Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Fei rolled her eyes and searched for the distant vague memories in her mind. After a while, Song Fei said, "Is it that love letter that was written as formal as a composition and used a lot of ridiculous comparisons? "

Yan Jiang glanced at her resentfully, and asked in a low voice, "Is it terrifying?"

Song Fei's expression was indescribable, and she opened her mouth and recited a paragraph: "Ah! Song Fei, you are like the flower of the high mountain, you can only look at it from a distance and not play with it! Ah, Song Fei, you are like a star in the sky, Light up my dark heart! Ah! Song Fei classmate"

Song Fei recited the excerpt from the love letter vividly, and Yan Jiang felt ashamed when she heard it, and blushed to the point of bleeding.

When he wrote that love letter, he had just turned eighteen. He was a science student, and he was the worst at writing essays. He thought about it for two days before writing that love letter. He thought it was very touching, but Song Fei said that the love letter was shocking!

Yan Jiang's heart shattered into glass slag.

"So you like me." Song Fei came to this conclusion.

Yan Jiang nodded, "Yes, I like you."

Song Fei gave him a playful look, she suddenly leaned towards Yan Jiang, her nose almost touching Yan Jiang's. Yan Jiang didn't dare to move, he saw Song Fei's long eyelashes trembling, and his heart trembled.

Song Fei looked at Yan Jiang, raised the corner of her mouth wickedly, and asked him, "I was only fourteen years old at that time, and I was still a minor. Yan Jiang, are you a pervert?"

With a perverted hat on his head, Yan Jiang felt even more uneasy. Song Fei suddenly leaned back again, and she said, "Okay, I know you like me. Let's talk about it, then I'll sleep."

After such a sentence, Yan Jiang was very unwilling, "What about you? How do you feel about me?" Yan Jiang stubbornly waited for an answer.

He heard Song Fei say, "It's my brother's feeling."

Yan Jiang was struck by lightning!

Unexpectedly, I want to be with you, but you treat me as a brother. He was very depressed, his heart was ashes, and his heart was so painful that he didn't know who to talk to.

Even if Song Fei just regarded herself as a brother, Yan Jiang still wanted to stay with her. He was like a scoundrel, sitting on the edge of the bed and refusing to leave. Song Fei didn't chase him away, so she closed her eyes and looked like she was going to sleep.

"Does Song Song know you're awake?" The two of them couldn't talk about love, so they could only talk about Song Ci.

Song Fei replied lazily, "Not yet."

"Then I'll tell her now."

Song Fei added, "Don't worry, I'll tell her when she comes back."

Yan Jiang asked Song Fei puzzled: "Why don't you tell her now? You don't know how much she wants you to wake up. Song Song must be very happy if you know you are awake."

Song Fei: "I want to give her a surprise, do you understand the surprise?"

Yan Jiang closed his mouth.

He found a quilt and spread it on the wooden floor beside the bay window. The weather is slightly cold, and there is no need to turn on the air conditioner at night, and you have to cover with a thin quilt. Yan Jiang turned off the light in the room and lay down without saying a word. He never heard Song Fei drive him away. He finally felt at ease.

Yan Jiang opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, feeling relaxed like never before.

Song Fei woke up.

His Song Fei woke up.

very nice.

Suddenly, Song Fei's voice sounded in the room: "Are you still afraid of the dark?"

Yan Jiang was taken aback.

Song Fei suddenly turned on a wall lamp, "If you are afraid of the dark, turn on the light and sleep, no one will laugh at you." Song Fei rolled over and lay on her side, closing her eyes in the room facing Yan Jiang.

Through the dim light of the wall lamp, Yan Jiang could see Song Fei's appearance. When he closed his eyes with his palm-sized cheeks, he did not have the arrogance he had when he was awake. Instead, he felt petite and lovable.

Looking at Song Fei, Yan Jiang felt at ease.

He couldn't help thinking of his youth, when his grandmother just died, and when the sun went down in the evening, he began to feel anxious and flustered. To Yan Jiang, Hei Ye is a monster with countless claws. As long as he closes his eyes, those monsters will trap him.

There was only a wall between his room and Song Fei's room. The sound insulation of the old community was not good at that time. Knowing that he was afraid of the dark night, Song Fei next door would always make some noise. During the long night, the occasional news from Song Fei's room always made Yan Jiang find courage.

Is it just a brother?

Yan Jiang doesn't believe that there is no such caring brother, if there is, it is also the rhythm of the base. �€�

The hot search about Yan Jiang and Song Fei was quickly suppressed. When Song Ci woke up, there was no such hot search on Weibo. Therefore, Song Ci also missed the first news that Song Fei woke up.

Han Zhan stayed in Shenyang for three days. On the fourth day, he woke Song Ci early in the morning, "Get up, I'm not working today, I'll take you to play."

Song Ci quickly sat up, took off her pajamas, and put on the clothes that Han Zhan threw her. Finding Han Zhan stuffed a thin sweater into her backpack, Song Ci felt strange and asked Han Zhan, "Where are we going?"

"Changbai Mountain."

"Yohoo, travel!" Song Ci was busy getting dressed, carrying her bag, and went on a trip with Han Zhan.

Han Zhan had already been prepared and had applied for route approval in advance. They arrived at Changbaishan Airport by private plane, and then packed a car to Songjianghe Town. In this trip, in addition to Song Ci and Han Zhan, Song Shiqing and Xiong Jian, as well as a capable subordinate of the Northern War, a total of five people.

It was not suitable for mountain climbing that day, and they stayed at a local hot spring resort hotel. After dinner, Han Zhan walked with Song Ci for a while, and then went to the outdoor swimming pool to swim.

Song Ci touched the water temperature, it was a little cold, the night temperature at the foot of the mountain at the end of September was only six or seven degrees. She said, "It's very cold, are you sure you want to swim?" Staring at Han Zhan's strong and sturdy body, Song Ci wanted to persuade him not to torture herself like this, even an old bone couldn't stand it.

Han Zhan was a little full tonight and was afraid of gaining weight. He had to swim a few laps to feel at ease.

Understanding Song Ci's hesitant expression as caring, Han Zhan told her, "I also swim in cold water in winter. My grandfather swims three times a week, rain or shine, and seasons."

Song Ci's admiration for her grandfather deepened. "Grandpa is a great man." Taking his hand out of the water, Song Ci stood on the shore and closed the shawl on his shoulders, and said, "You swim, I'd better go to the hot spring."

Hearing this, Han Zhan was a little moved again. He really wanted to take a hot spring with Song Ci, but

No one can stop him from getting fit and maintaining a good figure, neither can Song Ci! "Can you wait for me for half an hour? When I finish swimming, I will accompany you to the hot spring."

Han Zhan used a negotiating tone, so why wouldn't Song Ci not listen.

Song Ci agreed.

So Han Zhan was swimming in the pool, while Song Ci sat by the side and read a book, "Ordinary World" recommended by Han Zhan, which happened to be in the hotel. After Han Zhan swam, the two went to the hot spring together.