Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Fei didn't dare to think about how strong Song Ci would have to be to handle these funerals after losing her parents overnight and her only sister becoming a vegetable.

The little girl who used to be pampered and grown up, has transformed into a grown-up in a place that Song Fei could not see.

But such a transformation is too cruel.

Song Ci hugged Song Fei and was reluctant to let go. She cried and said, "Song Fei, if you don't want me anymore, I'll really be an orphan. Song Fei, don't leave me again, never leave me again. I can't!"

Song Fei finally put her palm on the back of Song Ci's head, and hugged Song Ci hard, Song Fei said in a firm tone like a vow, "Okay."

The tear-jerking sister reunion was broken by a male voice. "Sister Fei, porcelain treasure, let's get in the car first." At some point, Han Zhan had already walked over to the sisters.

Song Fei lifted her eyelids and glanced at Han Zhan.

The first time she saw her brother-in-law, Song Fei looked at him with scrutiny and inquiry. Han Zhan had never seen any strong winds or waves. No matter how proud Song Fei was, no matter how cold, Han Zhan was not afraid.

And calmly nodded to Song Fei, Han Zhan said again, "It has already attracted the attention of others, so let's go home and say some things."

Song Fei swept her gaze and saw that the passengers were all looking at them strangely, so she let go of Song Ci. "Let's go, go back and talk." After speaking, Song Fei turned around and walked towards the car. She acted neatly and succinctly, not at all sloppy.

Song Ci quickly followed, like a little follower.

Han Zhan looked at this scene and raised his eyebrows. Did his wife listen to her sister too much?

Seeing this, he has to treat Song Fei better in the future.

On the way home, Han Zhan sat in the co-pilot, and Song Ci and Song Fei sat in the back row. This was the first time that Han Zhan and Song Ci were in the same car, but sat in the front and rear rows separately. Looking at Song Ci in the back row from the front, it's quite different.

In the car, Song Ci's mouth was like an open faucet, chattering non-stop. Song Fei listened most of the time, and occasionally echoed.

Han Zhan sent a message to Li Li, informing him that he would not go to the company today. Putting away the phone, Han Zhan looked up and found Song Fei looking at himself through the rearview mirror in the car. Han Zhan didn't look back, but nodded towards the rearview mirror.

Song Fei saw it and narrowed her eyes slightly.

On the side, Song Ci was talking about the demolition of the old houses in the city, "The area we live in has been demolished, and now a commercial plaza has been built. The house demolition has paid us more than 6 million yuan, and there is a head fee of 500,000 yuan. , and also compensated for a suite. I saved all the money."

The money Song Ci has never moved.

Song Fei snorted, thinking of the troubles Song Ci whispered in her ear when she was in a coma, Song Fei suddenly said, "Sell the house for cash, and return the demolition fee and the head fee to Mu Mian."

Song Ci was taken aback. "Sister, do you know?"

Song Fei nodded, "I know what happened to you over the years." She glanced sideways at Song Ci, Song Fei told her, "I agree with your approach, Mu Jia has given us a lot of money over the years. , what should be repaid, must be repaid." After repaying the kindness, it is time to reckon with the hatred.

Song Ci nodded, and she said, "The money is almost the same. I'll make an appointment with the bank tomorrow."

"Um."

Song Ci was going to say something else, but Song Fei suddenly said, "I'm a little tired, take me back to Xiaoyanbao Yanjiang."

Little coward?

Song Ci hesitated, she asked Song Fei, "Are you going to live with A Jiang?"

Song Fei suddenly frowned, and she corrected Song Ci: "He's older than you, what's his name like A Jiang, brother Jiang."

Song Ci seemed to have heard a joke. She rolled her eyes and replied Song Fei: "Forget it, you call him Xiaoyanbao, why do I call him Brother Jiang? We are the same age."

Song Fei sneered, "He's the man I'll cover for the rest of my life, do you call A Jiang like a word?"

"Why not?" After realizing something, Song Ci suddenly opened her eyes wide, and she asked Song Fei in a stunned tone: "What do you mean by a man who will cover your whole life?"

Song Fei was silent.

Song Ci thought of something, and the whole person was surprised. "Song Fei, have you accepted him?"

Song Fei: "Noisy."

Song Ci closed her mouth and her expression was empty.

Han Zhan looked back at the Song sisters, took his wife's cute expression and Sister Fei's proud disdain in his eyes, and felt a little sympathetic to Yan Jiang. Girls are still cute and interesting like porcelain treasures, Song Fei's type is not appreciated by ordinary people.

Yan Jiang is not an ordinary person.

The driver sent Han Zhan and the others to the downstairs of Yan Jiang's house, and left the car alone at Han Zhan's instruction.

Standing on the side of the road, Song Fei looked up and saw that the villa in front of her was brightly lit. The owner was obviously at home and hadn't slept. Are you waiting for her to come back?

Song Fei's eyes flickered, he was so sure that she would come back?

After pondering for a moment, Song Fei led Song Ci and his wife into Yanjiang.

Entering the house, Song Fei took off her black and white sneakers and put on the rabbit slippers Yan Jiang prepared for her in disgust. Song Ci often came to Yan Jiang's house to play, and Yan Jiang had already prepared a pair of slippers for Song Ci.

After Song Ci changed into her own shoes, she found slippers for Han Zhan in the shoe cabinet. Yan Jiang's feet are 44 yards, and the largest slippers are 44 yards. Song Ci found a new pair of black slippers and handed them to Han Zhan. "A Jiang's foot is only 44 yards. Brother Han has wronged you."

As soon as Song Ci said these words, Song Fei who was standing in front suddenly turned around, and Chao Song Ci, who had a warning in his eyes, looked over. Song Ci received Song Fei's gaze, she blinked, and she immediately changed her mind and said, "Brother Jiang's feet are small, Brother Han, you will go down."

Only then did Song Fei withdraw her gaze.

Han Zhan patted Song Ci's head sympathetically. He tucked his big feet into the new slippers, with all the heels exposed.

Song Ci stared at his heels, a little embarrassed. Han Zhan gave her a doting smile, and in turn comforted her: "It's okay, it's not cold anyway."

"Yeah." Song Ci couldn't help but reached out and hooked Han Zhan's finger, Han Zhan hooked her little finger back, and the two flirted at the entrance.

Song Fei turned her head and saw the couple's small movements, her narrow eyes narrowed. She leaned against the wall and asked Han Zhan, "How did you two get together?"

Song Ci and Han Zhan looked at each other and exchanged a lot of content with one look. Song Ci was going to confess to Song Fei, but Han Zhan pulled Song Ci's hand and motioned her not to speak.

Han Zhan looked at Song Fei, and he replied, "Song Ci is a pilot. My company is recruiting pilots, and she just came for an interview. The first time I met her, I was fascinated by her wit and humor."

"Later, I had a lot of contacts at work, and gradually I had a good impression." Han Zhan thought for a while, and summed it up in one sentence: "My love for Song Ci starts with appearance, respect for talent, character, and loyalty to Song Porcelain. soul."

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