Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

"This is my love Song Ci. Song Ci, this is Uncle Lin." Han Zhan introduced Lin Chongan to Song Ci.

Song Ci's mouth was sweet, and she hurriedly called Uncle Lin.

Lin Chongan smiled until his eyes narrowed, "You're so cute, come, this is the first time we met. Uncle also prepared a red envelope for you, you can accept it." Lin Chongan took out a red envelope and handed it to Song Ci, the co-pilot.

Song Ci didn't answer, but looked at Han Zhan. After Han Zhan nodded, Song Ci took the red envelope with both hands and thanked him politely.

"Uncle Lin has spent money." Han Zhan said.

Lin Chongan waved his hand, and he said with emotion, "I've been waiting for years for such an opportunity to spend money."

Only then did Han Zhan say, "I'll go see Grandpa first, and talk to Uncle Lin later."

"Okay, let's go."

Han Zhan drove to the parking lot, Song Ci held the red envelope and smiled at him: "Zhan Zhan?"

Han Zhan pretended to be deaf and unable to hear.

Song Ci did not open the red envelope, but stuffed it into the bag and entered the Han house with Han Zhan.

Han Aoyu was cooking in person, Zhong Bugui was helping, and another subordinate was arranging the training equipment on the school grounds. Hearing Han Zhan and Song Ci talking, Han Aoyu turned off the fire, washed his hands, rubbed his apron, and then walked out slowly.

"Song girl, you're finally here! Come on, I've steamed sausages for you! I've also made duck meat hot pot. I'll make hot pot with dried bamboo shoots later!" Han Aoyu took Song Ci's hand, anxious While showing off the dishes he made to her, he ignored Han Zhan next to him.

Song Ci was pulled into the kitchen by Han Aoyu.

Seeing that Han Aoyu, who was in his 80s, was still busy in the kitchen, Song Ci felt very sorry, and took off the apron on the hook to help. "Grandpa, take a rest, I'll do it."

Han Aoyu hurriedly stopped her: "Go, go, I've cooked for his grandmother for the rest of her life, and she's used to it. With me, you won't have the chance to cook." Looking at Song Ci's fair and clean hands, Han Aoyu said again : "Your hands are so delicate and white, cooking is a waste."

Song Ci looked helplessly at the tall body outside the kitchen, and hurriedly said, "Brother Han, why don't you come and help Grandpa cook?"

Han Zhan had no choice but to come over.

Before he got close to the counter, Han Aoyu snatched the apron from Song Ci's arms, stuffed it into Han Zhan's palm, and ordered him: "The pig's feet are ready, before the soup is poured, you come."

Han Zhan complained while wearing an apron: "Grandpa, don't treat it too differently."

Han Aoyu opened the lid of the steamer, took out a few pieces of sausage with chopsticks, and handed it to Song Ci's mouth, "Come on, try it."

Song Ci hurriedly opened his mouth and bit down two slices of sausage in one bite, his mouth was particularly delicious. "good to eat."

Han Aoyu smiled and said, "I know you can eat it. I made a lot of it on purpose. You can eat it with an open belly later, don't be embarrassed."

Song Porcelain: ""

In order to satisfy Han Aoyu, the first time he met Song Ci in Wangdong City, he set up a character that he could eat. Song Ci couldn't help feeling a little worried when she thought that she had to open her stomach to eat in the next few days.

She's going to grow meat!

Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci, saw her tangled face, and laughed unethically.

The meal will be ready soon, Han Aoyu eats with courtesy, and calls Zhong Bugui and two subordinates over. Another subordinate, Fang Shen, was just forty years old, dark-skinned and burly, a man who looked a little stiff but had fierce eyes.

But when facing Song Ci, Fang Shen smiled cautiously, and that smile seemed a bit simple and honest. "Girl Song, my uncle also prepared a red envelope for you. Come and keep it." Song Ci is 22 years old, so tender that everyone present can call her girl.

Song Ci received Fang Shen's red envelope and thanked him when he arrived.

Then, Zhong Bugui also took out the red envelope and gave it to Song Ci.

Song Ci also accepted it.

Seeing that everyone gave Song Ci red envelopes, Han Aoyu was very satisfied. He said to Song Ci, "The red envelopes are all vulgar things. Grandpa has prepared some good things for you. After dinner, I will show you!"

Song Ci expressed curiosity, "What did grandpa prepare for me?"

"I won't reveal it now."

Song Ci then said, "I also prepared a gift for my grandfather. Grandpa is willing to reveal your surprise to Song Ci, so I will give you the gift now."

"Quiet and weird!" Han Aoyu rolled his eyes, but in the end he couldn't resist the temptation to receive a gift, and said a surprise: "I have collected some calligraphy and paintings, some jewelry relics left by Han Zhan's grandmother and his mother during their lifetimes, Give you all"

Song Ci couldn't imagine how precious that gift was.

She felt embarrassed when she took the sweater out of the suitcase. Song Ci put the gift box on the chair, opened it, took out the gray-blue sweater inside, and handed it to Han Aoyu.

"I knitted a sweater for my grandfather. This is my first time knitting a sweater. I'm not very skilled, and the details may not be handled well." Song Ci said this modestly, because the sweater was to be given to Han Aoyu, Song Ci has processed every thread, and this sweater is no worse than the one bought on the market.

Han Aoyu took the sweater, touched it for a moment, and said with emotion, "I like this gift very much. Girl Song, if your grandmother is still here, she will definitely like you very much."

Han Aoyu looked up at the portrait of Grandma Han hanging on the wall of the hall, and said in a loss: "Duanfang likes knitting sweaters very much. Sitting in front of the fireplace knitting sweaters, she's afraid she's gone and no one will knit us sweaters again"

Tears flashed in Han Aoyu's eyes, he choked and said, "It's alright, now someone continues to hurt Zhan Zhan." The old man with half his life, when he gets old, it is always easy to be emotional, and when he talks about the past, his emotions are inevitably excited, and he becomes red. Eye.

Song Ci looked at Han Aoyu who was sad, and didn't know what to say to comfort him.

Han Zhan held Song Ci's hand and whispered in her ear: "Grandpa is thinking of grandma again." Tomorrow is grandma's death day, and Han Aoyu is inevitably sad.

Han Zhan glanced at Zhong Buregai, who received the hint from Han Zhan's eyes, he hurriedly said to Han Aoyu, "Master, it's time to eat, Zhan Zhan and Song girl have come all the way back, and they are still hungry!"

Han Aoyu returned to his senses, quickly put away his sweaters, and motioned for everyone to eat.

Song Ci didn't dare to break the character design. In order to show her love for Han Aoyu's cooking skills, she ate two and a half bowls of rice, and half of the plate of sausages went into Song Ci's stomach. Seeing this, Han Aoyu was very satisfied, and he felt that the girl who can eat is lucky.

After eating, Song Ci sent out the small gifts prepared for Zhong Bugui and Lin Chongan, and then took the suitcase and went back to their room with Han Zhan. Han Zhan's room was on the third floor and had a large floor-to-ceiling window.

This room is more of a small suite than a bedroom. There is a master bedroom, a small living room, and a simple kitchenette with a refrigerator, TV, and wine cabinet. The design of the master bedroom is very impressive. The bathroom and the master bedroom are separated by a hollow screen made of logs.

Song Ci lay on the light gray sheet, looked at the shaded green trees outside the window, and sighed, "Brother Han, when we get old, let's go back here to retire."

Han Zhan was pleased by the idea of ​​old age, and he said, "Okay, as long as you like it."

Daily life in Han Zhan's hometown in Hunan——

Song Ci: Eat, eat, eat!

Grandpa: Make food for Song Ci!

Han Zhan: He was bullied by Song Ci and his grandfather.