Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

After dinner, Han Zhan opened his notebook and found a few videos of the final scene of the violin competition.

Finding that the contestants often performed on stage for more than half an hour, he couldn't help but cast a worried look at Song Ci.

Song Ci was eating cantaloupe, and when he saw it, he asked, "What are you looking at?"

Han Zhan said: "Is it tiring to be on stage for so long?"

Song Ci said: "It's not easy anyway."

He set his eyes on Song Ci's belly, and said anxiously: "You have more than a month to give birth, and I always can't let it go."

"The competition cycle is one month. I have one and a half months left before the due date. Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Some children will be born before the due date, and some will be delayed. Song Ci thought that her due date was still one and a half months, and the baby would never come out half a month earlier.

But she was still worried, she sighed, "I hope the child can stay in my stomach for a few more days."

Han Zhan and Song Ci thought about going together, he pondered for a moment, made a decision, and said: "In this way, I will equip you with a professional gynecology team, so that they can follow you and I can rest assured."

Song Ci also thinks this is the best way, but...

"Will it be too exciting for the teacher?" She went to participate in a violin competition, with bodyguards and a gynecological team. The national leaders did not show up like her when they went abroad. Song Ci was afraid that people would be scolded if this happened.

Han Zhan squeezed Song Ci's cheek and said, "You are worth it."

When Song Ci heard this, his heart was sweet.

Han Zhan turned off the computer and said to Song Ci, "Go, go to bed, and catch a plane tomorrow."

"Ok."

Sleep well all night.

Early the next morning, Han Zhan sent Song Ci back to Yulong Villa to pack up with her.

Song Ci's dress for participating in the competition has been sent to Belgium. She only needs to wear everyday clothes. But Song Ci loves beauty very much. The clothes she wears every day don't see the same pattern. She brought five boxes of clothes.

Han Zhan stared at the pile of suitcases and couldn't help but took a photo and posted it to Moments.

He was going to post the picture directly. What did he think of, he looked back at the stinky Song Ci in the dressing room and asked: "I am going to send the picture of your suitcase to Moments. Doesn't this need a P picture?"

Song Ci stopped, blinked back at him, and said, "Yes."

Han Zhan just posted a circle of friends.

Han Zhan: My wife is going to Belgium to participate in the violin competition. She doesn't have much clothes, so she only has five boxes. Attached.jpg.

Han Zhan has two WeChat accounts, one is a work account and the other is a private account. He uses a private account to send it. The friends in the private account are all friends who have a good relationship in life.

At this age, most of my friends have become families and businesses. Seeing Han Zhan’s circle of friends, everyone left a message——

Northern Warfare: [Women are so terrible. Every time my family goes out, they have to bring four or five boxes, and when they come back, they have to bring eight or nine boxes. 】

Dongfang Rin: [My wife goes out without luggage, but every time she comes back, her luggage is too much to fit in the trunk of the car. Women can really buy things. 】

Cheng Yanmo: [Excuse me, I don't have a wife. 】

Han Zhan’s circle of friends are all big brothers who know each other. Everyone leaves a message on Han Zhan’s WeChat and everyone else can see it.

Li Li stared at Cheng Yanmo's message and shed bitter tears silently. He and Cheng Yanyan are really hard brothers, both men who were once married and later divorced.

Song Ci changed clothes in the locker room, even if she was pregnant, she would dress beautifully.

Han Zhan walked into the locker room and saw Song Ci trying to stuff her fat legs into a pair of white boots.

The white sheepskin boots are a style that modifies the shape of the feet. The shoes of this style are very thin. Song Ci is in the third trimester of pregnancy, and is somewhat fatter.

Sheepskin boots that would look modified to the legs, but now they can’t be worn.

Han Zhan felt aggrieved by the boots, which covered the amount of meat that shouldn't be covered.

Han Zhan couldn't stand it anymore. He said, "Can't you change a pair?" He took a pair of eight-hole Martin boots from the shoe rack and said to Song Ci, "This is looser, and you can wear it comfortably."

Song Ci found that sheepskin boots really can’t be worn. She sighed annoyedly, “I’m getting fat.” She looked up at the shoes in Han Zhan’s hand, and said, “I’m a fashion blogger. You don’t deserve me. skirt."

Han Zhan couldn't understand Song Ci's idol baggage.

"Don't wear that, just wear this." Han Zhan simply snatched the sheepskin boots in front of Song Ci and threw the Martin boots in front of Song Ci.

Song Ci was puffed up and said, "I have a big belly and I can't bend it down. You can wear it for me."

Han Zhan really squatted down and put on Martin boots for Song Ci by himself. Without the index and middle fingers of his right hand, he pinched the laces with his thumb and ring finger.

Song Ci looked down at Han Zhan patiently tying his shoes, and suddenly realized that he was making trouble for nothing. She said awkwardly: "Get up, and I will do the rest by myself."

Han Zhan said, "Let me wear it for you."

Song Ci snatched the shoes and put them on, saying, "He is 1.9 meters tall and looks silly on the ground. Get up, stop squatting."

Han Zhan knew that Song Ci was feeling sorry for him, but he did not point out.

Han Zhan looked at Song Ci's cloakroom and found that Song Ci had many clothes but not a few furs, so he asked her, "Do you not like furs?"

Song Ci was tying her shoelaces and said without looking up, "I like it."

"Then why do you rarely buy fur?"

Song Ci frowned and said, "I used to like fur, but I was insulted by environmentalists. Mu Qiu is an environmentalist. During the summer vacation in college, Mu Qiu tricked me into the fur production site. Forced me to see the **** scene."

"I was so scared that I never dared to wear fur again." The only furs in Song Ci's cloakroom were all imitation fur.

When Mu Qiu's name was mentioned again, Song Ci was in a daze. She raised her head and asked Han Zhan, "How is Mu Qiu now?" Song Ci knew that Han Zhan had always sent people to monitor Mu Qiu to prevent Mu Qiu from becoming a demon.

Han Zhan told her: "She is doing well in Yuezhao'an now, and she can hold small-scale ceremonies."

Song Cipo was a little surprised, "She is really focused on Buddha?"

Han Zhan: "It looks like it's real."

Speaking of Mu Qiu, Song Ci inevitably thought of Cheng Yanmo. "Then Mr. Cheng and her really lost contact afterwards?"

"No." Han Zhan thought of something, and he asked Song Ci: "Do you know about Cheng Yanmo's relationship?"

"Cheng Yanmo is in love?" Song Ci didn't know this, "Who?"

"His assistant Vivien."

Song Ci has some impressions of Vivien. Last year, Cheng Yanmo brought Vivien to their home for dinner. "He is finally falling in love, and I am worried that he can't let go of Mu Qiu, planning to be so single for a lifetime."

"Not so much."

Han Miao and Han Jun knew that their mother was leaving this time to participate in the violin competition, but they didn't argue that Song Ci would take them with them.

After lunch, the sisters took Song Ci to the room.

Han Miao and Han Jun slept on the same bed. Han Miao said to Song Ci: "Mom, you can leave when we fall asleep, okay?"

How could Song Ci be willing to reject Xiao cutie's proposal?

"it is good."

"Then you can draw us little stars, okay?"

"Row."

Listening to the little stars played by Song Ci, Han Miao and Han Jun rolled on the bed for a while and fell asleep. Song Ci put away the piano, kissed the children on the cheeks, and then left their room gently.

Han Zhan stood in the living room downstairs and waited for her. Seeing her coming down, Han Zhan took the initiative to take her piano case. "Let's go, everything is loaded, it's time to go to the airport."

"it is good."

Originally, Song Ci only planned to bring two bodyguards, a Chinese chef, and her stylist friends Allen and Allen's assistants to the competition.

Because of Han Zhan's temporary intention, another gynecological team was added. The team consists of three people, one obstetrician and two assistants.

The original group of six people became a group of nine people.

Han Zhan had asked Long Yu to apply for a flight to Belgium early, so that Song Ci could go to Belgium directly by private jet at home.

When Song Ci arrived at the airport, she realized that Song Fei and Shen Yubei had arrived long ago. Seeing everyone there, she, who was not under pressure, suddenly felt Alexander.

Song Ci held the wind-blown hair behind her ears, and said with a smile: "You are all here to see me off. If I fail to win the championship, I will be ashamed to come back to see you."

Hearing what Song Ci said, Song Fei immediately said, "Then I will go now." She really wanted to go, and wanted to relieve Song Ci.

Song Ci quickly grabbed Song Fei's hand. "Don't go, Song Fei!"

Song Fei stopped and looked at her without speaking. Song Ci squeezed Song Fei's hand. She said, "You must come on the night of the championship."

Song Fei's cold face brought a very faint smile, "Well, I will definitely come."

Song Ci looked at Shen Yubei again, "Teacher, wait for my good news."

Shen Yubei saw that Song Ci was under great pressure, and he said earnestly: "Song Ci, a person who really loves music, never cares about winning or losing. Whether the world recognizes her ability or whether she recognizes her status, as long as she loves music. Without giving up on music, she is the king of music."

Shen Yubei hugged Song Ci and proudly said to her: "It doesn't matter whether you win the championship or not. In the teacher's heart, from the moment you knelt in front of my house three years ago, you are Champion."

From the moment he defeated his own demons, Song Ci was the uncrowned king.

"...Teacher." Song Ci almost broke into tears when she heard this. "I understand what you mean." The teacher is afraid that her expectations for this competition are too high, and she is afraid that she will not be able to win the championship in the end.

But she will never fail.

Music has never won or lost, only love and not love. To make music with the heart of winning or losing, it will never be possible to make truly successful music.

"Teacher rest assured, I will go all out. I don't care if I win or lose."

When Shen Yubei heard her answer, he knew that Song Ci really understood his intentions. "Okay, good boy!" Knowing that Han Zhan and Song Ci still have something to say, Shen Yubei also wisely left first.

After Shen Yubei left, Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's shoulder. He said, "Teacher Shen just hugged you. If this is a different man, I can beat him to death."

Song Ci laughed, bright and charming, as charming as a rose.

Song Cichao Han Zhan opened his arms and asked him: "Then do you want to hug me?"

Han Zhan shook his head. He said, "No, when you win the championship, I will give you a hug of the championship."

"You have so much confidence in me?"

Han Zhan has always been confident in her.

Han Zhan took a deep look at Song Ci, then took off the piano case on his back, took a step back, put the piano case in both hands, and said to Song Ci: "Han Zhan is here, I wish you an invincible player on the field, and full honor. !"

Song Ci stared at Han Zhan blankly. At this moment, time traveled back to the Luo dynasty more than six hundred years ago.

That year, in the Maple Leaf Forest, the young prince held the Sunburst Arrow in his hand and carefully hid his feelings without regrets. His voice said proudly: "Little General Nangong, I hope this Sunburst Arrow will accompany the king to kill the enemy and gallop on the battlefield! In the capital, I wish you all the invincible hands in the four directions, and you will still be a young man after returning!

The pictures of past and present overlapped, and Song Ci couldn't help but his eyes were dim. She took the piano case with both hands and looked at Han Zhan, with a thousand words in her heart, but she didn't know where to say it.

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched and stretched the two figures away, like two parallel lines that would not collide, just as they were more than 600 years ago.

But this time, Song Ci took the initiative to take a step forward, stood on tiptoe, and kissed Han Zhan's forehead.

The two lines that should not intersect finally met.

She said: "I love you."

I love you, I loved you six hundred years ago, and I still love you six hundred years later.

Han Zhan raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him. He squeezed his hands into fists, and said in a dumb voice, "I look forward to this moment. How desperate he felt when handing it to Nangongxian.

At that time, he was thinking in his heart, if there is an afterlife...

If there is an afterlife, he will never let her bear the rise and fall of the country again!

He wants her to be rich in clothes and food, with golden branches and leaves, playing the piano and composing poems, and enjoy the glory and wealth!