Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

"Before the accident, there were countless women chasing him, but so what?" Song Ci stared at the beautiful and moving girl in the mirror with a domineering look on her face. Han Zhan, finally became my Han Zhan."

Hearing this, Li Yao narrowed her eyes and looked at Song Ci with a scrutiny. From the young girl's face, he saw possessiveness and scheming. Sure enough, the first lady, where is the stupid white sweet.

"Song Ci, since you have decided to be Han Zhan's wife, I hope you can support each other with him for the rest of your life." Li Yao doesn't care about the reason and purpose of Song Ci and Han Zhan's marriage, he only cares about the result.

I just hope that Song Ci will treat Han Zhan well and live up to her life.

Song Ci turned around and looked at Li Yao seriously. She looked serious and said, "As long as Han Zhan lives up to me, Song Ci will live up to him."

With her words, Li Yao was relieved.

After changing the dress, Song Ci was doing styling in Li Yao's studio. After finishing the look, Li Yao looked at Song Ci with satisfaction and said, "Okay, now I can show Zhan Zhan your most beautiful side."

Song Ci looked at herself in the glasses, looking forward to Han Zhan's reaction. �€�

Han Zhan was sitting at the coffee table in the lobby talking on the phone, speaking in German. He should be discussing Zeus 1 with his German partner. Song Ci waited for him to finish talking on the phone before coughing.

Han Zhan turned around in surprise, and was a little surprised to see Song Ci standing behind him. "All right?"

Song Ci's fingers circled in front of her collarbone. She stared at Han Zhan with bright eyes, and asked Han Zhan expectantly and nervously, "Brother Han, how are you, isn't she beautiful?"

Han Zhan's attention was on the dress on her body.

"Not very good." As if he didn't see the gloomy color in Song Ci's eyes, Han Zhan opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Mrs. Cheng's 80th birthday is a serious occasion, I think you should wear something more dignified and conservative. dress"

The words were just and solemn, but Han Zhan's eyes lingered back and forth between Song Ci's collarbone and his chest.

After Song Ci heard this, he also felt reasonable. She was about to nod, but Li Yao stared at Han Zhan with a see-through look, and said blankly, "What nonsense, aren't you just worried that she is too good-looking and will be missed by others?"

What man is not possessive?

Han Zhan was rarely embarrassed when his mind was pierced. Song Ci's eyes brightened, she tilted her head and asked Han Zhan, "Is what Uncle Li said true?"

How can Han Zhan admit it.

He said with a serious face: "Change one, I think that one is fine." Song Ci looked in the direction of Han Zhan's fingers. It was a red fishtail dress with sloping shoulders, which was not too revealing. , and looks solemn.

Song Ci privately wanted to dress beautifully and shine, but she still took Han Zhan's possessiveness into consideration, and finally put on the red fishtail dress.

Before leaving, Han Zhan said to Li Yao, "Uncle Li, I want that purple dress too, someone will come to pick it up later."

Li Yao raised her eyebrows and said angrily, "Let's go!"

Song Ci in the front heard Han Zhan's words and was slightly startled. Why is this guy so capricious?

Standing in the elevator, Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Don't you like that one?"

Han Zhan said, "You dress well."

"You don't allow me to wear it." Song Ci's tone was a little annoyed. At this time, the advantages of being single are reflected. When you are single, who can control what you want to wear. But after getting married, and relying on Han Zhan to take care of him, Song Ci can only please him.

Han Zhan knew that Song Ci was dissatisfied with her decision, and also knew that the reason why she was willing to obey and change her dress was to please herself. He leaned over Song Ci's ear and said, "You can wear it at home, I like it very much."

Song Ci thought of some hot scene, and took a deep look at Han Zhan. She suddenly smiled and said, "Brother Han, I am only 22 years old this year. You are already 32 years old, although you are in your prime now. , Physical and mental are very good, you can do whatever you want.”

Seeing that Han Zhan was attracted by his own words, Song Ci took revenge and said in a pretentious and kitsch manner: "It is said that women are like wolves in their thirties and forty like tigers."

Patting Han Zhan's stomach, he could feel the vigorous power hidden under the fabric. Song Ci thought that the muscles were really hard, but she said something wrong, "At that time, I am afraid that the muscles will become fat, the uncle will become a grandfather, and if the physical strength can't keep up with the relationship between husband and wife, there will be problems."

Han Zhan's brows and hearts jumped wildly, resisting the urge to beat Song Ci violently.

The elevator reached the first floor. After Han Zhan stepped out, he suddenly turned around and stopped Song Ci who was about to get out of the elevator.

Song Ci looked up at him, saw Han Zhan's gloomy expression, and said, "Cibao is right, so I should use up your energy ahead of time, so that when you are 30 years old, you won't have the energy to deal with those idiots."

Song Porcelain: ""

She has some sore leg cartilage. �€�

On the way to the Cheng family's mansion, neither of them said a word, both of whom were harboring ghosts. Han Zhan's driver left early, and now Long Yu is driving. Long Yu found that the atmosphere in the car was strange, and he didn't dare to talk much, so he drove with his head down.

The car arrived at the gate of Cheng's house safely all the way.

Han Zhan retracted his gaze from the window and turned his head to see Song Ci staring at the Cheng family's house in a daze. She looked gloomy, as if remembering something unpleasant.

Han Zhan suddenly said to Long Yu, "Brother Long, find a place to rest first."

Long Yu knew that Han Zhan had something to tell Song Ci and wanted to let him go. "Okay." Long Yu got out of the car and walked towards the street, planning to eat something.

There was no one in the car, and Song Ci turned her head to look at the door of the Fang family's mansion in front of her. Her eyes were dark and there was no smile on her face. "I have lived in this house for six years. The Cheng family is rich and there are many people in the house, but it's strange that they just can't hear the cry of despair."

In the years when Song Ci was beaten by Cheng Zi'ang, it was not that she didn't cry, but the servants downstairs came and went.

Things like eyes and ears are sensor tubes when you need them, and just decorations when you don't. There are many people in this world, and there is a deaf-mute in their hearts.

Song Ci pointed to the plaque hanging just above the front door, stared at the word 'Cheng Zhai', and said, "The first time I was beaten by Cheng Ziang was at the gate." Because she smiled at the courier, It caused misfortune.

"When the servants saw it, they lowered their heads and pretended to be blind."

Han Zhan's heart ached slightly. He squeezed Song Ci's hand and told her, "Now that you are Mrs. Han, no one dares to hit you."

Song Ci smiled at Han Zhan, and suddenly changed the subject, she said, "Do you know how Cheng Ziang got revenge on me after I reported Cheng Ziang in my last life?"

Han Zhan frowned and subconsciously wanted to refuse to listen, but he wanted to know more about Song Ci in his heart.

Han Zhan was silent, and heard Song Ci say calmly: "He hired a homeless man and told him that as long as he could maim me, he would get half a million dollars."