Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

After entering the toilet, Song Ci sat on the toilet lid. She took her mobile phone and quickly edited a message and sent it to a circle of friends. Putting down the phone, Song Ci stared at herself in the mirror, opened the small makeup box again, and took out a lace queen eye mask from it.

Song Ci was preparing in the bathroom. Han Zhan stood at the door and asked Song Ci: "Porcelain, which one is better, PS or Meitu Xiuxiu?"

Song Ci: "Beginners use Meitu Xiuxiu."

Han Zhan nodded and deleted the PS. He promised again: "I will definitely make you more beautiful in the future."

Not hearing the movement inside, Han Zhan was a little curious. "Porcelain, what are you doing?"

Song Ci put down the eyeliner, pursed her flaming red lips, and said, "Surprise."

"Am looking forward to."

Han Zhan turned around and walked towards the sofa. As soon as he sat down, he heard the sound of the toilet door turning. Han Zhan raised his head when he heard the sound, and saw Song Ci standing under the door.

She was wearing a pure black suspender silk pajamas, her charming long curly hair was draped behind her back, and a lace queen blindfold was tied to her face. She drew eyeliner, and under the sexy and mysterious blindfold, her eyes were slender and charming, and her eyes were shining.

Han Zhan's breath was stagnant, and he forgot what he wanted to say.

Song Ci walked barefoot in front of Han Zhan. There were only two very thin straps hanging on her shoulders, which were as white as jade, as if they would snap with a single hook. Han Zhan reached out and hooked a strap, and then asked her, "When did you buy the pajamas? You look good in them."

"I went to the mall to buy it on the day I received the hair extension." Song Ci kissed Han Zhan's forehead and left a lipstick mark on his forehead.

"Brother Han." Song Ci bent down and raised Han Zhan's chin with her slender index finger. Looking down at Han Zhan's throbbing Adam's apple, Song Ci raised her red lips and smiled domineeringly. "The first night of your honeymoon, you can't waste your time, Brother Han"

Han Zhan took a deep look at her and pulled her into his arms suddenly.

In the middle of the night, Wan Lai was silent.

Han Zhan was wearing a pair of trousers and stood on the balcony with a cup of warm tea in his hand. In the room, Song Ci was already asleep. After she was tired, she fell asleep in a good posture, her long hair scattered on Han Zhan's pillow.

Han Zhan leaned his back against the railing, looked at Song Ci who was sleeping on the big bed, and suddenly thought of a word.

Eat marrow to know the taste.

Ding-dong-

Han Zhan received a WeChat message from his grandfather.

Counting the time, it's already early in the morning in China, so I don't know what my grandfather is looking for in the morning. Han Zhan unlocked his phone, opened the chat interface with his grandfather, and clicked on the unread voice.

Han Zhan heard his grandfather say: [Haha, you kid, why were you so fat before? I was looking at Song Yatou Moments and saw the photos of you at that time, I despised you! 】

Han Zhan: [Huh? What circle of friends? 】He replied with a voice from his grandfather.

Grandpa: [Didn't you see it? 】

Han Zhan exited the chat interface, found Song Ci at the top, and after entering her circle of friends, only to find that Song Ci updated a circle of friends a few hours ago.

Song Ci: [Guess who this cute and honest little fat man is? Attached.jpg. ] Song Ci's picture is a fat photo of Han Zhan when he was 12 years old. This was taken by Song Ci in Han Zhan's hometown a few days ago with his mobile phone from the Han family album.

When Han Zhan saw the picture, his mentality collapsed.

Song Ci has many WeChat friends, and Han Zhan is not sure how many people have seen the photos. When Song Ci posted on the Moments, it was three o'clock in the middle of the night. Counting the time, it should have been posted by her hiding in the toilet.

Han Zhan can only pray that not many people see the photos.

He put down the water glass and mobile phone, went back to the room, found Song Ci's mobile phone, and unlocked it with her fingerprint.

Song Ci slept like a pig without knowing it. Song Ci's friends stayed up in the middle of the night and were all active on various social software. When Han Zhan opened Song Ci's WeChat, he saw the number '65' displayed on the bottom row of the WeChat Discovery column.

Han Zhan opened the news and saw rows of comments and likes under Song Ci's Moments.

Friend A: [Who is this? Chubby and cute. 】

Friend B: [Look at the color of the eyes]

Friend C: [Could it be]

Friend D: [Your husband? 】

Han Wangwang: [Hahaha, little cousin, you must really love little cousin! Only true love dares to be unscrupulous. 】

Han Zhan really saw how ruthless Song Ci's ability to retaliate was.

Canthus must report, little bastard!

He put down his phone, lay down on the other side of the bed, and pinched Song Ci's nose in revenge. Song Ci knocked off his hand reflexively. "Don't make trouble." She turned over and continued to sleep.

Han Zhan couldn't help sighing, "Ceramic treasure, can't you be kind to me?"-

Early in the morning, Song Ci sat at the coffee table on the balcony, enjoying the morning bath while eating breakfast and watching all kinds of passers-by downstairs. The weather here is cooler, she wore a V-neck suspender silk long skirt, and a windbreaker over the skirt to keep out the cold.

Han Zhan opened the curtains and walked out shirtless. He frowned when he saw the low-necked skirt inside her trench coat, and asked her, "You must wear this to piss me off?" She had forgotten the house rules.

Song Ci took a sip of milk and licked the milk bubbles on her lips. "How many days did you go to bed on time at ten o'clock? You can be unruly, and so can I."

Han Zhan broke the precept first, and asked Song Ci to abide by the rules, which was really unreasonable. However, Han Zhan felt a little tasteful about letting his lover go out in such a sexy dress.

"Can't you just close the windbreaker?" This was Han Zhan's last bottom line.

Song Ci put down the food in her hand, stood up, and walked in front of Han Zhan. She opened her arms and said, "Brother Han, help me." She said this, but her expression was arrogant like a queen.

Han Zhan bent down and worked hard to button all the buttons of her trench coat. "We will go to Schönbrunn Palace in the morning, the Princess Sissi Museum in the afternoon, and the Golden Hall in the evening. All the things we need to bring are packed, and I will carry them for you."

"it is good."

Song Ci went to pack up, and Han Zhan sat down to eat. After breakfast, Han Zhan called, and the hotel sent him a car shortly after. The driver will accompany you all day, with a good service attitude, ready to be dispatched at any time.

They went to Schönbrunn Palace first. There were a lot of people in the scenic spot. Song Ci took a few pictures of Han Zhan and put away the camera. The two visited Schönbrunn Palace and went to the next attraction. It was not until evening that the two of them went to eat.

A funny thing happened during the meal. Han Zhan ordered Song Ci all the well-known and expensive dishes in the store, but he ordered a large amount of food for himself.

Song Ci laughed at him: "The ones you ordered are not very delicious, the ones you ordered for me should be better."

Han Zhan: "You, I have to eat three servings to be full by myself." This restaurant is extremely expensive. Han Zhan doesn't feel bad for spending money on Song Ci, but he is reluctant to spend money on himself.