "Okay, I understand sir."

Song Ci was about to take the children to dinner. When she came, she happened to hear Han Zhan's words. Although Song Ci felt that Han Zhan was a bit harsh on the children, he also agreed with Han Zhan's ideas.

"Brother Han, it's time to eat." Song Ci pretended not to hear Han Zhan's conversation with the housekeeper. She said to the housekeeper: "Housekeeper Jiang, take Miaomiao and Jun Jun to dinner."

"Well, good lady."

Steward Jiang left with the two babies, and Han Zhan asked Song Ci: "Did you overhear?" Han Zhan had heard Song Ci's footsteps long ago.

Song Ci nodded, "Well, I heard it."

"Distressed for them? Do you think my approach is wrong?"

Song Ci thought about it seriously before saying, "You are their father, and you love them like me. Be cruel, it might not be a kind of love."

Seeing Song Ci understand himself, Han Zhan was relieved.

"Porcelain Treasure, I will not raise my daughter as a princess. Even if I have a son in the future, I will not raise him as a little prince." He put Song Ci in his arms, Han Zhan lowered his head to her ear. He took a bite, and said to her in a dumb voice: "Our house, you only need a little princess."

Song Ci blushed silently. "Don't be skinny, stay focused." The longer you get along, the more Han Zhan's personality in Song Ci's heart collapses.

When I first met, Han Gedo was a serious person.

What is it now?

A piece of white paper was dyed in color by her.

The two came to the restaurant arm in arm, and Han Aoyu also arrived. He was waiting for Song Ci and Han Zhan. Steward Cai took the tablet and was showing something to Han Aoyu. Han Aoyu looked at it with gusto.

"looking at what?"

Han Zhan took Song Ci and walked to stand behind Han Zhan, and glanced into the slab.

It turned out to be watching a family portrait.

This photo was taken by everyone standing at the entrance of the manor on the day of the move. At that time, I took a lot of pictures, and the old man's extra enthusiasm left a photo with everyone.

Steward Cai told Han Zhan: "The photographer has already processed the photos and sent the files over and reviewed them for the husband, the old man and the wife. If they are all satisfied, then we have to prepare for production."

Han Aoyu looked at it again and said, "It's okay, this is not outrageous, so be it."

It may be that he can't keep up with the trend, and Han Aoyu can't understand the current P-picture technology. He always felt that photos were a way of witnessing, and it should be true. If the photo P loses its truth, it loses its essence.

Han Zhan didn't ask for these, he directly handed the tablet to Song Ci.

"Porcelain treasure, take a look."

After all, Song Ci is the idol with the heaviest burden.

Song Ci looked at the photos and said, "It's pretty good. This is a family portrait, not an art photo. It doesn't require major repairs."

"Steward Cai, call the photographer back and say yes."

"Good lady."

After Steward Cai left with the tablet, Han Aoyu said to Song Ci: "Okay, sit down, or the dishes should be cold."

"it is good."

When the old man picked up the chopsticks to eat, Song Ci and the others moved the chopsticks.

Han Aoyu only picked a little greens to eat, put down his chopsticks, and suddenly said, "I will go back this afternoon."

Upon hearing this, Song Ci and Han Zhan raised their heads together. Song Ci kept the old man: "Grandpa, just stay here for a few more days, and the children won't bear you." Children are the best sweets. If you coax, grandpa will stay.

But this time, Han Aoyu shook his head resolutely. He said: "No, I really have to go back. The Podocarpus pine that your grandma gave me hasn't been watered for a few days."

Han Zhan said: "I let Uncle Zhong go back to water."

"No, that pine was always watered by myself." Han Aoyu seemed particularly stubborn.

He insisted on leaving, and Han Zhan and Song Ci couldn't keep it either. "Really going back?"

"Ok."

"Well, I'll take you back personally later."

"also."

After dinner, Han Aoyu accompanied the granddaughters. When the children had a nap, he put his hat on his head and said, "Let's go."

Han Zhan personally drove Han Aoyu back to the forest villa.

Back home, Han Aoyu took the watering can to water the Podocarpus.

Han Zhan recently recuperated from his injuries and was not in a hurry to go back to work, so he stayed with his grandpa here.

Standing with grandpa and staring at the pot of Podocarpus, Han Zhan suddenly said, "Grandma said, you planted this Podocarpus by your own hands. Isn't it?"

"Yeah." Han Aoyu told Han Zhan the origin of this Podocarpus in detail: "During the anti-American War of Aid to the Old in the 1960s, I rarely met with your grandma. At that time, your grandma was alone at home. So I planted this Podocarpus for her."

"When I am away, you have been taking care of this Podocarpus by your grandmother."

Han Zhan said with a smile: "So this Podocarpus not only witnessed the feelings of grandpa and grandma, but also witnessed the country's change from turbulence to stability."

"Yes."

After pouring the water, the old man suddenly handed the watering can to Han Zhan, and he asked Han Zhan: "Zhan Zhan, if Grandpa is away in the future, you will take good care of it for Grandpa."

Han Zhan continued to water the kettle, his hands trembling. He raised his head and looked at the blue sky, and said in a choked voice, "Grandpa, I don't want it. If you are gone, I will shovel it with a **** and use it as firewood."

"Don't say angry words." Han Aoyu's figure is already rickety, and you have to look up to see Han Zhan's appearance. "Grandpa is a piece of dead wood. If I didn't want to see you and Song girl return safely, I would have been unable to hold it."

He slowly raised his hand, and the hand covered with folds and age spots touched Han Zhan's cheek.

Han Aoyu said with emotion: "Zhan Zhan, you have grown so tall. Grandpa has to stand on tiptoe to touch you."

Hearing this, Han Zhan finally couldn't hold back his emotions. The 1.9-meter big man instantly knelt down in front of the old man. "Grandpa." Han Zhan hugged Han Aoyu's waist, he cried and said, "Grandpa, do you want me too?"

Han Aoyu patted Han Zhan on the shoulder, "What are you crying? Grandpa is 80 or 90 years old."

"Grandpa, Zhan Zhan can't bear you..." The night was thick, and no one saw him. Han Zhan was holding the old man, crying like a five or six year old child.

Late at night, Song Ci called him before Han Zhan came back. "Brother Han, won't you be back tonight?" Song Ci stood at the door of the children's room, talking to Han Zhan in a low voice.

Han Zhan stood outside Han Aoyu's room, he hummed and told Song Ci: "I'll be here tonight." Han Zhan's tone was solemn, as if something big happened.

Song Ci felt uneasy, and she asked hesitantly, "Grandpa, do you eat a lot at night?"

Han Zhan: "Hardly touched the food."

Hearing this, Song Ci's heart also sank a bit. "Then is he asleep now?"

"Just fell asleep." Just as Han Zhan finished speaking, he suddenly heard the old man cough. The cough was just like I couldn't stop it, and it got worse and worse.

Song Ci also heard it.

She said, "I'll come over too."

"Don't, you stay with the cubs, if, if time is up, I will notify you to come over."

"Well."

After hanging up the phone, Han Zhan opened the door and strode to the bed of his grandfather, poured a cup of warm tea for his grandfather, and handed it to him. Han Aoyu took a sip of tea, and Han Zhan noticed some blood on the cup.

But he said nothing.

Han Aoyu lay down slowly, waved to Han Zhan, and said, "Go and rest, Grandpa is fine."

"it is good."

Han Zhan walked out lightly and closed the door for grandpa.

Instead of going back to the room to rest, he came to Zhong Bugui's room. Zhong Buhui did not sleep, he was sitting alone at the small tea table in the room, drinking dull wine.

As soon as Han Zhan entered the room and smelled the wine, his heart sank.

"Uncle Zhong."

Zhong Buhui put down his wine glass, looked up and saw Han Zhan, his expression was a little panic. "I'll take a sip..."

Han Zhan waved his hand, "It's okay, you drink." Everyone has a time when they are upset and have nowhere to vent.

Zhong Bugui was relieved.

He held the wine glass and sipped it, motioning Han Zhan to find a seat by himself.

Han Zhan sat for a while and kept silent. When Zhong Bugui picked up the bottle again to pour the wine, he suddenly said, "Are there any glasses? I'll have a little too."

Zhong Buhui glanced at him, then stood up in silence, went to the cabinet and took out a wine glass.

Pour a glass for Han Zhan, Zhong Buhui handed the glass to Han Zhan and asked him, "Are you in a bad mood?"

Han Zhan took a sip of wine.

The liquor has a high degree, and Han Zhan is a little uncomfortable after not drinking this liquor for a long time. Han Zhan turned the cup in his hand and asked Zhong Bugui: "What is Uncle Zhong upset about again?"

Zhong Buhui's mouth slumped, and finally couldn't control his emotions, so he cried with his hands on his forehead. "Zhan Zhan, old man is going to die soon."

Han Zhan had seen it long ago, but when he heard this from Zhong Buhui, Han Zhan still felt like being struck by lightning. "What the **** is going on?" Something he didn't know must have happened.

Zhong Buhui said: "During the time when you and Song Yatou were away, the old man had a bad appetite. At first I thought he was worried about your safety, so he didn't think about food."

"Unexpectedly, one day, the old man suddenly coughed, and even coughed up a mouthful of blood. I was shocked at the time, and regardless of the old man's objection, I forcibly took him to the hospital. After an examination, the doctor said that the old man's organs began to fail rapidly. , A large area of ​​the lung has been broken."

Zhong Buhui pressed his forehead and cried so much that his nose dripped onto his pants. "The old man is old, and the treatment can't be cured." When a person is old, his internal organs have been working for decades, and he suddenly fails when he says no.

This is a disease that no one can recover.

Han Zhan took another sip of wine after listening.

He stared at him and cried bitterly, but he didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that the grandfather in the next room would hear that Zhong would not regret it. This night, Han Zhan and Zhong Buhui can be said to have not closed their eyes.

The next morning, as soon as the sun came out, Han Zhan came knocking on Grandpa's door.

Han Aoyu said, "Come in."

Han Zhan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard grandpa's voice.

Han Zhan walked into the room and saw Han Aoyu sitting on the head of the bed with only half of his coat on. Han Zhan hurried over to help grandpa get dressed.

After getting dressed, Han Aoyu saw that the weather outside was good. He said, "The weather is good, do you want to go fishing?"

Han Zhan smiled and asked, "Grandpa accompany me?"

"Ok."

"Well."

There was a small river at the foot of the mountain. When Han Zhan took Cheng Yanmo to play when he was a child, he caused Cheng Yanmo to roll in and almost drowned.

Han Zhan threw a fishing rod and chatted with Han Aoyu about his childhood.

Han Aoyu said: "When you were picked up when you were a child, you had a very lonely personality, but when you got better, you were just like flying centipedes and couldn't stay idle."

"At that time, the old man Cheng annoyed you as soon as he saw you going to play with his grandson. But the kid Yanmo liked you the most. Once you went, he ran behind your ass."

The sun was warm, and the old man told Han Zhan a lot of funny childhood stories. While talking, I felt sleepy. "I will sleep for a while, you call me when the fishing rod moves."

Han Zhan nodded hesitantly, "Okay."

The old man said he would go to sleep, and Han Zhan waited for the old man to fall asleep, and after a while he had to reach out and take a look at his nose.

Confirming that Grandpa is still angry, Han Zhan was relieved.

After two or three hours, they caught a silver carp and a few small fish. Han Zhan took his grandfather and Yu'er home. After arriving home, he discovered that Song Ci and the children had also arrived.

"Did you catch a fish?" Song Ci walked over, helping the old man.

"I caught a few and did it at noon!"

With Song Ci's support, Han Aoyu poked his cane and walked towards the house.

When Han Miao and Han Jun saw Tai Gong, they knelt down and crawled to Tai Gong's feet. They stood up along the Taigong's legs and acted like a baby with the Taigong.

"Ah!"

Han Miao: Grandpa, hug.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Han Jun: Grandpa hug me, grandpa hug me.

Han Aoyu looked at the two cuties with joy. He wanted to hug, but unfortunately he couldn't hold him anymore. Han Zhan cast a look at Song Ci, "Cibao, help Grandpa sit down."

"Okay." Song Ci helped his grandfather sit down on the grandmaster's chair.

Han Zhan put down the bucket of fish, then carried a little guy in one hand and put the children by his grandfather's lap. The children circled around Han Aoyu's thighs, and Han Aoyu looked at them with a smile, and the laughter had never been heard.

Han Zhan and Song Ci went into the house to make fish.

Song Ci plans to make a pot of radish fish soup with silver carp and radish from the grandpa’s vegetable field.

Han Zhan intends to make a spicy Diaozi fish.

When Han Miao got tired, he rested on his grandfather's thigh. Han Aoyu really liked it in his heart, so he forcefully hugged the child on his lap.

She teased Han Miao, and said to her, "Miaomiao is a elder sister. I will protect my sister in the future, you know?"

Han Miao understood the word sister, and when she heard it, she raised her little fleshy hand and slapped Han Jun on the head. Han Jun looked up and saw that it was Han Miao. She also stretched out her hand, grabbed Han Miao's hand, and pinched it hard.

Han Aoyu felt tired.

What about the two sisters who have agreed on a blind date?

Fortunately, Han Jun was quickly attracted by other things. She climbed to the side of the coffee table and went to play with succulent potted plants.

When Han Miao realized that the grandpa was going to fall asleep, he patted the grandpa's chin mischievously. "Ah! Ah!" Han Miao reminded Grandpa not to sleep.

Han Miao took the Taigong several times, but he couldn't wake up, so he was a little anxious. "Ah!"

"Ah!"

Hearing Han Miao's shout, Zhong Buhui, who was using a feather duster to dust the pictures on the wall, looked back. Seeing the old man suddenly closed his eyes and fell asleep, Zhong Buhui suddenly rang the alarm bell in his heart.

"Old man, are you sleepy again?" Seeing the old man didn't answer, Zhong Buhui hurriedly put the feather duster in front of Han Zhan's trophy, and strode to Han Aoyu's side.

"Master?" Zhong Buhui raised his voice and called out again.

Han Aoyu still did not respond.

Zhong Bugui's expression changed slightly! He carefully stretched out his index finger and placed it in front of the old man's nose. The old man's breathing was very weak, and only exhaled, not inhaled!

Zhong Buhui shook his hand, and his voice became trembling: "Zhan Zhan, come on, the old man seems to be out of work!"

Kang Dang——

The porcelain bowl in Song Ci's hand fell to the ground.

That fell, as if there was something, gone!

Han Zhan and Song Ci ran out of the kitchen together.

Han Zhan did not regret learning Zhong, and put his finger in front of his grandfather's nose.

Han Aoyu really only exhaled, not inhaled.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Han Zhan still felt heartache when this moment really came. "Grandpa!"

"Grandpa! Wake up, open your eyes to see Zhan Zhan, we should eat!"

Han Aoyu's eyelids trembled, and his eyes gradually opened, as if he had glanced at Han Zhan, but also as if not. After a while, Han Aoyu suddenly opened his mouth and let out a long sigh.

"Hey!"

After sighing, the old man closed his eyes.

At this time, he stopped breathing.

Han Zhan stared at his grandfather for more than ten seconds, then slowly knelt down on one knee before his grandfather's legs, and the grandfather's body knocked his head deeply.

"Grandpa, go well."

Upon seeing this, Zhong Buhui couldn't hold back his emotions anymore. He hugged the old man's shoulders on the spot and lay on his shoulders and wept bitterly.

Song Ci was crying too, crying while wiping tears.

The two guards outside the house heard the movement inside the house and ran into the house. Seeing that the old man had gone, they paid him a standard military salute.

Han Zhan stood up. He touched his eyes vigorously before he said to Song Ci in a dumb voice, "Porcelain Treasure, take the roster here. We have to call and inform relatives and friends to come over for the funeral."

This list has been sorted out a long time ago, and the defense is that the old man will pass away one day, and he will forget to invite a relative because of carelessness.

Song Ci nodded, "Okay, I will get it now."

She took her daughters away first, called Song Fei and told her to come and help take care of the nieces. After the phone call, Song Ci put the children in the nursery before going to find the roster.

Han Zhan sorted out his emotions, drank a sip of tea, moistened his dry throat, then picked up the landline at home and called Zhongnanhai.

Upon receiving the news of Mr. Han's death, the person who answered the phone was silent for a long time before saying: "Mr. Xiao Han, please be sorry."

Han Aoyu will enjoy a state funeral due to his great contributions during his lifetime.

At one o'clock at noon that day, all TV stations across the country urgently interrupted the obituary of Han Aoyu's death. At the same time, the national flags on public occasions across the country, as well as the national flags of embassies and consulates stationed abroad, were all held at half-mast at noon that day to mourn the death of Father Han.

On this day, netizens really realized what kind of big man Han is.

In the afternoon, relatives arrived in groups, all dressed in black. Han Dongliang, who was over 70, took his son Han Yueyun, daughter-in-law Lin Jiao'e, granddaughter Han Wangwang, and grandson Han Junjun to the forest villa as soon as possible.

Entering the mourning hall, Han Dongliang took his children and grandchildren to kneel in front of the coffin of his uncle Han Aoyu, respectfully put incense on the floor, knocked his head, and burned the paper.

Following them were Jin Luolan and his wife, as well as Di Rongrong and Mo Yao. After Mo Yao and the others left the Han's house, they went to the city next door to travel. When they received the call, they rushed over without stopping.

Upon entering the room and seeing the solemn and solemn photo of Uncle Han on the table, Di Rongrong, the most vulnerable, cried on the spot. It's good for her not to cry. Mo Yao and Jin Luolan also wiped their tears when she cried.

After being incense, the ink rumors rarely took the initiative to comfort people, but this time hugged Han Zhan. "Cham Cham."

Han Zhan said nothing.

Moyao told him: "Zhan Zhan, don't be too sad, your grandpa, he just went to see your grandma and mother, so he is not alone."

Han Zhan curled his lips far-fetched, showing a smile that was uglier than crying, and nodded and said, "Godmother Moyao, don't worry about me, I'm fine." He is an adult in his thirties, and he won't accept it. This fact can't be overcome, but I feel uncomfortable, so I feel bad.

On this day, Han Aoyu's best friends, as well as the descendants of those deceased friends, rushed to Wangdong City from various places, and there were more than a dozen descendants temporarily living abroad.

At eight o'clock in the evening, several leaders attended the funeral in a low-key manner and gave Han Aoyu a stick of incense and knocked a few heads. They chatted with the old gentlemen who had already been there for a while, and left in a hurry because of their official duties.

And Han Zhan, wearing an all-black suit, Dai Xiao stood in front of the door, motionless, like a bronze sculpture. For fourteen hours, Han Zhan had been standing except for going to the toilet, not even drinking his saliva.

And Song Ci, she also accompanied Han Zhan.

At two o'clock in the evening, no one will come. Han Zhan cast a look at Yan Jiang and told him, "A Jiang, you take Song Ci to rest."

Song Ci asked Han Zhan subconsciously: "What about you?"

Han Zhan shook his head, "I have to keep filial piety."

Han Zhan is Han Aoyu's funeral, and he can't sleep tonight. When no guests came, Han Zhan had to kneel in front of the coffin and burn the paper for the old man.

This is his duty and responsibility.

Han Zhan has a strong physical fitness. When he was a soldier, he had a record of not sleeping or eating for six days, so it is not difficult for him not to sleep for three days.

Song Ci said: "I won't go, I'll accompany you."

"Don't be stubborn, listen to me, you have to take care of yourself. When the funeral is over, I have to wait for you to take care of it." The funeral ceremony will be held for three days, and Han Zhan has almost no time to sleep during these three days.

When the funeral is over, Han Zhan will also have to lose his body. If he and Song Ci both fall, that would be a big problem.

Song Ci made a balance before agreeing to Han Zhan.

Song Ci thought he could not sleep, but after standing for more than ten hours, his body would become tired. Song Ci actually fell asleep and fell asleep.

Song Ci got up in the morning, and went downstairs to see Han Zhan still standing in front of the door, receiving new guests. He changed into a black suit, shaved, and looked okay.

Song Fei told Song Ci: "He never rested last night."

Song Ci loves Han Zhan, but can't say anything.

According to Han Aoyu's last wish, his body will be sent for cremation after his death. The ashes after cremation will be sprinkled in the virgin forest on the southwest border by helicopter.

The southwest border is a piece of heaven and earth that Han Aoyu spent his entire life guarding. After his death, his soul and border coexist, guarding this land forever and ever.

These activities have all been approved.

The condolences were over, and Han Aoyu's coffin was covered with a national flag and transported to the funeral home. The funeral procession was vast. On the way to the funeral home, Han Zhan was holding the portrait of his grandfather, his eyes were always red.

Many old friends were wiping tears when the body was cremated.

Han Zhan stood with the staff. The moment he saw his grandpa being pushed into the crematorium, he thought of the grandpa who had been fishing with him the other day and would never see him again. Han Zhan finally broke down completely, holding his grandfather's portrait, kneeling and crying.

The last person who would treat him as a child's love also left. From this day on, he will no longer be a child...

Song Ci heard Han Zhan's heartbreaking cry, she covered her face, biting her lip and wept silently.

Later, Han Zhan went to the southwest again, and when he came back, it was already two days later.

As soon as he got home, he didn't even take a bath, and went to bed after he went to bed.

Standing by the bed, Song Ci looked at Han Zhan's sleeping face, and remembered many memories. In the previous life, the father of Han died, and Han Zhan escorted the portrait of the father to the funeral home.

That scene was recorded by the camera, and everyone knew that the boss of Zeus International turned out to be the grandfather of Han.

Later in an interview with merchant newspapers, Han Zhan revealed that the most regrettable thing in his life was not being able to get married and have children, so that the grandpa could go away in peace.

The biggest regret of Han Zhan in his previous life, this life is finally complete.

Song Ci lay down with Han Zhan and hugged Han Zhan. He noticed that Han Zhan had lost a lot of weight. Song Ci was determined to hurry up and raise all the meat he lost.

Han Zhan slept for 27 full hours. Han Zhan woke up again, was hungry.

Seeing that Song Ci was sleeping soundly, Han Zhan got up lightly and wore slippers to the kitchen. Entering the kitchen, Han Zhan opened the heat-preserving pot, and seeing the three dishes and one soup in the pot, his heart immediately warmed.

Butler Cai was not asleep yet, and when he noticed that Han Zhan was up, Butler Cai also walked out of the room. Even at night, Butler Cai wore a meticulous butler suit.

"Sir, good evening."

Han Zhan brought the dishes out of the pot and ate them directly by the stove.

Butler Cai didn't think Han Zhan was vulgar.

In his opinion, the vulgarity of a person's soul is the real vulgarity.

The housekeeper Cai told Han Zhan: "This is the meal that the wife cooked for her husband before going to bed. She said that the husband should wake up tonight. Knowing that you will be hungry when you wake up, she deliberately uses a heat preservation pot to keep you warm."

While eating, Han Zhan said, "I know." When Han Zhan looked at the dish and tasted the taste, he knew that these dishes were made by Song porcelain.

The hot and sour potato shreds are coarsely chopped, which is much worse than the knives of his chef. Besides, this braised pork ribs is too sweet, the chef has obtained the certificate, and will not cook such a substandard dish.

Steward Cai smiled and said: "That's right, the husband can definitely taste the craftsmanship of the wife."

After Han Zhan had eaten, he threw the dishes into the dishwasher, and then asked the housekeeper Cai: "I'm not here these days, what is happening at home?"

"All are good."

"Ok."

Han Zhan let Housekeeper Cai go to bed earlier, and he went outside the house alone for a while to digest.

Helplessly, it was too cold outside and the cold wind was blowing. Han Zhan stayed for more than ten minutes before returning to the house.

Going back to the room, fearing that the cold body would wake Song Ci, Han Zhan went to the bathtub in the guest bedroom and washed himself thoroughly. When he was warm, he returned to the room.

As soon as he lay down, Song Ci rolled into his arms like a warm baby. "Go to take a bath?" Song Ci actually knew Han Zhan was awake.

Han Zhan asked her: "When did you wake up?"

"Just now, when you opened the door, you suddenly woke up."

"Sorry, I disturbed you."

"It doesn't matter." Song Ci lay her head on Han Zhan's chest. She touched Han Zhan's stomach and asked him: "Have you eaten? Are you full?" Song Ci was afraid that Han Zhan would be hungry, so she did everything for him. Large portions.

Han Zhan said: "If you are full, you can support it."

Touching his fingers back and forth on Song Cixiu's back, Han Zhan said, "You help me eliminate food?"

Song Ci actually wanted to sleep a lot, but Han Zhan had just had a meal, took a walk and took a bath, and was in good spirits. Song Ci said, "I really want to sleep." She didn't play the game of digestion with Han Zhan very much.

Han Zhan: "You sleep with you, I play with mine."

Song Ci wanted to scold his mother, but he was reluctant to scold him.

He was a fragile and poor child who needed care recently, and Song Ci finally agreed to him.