Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

One is a young man with a lot of heart, and the other is a young and beautiful girl. Song Ci knew all too well what Cheng Ziang approached Han Wangwang.

Song Ci felt a little uneasy when he thought of Cheng Ziang's real person. She attached great importance to this matter and was worried that Han Wangwang would be deceived by Cheng Ziang, so she quickly opened Han Wangwang's WeChat and asked her: [Do you know Cheng Ziang? 】

Han Wangwang was probably busy and didn't reply.

At this time, Han Zhan came back with some alcohol on him. When Song Ci was talking to him, he smelled the wine and asked him, "Drinking?"

Han Zhan: "I've used mouthwash, can you still smell it?"

"My nose is very good." After speaking, Song Ci looked at Han Zhan with a pretense of warning, and said to him, "If you smell someone else's perfume, I can smell it too."

Han Zhan nodded her forehead, "Don't be poor."

Seeing the ball of wool on the sofa, Han Zhan asked Song Ci, "The wool you bought?" He stared at Song Ci's jade-white fingers, and he couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes, "You still knit sweaters?"

Song Ci raised his chin, and the proud look on his face could not be hidden. She said triumphantly, "I can do scarves and sweaters."

Han Zhan stared at the ball of wool for a while, and suddenly said, "It's getting cold, so it's time to wear a sweater."

Song Ci: "Yeah, so I'm going to knit a sweater for grandpa."

Han Zhan fell strangely silent. "For grandpa?"

"Well, my sister said that it's better to send some handmade products to give those precious gifts. Grandpa will be happier if you have the heart." Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "What color clothes does Grandpa like?"

Han Zhan's mood was a little complicated, but he had to answer honestly, "Grey-blue."

"Okay, then I'll knit a gray-blue sweater." Song Ci was not sure whether the idea of ​​knitting a sweater for her grandfather was reliable. She asked Han Zhan a little apprehensively, "Brother Han, you said that the grandfather will meet you. Do you like this gift?"

Han Zhan felt sour in his heart, "Of course he likes it." Who wouldn't like the sweater knitted by Song Ci himself?

"That's good."

Han Zhan felt uncomfortable and had to go upstairs to calm down for a while. He took off his coat and was about to go upstairs, when Song Ci suddenly stopped him. "Brother Han, let me ask you something."

Han Zhan had already stepped on the third floor of the stairs. Hearing that, he stopped, turned around and looked down at Song Ci in the living room. "What's up?"

Song Ci said to him, "Wangwang participated in the national DJ competition."

"Yes, I also voted for her, what's the problem?" Thinking that Song Ci was concerned about Han Wangwang and worried that she would encounter satyrs and the like as a DJ, Han Zhan told her: "Wangwang has practiced taekwondo, so ordinary people can't bully her. Don't worry about her."

Song Ci shook her head gently, "I didn't say that." She walked up to Han Zhan, raised her head and said to him, "I saw an old acquaintance in Wangwang's WeChat Moments."

Han Zhan: "Who?"

Song Ci: "Cheng Ziang."

Han Zhan's expression changed. "Cheng Ziang?" A trace of disgust and violence flashed in his eyes quickly, but he was quickly suppressed by him. "I'll check this out."

Seeing that Han Zhan took this matter to heart, Song Ci felt relieved. "Well, I just think Cheng Ziang is unreliable, and I'm worried that he has no plans to approach Wangwang, so I remind you."

"You did the right thing." Touching Song Ci's hair, Han Zhan said, "I'm going to take a shower first. I still have some work to do, so I won't get down after taking a shower, so I go straight to the study."

Song Ci said, "Then I will accompany you."

After taking a bath, Han Zhan wore pajamas to work in the study, while Song Ci lay down on the single sofa in the study, knitting sweaters intently. Occasionally, Han Zhan raised his head and glanced at Song Ci, who was competing with the wool ball, and his eyes became subconsciously tender.

He couldn't help imagining that after decades, the two of them were old, he was reading with reading glasses, and Song Ci was wearing reading glasses and knitting sweaters. The years are quiet, and we grow old together, that's probably the case.

The two of them were busy each other. At 9:40, Han Zhan turned off the computer and said to Song Ci, "It's almost ten o'clock, go to bed."

Song Ci said, "Wait a minute, I'll finish these stitches first."

Han Zhan directly took the needle and thread from her hand, dragged Song Ci back to the master bedroom, and pressed her to the bed. "Sleep, it's not good to sleep late."

Hearing this, Song Ci couldn't help but complain: "That is, you can go to bed on time during my menstrual visit. How many days do you usually go to bed on time?" Over the course of many months, I broke my vows on many nights.

Han Zhan suddenly became deaf and mute, and he didn't say anything when he heard her complaints.

Song Ci played with Han Zhan's hair for a while and was about to fall asleep. When she was about to sleep, she seemed to hear Han Zhan muttering in her ear: "It's cold, I haven't bought a sweater this year"

Song Ci thought to herself: Then you buy it, do you still need money for that sweater?

The next morning, Song Ci was pulled up by Han Zhan, and the two practiced in the fitness room together.

After the training, Han Zhan took a shower and explained things to Song Ci while changing his clothes. "My grandmother will die next Tuesday. This year, you will come back to my hometown with me. We will go back on Monday. Now we will stay in my hometown for a few days, and then we will go on our honeymoon in Austria."

"I will be busy with work these days, and I may come back later in the evening. You have to eat on time by yourself."

Song Ci listened to Han Zhan's murmurings, and she complained casually: "I'm so worried, just take me to the company and accompany you to work."

Han Zhan thought about it seriously, and felt that Song Ci's suggestion was very reliable and considerate. Han Zhan quickly opened the wardrobe, took out a long-sleeved dress and threw it to Song Ci, "Change clothes and follow me to work!"

Song Ci hugged her clothes and hesitated to say, "Really?"

"Um."

Song Ci accused Han Zhan: "Brother Han, you have changed. You used to despise the employees who had sex during working hours."

Han Zhan replied calmly: "I'm not an employee, I'm the boss, and the boss can have a romantic relationship during working hours."

"You're the boss and you're right."

So this morning, Han Zhan carried a briefcase, Song Ci carried a tote bag containing wool and knitting needles, and entered the headquarters of Zeus Airlines side by side with Han Zhan.

Li Li came a little later. He heard from the secretary's office that Han Zhan brought his wife to work today. He didn't find it strange, but he felt that the day had finally come.

This morning, Li Li was going to personally receive important business partners from abroad. Before leaving, Li Li came to Han Zhan's office deliberately, wanting to spy on what the two of them were doing inside.

Li Li knocked on the door, raised his voice thoughtfully, and the person on the opposite side said, "I'm in!" After waiting for a few seconds, he felt that the dogs and the men inside should have already dressed. Li Li then turned the door handle and left. went in.

To his disappointment, Han Zhan and Song Ci were not doing anything shameful.