Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Han Aoyu's wife is also a durian lover. In the past, durians were cheap in summer, so Mrs. Han always kept some durians at home. Han Aoyu couldn't eat the food when he smelled it.

Zhong Buhui didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Who said no." He looked at the old Han Aoyu, but what he thought was: The old man must miss his wife, otherwise he wouldn't have to stare at the fruit section every time he went to the supermarket. Durian burst into ecstasy.

"Speaking of which, Duanfang's death day is coming, so make a phone call and ask Zhan Zhan if he will come back to worship his grandmother this year."

Hearing that Zhong did not regret it, he said, "Which year did Zhan Zhan not come back?"

Han Aoyu shook his head and said, "This year is different. I am married and have a lot of things to do."

"Then I will ask."

Every year on the anniversary of my grandmother's death, Han Zhan would make time to go back to Shunshen City. Sometimes he would mark this event on the calendar ahead of time when he was afraid that he would run out of work. This morning, Han Zhan stared at the death day mark on the calendar, thoughtfully.

At noon, he received a call from Zhong Bugui. On the phone, Uncle Zhong asked if his grandmother would go home on the anniversary of her death. Han Zhan told him, "Come back, I'll come back with Song Ci."

Zhong Bugui was overjoyed, "The old man must be very happy."

After hanging up the phone, Han Zhan sent a text message to Song Ci and told Song Ci that he would go back to Shunshen City to worship his grandmother for two days. When receiving the text message, Song Ci was riding with Song Fei on the way to Mu's house.

Song Ci turned off the phone after reading the text message, and tilted her head to ask Song Fei: "Song Fei, this is the first time I go to Han Zhan's hometown to see my grandfather. What should I give?"

Song Fei: "Have you ever learned to knit a sweater in order to pursue your seniors? It just so happens that it's getting cold, so you knit a sweater for your grandfather. Respect is light and affectionate." In Han Aoyu's position, if you haven't seen any precious things before, why don't you give them away? Rare things, it's better to send something pleasant and considerate.

Hearing that Song Fei was turning over the old accounts again, Song Ci couldn't help but warn Song Fei: "You can tell me these words. When you get to Han Zhan, you are not allowed to tell him about the things I used to chase after the senior. How big."

Song Ci has been a dog since she was a child. When she was in junior high school, she fell in love with the school grass in the high school. In order to pursue the senior, Song Ci made chocolates and knitted scarves for him, which was a treatment that Han Zhan had never enjoyed. But the love at that time was ignorant and novel, and it was also very simple, far from being love.

Song Ci fell in love with someone for the first time in the true sense. When she was 14 years old, as a Yangou, she fell in love with a disgraced brother soldier.

Song Fei closed her eyes with a lazy expression, and said harshly: "Don't mess with me, dare to mess with me, I'll give Han Zhan all your black stuff." The kind that doesn't show mercy.

Song Ci glared at Song Fei, and before she knew it, the car drove to the door of Mu's house.

"Madam, it's here." Long Yu reminded the pair of sisters in the back row.

"Brother Long, go back first, and come pick us up in the afternoon." When Song Ci spoke to Long Yu, Song Fei slowly opened her cold eyes. Her eyes were sharp and cold, staring at the Mu family's house, pursing her lips.

"Song Fei, go down."

The sisters got out of the car, but Long Yu was a little worried. If Mr. Han asks about his work situation today, should he tell Mrs. Han that he once pursued the senior high school senior, made chocolates for the senior, and knitted scarves? -

Before coming, Song Ci had called Du Tingting in advance, and she had also made it clear on the phone that Song Fei wanted to see Mu Mian herself, and thanked Mu Mian in person for taking care of the two sisters over the years.

To this end, Mu Mian deliberately took a vacation to wait at home.

Knowing that Song Fei was finally found, and that Song Ci would bring Song Fei to the house as a guest today, Mu Qiu also got up early that day, dressed up, and looked forward to being at home. Hearing the sound of the car, the family of three walked out of the house and saw Aunt Zhang leading the Song sisters in.

Although they are twins, Song Ci and Song Fei are two beauties with very different styles. Wearing a British-style gray plaid suit with a V-neck knitted shorts shirt, Song Ci wore a chic and handsome style.

Song Fei, on the other hand, was wearing a black and white stitched loose sweater, with her long straight legs bound under a pair of black pencil pants. She exuded the ruthlessness of "I'm cool, don't suffer me".

When Song Fei was sleeping, she looked harmless, but when she woke up, Song Fei was a leopard.

Mu Qiu only dared to glance at Song Fei from a distance, not too much.

"Mother, father, Qiu'er." Song Ci pointed to Song Fei beside him and introduced the three Mu family: "This is Song Fei, I found her."

Only then did Song Fei take off the white hat of the sweater, revealing a head of short ear-length hair that was exactly the same as Song Ci's face. The difference is that Song Ci's eyes are as bright as stars, dazzling and charming, but Song Fei's eyes are like white snow on a high mountain, and it makes one's life cold at a glance.

"Hello, I'm Song Fei." Song Fei took a step back, and then bowed deeply to Mu Mian under the stunned eyes of everyone.

"Song Fei, what are you doing?" Du Tingting was a little surprised.

Song Fei lowered her head and kept her upper body at a 90-degree angle to the ground. This was a standard gift.

Song Ci sincerely thanked Mu Mian: "Mr. Mu, Song Fei knows everything you have done to our sisters over the years. I want to thank you for everything you have done for us. Our sisters will definitely repay Your kindness!"

Looking at the thin but rebellious woman, Mu Mian forgot to answer. This is clearly a thank you, but Mu Mian was shocked when he heard it in his heart.

Du Tingting quickly helped Song Fei up, "Song Fei, don't do such a big gift, we can't afford it." When Du Tingting thought that Mu Mian almost killed Song Fei before, she had a bad conscience and didn't dare to go. Look at Song Fei's eyes.

Mu Mian finally came back to his senses, he suppressed his uneasiness, and when he spoke, his voice was faint, "Come in."

The two sisters entered Mu's house with Mu Mian and the others.

Before it was time to eat, the sisters were pulled by Du Tingting to sit on the sofa. Du Tingting asked Song Fei a lot of things, but she was smart and thoughtful and didn't ask her why she left the nursing home without saying hello that night.

Instead, Mu Qiu asked, "Sister Fei, you left alone after waking up from the sanatorium. Where have you been? My sister and we are all worried."

She didn't know which word in Mu Qiu's sentence made Song Fei unhappy. Song Fei's face sank, and she looked at Mu Qiu expressionlessly. Mu Qiu was stunned, unable to withstand Song Fei's gaze, and slowly lowered his head.

Seeing that Mu Qiu's scalp was numb, Song Fei said coldly: "Miss Mu Qiu, you should call me Song Fei." Fei sister or something, it made me sick to hear.

The bastard that stole her heart doesn't deserve to be called her sister.

Mu Qiu: Sister Fei.

Song Fei: Fei, your mother.