Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

When he arrived at the airport, Yan Jiang greeted Fu Hanshen's team, and noticed that there was a man he knew in the team, and some doubts flashed in his heart. "Mr. Long, why are you here?" The Mr. Long in Yan Jiang's mouth was none other than Long Yu.

Behind Long Yu were three men and one woman, all in their thirties and forties, and they all seemed ordinary. Long Yu smiled at Yan Jiang and explained, "Madam is worried about Miss Song Fei's comfort and sent us to accompany her to protect the safety of their team."

Yan Jiang looked at Long Yu deeply.

Although Long Yu was Song Ci's bodyguard, he only obeyed Han Zhan. The only one who can mobilize them is Han Zhan, and Long Yu obviously didn't tell the truth just now. Knowing the chaos in the Congo and worrying about Song Fei's safety, did Han Zhan deliberately send Long Yu and the others to the Congo?

Yan Jiang always felt that this incident revealed a hint of strangeness and unusualness.

At the same time, on the flight from Shunshen City to Haicheng, Han Zhan suddenly said to Song Ci, "Brother Long has some things to deal with at home during this time. When you go back from your honeymoon, I will send you a new driver."

"What happened to his house?"

"His grandfather is dying, so he has to spend the last time with the old man." Han Zhan silently said sorry to Long Yu's grandfather who had passed away the year before.

"It's time to go back and accompany me. It doesn't matter to me, as long as it's the person you arranged for me, I can rest assured." Han Zhan would never send a helpless driver to protect her.

"That's good." It took almost two hours to fly from Shunchen to Haicheng. Song Ci said, "Brother Han, do your own thing, and I'll watch a movie." She found a Polish movie called "365dni" looked up.

Han Zhan took out a book from the suitcase he was carrying and placed it on the table. Song Ci glanced at the book cover and saw three words written with a brush—

Tao Te Ching.

Song Ci's expression changed slightly. She watched Han Zhan's Tao Te Ching, and then watched her own passionate little movie, and suddenly felt that Han Ge's soul became sacred and interesting.

Noticing Song Ci's small eyes, Han Zhan asked her with a smile, "What are you thinking about?"

Song Ci asked, "Brother Han is studying philosophy recently?"

Han Zhan nodded, "Yes."

"What do you study this for?"

Han Zhan: "Pretend to force."

Song Ci was stunned for a while, then clasped his fists with both hands and complimented Han Zhan: "Mr. Han is really a wonderful person."

"You watch a movie." Han Zhan opened the book to the bookmark page, lowered his head and concentrated on reading.

Song Ci put on the earphones and started the movie.

Before you know it, an hour has passed. Han Zhan's neck was also a little tired after reading with his head down. He reached out and squeezed the back of his neck, raised his head and shook his head.

When he shook his head, his expression suddenly became startled when he caught a glimpse of the screen in front of Song Ci.

Song Ci actually watched the 18-ban passion movie on the plane!

Seeing Han Zhan staring at the movie in front of him with a rare and strange look, Song Ci took off his earphones and asked intimately, "Brother Han, do you want to watch it? Give you the earphones?"

Han Zhan shook his head with a complicated expression, "No, I don't want to watch it." This is not suitable for watching on a plane.

At this time, the flight attendant came from the front with a tray in hand, and Han Zhan quickly covered the display screen with a blanket, for fear of being discovered by the flight attendant. When the flight attendant left, Song Ci took off the towel and laughed at him: "Brother Han is so innocent?"

Han Zhan's expression was serious and serious. "Watching such a large-scale movie in public has a bad impact."

"Then if I block it, others won't see it." Song Ci picked up Han Zhan's Tao Te Ching and blocked it beside her monitor.

Han Zhan quickly snatched his book and said, "Don't defile my Tao Te Ching." He also blew on the cover of the book.

Song Ci was amused by him, so he had to close the movie. After closing the movie, Song Ci recalled the movie just now in her mind. After a while, she came to a conclusion: "The man's figure is not as good as that of Brother Han."

Han Zhan bent his lips, "Thank you for your affirmation."

At nine o'clock in the morning, the plane arrived at Haicheng. The two had lunch at the airport before boarding their flight to Vienna again at one o'clock. After the plane took off, Song Ci and Han Zhan fell asleep after talking for a while.

Song Ci fell asleep, her lips slightly parted, and if she looked closely, she could see a little saliva on the corner of her lips. Han Zhan felt that Song Ci's sleeping appearance was charming and cute. He couldn't help but took out a digital camera and took a picture of Song Ci's sleeping face.

When I think of the big guys in the WeChat circle who take their wives on a trip, they always have to share their mood and pictures. Han Zhan felt that the most beautiful scenery was his wife. After getting off the plane and arriving at the hotel, Han Zhan updated his circle of friends.

Tonight, all the bigwigs and elites who added Han Zhan's WeChat and entered the WeChat Moments, and saw Han Zhan who rarely updated the Moments, and posted a Moments tonight——

Han Zhan: [My wife is so beautiful, the attached photo.jpg. 】

Song Ci is indeed beautiful, even when she falls asleep. Under Han Zhan's WeChat, everyone left messages praising Mrs. Han for her beauty as a flower, as beautiful as a fairy, and a fairy.

After Song Ci took a bath, she rubbed a layer of fragrant body lotion on her body. She changed into the sexy pajamas that she had prepared in advance and walked out of the bathroom. Seeing Han Zhan sitting on the sofa and playing with her phone, she deliberately pulled the collar of the pajamas lower and walked to Han Zhan silently.

Standing behind Han Zhan, Song Ci bent down to wrap his arms around Han Zhan, and slipped his hands into the thin shirt.

"Brother Han."

Biting Han Zhan's ear, Song Ci pretended to be dissatisfied, "Just look at me, what are you staring at the phone for?"

Han Zhan grabbed Song Ci's messy hand and handed the phone screen to her. Like a child waiting for compliments, he told her enthusiastically, "Cibao, I sent you to my circle of friends, my friend. Everyone is complimenting you on how beautiful you are."

"Yes, let me see!"

Song Ci happily took the phone, bowed her head, and saw the photo of her hair slightly messed up after falling asleep, her mouth open about to drool, and her whole body felt like being struck by lightning. "You sent me a drooling photo! You still haven't posted a picture! Han Zhan, what kind of grudge do you have with me!"

Being reprimanded by Song Ci covering his face, Han Zhan's head was covered.

He looked at the photos on his mobile phone, and at the truest appearance of Song Ci in front of him, feeling a little aggrieved. "You are so beautiful, what kind of pictures are you going to post? Only crooked melons and cracked dates use P pictures"

"What do you know, the P picture is the most basic respect for a girl!" Even if she is amazing enough, the P picture has become a ritual.

Han Zhan carefully remembered this rule and apologized with a good attitude: "I will remember the P picture in the future."

There is no need to delete photos that have been seen by friends. Song Ci returned the phone to Han Zhan, "I'll forgive you this time."

Han Zhan put away his phone, held Song Ci's hand, and was about to taste the beauty along her fingertips. At this moment, Song Ci suddenly pushed Han Zhan's head away, "Wait, I'm going to the toilet!"

After she finished speaking, she got into the toilet.

Han Zhan thought her stomach was uncomfortable, so he picked up the phone, downloaded a P-picture software, and studied the P-picture tutorial.