Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci held the three eggs and said with a smile, "Do I want to hatch the eggs?"

Han Zhan: "Would you like to?"

Song Ci looked at Han Zhan deeply, and she said, "Of course I want it, it depends on whether you want it or not." She was no longer referring to hatching eggs, but having children.

Han Zhan suppressed the smile in his eyes. He took a deep look at Song Ci before saying, "When the matter of the Mu family is settled, let's prepare for pregnancy."

Song Ci didn't answer, she put the bird's egg in her palm and walked along the white line of the asphalt road. There was a slope below the edge. Han Zhan was worried that Song Ci would fall, so he couldn't help reminding her: "Look at it, don't fall."

Song Ci suddenly stopped.

Han Zhan stopped, and he looked down at Song Ci without saying a word.

Song Ci didn't look back, she looked down at her toes, and suddenly asked softly, "Brother Han, do you regret it?"

"Huh?" Han Zhan asked her, "What do you mean?"

Song Ci turned around. She held the bird's egg in her left hand, pinched Han Zhan's arm in her right hand, looked up at him, and said, "Tell me, your hand was cut off to save people. Over the years, thinking of the two lost A finger, and an ideal you can never achieve, do you regret saving that person back then?"

Han Zhan didn't say anything.

Song Ci bit her rosy lower lip, and when her lips gradually turned pale, she said, "If you don't save that person, your hand will not be broken. That person, she broke your dream."

Han Zhan's expression sank a little.

He looked at Song Ci disapprovingly, his expression dignified and serious. He said in a deep voice, "Song Ci, you are insulting a soldier."

Song Ci was shocked and did not dare to look directly at Han Zhan.

Han Zhan added: "In ancient times there was the Great Wall to guard against alien races, but today there is a military soul to protect China. Obedience to orders is the duty of a soldier, and protecting the family and the country is a soldier's belief. Even if I retire from the army, the spirit of the army will never die, it will never die. Engraved on every bone of mine. You won't regret it if you ask me"

Staring at Song Ci's trembling pupils with bright eyes, Han Zhan's sonorous voice carried a sacredness that could not be profaned: "You are insulting my personality."

Song Ci's body softened.

She quickly hugged Han Zhan's waist with one hand and buried her cheek in his chest. Hearing Han Zhan's somewhat excited heartbeat, Song Ci felt a pain in her heart. "But Brother Han, I feel sorry for you."

Song Ci was rescued that year, and he once inquired about the whereabouts of the PLA, but the rescue scene was in chaos, everyone was busy saving people, who could notice an ordinary soldier?

Song Ci thought about the fact that she sometimes joked with Han Zhan's broken right hand after marriage, and she wanted to slap herself! In order to save her, two fingers were sawed off, and she dared to laugh at his incompleteness!

Song Ci, you are not human!

"Han Zhan, I'm sorry Han Zhan!"

Song Ci hugged Han Zhan tightly and wept silently.

Seeing Song Ci crying, Han Zhan thought it was because his words just now were too harsh and his expression was too fierce to frighten her. With a sigh, he put his hand on Song Ci's back and stroked it gently.

"Cibao, it's not a loss to exchange two fingers for a person to be safe and healthy." He kissed Song Ci's hair and said, "You can feel sorry for me, but don't cry for me, I feel uncomfortable watching it."

Song Ci wanted to stop her tears, but she couldn't.

After a long time, she straightened up in embarrassment. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, and laughed through her tears, jokingly said, "Fortunately, I didn't make up this morning, otherwise this cry would definitely be ugly."

Han Zhan stared at her pear blossom and rainy face, and asked her thoughtfully, "Why do you suddenly think of these things?"

For various reasons, Song Ci was reluctant to tell Han Zhan the truth. She held up a bird's egg and said, "Seeing you climbing a tree and imagining your dashing energy before, I regret what happened to you."

"It's alright, the hardest time has passed, and life is not bad now." Han Zhan took Song Ci's right hand and led her down the mountain.

After returning home, Song Ci planned to steam the egg, but Han Aoyu said, "The weather is cool, let's have a barbecue tonight."

Song Ci rubbed her hands together, and she said, "Then bake the eggs and eat them!"

Han Aoyu glanced at Han Zhan, and he said again, "Barbecue is great with beer!"

"Yes! Grandpa, do you like to drink beer? Do you have any at home? If not, I'll buy it!" Song Ci hadn't eaten barbecue for a long time, and his saliva started to increase.

Han Aoyu said cheerfully, "Why don't you drink it? When I was young, I liked to drink cold beer. It's cheap and refreshing!"

Han Zhan poured a spoonful of cold water: "What to drink, high blood pressure is not allowed to drink." After a pause, Han Zhan showed mercy, stared at Han Aoyu and said, "But you can drink a glass of juice."

Han Aoyu immediately blew his beard and stared, and said angrily: "Where is the little beast, he has no conscience!"

Han Zhan remained expressionless: "Don't drink."

Seeing that Han Zhan didn't give him face like this, Han Aoyu couldn't help but quarrel with him. Song Ci held back a smile and watched their grandfather and grandson bicker, only to find this scene extraordinarily heartwarming.

In the evening, Han Zhan really set up a barbecue in the yard. The men were carnivores, and the ingredients they prepared were basically meat. Considering Song Ci's idol burden, Han Zhan also prepared some vegetables.

"Do you want to eat leeks?" Han Zhan held a thin iron stick and placed a plate of chopped leeks in front of him, planning to make them into barbecue skewers.

Song Ci said: "Eat them, just put them on a plate, bake them later, and then put an egg, it's delicious."

"Also." Han Zhan dropped the iron stick and went to the refrigerator to remove the meat bowl. Song Ci followed Han Zhan, and she asked behind Han Zhan, "Brother Han, can I roast durian?"

Han Zhan, who was not wearing a gas mask, was silent for a while and refused, "Grandpa doesn't like durian, and he will get dizzy when he smells it." If something happens, grandpa will be blamed, that's right.

Sure enough, when Song Ci heard that her grandfather didn't like eating durian, she immediately dismissed the idea.

Because Han Zhan was ruthless, Han Aoyu only ate a bunch of roast mutton and beef that night, drank half a cup of watermelon juice, and got up to go for a walk to digest food, ready to go to bed on time.

Song Ci was concentrating on eating the beef skewers that Han Zhan had grilled for her, and she didn't notice it until the phone rang in her pocket for a long time.

The phone rang for an unknown time, but Song Ci finally heard it.

Song Ci took out her mobile phone and saw that the caller was Song Fei. She hurriedly walked into the quiet garden with the beef skewers. Sitting down on the solid wood hanging chair, Song Ci answered the phone. "Song Fei."

Hearing Song Ci chewing food, Song Fei asked her, "What are you eating?"

"Beef skewer, do you want to eat it?"

Song Fei had been eating lightly all this time, and when she heard the beef skewer, her taste buds moved. "Want to eat."

"It's a pity you can't eat it." Song Ci deliberately teased Song Fei: "My brother Han's grilled beef skewers are very delicious. I'll invite you another day."

"Next year." Song Fei said.

Hearing this answer, Song Ci was taken aback. "Why wait until next year?" Her voice became tense involuntarily.