Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci was sitting gracefully on the sofa, holding two needles in her hands while knitting a sweater, and her immersed appearance was actually beautiful and moving. On the other hand, Han Zhan was sitting behind his desk, wearing glasses and working very attentively.

Li Li was a little disappointed.

"What are you thinking about again?" Han Zhan glanced at Li Li with a half-smile, and asked him, "What scene do you want to see when you push the door open?"

Li Li wisely didn't answer the question, he changed the subject, pointed to Song Ci's rudimentary sweater, put on an envious expression, and said, "Mrs. , Mr. Han's life is really good, and Mrs.-in-law is really virtuous."

Hearing that, Han Zhan suddenly touched the temples, but he didn't say a word.

Li Li realized that something was wrong. Before that, Han Zhan's tail should have been lifted into the sky.

Song Ci looked back at Han Zhan, who was a little appetizing. She looked down at the sweater on her lap again, and said with a smile, "I'm going back to my hometown in Shunshen City next week. This one is for my grandfather. Knit one for Brother Han."

Hearing this, Han Zhan suddenly looked up at Song Ci and said to her, "I like navy blue."

Song Ci said: "I think white looks good, and Brother Han is easy-going and warm. I like men who look gentle and reliable."

Han Zhan: "I also think white suits me." Han Zhan is like a grass on the wall. He will fall wherever the wind from Song Ci blows.

Li Li regretted coming in to seek abuse. "You guys continue, my life is hard, I have to go out to accompany the business partner." Li Li quickly turned around and left.

As soon as Li Li left, Song Ci turned to look at Han Zhan again. Seeing that Han Zhan was drinking his health tea, he felt sympathy for Li Li's life. "Brother Han is not kind, Manager Li is a bull and a horse for the company, but you are leisurely."

Han Zhan put down the thermos cup and said expressionlessly, "It is everyone's responsibility to care for the disabled."

Song Ci was directly laughed at by Han Zhan.

At noon, Song Ci and Han Zhan went to the seventh floor for lunch. After returning to the office, Song Ci got into Han Zhan's small room to rest. Han Zhan didn't sleep, he sat in the office to handle affairs.

The internal line suddenly rang, Han Zhan answered the phone, and heard the young brother at the front desk say in a clear voice, "Mr. Han, there is a girl surnamed Han looking for."

Han Zhan narrowed down the contract with the planning plan and hid it, and then replied to the little brother at the front desk: "Let her come in."

After a while, the office door was pulled open from the outside, and Han Wangwang stepped in with his little white shoes. She's still dreadlocks, wearing a dirty pink hat and a dirty pink hip-hop jacket.

Han Wangwang was sitting on the sofa where Song Ci sat before, holding a black leather backpack. I sat down and said, "Little cousin. The guy at the front desk of your company is very handsome. He looks a lot like my boyfriend Wang Junkai. He is very handsome. You can give me his WeChat ID."

Han Zhan refused mercilessly: "My employee contract does not contain the clause of prostitution."

Han Wangwang stuck out his tongue, "I'll ask for it myself later." Han Wangwang was a little discouraged when he didn't ask for the WeChat account. She leaned on the sofa, her whole body was about to fall apart, like a salted fish with no pursuit.

Han Zhan suddenly knocked on the keyboard. Hearing the movement, Han Wangwang lifted his eyelids, looked at Han Zhan listlessly, and asked feebly, "Little cousin, you called me here, are you looking for me for something?"

Han Zhan's gray-blue eyes glanced at Han Wangwang displeasedly, and his tone was unpleasant: "Speak in a lower voice."

Han Wangwang was stunned for a moment. She looked around the office and felt strange that she didn't see a third person. "No one else is here, so you are afraid of being heard?" Han Wangwang's eyes drifted subconsciously under Han Zhan's desk.

"Little cousin, you can't hide people under your desk, right?" Han Wangwang saw a lot of messy things, and a lot of pornography flashed in his mind.

Han Zhan sneered and taunted her: "Your little aunt's newly bought laundry detergent has a good decontamination ability. When you have time to sit at our house, I will ask your little aunt to wash your brain for you."

Han Wangwang opened his mouth and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Little cousin should be the first to decontaminate"

Han Zhan raised his eyebrows, but he couldn't refute it.

The brain of his porcelain treasure is indeed a little dirty.

After coughing uncomfortably, Han Zhan tilted his head to look at the closed door of the lunch break room, and then told Han Wangwang, "Your little cousin is taking a nap inside."

Han Wangwang suddenly realized, nodded hurriedly, and whispered, "Yes." She dropped her bag, got up, walked to Han Zhan's desk, squatted down beside his desk, tilted her head and looked at Han Zhan's work. .

Her little cousin is so handsome when she doesn't speak. As soon as he spoke, his vicious face made people want to hit people.

After admiring the beauty of the young cousin for a while, Han Wangwang asked him again: "Little cousin, what's the matter."

Han Zhan directly turned the computer in a circle, and the screen was aimed at Han Wangwang. "Do you know this man?"

Han Wangwang glanced at the computer screen and saw a man who was also handsome, but had a violent look between his eyebrows. Han Wangwang nodded expressionlessly. "I know, the surname is Cheng, who has been harassing me recently."

Han Wangwang didn't know what the little cousin asked Cheng Ziang to do. She asked Han Zhan suspiciously: "What's wrong with this person? Is there a problem?"

Han Zhan said, "His name is Cheng Ziang, he is the second young master of Chuandong Group."

Han Wangwang nodded again: "I know."

"He's chasing you?" Han Zhan asked again.

Han Wangwang pouted, very self-aware, she said, "He just wants to soak me."

Seeing that she knew how much she was attractive, Han Zhan was very relieved, "Knowing that he just wants to fuck you, it seems that you are not too stupid."

Hearing this, Han Wangwang rolled his eyes at him.

"Don't stare at me, there are no rules." Han Zhan stretched out his left hand, put his palm on Han Wangwang's forehead, and turned her face to the other side.

Staring at Han Wangwang's profile, Han Zhan dropped the bait: "Do me a favor. After this is done, I will persuade your father to allow you to go to Southern Medical University."

Han Wangwang knocked off Han Zhan's hand, raised his head, stared at Han Zhan with bright eyes, and whispered in surprise, "Really!"

"Be quiet." Han Zhan disliked Han Wangwang's loud voice.

Heaven and earth are big, and my wife sleeps the most.

Han Wangwang quickly closed his mouth and closed the zipper.

Han Wangwang has a high IQ and a good mathematical talent. Her father hopes that she will become a mathematician and scientist in the future. But Han Wangwangzhi is not here, she wants to be a military doctor.

Han Wangwang stretched out his hand, and carefully pulled Han Zhan's clothes in a pleasing manner, possessed the dog's legs, and betrayed Han Zhan: "Little cousin, tell me, what do you want me to do. As long as it's not murder and arson, I dare!"

Like a loving elder, Han Zhan gently patted Han Wangwang on the shoulder and whispered to her: "That's right, there is a little grudge between me and this man named Cheng Ziang that needs to be dealt with. What about you, Wangwang? Do as I say"

Guess what Han Zhan wants Wangwanggou to do