Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Seeing the photos of Song Fei entering and leaving Yan Jiang's house, Song Ci's heart finally calmed down. Song Fei concealed the fact that she had woken up. Song Ci was indeed angry, but the fact that Song Fei had woken up was exciting.

Han Zhan took Song Ci's mobile phone and put it in his trouser pocket. "Don't play with your phone, you're almost at the top of the mountain, and you can see Tianchi soon."

Years of anticipation finally came true, Song Ci was so excited that she wanted to cry. Song Ci was heartbroken when she thought that her sister could have survived in her previous life, but was killed by Mu Mian's bastard. Song Fei survived in this life, and Song Ci wanted to thank God and Han Zhan.

Song Ci suddenly hugged Han Zhan, ignoring other people's eyes, buried her cheek in Han Zhan's neck, choked up and said to Han Zhan, "You are a lucky star, Brother Han, you are my lucky star!"

Han Zhan understood why Song Ci was thanking Song Ci. He gently stroked Song Ci's short hair and said to her, "Have some fun today, and then go back and have a good talk with Song Fei."

"it is good."

"Climb to the top first. When you come, you have to see Tianchi."

"it is good."

Standing on the top of the mountain with Han Zhan and the others, looking at the magnificent Tianchi, Song Ci was a little scared and his legs were shaking. She secretly pinched Han Zhan's coat sleeve, and Han Zhan looked at him suspiciously, "What's the matter with you?"

Song Ci was very cowardly. She looked at the magnificent landscape in front of her and whispered, "I feel scared. I don't know when I became very afraid of the deep sea. Tianchi looks beautiful, but it makes me feel terrified. Scalp tingling."

Not noticing Han Zhan's worried eyes, Song Ci rubbed the goose bumps on her arm and said, "I can't imagine how desperate it would be if someone fell into this Tianchi."

While speaking, Song Ci's body was suddenly embraced by Han Zhan.

Seeing Han Zhan and Song Ci hugging each other, Song Shiqing and the three walked away very considerately, not to disturb the couple.

Han Zhan asked Song Ci, "Are you afraid of the sea before?"

Song Ci shook her head, "I've been on a yacht at sea before, so I'm not afraid." She also went to the sea to dive.

Han Zhan noticed that Song Ci's body was a little tense. He patted her arm soothingly and asked her, "When did you start to be afraid of this kind of thing?"

After thinking about it carefully, Song Ci said: "When I was about to die in the last life, the car that carried me rolled down the cliff of the Yulongyuan River. The cliff was a slope. On the stone. My bones were all broken. I was in great pain. I wanted to call for help, but I couldn't cry out. It was raining that night, and the river was rolling. It was terrifying to wash my legs."

"Since then, when I see the photos of Shenchi and Shenhai, I get goosebumps." Closing her eyes, Song Ci squeezed Han Zhan's wrist tightly. She sighed, "I'm so useless."

Han Zhan's chin rubbed against Song Ci's head, and he hugged her tighter. "Nonsense, you are great. If you still have the courage to stand in front of Mu Mian, you are already great."

Because of Song Ci's deep-sea phobia, Han Zhan and Song Ci went down the mountain early. That night, they took a private plane back to Wangdong City, and when they arrived at Wangjiangshan Airport, it was already dark.

Song Ci and Han Zhan walked out of the passage side by side, and as soon as they looked up, they saw Song Fei.

Song Fei stood on the edge of a column outside the airport lobby. She was wearing a black sports-style suspender bottoming shirt, her jade-white waist was exposed, and she was wearing a loose black hooded leather jacket. The hat pressed down on the short hair.

Song Fei's long legs were hidden under the army green overalls. She leaned lazily against the column, feeling a little dejected and proud.

Song Ci suddenly stopped walking after seeing Song Fei.

She froze in place, not daring to take a step forward.

Staring at the woman who was dejected and aloof and unapproachable, Song Ci couldn't bear to blink. She stared at Song Fei stubbornly, fearing that she would disappear like a puff of smoke in the blink of an eye.

As if feeling something, Song Fei raised her head.

Seeing Han Zhan and Song Ci, Song Fei's pupils trembled slightly. Song Fei subconsciously stood up straight, raised her hand and took off the hat on her head, then looked at Song Ci with a cramped expression.

The hat was taken off, and the alluring face hidden under the short hair was revealed, with the same picturesque eyebrows as Song Ci, but always engraved with arrogance and coldness.

Song Ci stubbornly and silently stood where she was, without saying a word or moving forward, but with tears in her eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, Song Fei's slender right arm suddenly lifted. With her right palm facing up, her five fingers curled up and gestured towards Song Ci, and a cold voice jumped out from between her reddish lips: "Song Ci, come to my sister."

Hearing Song Fei's words, Song Ci, like an arrow that missed the target, ran away from Han Zhan's side and ran towards Song Fei like a fly. Song Ci threw herself on Song Fei's body. Song Fei couldn't bear the rapid cannonball, and her back was hit against the cylinder.

Song Fei snorted softly.

Song Ci was so excited that she didn't notice her sister's groaning pain. She hugged Song Fei's neck tightly, without saying a word, she directly bit Song Fei's shoulder.

Song Fei hissed, but did not push Song Ci away.

The mouth that Song Ci bit Song Fei's shoulder was very hard at first, making Song Fei feel the pain that her flesh was about to be torn off. But soon, the force gradually became lighter and smaller, and some warm tears fell on Song Fei's shoulders.

Realizing that Song Ci was crying, the arrogant look on Song Fei's face gradually faded.

In her eyes, the frost melted, covering with a layer of pity. "Little idiot, why are you crying?" Song Fei wanted to rub Song Ci's head, but when she raised her arm, she realized that Song Ci was actually taller than her.

Song Fei really felt that the past eight years had really passed, and the little things who were a little shorter than her before were already taller than her.

Song Fei was very upset.

"Sister" Song Ci hammered Song Fei's weak and vulnerable back, and choked out, "I thought you really didn't want me anymore." Song Ci's broken voice made Song Fei pity even more.

"Don't cry." Song Fei's comfort was dry.

Song Ci's head rubbed randomly on Song Fei's neck, rubbing her tears and snot on Song Fei's body.

Song Fei was a little disgusted, but she still didn't push Song Ci away. Song Fei heard Song Ci crying and said, "Song Fei, my parents are gone, and their bodies were collected together with the other victims. I only got two urns later. I buried them in my hometown in Caijia Village. On the back mountain, the two were buried together."

Song Ci casually informed Song Fei of her parents' funeral, but she did not tell Song Fei how sad she cried when she buried her parents in person.

Song Fei heard it as if she was stuck in her throat. She hugged her only younger sister, her eyes slightly red. "Well done Song Ci, parents will be very happy if they can be buried together after death."