Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

When Han Wangwang was a girl, he also imagined the scene of being proposed when he grew up. She has imagined being proposed in a romantic scene surrounded by roses and pink balloons, and she has also imagined being proposed by a river in the mountains. But she did not expect that she was formally proposed on the boxing ring, on the ring where Jiang Zhen once shed blood and tears.

This kind of marriage proposal moved her more than roses.

It is said that love has a shelf life. During the shelf life, the oath of the mountain alliance is a promise, and after the shelf life, the oath of the mountain alliance is a lie.

But at this moment, Han Wangwang believed that Jiang Zhen's words were 100% true.

Han Wangwang was moved to tears. She stretched out her left hand and said chokedly, "I am willing."

Hearing Han Wangwang's affirmative answer, Jiang Zhen was really relieved. He hugged Han Wangwang, and after the heartbeat rate gradually returned to normal, he put the ring on Han Wangwang's middle finger.

After the marriage proposal was successful, both of them took a bath and put on clean clothes for a date. After lunch, the two went home. Lin Jiao'e saw the ring on Han Wangwang's finger. She smiled and said, "Were you proposed?"

Han Wangwang blushed and nodded, and told his mother: "I said yes."

Lin Jiao'e rolled her eyes, "You will definitely say yes." She took her daughter's hand and looked at the ring carefully. She said, "This ring looks very expensive."

That diamond is a red diamond that is as dazzling as fire, and its size is two carats. As we all know, red diamonds are the rarest and most expensive diamonds among the colored diamonds. They were once sold for 920,000 US dollars per carat in New York.

The diamond ring in Han Wangwang's hand is very valuable in terms of diamonds alone, not to mention that it was designed and made by Jiang Zhen, a world-renowned jewelry designer, which makes it even more meaningful.

Han Wangwang guessed that this ring might be of great value, and suddenly felt that his hand was no longer a hand, and he felt trembling when wearing it. She said: "I'd better take it down. Sometimes I often go out to collect evidence from my job, but don't cause trouble because of a ring."

This is exactly what Lin Jiao'e cares about. She just wanted to talk about it when she saw this ring. But thinking that young girls love to be beautiful, Han Wangwang had just been proposed to marry him, so he planned to wait for Han Wangwang to calm down before telling her.

Seeing Han Wangwang also thought of this layer, Lin Jiao'e was relieved. "Take it off and wear it when you are at home or going out to play. Didn't Jiang Zhen beg you to get married before? Just wear that ring, it's low-key."

Before Jiang Weimin's accident, Jiang Zhen had gone to Nanxing City alone and left a ring for Han Wangwang before leaving. Han Wangwang talked about this when he talked to Lin Jiao'e these days.

Hearing this, she nodded and said: "Also."

Before the lunch break, Han Wangwang talked about this to Jiang Zhen, "Jiang Zhen, I will wear the previous ring when I work in the future. This ring must be very expensive, and it is not safe to wear it when walking outside."

Jiang Zhen understood that Han Wangwang's consideration was correct, and did not refuse, "I did not consider it properly, then do as you said."

The two stayed at Han's house for another night and returned early the next morning.

They boarded the flight back to Wangdongcheng before dawn. When the plane arrived at Wangjiangshan Airport, it was only 6:40 in the morning.

Mai Yingge drove Jiang Zhen's Maserati to pick up people. "Mr. Jiang! Boss!" Mai Yingge stood by the car and waved to Han Wangwang and the others.

Han Wangwang had seen Mai Yingge before, and knew that Miss Black Pearl was Jiang Zhen's loyal subordinate. After observing for a round, she was sure that Mai Yingge had no idea about Jiang Zhen between men and women, which was relieved.

When Han Wangwang came back this time, she was Jiang Zhen's fiancée in the formal sense, and he was also the boss lady. After getting in the car, Han Wangwang gave Mai Yingge a box of sausages.

The sausage is packed in an insulated box and can be eaten after opening it.

Mai Yingge ate a piece, bit a prickly ash, and suddenly stopped touching the second piece. Mai Yingge sent them to the downstairs of Hongzheng Law Firm, and went to the opposite Bihai Law Firm to find Wei Xingxing.

After Mai Yingge left, Jiang Zhen said to Han Wangwang: "You go to work first, I will send things to the army, and you go to my house at night, and we will invite the army to dinner."

"Okay!"

Lin Jiao'e and the others prepared a lot of food for Han Junjun. Han Wangwang was a wage earner who had to work, so Jiang Zhen could only drive to send Han Junjun something.

Han Junjun knew that Jiang Zhen was coming, so he did not attend the second public class in the morning.

He stood downstairs in the dormitory and waited for a while, then he saw Jiang Zhen's car.

Jiang Zhen parked the car downstairs in the dormitory building, and when he got out of the car, Han Junjun grabbed his neck. "Brother." After learning that his parents agreed with Jiang Zhen and his sister, Han Junjun changed his mouth and directly called Guan Jiangzhen to his brother.

Jiang Zhen gave a hum, took out a box full of delicious food from the car and handed it to Han Junjun. "If you are fine at night, go to my place to have a meal. Your sister and I have not formally invited you to visit my house."

Han Junjun said: "It's okay, then I will go tonight."

"Well, just send me WeChat what you like to eat, and I will buy it in the afternoon."

"Okay."

Han Junjun was carrying the box of snacks, staring at Jiang Zhen, who was standing behind the trunk and sorting things. His mind flashed through Jiang Zhen's cold and glamorous appearance of a male pretending to be a woman. When he looked at the tall man in front of him, he always felt disharmony. .

No matter how ridiculous it is, this is also true.

"Brother Jiang."

Jiang Zhen heard Han Junjun calling himself, and looked back at him, "What's wrong?"

Han Junjun smiled at him frankly and said, "I'm sorry to target you everywhere before. In the future, I hope you will treat my sister better."

Jiang Zhen smiled, "Don't worry, I will treat her well."

"Dad said in the group that you will get married at the end of the twelfth lunar month, congratulations."

"Thanks."

Jiang Zhen still doesn't talk much, but Han Junjun has long been accustomed to his style, so he is used to it. He watched Jiang Zhen drive away before returning to the dormitory with snacks.

Back in the dormitory, everyone was there. He just opened the suitcase with snacks, and the other three roommates rushed over like hungry wolves, grabbed a few boxes of packed food, and quickly got into his bed and started to move.

While eating, he had to say, "Han Che, your mother's chicken paws are so good, they are spicy and numb, soft and boneless, what a fairy!"

Han Junjun stared at the only three or four boxes of stewed cooked food left in the box, gave these guys a fierce look, and sighed, "Inadvertently making friends!"

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Summer in Rome is always not too hot. At night, Song Ci wore a black polka-dot tea-break dress and walked in the courtyard of the Ececilio Manor. The flip-flops under her feet made a rattling sound.

She felt a little cold and couldn't help rubbing her arms.

Suddenly, a light gauze shawl fell on her shoulder.

Song Ci tightened his shawl, and looked up to see Cecilio's handsome face with cold, arrogant and arrogant expression. "Big Brother."

Cecilio nodded, there was a bump in front of him, and he reached out to Song Ci. "The ground is slippery, pay attention to safety." Song Ci was not hypocritical, holding Cecilio's hand across the hurdle.

Cecilio's manor is not in the city of Rome, but on the edge of a lake called Bracciano. In fact, most of the wealthy people here do not live in the urban area, and they all like to build their own villas in small towns or beautiful mountainous areas.

Lake Bracciano is one of the cleanest lakes in Italy and an important source of drinking water. Standing in Cecilio’s manor, you can see the world-famous Otiscatcher castle in the distance.

This castle is the most expensive castle in Italy for weddings. The wedding of Cecilio and Su Huanyan will be held in this castle. Song Ci and Han Zhan came here this time, besides watching COCO on their birthday, the other thing was to attend Cecilio's wedding.

As he walked, Song Ci asked Cecilio, "Didn't you originally want to prepare for the wedding? Why did you change your mind again?"

Cecilio told her: "One day I was passing by the castle, and I happened to see a couple holding a wedding there. I took a gift to attend their wedding. At the wedding, the groom saw the bride wearing a wedding dress. I shed tears. At that moment, I suddenly had a thought, a thought."

The corners of Cecilio's mouth raised, and his smile was shallow, but full of happiness. He said: "I have seen her in many appearances, but I have never seen her in a wedding dress. I want to give us an unforgettable wedding while I am still young. I will feel complete when I am old in the future and talk about my youth."

Cecilio usually doesn't talk much, but he is actually a very romantic person. Everything he says and thinks makes people feel romantic.

Song Ci heard Cecilio's words and followed his explanation to fake the picture he described. After fantasizing about old age, when sitting in the yard and flipping through the life photo album with his wife, Song Ci was immediately satisfied while watching and discussing the scenes of the scene.

"you are right."

After a short walk, Cecilio asked Song Ci if he wanted to rest.

Song Ci saw that all the camellia in the yard were in full bloom, so he sat down. Cecilio put his hand on her belly and felt the movement of the child in her belly. He said, "He is kicking me."

Song Ci laughed out loud, "He is greeting his uncle." Song Ci asked Cecilio: "You and Huanyan, do you plan to have another one?"

Cecilio shook his head, "I don't have any plans to have a third child for the time being."

He said three children.

Apparently, he regarded the program as his own son.

Song Ci was happy for Su Huanyan, and it seemed that the eldest brother was really kind to Huanyan. "It's also very good, both children."

"Yes."

Cecilio wanted to smoke a cigar, so he sat on another bench and smoked a cigar some distance away. The wind blows from Song Ci to Cecilio's side, so the smell of smoke will never drift to Song Ci's side.

This elder brother is so careful.

Cecilio took a sip of his cigar and suddenly said, "Why didn't Agen come?"

Song Ci smiled and said: "Maybe you are afraid that he is coming, you will tie him to Italy and forbid him to go back?"

Cecilio smiled, and smiled with a frightening look high. He shook his head and sighed: "He doesn't want to stay. Even if I lock him, he can find a way to open the lock."

"That's it. The renovation work of his orphanage has been finished in the past few days, and I want to renovate it sooner and ventilate it. The garden will be officially opened next year to welcome the children home.

Song Ci told Cecilio: "Your wedding, he will not be absent."

Cecilio said: "He has longed for a home since he was a child. He grew up with me, but because of his father, he never regarded me as a home." Speaking of this, Cecilio couldn't help feeling a little melancholy. "That child has a kind of obsession with family." Because I don't have a home, I want to build a home for all the orphans in the world and be the father of all the orphans. This is Agen's dream.

"The four of us are brothers and sisters, and Ajan is the most tender-hearted. When he was a child, he was the only one who lost his leg in order to spare the innocent sacrifice. So his father was so disappointed with him, he tortured him twice." And the more Edward tortured Ajan, the deeper Ajan's desire for home.

After Edward's death, Agen was finally free and free, so how could he stupidly jump back into the cage where he was originally imprisoned.

"That's right." Cecilio seemed to think of something, he raised his leg, glanced at Song Ci, and said, "Kleiman is not in good health recently."

If Cecilio can use the words "not good" to describe it, it is clear that Kleiman's health is very bad. Song Ci felt sour at the thought of the poor Kleman. "What's up with him?"

"Ears are deaf, and eyes are almost blind."

Song Ci froze when she stroked her abdomen.

As a piano master, ears, eyes and fingers are the most important things of Kleiman. At the same time deafness and blindness, can Kleman bear it?

"I heard that he committed suicide once last week. He was found by his assistant and sent to the hospital in time." Cecilio broke the burning cigar from the middle. He took half of the cigar and walked over to Song Ci to sit down and raised his hand. He patted Song Ci on the shoulder and said: "If it weren't for our father, Kleiman and our mother would have been a match made by nature and talent."

"Xiao Ci, Kleiman is autistic, no one can walk into his heart, but he may be able to hear a few words about you. If you want, you can go and see him."

Whether Kleman is alive or dead, it has no effect on Cecilio. They haven't even met once, and haven't said a word.

But Cecilio knew the origins between Song Porcelain and Kleiman, and Edward's existence of Song Porcelain would be discovered by Edward, precisely because she starred in Kleiman's autobiography. Song Ci's recognition by Kleiman shows that Kleiman treats her differently.

Cecilio heard about this from Earl Ace. Since Earl Ace's awakening, his whole person has changed drastically. Although he is still the crazy Earl Ace, he has added two beloved things. .

1. He fell in love with a woman.

2. He fell in love with the piano and regarded Kleiman as his life idol.

Cecilio and Earl Ace occasionally get together for a cup of tea, chatting or something. Last time I met, Earl Ace told Cecilio about his idol Kleiman nearly died. Cecilio remembered it today, so he said smoothly to Song Ci.

Thinking of Kleiman's situation, Song Ci felt very uncomfortable. She asked, "Does Kleiman still live in France?"

"People with autism will not easily move their nests." Kleman is not short of fame and fortune, not short of money, but he always lives in the small house where he lives with his mother.

For so many years, I have never moved.

Song Ci said: "I will visit him after the wedding."

"Who are you going to see?" Han Zhan's voice sounded at the other end of the tea garden.

Song Ci and Cecilio looked up at the end of the garden, and saw the man standing under the street lamp, standing tall and arrogant. Cecilio shook his head and laughed, and said, "The man who almost became your father-in-law is sick."

Han Zhan felt inexplicable when he heard this.

Who almost became his father-in-law?

Who is that?

Cecilio got up and left first. Han Zhan walked to the position where Cecilio was sitting before and sat down next to Song Ci. Seeing Song Ci's lonely expression, he squeezed her hand and asked, "Who are you talking about?"

"Talking about Kleman."

Han Zhan suddenly realized.

It turned out to be talking about his mother-in-law's first love boyfriend, who was indeed the man who almost became his father-in-law.

"What's wrong with Kleman?"

Song Ci told Han Zhan of Kleman's condition truthfully, "Deaf and blind."

"He is a piano master, this deafness and blindness..." What the consequences would be, Han Zhan thought about it for a moment, and felt terrible.

"Kleiman tried to commit suicide last week." Song Ci, leaning on Han Zhan's shoulder, said: "Kleiman is an autistic patient and loves only three things in his life. One is the piano, the other is his biological mother, and the third is My mother. After my mother passed away, he didn't take it all his life, and he didn't take it anymore."

"Now that he is deaf and blind, and can no longer play the piano, he will naturally feel desperate. Kleiman, who can no longer play the piano, has lost his desire to live."

"Han Zhan." Song Ci raised her head and glanced at him. She had already made a decision. She said, "I have to go and see him."

Han Zhan subconsciously refused, "No way."

"Why?" Song Ci didn't expect Han Zhan to disagree.

Han Zhan put her arms around her shoulders, and he said, "That bad old man is so infatuated with your mother. Do you think that people like him treat you like a daughter, or..." Or a beloved woman?

Han Zhan couldn't figure out Kleiman's thoughts, and said nothing would allow Song Ci to go to Kleiman's side.

Song Ci couldn't laugh or cry. "He doesn't have that thought for me."

"But I won't allow you to go to other men." The thirty-five-year-old Han Zhan became an eighteen-year-old boy at this moment, so jealous that he couldn't stand it.

Song Ci looked at Han Zhan deeply for a moment, and then said, "Well, then, you accompany me. We will go to see COCO tomorrow, and then go to France. You come with me to see Keleman, I am with him on your eyelids. Do you always feel relieved about activities underneath?"

Han Zhan: "..."

"You." What else could he do, he could only agree. "I came on holiday with you. It's okay for you to take me to accompany a bad old man." Han Zhan complained, but he admired Song porcelain more in his heart.

He loves Song Ci's affectionate and righteous appearance.

"I want to go to sleep." Song Ci tried to get up, but Han Zhan grabbed his wrist again.

Song Ci lowered his head and asked Han Zhan. "Want to sit down for a while?"

Han Zhan blinked at her and said, "Today is your birthday. You are 25 years old."

Hearing this, Song Ci hurriedly stretched out his right hand toward Han Zhan, "What about the birthday present?"

Han Zhan smiled mysteriously and said, "You turn around."

With a heart of expectation, Song Ci quickly turned around.

Han Zhan began to count and counted to ten. He said, "You can turn around."

Song Ci turned around and found that the top four buttons of Han Zhan's shirt had been unbuttoned, revealing his left chest. On the skin of his left pectoral muscle, there is a tattoo of a little girl playing the violin.

The tattoo was obviously fresh, and the skin was red. Song Ci looked at the picture with a complicated expression, she was a little helpless and moved. "You haven't been showing up since you got off the plane, so did you get this tattoo?"

Han Zhan nodded, "Well, I will tattoo your most beautiful look on my chest, so that you and me will become one. Do you like this gift?"

Song Ci reached out and touched the picture, and said with a smile: "It seems that only teenagers can do this kind of thing."

Han Zhan frowned, "Do you think I am naive?"

Song Ci chuckled. She hugged Han Zhan and said, "No, I don't dislike your naivety. I love your impulse and passion for me." Let a 35-year-old man be a teenager for her. How could she dislike what a young talent would do?

"I like it." Song Ci bowed his head and kissed the tattoo, and then extended his right hand to Han Zhan, "Give me something visible."

She is so realistic.

Han Zhan was prepared early and took out the gift he had prepared from his pants pocket. The gift was packed in a small rectangular box, and Song Ci suspected that it contained gems or the like.

She opened the box and saw the contents of the box, her eyes were slightly stunned, and her vision soon became blurred. Tears fell on the contents of the box, and Song Ci raised his head and asked Han Zhan: "How did you find this thing?"

In the box, there is an ancient black wooden hairpin. This hairpin was carved by Nangongxian as a gift for Dugujie more than six hundred years ago. In the year the gift was given out, Dugujie was still only a prince, and had not yet ascended the throne to become emperor.

The last time Nangongxian saw this hairpin was in the palace of Taiping Emperor Dugujie.

That year, on the court, all the ministers forced the Taiping emperor to establish a queen. But Emperor Taiping had a person in his heart, why he refused to stand behind. In his heart, only Nangongxian can sit in the back position!

Nangongxian's sight of Dugujie will arouse public outrage, and if he does not stand, he will definitely arouse criticism. If chaos Chaogang, then she and Dugujie are both sinners. After Nangongxian entered the palace to persuade Dugu Jie to stand up, Dugu Jie made a request and asked her to accompany him to bed.

Nangongxian woke up that morning and found the black wooden hairpin under Dugujie's pillow.

That was the last time Nangongxian saw the hairpin.

That night, she slept for him all night without getting a rest. He bullied her like crazy, making red marks one after another on her body.

She waited for him one night, in exchange for a paper back edict for the next day.

More than six hundred years have passed, and those things belonging to Dugujie, whether they are intact or damaged, should have been in the Cultural Relics Bureau.

Song Ci stroked the hairpin, and the emotions that belonged to Nangongxian filled her mind. She lowered her head and said with tears: "Your Majesty..." After opening her mouth, Song Ci realized that she had made a slip of the tongue. She shook her head and said, "Six hundred years ago, this hairpin is still intact. ..."

Han Zhan was in a daze when he heard this sound.

He took Song Ci’s hand and told him, “Sheng’er put this hairpin embalmed and put it in my burial mound along with other funerary objects. This thing has remained in the Cultural Relics Bureau after being unearthed, and I also approved it. The relationship on Friday brought back what belonged to me."

"Sheng'er is a good boy." If there is a reincarnation, I hope that Sheng'er will be a good person in the next life.

Han Zhan took out the hairpin, and he said, “I don’t have long hair now. This hairpin can only be used by you.” The hairpin is no different between men and women. Han Zhan wanted to tie Song Ci’s hair, but I found myself not.

He held the hairpin and sighed: "I remember that the hairpin of the married woman had to be inserted by the husband himself." He glanced at Song Ci with a bit of a grievance, with regret, "But I, from There is no chance to insert a hairpin for you once."

"I was particularly regretful at that time. I really hope that in the next life I can be born in an ordinary family, have freedom of marriage, and don't have to bear the ups and downs of the whole country." Although my childhood was a bit harder in this life, my wish was finally fulfilled in the second half of my life.

Song Ci felt strangely uncomfortable. She said, "Come on, I'll teach you." Song Ci held Han Zhan's left hand and taught him how to use a hairpin to put his hair into a bun.

Han Zhan silently wrote down the tutorial. He said: "From now on, I will tie my hair up every day. I want to insert a hairpin for you."

Song Ci curled his lips and muttered: "No, you don't think you are tired of being aesthetically tired with your hair every day. Nowadays, big wave shawls are popular. For a person like me who is at the forefront of fashion, how can I get my hair every day..." , Song Ci saw Han Zhan's eyes become dangerous.

She swallowed silently, and whispered, "Then, let's take it." When Han Zhan went to work, she changed her hairstyle.

"Go, go back."

Han Zhan took Song Ci back to the house and walked on the road. Song Ci pouted and complained in a dull voice: "You didn't sing a birthday song with me. Happy birthday to me."

"No cake." Han Zhan said.

Song Ci: "You have to sing too!"

Han Zhan has nothing to do with her.

When he reached another street lamp, Han Zhan stopped and broke a branch from the green jungle in the garden. He squatted on the ground, drew a round cake shape in the mud on the side of the road, and drew a candle on the cake with 25 years old written on it.

Putting down the branches, Han Zhan stood up, clapping his hands, and sang softly with his beautiful violin voice: "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Cibao..."

Song Ci covered her mouth and laughed, making Han Zhan's face flushed.

"Okay, go back to the house. I sang the song and received the gift. I have a very happy birthday." Song Ci and Han Zhan returned to the room, and she went to take a bath first.

She put on her nightdress and sat on the sofa to make video calls with Han Miao and Han Jun.

At this time, Wangdongcheng was still afternoon.

Han Jun and Han Miao have just had lunch, and they are learning how to express their emotions from the early education teacher. The video was received by TV, and Song Ci appeared on the big TV.

The two sisters are at home, both wearing a suspender top and a pair of lantern over-the-knee trousers. "Mom!" They shouted to Mom together, and then Han Miao told Song Ci: "We dance and give it to you!"

"it is good!"

Han Jun and Han Miao knew that their mother was celebrating her birthday, so they rehearsed the dance in advance. The sisters stood barefoot on the carpet, dancing awkwardly. While dancing, he sang a happy birthday song in that milky tone.

Song Ci laughed while recording the screen.

"Mom, happy birthday!" Han Miao blew a kiss to Song Ci, while Han Jun stood solemnly in front of the TV and said with a serious expression: "Mom, happy birthday."

Song Ci smiled and said with tears in his eyes, "Thank you, darlings, I am very happy."

Han Miao asked, "Mom, when will you come back?"

"There is still half a month."

Han Miao asked: "Half a month is a few days."

Song Ci: "15 days."

Han Miao held his fingers, counted ten, and then found that he didn't have enough fingers, so he asked Han Jun to stretch out another hand. She counted to 15, and suddenly shouted: "No, no, I have to wait for three hands before mom will come back!"

This is too long!

"I want my mother to come back now!" When the children grow up, they are no longer ignorant of babies when they were young. They start to have emotions with their mothers.

Han Jun stared at Song Ci with bright eyes. She said, "Mom, we also want to go to Uncle's house."

Song Ci looked at her daughters, and suddenly felt softened. "Okay, I will let Dong Yang send you over."

Han Zhan walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel and heard Song Ci say: "Han Zhan, I miss the children a bit. I will ask Yan Qingxiu to send them over tomorrow."

Han Zhan gave her a deep look, his eyes filled with emotion.

Han Zhan knows that Song Ci is young, playful, and hates trouble, and has not yet fully devoted himself to his motherhood. The children are noisy, and bringing them will definitely affect Song Ci's mood, so this time in Italy, Han Zhan did not take the initiative to bring the children together.

But now that Song Ci took the initiative to mention it, Han Zhan was naturally happy. Han Zhan raised his hand, rubbed Song Ci's head, and sighed: "Our porcelain treasure is becoming more and more like a qualified and excellent mother."

Song Ci: "..."

I always feel that this is not a compliment to her.