Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

After knowing the truth, Su Beibei occasionally thinks of the boy who also lost his father overnight, but still knelt down and begged her for forgiveness.

I don't know, after selling the house with their mother at a low price, how did the homeless mother and son fare? Back then, the young man who looked so arrogant and arrogant, did he grow up to be an outstanding man through self-improvement? Or wasted by life, dropped out of school early and disappeared in the crowd?

When meeting 29-year-old Li Li again, Su Beibei no longer recognizes him.

The 29-year-old Li Li has grown up like a reincarnation, and he no longer has the shadow of his youth. He has suffered the most and suffered the most grievances, but the hardships of life have not broken his pride.

He is like a bamboo shoot that broke through the earth and grows into a towering bamboo.

Su Beibei couldn't help reaching out and rubbing Li Li's eyebrows, she felt a little distressed for Li Li.

"I'm sorry, I forgive you."

In his sleep, Li Li noticed that someone was touching him, he smiled, stretched out his hand and took Su Beibei into his arms, holding her hand to prevent her from moving.

"sleep!"

Su Beibei thought about it for a long time, and finally fell asleep. -

Song Ci stayed in Gmunden for a few days, and then returned to China with Han Zhan.

During the honeymoon days, Han Zhan had never touched a job. As soon as he returned to China, Han Zhan devoted himself to a lot of work. With only a dozen days left until the wedding, Song Ci was also busy.

Her wedding dress and dress were all revised, Song Ci found a time to go to the store and finalized the makeup and styling for the wedding day.

The next day, Song Ci distributed the wedding invitations to those close friends and relatives. At night, Song Ci sat on a chair in the dining room, resting her cheek with one hand, staring at the only light purple wedding invitation left on the table in a daze.

Seemingly finally making a decision, Song Ci stood up, picked up the invitation and went upstairs. She stuffed the invitation into her bag, took a shower, and went to bed early.

Han Zhan didn't come back until after twelve o'clock. Seeing that Song Ci was asleep, he didn't even take a shower, so he laid down next to Song Ci in his clothes and fell asleep with her.

The next morning, Song Ci woke up to the sound of Han Zhan's bath. She sat up, stared at Han Zhan in the bathroom, and peeked openly. Han Zhan quickly finished washing. He came out wearing a bath towel and explained to her, "I didn't take a bath last night because I was afraid of waking you up."

Han Zhan took off the bath towel, put on trousers, and said, "I have accumulated a lot of work, so I won't eat breakfast with you. Remember to eat on time."

"Okay Brother Han."

Song Ci kissed Han Zhan.

Han Zhan put on a shirt and a vest. He suddenly said: "It will be a big cooling next month."

Song Ci: "Yes."

Han Zhan: "It's time to wear sweaters." He still misses Song Ci's handmade sweaters.

Song Ci smiled helplessly, "I have to personally supervise the wedding in the past few days. It is quite busy. When the wedding is over, I will knit you a few sweaters, okay?"

"it is good!"

Han Zhan asked for a good morning kiss and went to work.

Song Ci made a green and healthy breakfast for herself, carefully selected and matched her clothes, and went out on time at nine o'clock. �€�

This is a spacious piano room on the top floor. The piano room is surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, and the gradient-colored transparent gauze curtains are fluttered by the wind. The piano room is very empty, with only a quaint grand piano and an antique-level guzheng.

In the morning light, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the north side, standing by the window was a man wearing a pure white long gown and bare feet. His slightly long black hair was fixed on the top of his head with a black hosta, and his face was round and round, like a suet jade, warm and beautiful.

If you look closely at this man's face, you can see the faint traces left by the years, but the elegance and leisure in him have played down the cruelty and ruthlessness of the years.

He held a violin in his left hand, and in his right hand, as white as jade, held a bow with the word "North" engraved on it. The melodious sound of the piano sounded, people heard it, and the soul was washed clean.

On the tree outside the window, the birds chirped.

The sound of the harp, the sound of the wind, and the chirping of birds are the most joyful sounds of nature.

Sitting in the car, Song Ci looked up at the man standing by the window, her eyes warm. "teacher"

After the practice, Shen Yubei put away the violin and walked out of the piano room barefoot. He came downstairs and heard the housekeeper say, "Mr. Shen, did you invite a friend to your house today?"

Shen Yubei took the coffee from the housekeeper, walked to the courtyard, and said as he walked, "No, why, someone called you?" As the world's most famous violinist and famous musician, there are always A group of people wanted to visit Shen Yubei.

If he can win Shen Yubei's favor and send his child to his door as a student, then there will be smoke on the ancestral grave.

The housekeeper said: "No, I saw a car parked in front of the door, I thought it was your friend visiting, so I asked."

Hearing this, Shen Yubei suddenly changed the direction of his feet and walked towards the door with the coffee in his hand. He walked through the small courtyard and came to the gate, and sure enough, he saw a car parked at the gate.

It was the Aoyu No. 1 smart electric car, and Shen Yubei also bought one, but it will not be delivered until next week.

Shen Yubei walked into the car and said to the person in the car, "Friend."

Hearing Shen Yubei's voice, Song Ci's back tightened. She squeezed the steering wheel tightly, a little overwhelmed. Shen Yubei walked to the driver's seat, he bent slightly and looked into the car. “This is a private residence, no parking available”

Song Ci suddenly raised his head and looked at Shen Yubei blushing. "Teacher" she called the teacher very softly.

Seeing Song Ci's face, Shen Yubei suddenly fell silent.

He took a deep look at Song Ci, suddenly straightened his waist, and said blankly, "Miss, this is a private residence, please move the car away."

At this time, the butler also came over. "Mr. Shen, what happened?"

Holding the coffee, Shen Yubei turned to the housekeeper and said, "Please move the car away, this is not a parking lot." After speaking, he returned to the house with the coffee.

The housekeeper bent over and was about to ask Song Ci to move away, but when he looked down and saw Song Ci's face, the housekeeper was stunned on the spot.

"Are you Song Girl?" Although Song Ci's appearance has changed a lot from when she was a young girl, she has had a very good reputation in Wangdong City over the years, and the housekeeper knows Song Ci.

The housekeeper knew better how important Song Ci's position was in Mr. Shen's heart. Mr. Shen loves Song Ci very much. He has been paying attention to Song Ci's situation all these years. He must hope that Song Ci can come back to him.

It's just that Mr. Shen is arrogant and refuses to admit that he cares about Song Ci.

After all, Song Ci voluntarily gave up the violin, which disappointed Mr. Shen utterly.

Song Cichong, the housekeeper's uncle, nodded and shouted, "Uncle Liang."

"It's really girl Song!" Butler Liang looked back at the white shadow in the yard. He frowned in embarrassment and said to Song Ci, "Girl Song, your teacher is getting angry, look."

"Uncle Liang, don't worry, I will handle this matter myself." Song Ci pushed open the car door, took the bag, and walked towards the door.