Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Nominally, Song Ci is still the adopted daughter of the Mu family. If they don't act like they meet in public, they will definitely be criticized again. Mu Mian also saw Song Ci, and walked towards Song Ci and the others with his precious daughter Mu Qiu.

Seeing their father and daughter, Song Ci shouted respectfully but unfamiliarly, "Father, Qiu Er." Han Zhan was picking up wine. After he handed a glass of fruit wine to Song Ci's hand, he followed Song Ci to manage Mu Mian. shouted, "Father."

Hearing this father's voice, Mu Mian's brows twitched, and his expression management almost broke.

Song Ci's marriage can be said to be a scene of uproar. Today is the first time Song Ci has attended a formal venue with her husband after her marriage. I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at them all the time, looking forward to seeing the excitement.

Concerned about the eyes of outsiders and not wanting to be the focus of the gossip center, Mu Mian could only suppress his displeasure and gave a lukewarm hum in response to Han Zhan.

"Hello brother-in-law." After greeting Han Zhan, Mu Qiu hugged Song Ci's arm and pulled her away from Mu Mian's group of men.

When they got to a place with few people, Mu Qiu couldn't hide his excitement and said to Song Ci, "I heard from them that Du Xueyan will come tonight." Mu Qiu did not notice that Song Ci's expression suddenly changed after hearing this. Gotta get stiff.

Song Ci subconsciously looked towards Han Zhan who was not far away.

That guy Han Zhan pretended to listen carefully to what others were saying, and lowered his head slightly, but his eyes were actually extremely indifferent. For a big business man like him, listening to Mu Mian and the others talk eloquently, just like a college student listening to a primary school student talking about math problems, boring and funny.

Song Ci lowered her eyes and stared at the fruit wine in the glass, which was slightly green.

"I have something to do." Leaving those words behind, Song Ci walked towards Han Zhan aside from Mu Qiu.

Seeing Song Ci coming, Han Zhan left Mu Mian's social circle and walked towards Song Ci. "What's wrong?" Noticing that Song Ci seemed to have something to say, Han Zhan took her to the semicircular balcony outside the banquet hall.

The birthday dinner had just started, and there was no one on the balcony at the moment. When the surroundings became quiet, Song Ci lifted the fruit wine and asked Han Zhan, "Is this wine good-looking?"

Han Zhan didn't know why, but he answered honestly, "It looks good."

Song Ci asked again, "What color?"

Han Zhan showed a suspicious expression. After confirming that Song Ci was still the same Song Ci and not a fake, Han Zhan just said, "Green."

Song Ci touched her hair, her voice was slightly cool, and said, "I have a hunch that this green smear will come to my head later, as wide as the Hulunbuir prairie." He can run horses.

If Han Zhan still doesn't understand Song Ci's suggestion, then he is stupid.

Song Ci was implying that he was going to cuckold her.

Han Zhan got closer to Song Ci, put the glass of wine in her hand to his mouth, took the glass in one gulp, and Han Zhan drank the fruit wine. Song Ci raised her eyebrows and looked at him displeasedly, "I just took a sip."

Han Zhan chuckled, and he said, "Du Xueyan is coming." Han Zhan affirmed.

Song Ci suddenly raised her head and glared at him: "You know? Did you contact me privately?" Song Ci's tone was full of sourness.

Han Zhan suppressed a smile and explained, "I guessed it from your reaction."

The Cheng family operates a wide range of industries. There is an electrical appliance company under their name. Du Xueyan is the global spokesperson for their refrigerator. She happens to be in Wangdongcheng, so it is not surprising that she will come to Mrs. Cheng's birthday party.

Song Ci sneered, "It's a pleasure to meet old lovers."

Han Zhan became more articulate this time, and he retorted: "I'm about to meet my ex-husband, how are you feeling?"

Song Ci was suddenly speechless. Only then did she realize that Du Xueyan kicked Han Zhan's ex, and Cheng Ziang was her ex-husband. The two are half a pound and eight taels, so don't blame anyone.

"I'm not jealous either, I am" what, Song Ci suddenly couldn't say. Han Zhan looked down at her and encouraged her to continue explaining with his eyes. Song Ci couldn't explain it, and simply admitted: "Okay, I'm just a little jealous."

Han Zhan nodded with satisfaction and said, "I see."

Song Ci: "What do you know?" Song Ci glanced at Han Zhan, hoping that he could promise him a few nice words, such as 'you are my wife, Du Xueyan is just an ex-girlfriend', 'you are the most important '.

But Han Zhan didn't say anything, but held her hand and returned to the banquet scene.

When they returned to the banquet hall, they found that the two young sons of the Cheng family had appeared. Cheng Yanmo is dressed in navy blue Tibetan, restrained and calm, wearing glasses, which makes him even more unfathomable.

Beside Cheng Yanmo, Cheng Ziang dressed in white looks handsome, but his eyes are sullen and unsmiling, and he looks a little unapproachable.

Cheng Yanmo, as the head of the rich son of Wangdong City, where he is, is the focus of the audience. Staring at Cheng Yanmo surrounded by a group of young descendants, Han Zhan lowered his head and said to Song Ci, "If your adoptive father is really nice to you, he should let you marry Cheng Yanmo, not that one."

Glancing at Cheng Ziang, who should be handsome and suave next to Cheng Yanmo, Han Zhan frowned lightly, and said five words in disgust: "Trash thing."

Hearing this, Song Ci also stared deeply at Cheng Yanmo and Cheng Ziang.

She had to admit that what Han Zhan said was right. Compared with Cheng Ziang, Cheng Yanmo did not know how many times better. Although she and Mu Qiu are both Mu Mian's children, there is a difference between them. The best man, of course, should leave it to his favorite daughter.

Song Ci took a glass of wine from the bartender again, and after a sip of the wine, he felt more and more uncomfortable.

She was blind, why did she listen to Mu Mian's words?

Cheng Ziang walked away from his brother, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Song Ci in the distance. Song porcelain in a red dress is like a rhododendron in the mountains. It is bright red and beautiful, and it looks like a scroll when standing quietly.

Far from being comparable to other rouge vulgar things.

Seeing Song Ci, Cheng Ziang couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes. But when he caught a glimpse of the tall man holding hands with Song Ci, the light in Cheng Ziang's eyes suddenly dimmed. He walked towards Song Ci step by step, came to her, curled his lips slightly, and said politely, "Miss Song, long time no see."

Song Ci took Han Zhan's hand and smiled sweetly, with a flawless smile, "It's been a long time, Second Young Master Cheng, this is my husband, Han Zhan."

He glanced at Han Zhan a few times. Although this man has a striking appearance, his eyes are more affectionate and righteous. But when he thought that he was a nobody and a disabled person, he actually married Song Ci who didn't even care about him, Cheng Ziang felt a little unwilling in his heart.

His eyes were gloomy, and he hid a knife in his smile and asked Han Zhan, "I don't know Mr. Han, which son of the Han family is he?"