Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

After listening to Han Zhan's plan, Han Wangwang's expression was extremely serious and solemn.

"Little cousin, you are so unhuman." Han Wangwang rubbed the goose bumps on his arm and said with a look of fear, "I didn't offend you, did I?" She was afraid that one day she would be sold by Han Zhan. Don't know the inside story.

Han Zhan snorted coldly and ignored her.

"I did this transaction." Han Wangwang poked Han Zhan's arm and reminded him, "But you also have to promise that you can do a good job in my dad's education."

"Um."

Han Wangwang is satisfied.

"Then I'll go." Han Wangwang walked to the sofa and picked up his backpack, then turned back to Han Zhan to act coquettishly: "Little cousin, I'm in a hurry recently, so please support your poor cousin."

Han Zhan looked at Han Wangwang without any warmth, and cruelly rejected her request for help, "Wangwang, where is your little cousin, he just got married recently, he has to support his family, and money is tight."

"Stingy!" Stomping her feet, Han Wangwang shook off her dreadlocks and hurried away.

Song Ci was awakened by Han Wangwang's stingy voice. She opened the door and walked out with her hair in a mess. "Who came just now?"

Han Zhan stared at her slightly messy hair and thought it was cute. "Wangwang dog."

"Your cousin?" Song Ci asked him, "Did you tell her about Cheng Ziang?"

"Tell her."

"That's good."

Song Ci went to the bathroom to tidy up her appearance, then went to sit down on the sofa, picked up the needle and wool, and continued to fight. It took her five days, working overtime, to finally drive the sweater out before returning to Shunshen City.

After the sweater was knitted, Song Ci folded it, put it in a beautiful gift box, and packed it into a suitcase.

Tomorrow will go back to Shunchen, Song Ci has to prepare.

Hearing that Han Zhan said that his grandfather lived in the country, this was the first time that Han Zhan brought his daughter-in-law home. Song Ci thought of the peasant women in the village who love gossip and liveliness. She decided to dress up beautifully and give his brother Han a face.

To this end, Song Ci deliberately spent a whole day dressing herself up.

When Han Zhan came back late at night, Song Ci hadn't slept yet, so she was lying on the bed playing with her phone. Seeing that she hadn't slept yet, Han Zhan asked, "Waiting for me?"

Nodding his head, Song Ci said, "It's almost time. Are you so busy with work?"

Han Zhan said while taking off his clothes: "There are too many things to deal with, and they must be arranged. Tonight, Li Li and the others are working overtime with me." He wanted to kiss Song Ci, but he felt tired all day, and his body The smell was bad, so he said, "I'll go take a shower first."

He quickly took a fighting bath, brushed his teeth, and then Han Zhan got into the bed without wearing pajamas. Song Ci glanced at the muscles of his arms that were exposed outside the quilt, and asked him with a smile, "What about being a hooligan?"

Han Zhan: "Don't you like me being a hooligan?"

Song Ci raised her eyebrows.

Han Zhan suddenly reached out and held Song Ci's mobile phone in his palm, and said like an elder who cares for his younger generation: "Don't lie down and play with the phone, it's not good for your eyes. You are a pilot, and you should pay more attention to protecting your eyes."

Song Ci obediently gave the phone to Han Zhan.

Only then did Han Zhan realize that Song Ci's hair had grown longer, and it was still wavy and curly! "What's the matter with your hair?" Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's long hair, touched it curiously, and found that it was unusually soft, it should be real hair.

Song Ci picked up the end of her hair and swiped it at the end of Han Zhan's eyes, "Extended hair." Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Does it look good?"

Han Zhan nodded, "It looks good. Where did this hair come from?"

"My own." At that time, Song Ci cut all her hair short in the hospital. Afterwards, Song Ci asked Li Li to help buy a box, and she kept the broken hair away. "The barber said that this can only be kept for a while, and then I will cut it again."

At that time, her own hair had grown a bit longer, and even if she cut it, it would probably reach her shoulders.

Looking at her long hair, Han Zhan couldn't help feeling a little emotional when he thought of her charming appearance when he first saw Song Ci. "Actually, your long hair looks pretty, but unfortunately," he didn't say what it was a pity.

Song Ci could understand Han Zhan's unfinished words, and she asked Han Zhan, "You don't like long hair, because of Du Xueyan?" When Du Xueyan was mentioned, Song Ci felt sour in her heart.

Han Zhan: "No, it's mainly because after I broke up with her, my grandfather saw that I had never had a new love life, and thought I was obsessed with Du Xueyan. He was afraid that I would hang on a tree, so he arranged it for me. There are many blind dates, and almost every blind date is chosen according to Du Xueyan's image."

"I was forced to go on blind dates a few times and met such a disgusting lady"

Song Ci was aroused curiosity, she asked, "What did she do."

Han Zhan didn't really want to talk about it, but he couldn't bear Song Ci's coquettish behavior, so he finally said it. "At the blind date, the young lover she raised rushed over, splashed me with coffee, and called me a male fox." Han Zhan's expression was embarrassed, a little embarrassed.

Song Ci was stunned for a while, then burst into laughter. "Blind date is risky, Brother Han is not easy!"

Han Zhan also finds it funny when he thinks about it now, "I was very angry at the time, but after that time, my grandfather never arranged a blind date for me again. And I, the kind of beautiful girl with long hair. , there is a sense of fear and jealousy.”

And Song Ci, with charming long hair, enchanting figure, and bright and moving appearance, became the kind of woman Han Zhan feared the most.

Knowing that Han Zhan hated long hair was not because of Du Xueyan, Song Ci felt better. "Sleep." She put on her blindfold, and when she was about to fall asleep, she heard Han Zhan ask, "Is everything packed?"

"Packed up."

"Is there enough cover?"

Song Ci opened her eyes. She didn't answer the question, but asked him with great interest, "How many calls are enough?"

Han Zhan: "You can do it yourself."

Song Ci smeared and turned off the lights, "Sleep!"

Song Ci fell into a deep sleep, and was woken up by Han Zhan in the morning. "It's time to get up, we have to go to the airport."

"Woo!" Song Ci was picked up by Han Zhan in a daze and stuffed into the bathroom. When the cold towel was patted on his face, Song Ci immediately woke up. She quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth, changed her clothes, and took some time to put on makeup.

By the time she packed up, Han Zhan had already made breakfast. After breakfast, the two of them each carried a suitcase and went out. Entering the elevator, Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Didn't the driver come?"

"Today we will drive by ourselves. Leave the car at the airport, and Long Yu will drive back later."

Song Ci rubbed her hands and asked Han Zhan, "Can I drive?"

Han Zhan glanced at her, neither agreed nor refused, with a look of anticipation. Song Ci tiptoed and kissed him, and Han Zhan's feigned indifference couldn't hold back any longer. He raised the key and said, "I'll give you the drive below sixty yards."

"Yes!" Song Ci snatched the key.

In the underground garage, Song Ci got into the driver's seat, Han Zhan sat in the co-pilot, and fastened his seat belt immediately.

Seeing this, Song Ci laughed at him: "Afraid?"

good night ah