Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

"This is your high school?"

"That's right." Han Zhan said to Song Ci while taking off his seat belt, "The pea jelly here is very delicious, you will definitely like it."

Song Ci followed Han Zhan out of the car and walked to the small stall on the left side of the school gate, where he saw an old grandfather setting up a stall. In front of his booth, there was a small bowl of jelly. The jelly looked very clean, a bit like crystal clear lychee meat.

Han Zhan was too tall, so he had to squat down and talk to the old man. "Master, give me two bowls of cake, one with coriander and one without."

Song Ci gathered up her skirt and squatted down like Han Zhan. She saw that the old grandpa used a blade to cut the bowl cake horizontally and vertically into pieces, and then sprinkled the secret garlic sauce.

Song Ci smelled that fragrance, and actually resisted a little in her heart. She doesn't usually eat this kind of heavy food, and after eating it, she always feels a garlic smell in her mouth.

The uncle handed the bowl of cake to Han Zhan, "Here, it was originally 8 yuan. If you buy two, I will charge you 15."

Han Zhan caught the jelly and said, "The price has gone up. It used to be three yuan a piece." He said while scanning WeChat with his mobile phone.

The uncle was angrily laughed at by Han Zhan. He rolled his eyes and complained: "When I was three yuan a bowl, I was your uncle, and now it's your uncle."

Han Zhan raised his eyebrows, feeling that what he said was reasonable, and he was no longer poor.

Song Ci and Han Zhan sat under the umbrella and ate jelly. Han Zhan hadn't eaten this for a long time, and he was very happy. When he had just eaten the fifth piece, he suddenly heard Song Ci ask, "Does Du Xueyan like this too?"

Han Zhan choked a mouthful of jelly in his throat.

He swallowed the jelly with great effort, noticing that Song Ci hadn't eaten a single bite, he said, "She doesn't like it, her idol is a heavy burden, and she dislikes the smell of garlic."

"Oh." Song Ci then took a piece of jelly and put it into her mouth.

Han Zhan sat stiffly on the bench, fidgeting a little. Song Ci swallowed the jelly and gave a two-word evaluation: "Not bad." She finished off a bowl of jelly gracefully and stood up.

Standing under the scorching sun, Song Ci called out Han Zhan's name, "Han Zhan."

Han Zhan looked up and saw Song Ci's wine-red curly hair glowing hazy in the sun, charming and beautiful, but the expression on her face was stubborn. Song Ci said, "Han Zhan, I don't like to eat such a heavy food either. But if you like it, I'm willing to accompany you."

After a pause, Song Ci said again, "You have to cherish it." Abandoning these words, she turned her head and walked into a small shop to buy a bottle of lemonade.

After taking a sip of lemonade, Song Ci lowered her head and tightened the bottle cap, only to find that the spokesperson for the lemonade was Du Xueyan, and her portrait was printed on the bottle. Song porcelain has completely become the lemon essence under the lemon tree.

Han Zhan walked over, snatched her lemonade, threw the bottle into the trash can, and then stuffed a piece of candy into her hand. Song Ci lowered her head, looked at the toffee in her palm, and said nothing.

"Eat something sweet and drink less sour." Han Zhan said.

After a moment of silence, Song Ci peeled off the toffee and stuffed it into her mouth.

The tip of the tongue turned the sugar in his mouth for a while, and the mouth was filled with a sweet and greasy taste. Song Ci stood up and looked at Han Zhan. Song Ci pointed to his chest, drooping his eyelids, and said, "Han Zhan, I'm uncomfortable here, even after eating candy."

Han Zhan's expression moved slightly.

There were some tears in Song Ci's eyes, and she said, "I seem to have a little bit of love for you."

Han Zhan's Adam's apple twitched.

He felt a sudden discomfort in his heart, as if a hole had been torn open in his heart, and a little sweetness was poured into it. Han Zhan hugged Song Ci, "It's all in the past, Song Ci. I can change any shortcomings, but my past can't be changed."

Song Ci said in a muffled voice, "I understand the truth, but I'm just uncomfortable."

Han Zhan really had no choice. He had no choice but to hug Song Ci tightly. After a while, Song Ci packed up her mood. She got out of Han Zhan's arms and reminded him, "It's time to go. Grandpa is still waiting for us to go back for lunch."

Han Zhan was worried and looked at Song Ci seriously for a moment. Seeing that Song Ci was really calm, he took her hand and sat back in the car again. -

When the car drove to the suburbs, there were fewer vehicles, and the farmland and the three-story building jumped into the eye. Song Ci lowered the window and stared at the endless green rice. She imagined Han Zhan rolling up his trousers and planting rice in the field, and couldn't help but laugh.

Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "These are the second cropping rice?"

"Well." Han Zhan told Song Ci, "It will be ready to harvest in a month."

"It's all harvesters now, right?"

"Um."

Song Ci rubbed her hands in anticipation. She asked Han Zhan, "What kind of ripe fruits are there in Grandpa's house now?"

"Hawthorn, chestnut, and jujube are almost ready to be picked."

Song Ci rolled up his sleeves and said, "Then I have to pick chestnuts and cook chestnut roast chicken for you."

"Row."

The car turned a corner and drove onto an asphalt road. Song Ci heard Han Zhan say, "It's almost there, that's the house hidden in the woods."

Song Ci looked up and saw Han Zhan pointing at a self-built forest villa on the hillside in front of him. The large villa with yellow to red tiles is hidden in the forest, revealing luxury and mystery in a low-key manner, which is completely different from what Song porcelain imagined.

"It turned out to be a forest villa. I thought my grandfather's house was an ordinary rural self-built villa."

Han Zhan told Song Ci: "This was designed by my grandmother when she was alive."

"This should be the most luxurious villa in a ten-mile radius around you."

Han Zhan made a joke: "This is the hometown of the richest man after all."

Song Ci originally thought that when he arrived at his grandfather's house, he would be watched by the villagers as a national treasure. It was only when he arrived at his grandfather's house that Song Ci discovered that there was no one around this kilometer.

Most of the houses of the villagers are built along the road, while Han Aoyu's house is built on the hillside. A fence surrounds the more than 300 meters of the villa. It is planned to be built into a garden, a stadium, a swimming pool, and a school ground. Follow the vegetable field.

At the entrance of the villa, on a fortified black iron gate, the word 'Han Zhai' was written.

This majestic style, who dares to visit the nearby villagers?

Not only Han Aoyu lived in this house, but also his housekeeper Zhong Bugui, and the two officers responsible for protecting the life of the old man. Seeing Han Zhan coming back, an uncle named Lin Chongan opened the door and stood aside to give Han Zhan a military salute.

Han Zhan lowered the car window and returned him a military salute.

"Zhan Zhan, long time no see, have you brought your daughter-in-law back to see your grandfather?" Lin Chongan glanced at Song Ci, his eyes lit up. Zhong Bugui didn't lie, the daughter-in-law Zhan Zhan was looking for was indeed a great beauty.

Han Zhan said helplessly, "Uncle Lin, I'm in my thirties, don't call me Zhanzhan anymore."

Lin Chongan said, "What if you are in your thirties, I will always be ten years older than you. In front of me, you have always been a child."

Han Zhan gave up struggling.

Congrats to Song Ci, I'm tempted by Han Zhan