Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

The guests at the scene all stood up and looked slightly sideways at the entrance of the bride. Seeing the noble and beautiful Song Ci, everyone was breathless. Han Zhan's godmothers all stared at Song Ci with satisfaction, their eyes were kind and excited.

Song Ci's mind was in a mess, and her feet stepped on the soft grass, as if she was stuck in a cloud. She looked at Han Zhan on the high wedding platform, and was stared at by him with those fiery eyes that were enough to melt people. It was Song Ci, no matter how thick-skinned, was a little embarrassed.

Slightly bowing her head, Song Ci thought to herself: Brother Han, can't your eyes be restrained?

Shen Yubei brought Song Ci to Han Zhan. This was the first time Shen Yubei saw the real person Han Zhan, and he felt a little unclear in his heart.

Cheap this old boy!

Han Zhan bent down and shouted respectfully, "Mr. Shen."

Shen Yubei hummed and put Song Ci's hand in Han Zhan's palm. At the same time, Shen Yubei told Han Zhan: "Song Ci is the child I grew up with. You can't bully her just because she has no parents."

"She still has me."

Han Zhan froze in his heart. He looked down at Shen Yubei solemnly, and promised, "Teacher, don't worry, I will never fail Song Ci."

"Speaking of doing it." Shen Yubei patted Song Ci on the back and reminded her, "Come on stage with him."

"Thank you, teacher."

Song Ci was led by Han Zhan and walked to the ceremony stage.

The two stood face to face, holding hands and looking at each other.

The well-respected president of the chamber of commerce stated that he was a witness to their wedding.

The statement is a humorous old man. He poured two glasses of wine and said a classic saying: "The wine of love is sweet and bitter. If two people drink it, it's nectar; if three people drink it, it's sour vinegar; if you drink it, it's poisonous."

"Come on, after drinking this cup of nectar wine, in this life, don't drink it with others again!" When he spoke, Chen Chen glanced at Han Zhan deeply, as if he was looking at a scumbag.

Han Zhan was very helpless.

The statement handed the wine glasses to Song Ci and Han Zhan respectively. The two smiled at each other and drank the wine.

The statement's expression suddenly turned positive, he spread out a certificate, and said in an aged voice:

"I'm glad that the two surnames got married today, and they signed a contract together. The good relationship is forever, and the match is called the same. Look at this day, the peach blossoms are scorching, the Yishi IKEA, the melons in the year of Bu He are endless, and the Erchang Erchi. I would like to write a letter to Hongjian with a white-headed covenant. , so that the alliance of red leaves will be recorded."

Chen raised his head, glanced at Han Zhan, and then looked at Song Ci, the young and beautiful bride, he asked Han Zhan: "Han Zhan, do you want to marry Song Ci, and for the rest of your life, you will never leave and stay together forever. ?"

Han Zhan looked at Song Ci and made Song Ci's face flush red, and then replied, "I do."

The statement asked Song Ci again: "Song Ci, are you willing to marry Han Zhan and stay together for the rest of your life?"

"I would."

"Okay, let's exchange tokens."

Li Li walked behind Han Zhan with the ring box. Han Zhan stretched out his white gloved right hand, took out the ring, and put it on Song Ci himself.

The ring was custom-made by Han Zhan for Song Porcelain. On the paw-set palladium setting, there is a luxurious diamond exuding crystal brilliance. Diamond net weight 6.2. carat, FL clarity, D color, 3EX perfect cut.

This is a rare and precious diamond in terms of size, clarity and cut.

This diamond was purchased by Han Zhan on the phone and Mo Yao two months ago, the day he and Song Ci just received the certificate.

Mo Yao is a jewelry supplier and she is a jewelry collector herself. This diamond was purchased by Mo Yao five years ago from a diamond dealer in Africa at a price of 4 million. Han Zhancheng wanted to buy it, and Mo Yao sold it to him at the original price.

The cost of this diamond ring itself is only more than 4 million, but its market value is immeasurable. If it is placed in any auction venue, it can fetch an astonishingly high price.

Song Ci's slender and slender fingers look even more beautiful when she wears a diamond ring.

The guests below couldn't help but take out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Compared with Song Ci's high-profile and luxurious diamond ring, Han Zhan's ring is too low-key. His ring is a simple ring with only a black diamond in the center.

Song Ci felt wronged by Han Zhan, so she decided to knit five sweaters for Han Zhan after the wedding was over!

After the token exchange was completed, the two signed their own names on the marriage certificate. Han Zhan, whose writing style has always been wild and unruly, wrote in block letters when he signed the certificate.

Song Ci also learned from him and wrote his name in a proper manner.

The names of Han Zhan and Song Ci are next to each other, and the fate of the two will be bound together for the rest of their lives. Song Ci stared at the marriage certificate, and suddenly wanted to ask Han Zhan, in a previous life you said you had a secret to tell me, what is it?

It's a pity that Han Zhan has no memory of his last life.

The statement closed the marriage certificate, and said loudly: "Li Cheng!"

Li Li suddenly pushed Han Zhan, who was unprepared and rushed towards Song Ci. Song Ci hurriedly hugged Han Zhan, and the two staggered a few steps before standing firm.

Below, the young people are booing: "Kissing!"

As soon as the door was closed, Han Zhan was an old hooligan who did not shy away from meat and vegetables, but outside, being stared at by so many elders who had watched him grow up since childhood, Han Zhan couldn't let go.

Song Ci suddenly held Han Zhan's face, kissed him on the mouth, and kissed his forehead again, giving him a lipstick mark.

The roar was louder.

Han Aoyu said to his wife beside him, "We are shy!"

The old lady Chen smiled tolerantly, "Zhan Zhan, I'm sorry." She looked at Song Ci and said, "Your grandson-in-law is quite cute."

Han Aoyu couldn't help but snorted, "Girl Song is very good, she is kind, can talk, knit sweaters, fly a plane, I heard that she plays the violin very well, she can still eat it." Han Aoyu shook his head, happily Said, "Anywhere is fine."

The old lady Chen just smiled.

Han Zhan didn't get married until he was in his thirties. She could understand that the old man was happy.

After the wedding, everyone drove to the hotel for dinner. Song Ci and Han Zhan took a group of wedding photos in the forest before heading to the hotel.

A meal is also very happy, there is no phenomenon of crazy persuasion. Because there were few people, Song Ci only drank two glasses after toasting a round of wine. Night

There was a party, and after dinner, the guests stayed at the hotel, playing cards and playing cards, singing and singing. Han Zhan and Song Ci greeted their friends, played a few games of cards, and then took Song Ci upstairs to formally meet his godmothers.

All three godmothers came.

Mo Yao was wearing a white V-neck suit skirt and sat reclining on the sofa, with a pair of fair jade feet resting on Li Yao's lap. Li Yao took a feather and gently touched the center of Mo Yao's feet, Mo Yao narrowed her eyes as if enjoying it.

As soon as Song Ci entered the room, she saw this scene, she was stunned, and a word flashed in her mind——

Domineering female president and her little sweetheart!

Song Ci was a little embarrassed when he glanced at Li Yao's healthy and stylish figure under his suit jacket.

This little sweetheart is not too small.

Singer Di Rongrong took off her dress skirt and wore a suspender nightdress. She knelt on the carpet beside the coffee table, looking down at her bag. While looking for something, Di Rongrong said, "Come on, play mahjong, Mo Yao, you have so much money, are you afraid of losing to me?"

Mo Yao narrowed her eyes and said nothing.

The female diplomat Kim Lorraine was staring at the TV and watching the movie Titanic. She stared at the face of the male protagonist, Xiao Lizi, without blinking.

Jin Luolan looks like I'm a handsome dog and I'm proud, and I'm a handsome guy. It's hard to compare her to the vicious tongue in front of the media, who often insults other countries' media reporters so much that they don't even dare to fart. Diplomats are linked.

Han Zhan coughed and said in a low voice, "Godmother, I brought Song Ci to you." Hearing this, the three godmothers raised their heads and looked at Song Ci. Their eyes were bright, like Looking at treasures.

Song Ci's muscles tightened.

She stood beside Han Zhan, nodded slightly, and shouted to the three women, "Hello, godmothers!"

Di Rongrong hurriedly stood up and dragged Song Ci to the single sofa next to Mo Yao and sat down. "Song Ci, I think your friends call you Song Song, so let's call you Song Song too."

"Good godmother." Thinking of Li Yao's previous advice, Song Ci quickly flattered Di Rongrong: "Godmother, what brand of liquid foundation did you use? It's so docile, it looks like my skin has zero pores, which is better than mine. It's okay!"

Li Yao raised her eyes and looked at Song Ci, wanting to smile or not.

Di Rongrong touched her face embarrassedly, and said shyly, "Ah, Song Song, your eyes are good. When it comes to good skin, your other two godmothers can't compare to me. I'm a skin care expert. When you are old, you start to pay attention to maintenance”

When it comes to skin care experience, Di Rongrong is chattering endlessly.

Song Ci listened with a smile, full of patience, and there was no trace of impatience on her face.

Han Zhan held back a smile and glanced at Song Ci. When Di Rongrong talked about how to wash his face to better clear pores and garbage, Han Zhan finally interrupted Di Rongrong's words: "Rongrong godmother, why don't you write a letter when you have time? Publish this skin care book, give us Song Ci and let her learn from your book?"

Di Rongrong's eyes lit up, "You're right, hey, Zhanzhan, you're so smart!"

Di Rongrong didn't play mahjong anymore. She turned on her computer and prepared to write a book.

Song Ci could see that this Di Rongrong sang really nicely, but at other times she was a little confused. She had heard that the teacher had a crush on Di Rongrong before, and Song Ci was surprised. She didn't expect the teacher to like this kind of confused and cute girl.

Only then did Song Ci take out a photo of Yan Jiang from her bag.

She gave the photo album to Jin Lorraine, "Godmother Lorraine, Yan Jiang heard that you are his fan. Before going to Africa, he specially gave me his autographed photo so that I could give it to you. He said, It's an honor for him to be liked by you."

Jin Luolan took the photo and touched it fondly. She put the book into her bag carefully, looked up at Song Ci lovingly, touched Song Ci's face, and praised her: "Song Song, you are really a kind and caring little padded jacket."

Song Ci smiled obediently.

She is cute, who doesn't love her?

Seeing that Song Ci easily bought the hearts of Jin Luolan and Di Rongrong, Mo Yao was a little curious about what method Song Ci planned to use to please her.

Only then did Song Ci walk in front of Mo Yao, and she couldn't resist Mo Yao's powerful aura. "Godmother Mo Yao. I also prepared a gift for you." Song Ci tried to be more calm and calm. This is the hardest woman ever!

Song Ci directly handed a note to Mo Yao.

Mo Yao took the note, flipped through it several times, and suddenly closed the note. She raised her eyes, took a deep look at Song Ci, and asked her, "Where did you get this note?"

Song Ci said, "This was written by my father when he was still alive."

Mo Yao looked at her with an inquisitive look in her eyes. "Your father." She stared at the handwriting on the title page of the notebook and said, "What is your relationship with the Mo family?"

Hearing this, Li Yao, who was playing with her phone, suddenly raised her head and stared at Mo Yao. Glancing at Song Ci, seeing Song Ci's confused face, Li Yao explained, "The Mo family in Chuancheng."

Song Ci was still at a loss.

Only then did Mo Yao say, "The Mo family in Chuancheng, the first legendary family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, is said to have mastered the art of regenerating bones from bones and regenerating spring with dead trees. What is your relationship with the Mo family?"

"It doesn't matter." Song Ci had never heard of the Mo family, she said, "I have never heard of it."

Mo Yao looked at her suspiciously, and then looked at the notes. She put the notebook in Li Yao's arms, and then asked casually, "Is your father a very good Chinese medicine doctor? What's his name?"

Song Ci: "It's called Song Tingyun. He's very good. People from several nearby villages used to have infertility, sore back and leg pain, and other incurable diseases. They would all come to see him for treatment."

Song Fei's talent in medicine may have been with Song Tingyun.

Hearing the words about infertility, Li Yao gave Song Ci a suspicious look, and then lowered her head to look at the notebook in her hand. After Mo Yao listened to Song Ci's words, she nodded and said, "If my thoughts come true, Song Song, I will send you a company, and you will be the wife of the boss."

Song Ci thought to himself: The richest man is the richest man, so he can give away to a company.

She made a joke, "Forget about the company, I don't have the ability to run it well. If my godmother really likes me, she will give me a building and let me be a renter."

"Row."

Mo Yao sat up and pointed to a small box beside the sofa. She said to Song Ci, "It's the first time we meet, so please prepare a small gift, take a look, do you like it?"

Song Ci thanked him and took Han Zhan to the box. Han Zhan helped her open the box, Song Ci looked down and was blinded on the spot. She saw a pile of golden bars!

As expected of the richest man in Asia, this gift is real! It doesn't matter if you send gold bars, one box is a box, really proud!

Mo Yao took out the gift, and Di Rongrong also got up from the computer desk and came over with a gift box and handed it to Song Ci, "I'm not as proud as your godmother Mo Yao, my gift is shabby."

It is said to be shabby, but it is also a luxury brand bracelet that sells for more than 100,000. "Thank you, godmother Rongrong, I like this gift very much."

In terms of money, Jin Luolan, a state civil servant, is not as heroic as Mo Yao and Di Rongrong. She gave Song Ci a collection of calligraphy and painting.

After seeing the godmothers and receiving their unanimous approval, Song Ci and Han Zhan returned to their guest rooms.

As soon as he entered the room, Song Ci was paralyzed on the bed.

She was too tired to move a finger.

Han Zhan put Song Ci's head on his lap and rubbed her shoulders intimately.

Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "The Mo family is very good?" Mo Yao just glanced at her father's notes and asked her if she knew the Mo family. Judging from Mo Yao's reaction at the time, the Mo family seemed to have some background.

"The Mo family is a real medical family with a thousand years in our country. How powerful is the current head of the Mo family? To put it simply, with a population of more than 1.3 billion in my country, he only sees a doctor for those at the top."

Song Ci snapped her fingers, and she said, "Chief Imperial Physician?"

"almost."

Song Ci was lying on Han Zhan's lap. She pointed to her back and said, "Press my waist."

"it is good."

"Brother Han, why do you think Mo Yao's godmother asked me if I knew the Mo family? Could it be that my father has something to do with the Mo family?" Song Ci is not really stupid, and some things can be noticed after calming down and thinking about it. to the weird.

Since Mo Yao asked that, there must be a reason.

Han Zhan suddenly said, "Song Ci, how much effort do you think an orphan has to put in, and what kind of hard work has to be done to have the amazing talent like your parents?"

This question directly stopped Song Ci.

Dad's superb Chinese medicine skills cannot be learned by simply studying for a few years in college. My mother is proficient in many languages, but she is also good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. She is a talented girl.

She has never thought deeply about a question, as an orphan, helpless, how did her parents read books? At that time, there was no compulsory education in the country, and the orphanage was not as formal as it is now.

In those days, not to mention orphans, even children from ordinary families, very few were proficient in foreign languages. If you have a good family background, you can speak English even if you are literate.

Thinking like this, Song Ci understood the violation.

Song Ci looked up at Han Zhan and asked him, "Brother Han, have you investigated my parents?"

This question is not easy to answer.

After a little hesitation, Han Zhan nodded. "I did a simple investigation on my parents-in-law." He told a white lie, "I see that you don't have any relatives in this marriage, so I want to investigate the background of my parents-in-law and see if there are any relatives. ."

Song Ci eagerly asked, "What about the result?"

Seeing that Song Ci didn't mind his private investigation of his parents-in-law's information, Han Zhan was relieved. Han Zhan told Song Ci: "There are many mysteries about your parents. The information I have found shows that your parents suddenly appeared in Wangdongcheng 35 years ago. Before that, there were no two men like Jiang Mengmeng and Song Tingyun in the world. personal"

Song Ci was startled, she sat up with her legs crossed, and murmured in surprise, "How is this possible? Thirty-five years ago, my parents were in their twenties. They can't just come out of nowhere!"

Knowing that Song Ci must be full of doubts, Han Zhan squeezed Song Ci's palm as if reassuring, and said calmly, "I think their identities are fake. The names Jiang Mengmeng and Song Tingyun are two names. , is a pseudonym."

"As for their real names, I don't know either."

Song Ci just thought it was absurd. If his father wasn't Song Tingyun, who was he originally? Mother Jiang Mengmeng, who is it?

Song Ci's heart was full of question marks, and she couldn't sleep.

At this time, Song Fei finally woke up, and she made a video call to Song Ci.

Song Ci connected to the video and came to the small living room with her mobile phone. She put the mobile phone on the ashtray and kept it steady against the water glass. Song Ci sat on the sofa and said hello to Song Fei with a heavy heart. "Song Fei, are you awake?"

"Well." Seeing Song Ci wearing pajamas, Song Fei asked her, "I'm resting, the wedding is over?"

"Well, there's a party tonight." Song Ci was thinking about her parents all the time. She was a little absent-minded and didn't talk much.

"You have something on your mind?" Song Fei asked her.

Song Ci couldn't hide her thoughts. She asked Song Fei, "Song Fei, do you think my parents will lie to us?"

The casual look on Song Fei's face gradually became serious. She stared at Song Ci and asked with a frown, "Why do you ask that?"

Song Ci was a little disturbed. She said: "Brother Han told me that our parents' names are fake. Our mother was not called Jiang Mengmeng, and our father was not called Song Tingyun. It is very likely that something happened to them and they were hiding. When I arrived at Wangdongcheng, I lived an incognito life."

"The fact that it is an orphan's background is probably fake." After Song Ci finished speaking, she stared at Song Fei's face, not letting go of her slight reaction.

However, Song Fei just nodded coldly and said to her, "Congratulations, you finally realize that you have been kept in the dark by your parents all these years." She called Song Ci little idiot, not without reason.

Song Ci gritted her teeth and asked Song Fei, "You already knew that?"

Song Fei asked back, "Have you seen a few orphans as good as our parents?"

Song Ci realized how idiot she was, and she asked Song Fei, "What else do you know? Tell me, don't hide it from me."

Song Fei: "Nothing else, your parents are hiding your business, and they are also hiding it from me."

Song Ci did not doubt Song Fei's words. She suddenly said, "Song Fei, do you think they might be murderers who absconded?" Song Ci had no other skills, but her imagination was quite rich.

Song Fei: ""

"Have you watched a lot of cop movies recently?"

Song Ci also knew that she thought too much, but she just wanted to know what her parents were hiding from them.

"Happy wedding, Song Ci. I have to go to work. Let's talk next time."

"All right."

Knowing how busy Song Fei was at work, Song Ci stopped bothering Song Fei and hung up the phone.

Song Fei went back to her room, opened the closet, and found a loose T-shirt and jeans from it. She changed her clothes and went to the kitchen to cook herself a bowl of noodles.

Song Fei didn't know how to cook, and the clear soup she cooked in a bowl of noodles lacked water. Staring at the boiling water and noodles rolling in the pot, Song Fei murmured, "Little idiot, it's enough for you to be responsible for being silly and sweet. You know so much and what to do."

Some things, even if Song Fei knew, she would not tell Song Ci.

For example, their mother used to get entangled with a man. For example, they also have a half-brother –

As night falls, the feast begins.

Gala is a young man's world.

Song Ci and Han Zhan wore Chinese clothes and danced the opening dance under the attention of everyone. Song Ci danced softly and domineeringly. She wore a long lavender dress and danced with Han Zhan on the dance floor, dancing a waltz.

Song Ci's dance was specially learned from professional teachers, but Han Zhan, a half-hearted person, couldn't dance at all. He learned it by cramming for two days before the wedding. Fortunately, Han Zhan wasn't stupid. Although he didn't dance well in a waltz, he didn't make a joke.

After the dance, Song Ci lay on Han Zhan's arms and said with a smile, "I'm so afraid that you will step on my feet."

Han Zhan was a little embarrassed, "Should I reward me?"

Song Ci told Han Zhan mysteriously, "I prepared a surprise for you."

Han Zhan felt that the shock might be greater than the surprise.

By the time the guests finished their first dance, it was already half past eight. Song Ci went back to the room and changed into a dance dress. When she returned to the ballroom wearing a golden Bra and a dance dress with a gold fishtail skirt, everyone cheered!

"Wow, Song Song, belly dancing?"

Han Zhan and Li Li were drinking together. Hearing the movement, he turned around in surprise and looked towards the entrance.

Seeing Song Ci's bold dress, Han Zhan's breathing stagnated.

This is to rebel!

Song Ci's wavy curly hair was draped behind her shoulders, and her bright eyes contained a drunken charm. She glanced at Han Zhan and blinked at him deliberately. Han Zhan felt like he was being channeled.

The dance dress on her body is very revealing, and the thin waist that Han Zhan has seen and touched is exposed in a big way, and it is difficult not to attract attention.

She did not wear any jewelry, and has turned all living beings upside down.

Han Zhan's eyes were burning and he wanted to pull Song Ci away. It's just that so many people were watching, and tonight was their wedding party, Han Zhan was reluctant to spoil Song Ci's interest.

Song Ci walked to Han Zhan and stretched out his hand to hold Han Zhan. "Brother Han, stand here." Song Ci chose the best position for Han Zhan so that he could enjoy the next dance.

Han Zhan stood aside with his arms crossed on his chest, saw Song Ci tidy up the skirt, stood in the middle of the dance floor, and nodded to the drummer.

The drum master also nodded to Song Ci, and then he beat the leather drum with both hands, making rhythmic music. Song Ci followed the drum beat, and her hips trembled.

With her shaking, Han Zhan knew that this was a master belly dancer.

When the drum beat was the most intense, Song Ci seemed to be possessed by a water snake, and his feet stood still, but his waist, shoulders and hips were twisting frantically, as if he had no bones.

Han Zhan was the closest to Song Ci, and he clearly felt Song Ci's charm, and his body even reacted.

Song Ci stepped on the dots and rotated her body, as if she was tireless and would not get dizzy. The skirt flew under her and brushed over Han Zhan's trouser legs, stirring Han Zhan's heart.

Han Zhan felt Song Ci's charm, and in the same way, others could also feel it. At the scene, both men and women were shouting Song Ci's name, and even some girls couldn't help but twist their waists.

Behind Han Zhan, Li Li and Bei Zhan were also crying.

Han Zhan glanced at Li Li and Bei Zhan's faces without any warmth in his eyes. The two of them caught Han Zhan's eyes and quickly lowered their heads, not talking or screaming.

Finally, Song Ci jumped over the house.

She was a little hot, and her forehead was sweating. Song Ci wiped the sweat, and when she looked up, she saw Han Zhan striding over. Approaching, Han Zhan quickly took off his suit jacket and put it on Song Ci.

Han Zhan held Song Ci's cheek and lowered his head to kiss her forehead. When leaving, Song Ci heard Han Zhan warn her: "There is absolutely no next time."

Song Ci raised her head and showed a clean and beautiful smile to Han Zhan.

That smile made Han Zhan's heart tremble.

Song Ci was pulled to the seat by Han Zhan. Song Ci leaned against Han Zhan's arms and asked him, "Brother Han, can I dance well?"

Han Zhan couldn't lie, "Okay."

Song Ci was satisfied.

At tonight's event, Han Zhan's elders were almost invisible, and all of them were young people. Song Porcelain's friends have three kinds of teachings and nine styles, and they have them in all walks of life.

When it came to the performance of friends, Song Ci's friends came on stage to sing. Some perform magic, some perform dance. When it was Han Wangwang's turn to take the stage, she directly performed dj DJing for her little cousin and little cousin.

Han Wangwang's disc-playing skills are very good, and the young people in the audience all followed the bar and danced frantically.

Han Zhan sat on the sofa, with his hands open and placed on the back of the sofa. The loud DJ sound couldn't infect his emotions at all. He was like an old cadre, drinking plain water with a blank expression on his face.

Song Ci was wearing Han Zhan's coat, standing in his arms, dancing frantically. That waist twisted, making the mouth dry.

Han Zhan looked up at Song Ci's crazy appearance, his Adam's apple rolled for a while, he dried the boiled water in one gulp, and raised his hand to summon the waiter. "Excuse me, give me a glass of ice water."-

After Han Wangwang's performance, Liang Bo took the microphone on stage again.

Liang Bo sang a song "Wish to Win the Heart of One". He is a newcomer singer who is relatively popular recently, and everyone is still very supportive. When he finished singing, there was thunderous applause.

Liang Bo stepped off the stage and toasted Song Ci and Han Zhan with a glass of wine. His mouth was especially sweet. He wished Song Ci and Han Zhan: "I wish Song Song Goddess and Mr. Han, have a son early, love more than Jin Jian, and grow old together!"

Han Zhan drank this glass of wine, and when Liang Bo left, he hooked his fingers at Bei Zhan. Bei Zhan came over, leaned over and asked Han Zhan, "What's the matter, Mr. Han?"

Han Zhan said, "Inform Yuhua to start the god-building plan as soon as possible. I want to make Liang Bo the most dazzling star, and he will become a singer." Such a talkative child should be popular!

Bei Zhan twitched the corners of his mouth and said hello.

He straightened up and looked at Liang Bo who was walking through the crowd with a glass of wine, feeling a little envious.

This child, why is life so good?

Before the party was over, Han Zhan took Song Ci and left early.

Song Ci wasn't crazy enough yet. She was dragged by Han Zhan to the elevator. Her high heels stepped on the carpet with one deep foot and one shallow foot, making her walk a little unsteady.

Song Ci drank a lot of wine and blushed. She grabbed Han Zhan's arm and acted coquettishly: "Brother Han, I haven't had enough fun yet, why are you so boring?"

Hearing her coquettish voice, Han Zhan felt numb all over.

"Not having a good time? It's okay, Brother Han will play with you." Han Zhan took Song Ci into the No. 6 elevator. This elevator is only open to special personnel.

Song Ci leaned on Han Zhan's shoulder, showing a suspicious look.

She muttered to herself: "Brother Han is like a wooden man, he can't dance or dance, what can you play with me?" Play hide-and-seek? Fighting the Landlord?

The elevator door gradually closed, and at the same time, the staff in the monitoring room received instructions and immediately cut off the monitoring in the elevator where Han Zhan was.

Song Ci's head was dizzy, and she didn't know what nonsense she was talking about. It wasn't until she was pushed down by Han Zhan and her back was against the wall that Song Ci woke up a bit.

"Brother Han!"

His lips were blocked, and Song Ci could no longer speak.

Outside the door of elevator No. 6, all were put on the elevator maintenance sign. In elevator No. 6, Song Ci was dragged into hell by Han Zhan and brought to the cloud.

Load floating load sinking, lingering endlessly.

It's finally a wedding!

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