Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Facing the brutal and moody Cheng Ziang, Song Ci is also afraid! But no matter how strong she is, she is still a girl after all. Although men and women are equal, in terms of physical strength, girls are naturally not as strong and powerful as men.

Cheng Ziang has a violent personality. When he can't find something, he kicks her with his fist and the toe of his leather shoe. Sometimes, he picked up the vase and threw it at her without blinking. In those few years, there were always scars hidden under Song Ci's beautiful dress.

It was a life not as good as a pig and a dog.

Song Ci, even with a thin quilt, was embraced by Han Zhan. Song Ci bit her red lips harder, and heard Han Zhan comforting behind him: "It's okay, porcelain treasure, you are safe now."

Han Zhan finally understood why all the charitable funds received at Song Ci's birthday charity banquet were donated to anti-domestic violence organizations. Because she has suffered from it, she hopes that those who are suffering can get out of the desperate life of dire straits.

Song Ci wiped away her tears indiscriminately, and she secretly pulled down the quilt covering her head, revealing a pair of wet eyes. At this moment, those charming eyes were full of tears, even more sobbing, so pitiful.

Song Ci looked at Han Zhan and made Han Zhan feel soft-hearted.

"Brother Han."

Han Zhan: "Huh?" Han Zhan moved his eyes away from Song Ci's eyes as much as possible, so as not to think again, then he was really a beast.

Song Ci said, "You are not allowed to hit me. If you hit me, I will ignore you again."

Han Zhan hugged her tighter and promised, "Okay, I will definitely not hit you."

In the early morning of the next day, Han Zhan woke up. Song Ci heard the movement of him getting up, she just turned over, buried her cheeks in the pillow and continued to pretend to sleep.

"Don't get up?" Han Zhan knew that Song Ci was shy.

Song Ci replied vaguely: "Shame, shameless to face Jiang Dong's elders." After crying last night, Song Ci was embarrassed to face Han Zhan.

Han Zhan smiled and rubbed her hair before going downstairs to the gym alone.

A few days ago, when Han Zhanchen got up for training, Song Ci would also get up for morning exercise. When exercising, Song Ci would sit on the parallel bars, and when Han Zhan succeeded in a pull-up, Song Ci would bow his head and kiss his forehead.

When the two were exercising, they slaughtered all the single dogs in the world!

Han Zhan thought that he would have such benefits this morning, and he was looking forward to it.

Pity.

As soon as Han Zhan left, Song Ci got up.

After Han Zhan finished exercising, he walked out of the gym and heard Song Ci's lazily footsteps. He raised his head and saw that Song Ci was supporting his lazy waist and descending the stairs.

With that support, the hem of her loose shirt followed up, which was really beautiful.

Han Zhan stood there, staring at the fair skin on Song Ci's waist, and many strange thoughts flashed in his mind.

Song Ci had no idea that Han Zhan was thinking about her again and again. She walked up to Han Zhan while humming a song, gave Han Zhan a wink, and said, "Morning, brother."

This sweet-sounding brother, like a meteor falling from the sky, smashed into the endless dry grassland.

After setting the fire, Song Ci wanted to run away.

However, Han Zhan grabbed her wrist, clasped her arm and pressed her against the door of the gym. The movement was gentle, but Song Ci still howled.

"pain!"

Han Zhan let out his strength, leaned over and asked Song Ci, "Who did you put on such beautiful makeup for in the morning?" Song Ci was wearing makeup upstairs just now. It was a very elegant look, but she deliberately made those winks even more intense. Hook people.

Song Ci looked at him with hanging eyes, and said, "I'll show you."

"There's nothing I can do about you?" Han Zhan looked at his watch, and suddenly said without thinking, "Although I don't have enough time, I'm the boss, so it doesn't matter if I'm late once."

After he finished speaking, he opened the door of the fitness room and threw Song Ci in with a blank face.

When Song Ci was thrown into the gym, she had the epiphany that she walked into the wolf's den, and she realized later that the provocative behavior just now was a bit too much.

Han Zhan is a careful person, and almost every place is equipped with things that are needed at critical moments.

Seeing Han Zhan reaching out and taking out a familiar packaging bag from the storage board, Song Ci sent out a soul torture to Han Zhan: "So afraid of me getting pregnant? Brother Han, am I not worthy of your Han family's seed? Or do I look good? Ugly? Or do I have a humble identity and a low bloodline?"

Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci, who had a lot of drama, and said without emotion: "You are a white-eyed wolf who has not yet been raised. When you get your revenge and give birth to a child, isn't it just a matter of kicking me?"

Song Ci was even more grieved and indignant: "Brother Han, it turns out that in your eyes, I am so ruthless and unrighteous! The concubine can only show her ambition by death!" Song Ci made a gesture of wiping her neck with her hands.

Han Zhan's mouth twitched, "Are you finished?"

Song Ci will accept it when she sees it.

Han Zhan said solemnly: "I am a disabled person. Finally, a good-looking and blind girl married me. I don't pay attention to it. If you run away, who will pay me a wife?"

Song Ci didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Brother Han, I really won't leave you."

Han Zhan believes that she has a ghost.

Afterwards, Song Ci and Han Zhan both took a shower and changed their clothes. Song Ci sweated and disliked her makeup, so she simply took off her makeup. After tidying up, the two make breakfast together.

Song Ci's breakfast is very small, her cod porridge is served in small bowls, and Han Zhan's porridge is served in sea bowls. Song Ci stared at the bowl in front of Han Zhan and scare him: "Be careful if you eat like this, in two years you will become a greasy uncle with a fat head and big ears."

Han Zhan: "No, I need a lot of effort, and I won't get fat."

After understanding Han Zhan's suggestion, the smart Song Ci chose not to say anything.

After drinking the last mouthful of porridge, Han Zhan put down the spoon and asked Song Ci, "What are you going to do today?" She put on makeup early in the morning and must be going out.

Song Ci said, "I'm going out in the morning. I have something to do. By the way, I'm recovering well now, I can work, and I can travel with the plane at any time."

Thinking of the change in their identities now, Han Zhan took a deep look at Song Ci and asked with interest, "What identity do you want to be with the machine? Wife, or subordinate?"

Sitting on his side, holding his chest high and raising his head, Song Ci's winking eyes swept away Han Zhan, charming Tiancheng. Her answer, as always, will not disappoint Han Zhan. Song Ci said: "I am your most loyal pilot during working hours. At other times, I am what you want me to be."

Blinking his eyes, Song Ci said again: "Dear, which one do you want, I can switch randomly here~"

Han Zhan raised his eyebrows calmly, stared at Song Ci with a charming face, and said in a complicated tone, "Hello."

Song Ci frowned.

Do domestic abuse husbands go to jail?