Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

It is true that Song Ci approached Han Zhan with impure motives, but Han Zhan knew this in his own heart, and there was no need to publicize it to a third party. In front of anyone, he has to give his Mrs. Han a hundred percent of respect.

Han Zhan's rainbow fart was photographed on Song Ci's heart.

Song Ci blushed, and she was so happy that she was about to soar in place!

During the time when Song Fei was sleeping, she had heard Song Ci tell her the real reason for her marriage to Han Zhan. Under the premise of knowing the truth of their marriage, and hearing Han Zhan say these words of defending Song Ci, Song Fei's attitude towards Han Zhan was a little better, and the indifference in her eyes became lighter.

A man who can give enough face to his wife should have no problem with his character.

Song Fei glanced at Song Ci, who had a sprouting heart, and she repeated inexplicably: "It starts with appearance, respects talent, matches character, and is loyal to the soul." Song Ci felt a little embarrassed when she heard her sister's joke.

Just as Song Ci was about to say a few words of modesty, she suddenly heard Song Fei sneer, and her tone was full of sarcasm: "Does she have that stuff?"

Song Ci's smile froze, she gritted her teeth and threatened Song Fei: "Song Fei, do you want to fight again?"

Song Fei: "You can't beat me."

"That was in the past, not now!" Song Fei was so thin and weak that she could not help but look weak, and Song Cizhu Yuanyurun looked like a person who could carry fifty kilograms of rice on his shoulders and walk like a fly.

If it really wants to fight, the current Song Fei can't beat Song Ci.

Seeing that the sisters were about to fight, Han Zhan grabbed Song Ci whose eyes were burning in time, and reminded her in a low voice, "Sister Fei has just woken up and is weak. Cibao, don't be angry."

Song Ci's anger subsided immediately, and when she looked at Song Fei again, it was like she was looking at a newborn cat, and she was afraid that she would hurt if she touched it.

Song Fei felt that Song Ci's eyes were numb, and she scolded, "Coward!" After she scolded, she turned around and left.

Song Ci was a little aggrieved, she complained to Han Zhan: "She's cheap and good!"

Han Zhan thought it was funny, but he didn't dare to laugh, for fear of hurting Song Ci's heart.

Yan Jiang had been working out in the gym, and when he heard the sisters bickering, he came out of the gym. "Song Fei, you're back." After greeting Song Fei first, Yan Jiang nodded to Han Zhan, "Mr. Han, welcome."

Finally, Yan Jiang's eyes fell on Song Ci. Seeing the resentment and grievance on Song Ci's face, Yan Jiang not only did not look at her, but instead said, "Song Song, don't bully your sister, she has just woken up and is weak, you have to take care of her."

Before Song Ci could refute, Song Fei raised a question first: "I'm weak, should it hurt more?" Her tone was quite threatening.

Yan Jiang risked his death to explain: "You just woke up and your body hasn't recovered yet. I'm not afraid that you will suffer from a fight with Song Ci? If you really want to fight, you might as well wait until you recover before fighting."

"Hmph." Song Fei was too lazy to care about them, and took the lead to sit down on the sofa.

After Song Fei left, Song Ci walked up to Yan Jiang and satirized him in a low voice: "Look at your disgusting face. Say we are good friends for life?"

Yan Jiang: "In front of love, friendship is not worth mentioning." Just as cuteness is not worth mentioning in front of sexy, it is a truth.

Song Ci received a double blow from her sister and her good friend, so she had to turn back and get into her brother Han's arms, thankful that her brother Han still loved her. Brother Han pulled her out of his arms, patted her head, and said ruthlessly, "Okay, don't make trouble, I know your heart is not that fragile."

Song Ci looked at Han Zhan resentfully, and couldn't help complaining: "You don't love me anymore." Song Ci, who had a lot of drama, pretended to wipe the tears that didn't exist, turned around and ran over to Song Fei.

They looked like they were about to fight just now, but they stuck together the next second. They were probably sisters.

Yan Jiang unpacked a cup of coffee beans in the cupboard, when Han Zhan came over. Yan Jiang caught a glimpse of his approach. He didn't raise his head, only lowered his head and said, "Song Song said that Mr. Han is healthy, he doesn't like drinking coffee, he likes drinking tea. I only have black tea here, does Mr. Han mind?"

Yan Jiang took out a brand new can of black tea from the cupboard, and shook the black tea to Han Zhan, "This is specially prepared for you, and it finally comes in handy today."

"If you have a heart, black tea is also good." Han Zhan helped Yan Jiang open the seal on the outside of the black tea can. When he lowered his head, he asked, "Mr. Yan, do you have any spare rooms in your house?" Song Ci and Song Fei haven't been together for many years. , There must be a lot to say tonight, she will most likely stay at Yan Jiang's house for the night.

He didn't get married before, and Han Zhan didn't think there was anything wrong with living alone in a big house, but now that he was married, Han Zhan felt lonely at the thought of going home and staying alone in an empty house.

Song Ci is staying here tonight, and Han Zhan will naturally stay with him.

Yan Jiang understood what Han Zhan meant, he looked back at the two sisters who were talking in the living room, and smiled with relief. "Actually, their sisters have a good relationship."

"I know."

Fighting, beating and scolding, but the feelings are also really iron.

"There is a guest room upstairs. Song Song occasionally came to stay for the night. Mr. Han will stay here tonight. I'll make the sheets."

"That would be troublesome."

Yan Jiang put down the coffee beans and walked out of the kitchen with Han Zhan. He said to Song Ci, "Song Song, the newly bought coffee beans have been delivered. You want to drink coffee and brew it yourself. By the way, there are passion fruit in the refrigerator. , I want to drink and make my own. Help me entertain Mr. Han, and I'll go upstairs and make the sheets."

After Yan Jiang went upstairs, Song Ci poked Song Fei's slender waist, and she asked Song Fei, "Then I'll pour water?" This is Song Fei's man's home, and Song Ci, as a guest, can't get past that. Song Fei, the future hostess, is going to entertain guests?

Song Fei nodded and said to Song Ci, "Give me a glass of plain water."

"OK."

Song Ci went to the kitchen to boil water, and Han Zhan sat down on the sofa. Because the legs are too long and the coffee table gets in the way, I can only overlap a pair of long legs.

Song Fei didn't know when to take off her shoes. She crossed her legs on the sofa, hugged a pillow in her arms, leaned her head against the sofa, and looked lazily at the kitchen.

Looking at Song Ci's busy figure, Song Fei thought of her deceased mother and was a little lost. Eight years have passed, and the little idiots have really grown up, with long legs and thin waists, and they are more and more like their mothers.

Suddenly, Song Fei heard Han Zhan say in a deep voice, "Sister Fei, Song Ci is no longer a child. It is necessary to give her some respect and affirmation."

Song Fei tilted her head to look at Han Zhan, and hooked her lips in confusion. "You really feel bad for her." Han Zhan maintained Song Ci's attitude, but Song Fei benefited from it. "It hurts so much. Help her to boil water and pour tea? What kind of man is he who just talks and doesn't do it?"

Han Zhan was stunned by Song Fei's words.

After Song Ci boiled the water, she poured a cup of boiling water for Song Fei and made black tea for Han Zhan. Just after soaking, Han Zhan came over.