Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Rubbing her dry lips, Han Zhan told her, "Drink more water at home and get a good night's sleep. I still have to go to the company, and I'll be back with you earlier in the evening."

Song Ci nodded obediently and watched Han Zhan get on his Volvo and leave, and then asked Assang to drive her home.

As soon as they left, Butler Liang walked over to Shen Yubei, bent down and said to him, "Girl Song is gone, Han Zhan came to pick her up personally."

Shen Yubei had been secretly observing Song Ci's life and knew that the man who married her was called Han Zhan. The appearance of Han Zhan flashed in Shen Yubei's mind and felt a little familiar.

He suddenly said, "Give me my cell phone."

Butler Liang found Shen Yubei's mobile phone and handed it to him. Shen Yubei found the phone number of singer Di Rongrong in the contact list and dialed it.

Di Rongrong answered the phone and said indifferently, "Why is Mr. Shen willing to contact me today?" Shen Yubei is a person who doesn't like to make phone calls.

"Ms. Emperor." Shen Yubei asked bluntly, "Do you have a godson named Han Zhan?"

The other end was silent for a while before saying, "What are you asking about this?"

"It seems right." Three years ago, at Di Rongrong's singing party, Shen Yubei was invited to perform and had met Han Zhan once. So when Butler Liang mentioned Han Zhan just now, Shen Yubei felt that the other party was somewhat familiar.

Shen Yubei said, "My only disciple is getting married, and the groom's name is Han Zhan. I remember that Mrs. Di's godson seems to be called this, so I asked."

Upon hearing this, Di Rongrong asked, "Is Song Ci your disciple?"

Shen Yubei: "Well, she's my only disciple who called me my teacher for 18 years." Song Ci came under the name of Shen Yubei when she was four years old, and Shen Yubei regarded Song Ci as half a daughter. .

"Yo, so my daughter-in-law is still a talented girl!" Knowing the relationship between Song Ci and Shen Yubei, Di Rongrong loved Song Ci even more.

Shen Yubei's disciple, shouldn't he be a genius?

Shen Yubei could naturally hear Di Rongrong's happiness and satisfaction. He was proud in his heart and couldn't help showing off: "My disciple is a musical genius, beautiful and sensible. It's good for your son to marry her. ."

Di Rongrong doesn't like to hear these words anymore. In her eyes, her son Han Zhan is not bad at all. It is a happy thing to be able to marry the person you love, but if it is Han Zhan's fate to marry Song Ci, Di Rongrong will be unhappy.

Song Ci is very good, but what's wrong with her son?

Not to be outdone, Di Rongrong decided to find a place for Han Zhan, and said, "My godson used to be an ace soldier!" Her tone was full of pride.

Shen Yubei: "You said it too, that was once"

Di Rongrong is like a pufferfish whose belly was pierced, so angry. She quickly regained her spirits and said, "My son is 1.89 meters tall. He looks handsome, and he is also a talent."

Shen Yubei made up the knife again warmly: "It's a pity that he is disabled."

Di Rongrong is even more angry! She sank completely, and scolded angrily: "Shen, you can't hold a grudge just because I rejected your confession and chose Huo Jing'an."

"Back then, it was my eyes that didn't work well, and I mistook the fish eyes for the pearl. Hang up!" Shen Yubei hung up the phone as if he was tired of talking to her.

On the other end of the phone, Di Rongrong stomped her feet angrily, "This Shen Yubei is a small belly!" She took the wedding invitation on the table, tapped it with her fingers, and said, "I didn't look beautiful that day, Seduce you to death!"

Placing the invitation on the table with force, Di Rongrong had an arrogant look on her face, and she had an idea in her heart. -

This afternoon, the bridal shop sent someone to deliver the bridesmaid dresses to Mu Qiu's house. When Mu Qiu was on a lunch break, Du Tingting helped to sign for the clothes.

When Mu Qiu woke up, Du Tingting took the clothes to Mu Qiu's room and said to her, "Your sister asked someone to bring the bridesmaid dress, you can try it on."

Mu Qiu said listlessly: "I tried it before, it's suitable."

"I want to see it."

Mu Qiu had to take off his pajamas and put on a bridesmaid dress.

It was an ice blue tube top off-the-shoulder dress, which was just as long as the calf for ease of movement. Song Ci also sent over a pair of pure white high-heeled shoes with a circle of pure white pearls around the ankle. These shoes are brand shoes and the official price is more than 7,000.

Mu Qiu changed her shoes and skirts, and stood in front of Du Tingting with her long hair on. The girl had a long body and a graceful posture. Her delicate face, the size of a slap, was even more delicate and elegant with the Chinese clothes.

Du Tingting stared blankly at Mu Qiu and suddenly said, "You must be more beautiful in a wedding dress." After speaking, Du Tingting saw that Mu Qiu's smile faded, and only then did she realize how cruel she just said.

Du Tingting bit her lower lip, a little annoyed.

Mu Qiu looked at the full-length mirror, and she stared at the slender and elegant woman in the mirror, her expression hard to hide her loneliness. Mu Qiu suddenly smiled and said to Du Tingting, "Mom, can you accompany me to take a wedding photo?"

Du Tingting was taken aback. "Wedding photos?"

"Yeah." Mu Qiu turned around, a look of yearning appeared on her cheeks, she said, "I want to take a picture of me wearing a wedding dress. Mom will be able to see it if she wants to see it later."

Du Tingting nodded with red eyes.

That night, Du Tingting asked the sisters in the WeChat group which wedding dress shop had the best looking wedding dress. Everyone thought she was looking for a wedding photography studio for her adopted daughter Song Ci, so they recommended a few one by one.

The next morning, Du Tingting chose a few well-reputed bridal shops to visit in person, and finally settled on a wedding photography studio called 'one-life, one-ove'.

Du Tingting explained the reason to the boss, and the boss expressed his willingness to make it easier for Mu Qiu to cut the line and shoot first.

Mu Qiu didn't have a good figure with a proud chest and hips like Song Ci. The two wedding dresses she chose were both shoulder-length and floor-length wedding dresses with a princess style.

Putting on the wedding dress, Mu Qiu asked Du Tingting to help take two photos. She casually edited the picture below and sent it to the circle of friends.

Song Ci was picking roses at the flower market that day. After she selected the rose species, communicated with the designer of the wedding venue, and went home by car.

In the car, she opened her Moments and saw Mu Qiu posted a post an hour ago.

Mu Qiu wrote: [I put on a wedding dress for myself. Mu Qiu, you are really beautiful. ] Under the copy, there are three wedding photos taken on the spot.

Mu Qiu's long hair was made into curly hair, which was draped lazily behind his shoulders, wearing a long lace heavy-duty veil, and a shoulder-length, waist-length wedding dress. Behind her is a long row of wooden fences, covered with roses and full of flowers.

Standing among the flowers, Mu Qiu is a more beautiful person than flowers.

Song Ci liked and left a comment.

At the same time, in the general manager's office of the Chuandong Group headquarters building, Cheng Yanmo suspended all work. He stood by the window, looking down at the girl in the white gauze on the phone, his eyes darkened.