Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci felt a pain in her heart.

In her last life, the only person she didn't miss out on was Yan Jiang.

Song Ci rubbed her chest and said, "I have nothing to do. I went to interview a pilot today and got an internship opportunity. How about a drink to celebrate?"

Song Ci decided to be nice to Yan Jiang, after all, he was the only one crying for her in the emergency room. Maybe after death, he is the only one who burns paper for her every death anniversary.

"Okay, come out, the bar is up!"

"Okay, I'll change clothes."

After changing clothes, Song Ci put down her curly hair, put on heavy makeup, and put on sunglasses. She squatted in front of the dressing mirror and took a selfie, put it on Weibo without beauty, and set off to the bar.

On the other side, after Li Li was sent home by Han Zhan's driver, he went to Weibo to search for Song Ci out of curiosity, and wanted to know about Han Zhan's trainee pilot in advance. The main thing is to see how beautiful she is.

After reading Song Ci's Weibo, Li Li found that the girl was a stunner, so he silently paid attention.

There is no man who does not love beauty.

Li Li was about to quit Weibo when he found that Song Ci had just updated a new update. Out of curiosity, Li Li glanced at it.

Song Song Song Song Ci V: Tonight I will be the coolest girl in Wangdongcheng, picture.jpg.

Li Li enlarges the picture.

Song Ci in the picture is wearing a black low-cut camisole, a washed blue denim shirt, and a pair of coveted sexy long legs, wrapped in only a pair of ultra-shorts, which can barely cover her buttocks.

She squatted in front of a floor-to-ceiling dressing mirror, took a photo with her phone in her right hand, and lifted her long curly hair on her forehead with her left. Just looking at the still picture, you can also feel the seductive hotness emanating from Song Ci.

Seeing this, Li centrifugally shook his head and sighed: No more drama.

It seems that this girl can't help Han Zhan out of the misery of being single.

Han Zhan has three dislikes for the girls around him—

One doesn't like long hair fluttering, two doesn't like a voluptuous figure, and three doesn't like being coquettish.

Very good, Song Ci has all of them. �€�

Arriving at the bar, Song Ci went straight to the second floor and found Yan Jiang in the booth on the left.

Yan Jiang is a wonderful flower.

He is an actor, regarded as the most beautiful male star by the entertainment industry, and his debut is the peak.

He's the mainstay of streaming stars.

Because the beauty is so extreme, it is difficult for Yan Jiang to receive a suitable role. He is very picky, and refuses to shoot scripts with no connotation, so he has been in an embarrassing situation where his popularity is purple and red, but there is no drama to shoot.

Three years ago, Yuji wanted to ridicule him that he had no drama to film, so he asked him a sharp question on the premise of knowing that he had only made one drama—

"Which do you think is your most perfect work?"

Yan Jiang's answer is still praised to this day. He said: "I am the most perfect work."

Some people satirize Yan Jiang's eyes higher than the top, proud and proud. But his Yangou still loves him to the core.

Yan Jiang and Song Ci were neighbors when they were children. Later, after the earthquake disaster, Song Ci was adopted by the Mu family, and Yan Jiang and Song Ci and Song Fei broke off contact.

After growing up, Song Ci became the first lady in Wangdu and a big V on Weibo. Yan Jiang became a male star and the most beautiful man in the entertainment industry. The two met at a fashion event, and they recognized each other as childhood partners during the detailed discussion.

The little friends who stalked the chicken and the dog together when they were young, and met again when they grew up, naturally cherished each other and became the best bad friend.

Interestingly, Yan Jiang, a male artist, is proficient in basic medicine, clinical medicine, and forensic medicine. Few people know that Yan Jiang's ambition is actually to be a forensic doctor.

He often said that if the entertainment industry couldn't keep up, he was going to be a forensic doctor to deal with the dead.

When Song Ci saw Yan Jiang, Yan Jiang was holding a book of anatomy and medicine, reading the book while eating popcorn, and reading it with relish.

Yan Jiang was wearing a pure white T-shirt, covered with a long-sleeved shirt with a black feather pattern, a long silver necklace hung around his neck, and his hair was slightly longer.

The shape is simple and not exaggerated, but the first handsome man is the first handsome man, even wearing a T-shirt and shirt is so handsome that you can't close your legs.

Sitting down beside Yan Jiang, Song Ci poured himself a glass of wine.

Yan Jiang turned his head, looked at Song Ci for a long time, and suddenly said, "I haven't seen you for a few days, you are a little different." This man behaved in a high-profile and arrogant manner, but his voice was gentle and elegant.

Song Ci stopped drinking.

She looked at Yan Jiang and said mysteriously, "What's the difference? Let's see if your guess is correct."

Yan Jiang looked into the depths of Song Ci's eyes, he pursed his lips, and said, "It's even more coquettish."

Song Ci immediately poured the remaining sip of wine in the cup onto Yan Jiang's face.

Yan Jiang has long been accustomed to Song Ci's style like a small steel cannon.

While wiping the wine stains on his face with a towel, he made a tsk tsk sound, intimidating Song Ci: "You are finished, my face is insured, you dare to pour wine on my face, and you are not afraid of being handed by my fans. torn?"

Song Ci didn't apologize sincerely: "I was wrong."

"I don't accept the apology." After Yan Jiang wiped his face clean, he folded the towel squarely, and then threw it into the ashtray.

Lots of bugs.

Song Ci stared at the young people on the dance floor on the first floor who were frantically releasing hormones, and suddenly heard Yan Jiang say, "Did you encounter any difficulties? I think you are a little gloomy."

Song Ci looked back at him.

Under the flickering colored lights, Yan Jiang's face was full of seriousness.

Song Ci seemed to hear Yan Jiang's heart-breaking cry in the emergency room, her heart trembled, and her head rested on Yan Jiang's head.

Yan Jiang was stunned for a moment, looking a little surprised.

Song Ci is a small steel cannon, never showing his weak side in front of others. Even Yan Jiang, who has the best relationship with her, has never seen her fragile appearance.

Yan Jiang couldn't help but worry.

"What happened, who bullied you?"

Song Ci said: "I finally believe that if one day I die, if there is one person who will cry for me, that person must be you."

Because I have heard you cry for me, in this life, I never want to hear it again.

Yan Jiang was a little confused and moved by Song Ci's words. After being moved, he decided to push Song Ci away with a slap. "Go away, don't take the opportunity to eat my tofu."

Song Ci was sad, but when Yan Jiang pushed him, he suddenly slumped and bumped into the waiter who passed by. It happened that the tray in the waiter's hand was full of wine, Song Ci bumped, the tray fell over, and the wine just drenched Song Ci.

This series of operations of betting on orphans is astounding.

Song Porcelain: ""

This is why Yan Jiang was born handsome and handsome, but Song Ci couldn't have love for him.

Yan Jiang did not expect such a tragic situation, and the two stared at each other.

"I apologize." Yan Jiang raised his hands in surrender.

Song Ci: "Go away!"

Tian couldn't talk anymore, Yan Jiang took the initiative to settle the bill and walked out of the bar with Song Ci.

Yan Jiang held his anatomy book and stared at Song Ci's wet hair, feeling a little guilty. "I called a chauffeur, how do you get back?"

Song Ci said, "I'll be dripping."

After speaking, Song Ci suddenly stared at the other side of the road without blinking.

Yan Jiang followed and looked over and saw Mu Qiu. Mu Qiu stood with a few girls, she seemed to be a little uncomfortable, and half of her body leaned weakly on the girl beside her.

One night, Song Ci grabbed Han Zhan's tie, stared at his focused eyes, and said, "I heard that you don't like women with fluttering hair, enchanting bodies, and coquettish coquettishness?"

Han Zhan didn't hesitate: "Yes."

Song Ci clicked, "Then what do you like?"

Han Zhan: "Song porcelain."