Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Han Zhan is too tall, and when he is nearly 1.9 meters tall, he is very aggrieved when he bends over to change clothes.

The inside of the carriage was cramped, and Han Zhan's hands and feet would always touch Song Ci during his actions. The two met again after being separated for a week. There was a sweet feeling of being a little better than a newly married couple. When Han Zhan touched Song Ci with his elbow, both of them were silent for a while.

After changing his clothes, Han Zhan tilted his head and found that Song Ci was looking down, not knowing what he was looking at.

"Can you stop looking at me like that?" Being looked at by Song Ci like that, Han Zhan really wanted to be a beast.

Song Ci also knew that she was deliberately provoking, she touched her nose, turned to look out the window, and counted the traces of rain on the glass window.

After a long time, the car finally stopped. The sleepy Song Ci heard Han Zhan talking to the driver, then opened his eyes and looked out the window, only to find that the car had been parked in the underground garage downstairs.

Song Ci got out of the car and walked to Han Zhan's side.

Han Zhan thanked the driver, took a suitcase in each hand, and entered the elevator together with Song Ci. After entering the elevator, Song Ci was about to act coquettish with Han Zhan, but someone came in.

The visitor was a young boy who looked like a high school student, wearing a yellow jersey and holding a basketball in his hand. He should have recognized Song Ci, and after entering the elevator, he couldn't help but glance at her.

Song Ci is very self-conscious. Knowing that the young man is looking at her, she suddenly hugged Han Zhan's arm, coughed lightly, and said to the young man, "Little brother, don't think about me, there is no result."

The guy blushed, and when he reached the ninth floor, he quickly got out like a shrunken tortoise. As soon as he left, Han Zhan laughed. "You even bully children."

"Where is it?" Song Ci was not convinced and defended: "He is at most four or five years younger than me."

Han Zhan said, "Four or five years younger than you, isn't that a child?"

Song Ci suddenly laughed.

Han Zhan couldn't understand what she was laughing at. "why are you laughing?"

Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's deep-set face, and sneered: "I'm ten years younger than you, and I'm not a child? Interview Mr. Han, and do things with children as adults, don't you feel uneasy about your conscience? Do you think beasts are inferior?"

A disturbed conscience is inferior to a beast. With these two charges on his head, Han Zhan rarely became stupid and lost his sophistry.

Song Ci felt relieved when she saw that Han Zhan was deflated.

When getting out of the elevator, Song Ci took the initiative to share a suitcase for Han Zhan. The two pulled their luggage home, Han Zhan opened the door, and as soon as he moved the luggage into the porch, Song Ci hugged him from behind.

Her long arms were placed on Han Zhan's blue-gray shirt, and the color contrast was very sharp. Song Ci's head kept rubbing against his back. "Brother Han" she only called Brother Han, but the hint was very meaningful.

Han Zhan pulled her hand away very calmly. He turned around, looked down at Song Ci's overly delicate face, and said solemnly, "Little boy, after hearing your condemnation, I just want to be a person now."

Song Ci was taken aback.

Understanding that Han Zhan was talking about the incident in the elevator, Song Ci was dumbfounded.

This man is so stingy.

"Then I beg you to be a beast." Song Ci had no lower limit and took the initiative to admit his mistake. Han Zhan endured and endured, but he couldn't help it. He rested his forehead on Song Ci's forehead and whispered to her, "Cibao, why are you so afraid of death?"

She was really young, so she was unscrupulous.

Song Ci was very arrogant, she said, "How do you know if you don't try?"

Han Zhan raised his eyebrows.

OK, just try it.

There was thunder and rain outside the window, the sky was dark, and the room without the lights was dark and dangerous, but there was a terrible magic that attracted people to die.

Lightning pulled out a few terrifying scratches on the edge of the city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, like old tree roots that were intertwined. The terrifying light was printed on the floor-to-ceiling windows. Song Ci subconsciously turned to look at the light, but Han Zhan covered his eyes with his hands.

rumbling—

The thunder was amazing.

Amidst the deafening thunder, Song Ci heard Han Zhan's satisfied humming.

He killed her and resurrected her.

Song Ci was lying on the bed softly, her head resting on the pure black pillow, because her eyes were red because she cried. Han Zhan was on the phone with someone, his voice flat and indifferent, completely different from the beast who had pestered her to call her brother over and over again.

Song Ci glanced at the things in the trash can, her eyes were a little confused. Now is the ovulation period and a good time to get pregnant. Why does Han Zhan need contraception?

Is it because she is ugly and not worthy of giving birth to the baby of the Han family?

Song Ci thought wildly, and the person beside her finally hung up. Seeing that Song Ci hadn't slept yet, Han Zhan asked her if she was not sleepy.

Song Ci shook her head.

"I'm thinking of a question."

"Huh?" Han Zhan's subwoofer was languid and heart-wrenching.

Song Ci turned over and looked at Han Zhan's profile face leaning against the head of the bed.

Either way, it's perfect everywhere.

"Why is Brother Han surnamed Han?"

As soon as this question was asked, Song Ci saw that all the warm colors on Han Zhan's face disappeared. For a moment, Song Ci felt that the temperature in the house had dropped. She suddenly realized that Han Zhan was actually a very scary person. No one dared to approach him without deliberately restraining his aura.

Song Ci cautiously poked Han Zhan's collarbone socket, "Brother Han, don't scare me, you are quite scary."

Song Ci's poking was like releasing the acupuncture point on Han Zhan's body, and Han Zhan finally regained his popularity. He shook his head slightly, not wanting to explain the problem, but also not wanting to deceive Song Ci. "I don't really want to tell you, I'll tell you later."

Song Ci hurriedly said yes.

She made Han Zhan unhappy just now, and Song Ci didn't dare to talk any more. She had lingering fears and couldn't sleep.

She was frightened by Han Zhan's appearance just now.

Realizing Song Ci's unease, Han Zhan suddenly hugged her in his arms. "Don't think about it, go to sleep."

Song Ci closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Pretend to be, you really fall asleep, and you can't wake up. �€�

When he woke up again, it was already dark, Song Ci opened his eyes, smeared and turned on the light. She wrapped her nightgown and went downstairs. She saw the lights in the conference room on the second floor. She could hear the voices of strangers talking. Occasionally, Han Zhan would echo a few words.

Song Ci decided to cook first.

She opened the refrigerator, embarrassed. When Han Zhan was away, she emptied the refrigerator. Song Ci found a purple potato, a handful of noodles, and three eggs.

When Han Zhan came downstairs after the video conference, and saw the dinner on the table, he frowned and looked gloomy.

Two roasted purple potatoes, a bowl of egg noodles, and two fried eggs, this is dinner

Song Ci pushed the bowl of shredded egg noodles and a purple potato in front of Han Zhan's position, just like offering a baby, and said to him with a smile, "Brother Han, I'll give you all the good things." She only kept it for herself. two eggs.

Han Zhan walked over silently and sat down. He glanced at the things on the table and said, "Give it to me, it's not enough."

Han Zhan and Song Ci are not brothers and sisters, don't think about it, don't engage in German orthopedics