Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci was really surprised when this question came out of Song Fei's mouth. She quickly took out a tissue to wipe the tea in front of her, and threw the tissue into the induction trash can.

When he looked up, he saw Song Fei staring at her thoughtfully. Song Ci wiped the corners of her mouth embarrassedly, "You even ask such a thing." Is this still her iceberg-like arrogant older sister?

Song Fei said, "I'm a person, not a nun." The implication was that she also had emotions. Song Fei didn't think it was a shameful thing, she said frankly: "Sometimes I will be a little distracted when I see Yan Jiang with a good-looking face and deliberately dangling in front of me."

Song Porcelain: ""

I didn't expect you to be such a serious Song Fei.

"So, what's the answer?" Song Fei asked again patiently.

Song Fei asked for advice humbly, and Song Ci naturally wanted to solve her doubts. Song Ci said: "That, that, it also depends on the technique and atmosphere."

She stammered and said, "You, you have to try it yourself. If you ask me, I can't give you a reference answer."

Song Fei snorted, and there was no more text.

Song Ci's face was hot, and she couldn't stay any longer. She was about to leave when she heard Song Fei say, "I went shopping on Taobao yesterday to find a beautiful dress, but I found that none of them fit me."

"The front and the back are the same, so what you wear will have no effect." Song Fei looked down at her flat body, and then stared at Song Ci's, feeling distressed. "Does eating papaya really work?"

Song Ci just found it to be terrifying.

Is it because virus research has lost its appeal? How come Song Fei has become strange recently.

After being repeatedly refreshed by Song Fei, Song Ci couldn't stay any longer. She stood up and hurriedly left a sentence: "I'm going to record a song, so I'll go first." After walking to the door, she turned around and said to Song Fei, "Eating papaya may be useful, but you are past the age of development. , or toss less."

Walking out of Yan Jiang's house, Song Ci's face was hot.

She really didn't expect that Song Fei looked quite serious, and her heart was quite bold.

People are unbelievable.

After Song Ci left, Song Fei got up and went to the kitchen, staring at the box of papaya she just bought today in the refrigerator. After thinking about it, she took out her mobile phone and sent Yan Jiang a text message, the content was short, only one sentence: [Come back early, I will cook. 】

In the psychological counseling room, Yan Jiang was receiving guidance from a psychological teacher.

Yan Jiang felt annoyed, facing the psychic teacher's face full of flesh, just wanted to quickly end today's treatment and go home.

The psychiatrist was still there to persuade Yan Jiang: "Mr. Yan, your thoughts are very dangerous. Song Fei is a human being, not a pet, not your personal property. Human beings have ideas, if you really want to treat Song Fei Fei has always stayed by her side, so you have to respect her and support her"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Yan Jiang: "Her ideal is to study and penetrate all the viruses in the world, and she will fly all over the world. Do you want me to let her fly away?" Yan Jiang's expression became cold. , "You want me to give up her?"

Psychiatrist: ""

He is also helpless to such an aggressive patient as Shangyan Jiang.

Yan Jiang didn't really want to accept psychological counseling at all.

No way, the psychiatrist can only take out the killer, "Miss Song Fei told me that when the psychological treatment is over, let me give you an evaluation form, if the evaluation fails or there is no progress, she will not be in a relationship. , I won't have a baby with you."

These words were tantamount to a blow to the head, which instantly woke Yan Jiang up.

Yan Jiang suppressed the disgust and indifference in his eyes, pretended to be obedient and well-behaved, and said respectfully to the psychiatrist: "You are right, I should respect her and support her, what she does is benefit the country Limin's good deeds, I can't stop her."

Psychologist:""

Please don't speak ill of me.

He was feeling troubled and didn't know where to start, when the phone in Yan Jiang's pocket suddenly rang. Yan Jiang set Song Fei a special call alert and text message alert. Hearing the voice, he raised his palm to the psychiatrist, "Wait a minute, I'll read a text message."

"Please."

Yan Jiang took out his mobile phone and saw the short message sent by Song Fei, and the irritability in his heart disappeared immediately. The psychiatrist saw that Yan Jiang's gloomy face instantly turned clear and bright, and he couldn't help asking curiously, "Is it Song Fei's text message?"

"Yeah." Like a child showing off candy, Yan Jiang showed off to the doctor in her heart: "She cooked herself today and asked me to go home for dinner. You don't know, Song Fei can't cook, this is her first The first time she cooks, she gave me the first time."

The words were very ambiguous, but the psychiatrist pretended not to hear it. He told Yan Jiang, "It seems that Song Fei likes you very much. She gave it to you the first time she cooked, which shows that you are unique to him."

Hearing this, Yan Jiang felt relieved. "As expected of the best psychiatrist in our city, your analysis is very reasonable." Accidentally revealed the truth.

The doctor laughed.

Half an hour later, when the treatment was over, Yan Jiang put his hands in his pockets, put on his sunglasses, and walked briskly, rushing home to eat.

As soon as he left, the doctor picked up the landline and called Song Fei to report the situation. While cooking, Song Fei listened to the doctor: "Miss Song Fei, I think your subtle influence on Mr. Yan Jiang is more important than my psychological counseling."

Song Fei put down her kitchen knife and stared at a corner of Yan Jiang's courtyard in a daze.

"Like the last time, Mr. Yan Jiang still resists my treatment of him. He always thinks that I am a scumbag, not a good thing, and the main culprit who persecutes you to separate." Paranoid people are most likely to be jealous and hold revenge.

Yan Jiang put the psychiatrist in the position of the enemy from the beginning, how could he open his heart to accept his psychological counseling?

"But you sent a text message just now, and Mr. Yan Jiang was in a better mood. After half an hour, our progress was pretty smooth." Having said so much, the psychiatrist had only one sentence to tell Song Fei, "Really The antidote is you."

"Okay, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Song Fei thought for a while, then took out an onion from the refrigerator and cut it into small pieces, intending to fry it with eggs. Yan Jiang likes to eat scrambled eggs with onions. When his grandmother was still alive, he often made them for him.

When Yan Jiang came back in his car, Song Fei's meal was almost ready.

"A Fei." Yan Jiang hugged Song Fei's waist when he entered the room, and said to her, "I went to see a psychiatrist today and cooperated with him to do psychotherapy. The doctor praised me for doing well and making progress."

Song Fei believed that he had a ghost.

"Wash your hands and get ready to eat."

Yan Jiang's eyes lit up, he washed his hands and reached out to lift the lid of the heat preservation pot with great interest. "Let me see what you've made delicious." Yan Jiang stared at the dishes in the pot, dumbfounded.

Stuffed papaya with pork belly, fried papaya shreds, papaya soup, stewed crucian carp with papaya

Yan Jiang's eyes changed quietly.

Song Fei came over to serve the dishes and told Yan Jiang, "I bought some papayas, but I can't finish them, so don't waste them."

Yan Jiang said, "Isn't papaya generally made into a sweet stew?"

Song Fei narrowed her eyes and said in a bad tone, "So what are you trying to say? Saying that I can't cook? Is it dark cooking?"

Yan Jiang immediately shook his head, "No, I want to say that A Fei is really amazing and has studied a lot of new dishes."

Song Fei felt a little better. She patted Yan Jiang's arm and said to him, "You are the first person to eat my meal."

With just those words, Yan Jiang was able to nibble clean the dishes containing papaya.

Yan Jiang was slightly taken aback when he found that there was still a plate of scrambled eggs with onions at the bottom of the pot. The onions were overcooked, and the dishes didn't look delicious, but Yan Jiang's restless heart felt warm.

"You still remember that I like to eat scrambled eggs with onions." Yan Jiang took Song Fei into his arms and whispered, "Since grandma died, no one has cooked this dish for me."

Song Fei thought of the psychiatrist's advice, she felt that she should give Yan Jiang some sweetness, and said, "I will often make it for you in the future, and also for our children."

Yan Jiang's heart was beating wildly. He suddenly said, "I'm going to see a psychiatrist tomorrow too."

Song Fei suddenly laughed. "Row."

Song Fei was cooking for the first time, and she created her own dishes, but the taste was not bad. As expected of a genius, the genius of cooking is also great. When Yan Jiang was full, he held his hands up, stared at Song Fei who was drinking milk, and suddenly said, "Our Fei is so smart and powerful, our future baby will be very powerful too."

Song Fei choked.

Seeing Yan Jiang's bright eyes, she couldn't beat him, so she said, "Well, I look like you, and my IQ is up to me."

Yan Jiang was very satisfied.

Song Fei woke up the next day and found that the iron cage in the fitness room was gone. It just so happened that Allen came to his house with vegetables, and Song Fei asked Allen, "Where's the cage in the gym?"

Allen said with a smile, "Brother Jiang called me this morning and asked me to ask a porter to send the cage away." It seemed that under the influence of Miss Song Fei, Brother Jiang's condition was slowly improving.

Throwing away the cage that made Yan Jiang fantasize about it was a big improvement.

"It turns out that it is." The gift is also gratified.

While talking, Yan Jiang came back. He didn't come back alone, he was carrying a snow-white dog in his hand.

Yan Jiang put the dog cage in front of Song Fei, and he told Song Fei, "This is our first child, A Fei, give him a name."

Song Fei looked at Allen, and Allen looked at Song Fei with complicated expressions.

It seems that his illness has not improved.

Song Fei asked Yan Jiang, "Do you really want a name?"

Yan Jiang smiled and patted Song Fei's head. He said, "Of course, we will raise him as a child, so that you won't leave us father and son in the future. You can leave if you say something, and something will happen if you say something."

Song Fei looked at the snow-white dog, thought for a while, and said, "Since it's your dog, let's call it Yan Gou, the nickname Gouzi." This name was chosen casually and perfunctorily.

Yan Jiang's eyelids twitched. "Okay, let's call it Yan Gou." I always felt that I was scolding myself.

Alan held back his laughter, very uncomfortable. -

On this day, Song Ci accompanied Han Zhan on a business trip to Brunei.

Han Zhan went out to talk with people, while Song Ci stayed in the hotel alone, wearing a long-sleeved dress, sitting on the lazy sofa by the window, staring at the vehicles and women downstairs. Influenced by religious beliefs, girls in Brunei mostly wear long-sleeved and knee-length skirts, and some people wear headscarves on their heads.

Song Ci secretly took a photo, sent it to Song Fei, and complained to her: [I came to a country where it is inconvenient to show my waist and long legs, so boring. 】

Song Fei didn't know what she was doing, so she ignored her.

Song Ci opened Song Fei's circle of friends, only to find out that Song Fei and Yan Jiang had adopted a dog, the dog was two slap-sized adults, with snow-white hair, very cute and cute. Song Ci left a message and asked Song Fei: [You have a dog, what's the dog's name? 】

Song Ci didn't wait for Song Fei's reply, but received a call from Shen Yubei.

"Teacher." Song Ci went to Liang Bo's singing room the day before yesterday, recorded her original violin song "Zhan", and sent it to Shen Yubei, asking him to give some advice. Song Ci asked Shen Yubei, "Teacher, have you listened to the song?"

"I heard it." After hearing it several times, he would play it. "The song is excellent, and it didn't embarrass me."

Song Ci curled her lips and smiled. "That's it, don't look at who I am."

"Let me tell you something." Shen Yubei told Song Ci: "In two months, the crew of "Le Chi" will come to China for audition, and they will choose a role."

Song Ci knows Le Chi's work. In the last life, this film achieved great success at international film festivals, and also won the Oscar for Best Director, Best Cinematography, and Best Music. The male lead also won the Best Actor Award, which is really glorious.

Song Ci asked Shen Yubei: "What kind of role is he?"

Shen Yubei said: "A violinist with disabled legs."

Song Ci guessed the purpose of Shen Yubei's mention of this matter, "Teacher wants me to participate in the selection?"

"Yeah." Shen Yubei told Song Ci: "The director of this film is Du Junfei. Although he has more problems, he has nothing to say about his work. I want you to participate in the Queen Elizabeth International three years later. In the music competition, you can show your face in Du Junfei's movie first, and you will have an advantage in participating in the competition at that time."

The Queen Elizabeth International Music Competition is the most authoritative and high-profile violin competition in the world. Shen Yubei was a former champion, and his apprentice must also be a champion.

After Song Ci heard Shen Yubei's words, his fighting spirit also burned. "I will do my best!"

"Okay, get ready."

When Shen Yubei hung up the phone, Song Ci discovered that Song Fei had returned her message.

Song Fei: [Yan dog. 】

Song Ci was stunned, not understanding what she was talking about. Looking at the chat messages, Song Ci realized that Song Fei was talking about the dog's name.

[You call that dog Yan Gou? 】 Song Ci looked confused, did you name the dog like this?

Song Fei: [Yes. 】

Song Ci: [You really know how to choose names. 】This name, I don't know who is scolding.

When Han Zhan came back in the evening, Song Ci told Han Zhan about it. "Yan Jiang and Song Fei have a dog. Guess what the dog's name is?"

Han Zhan thought for a while and said, "Huang?"

"Yan dog."

Han Zhan: "" Yan Jiang's dog, there is nothing wrong with calling it this name, it has a name and a surname, and it's quite good.

Han Zhan walked to the sofa and pulled Song Ci up.

He sat down on the sofa himself and let Song Ci lean on his arms. We won't go back until the day after tomorrow. I'm very busy tomorrow, so I'm afraid I won't have time to play with you. Porcelain, is there any place you want to see, I will let Long Yu accompany you. "

"I really want to visit the palace, but now is not Ramadan, and the palace is not open to the public." Song Ci felt very regretful, she still yearned for the palace and wanted to go in and have a look.

"Then we have to wait until next year, and go to another place to see it?" Han Zhan told Song Ci: "Jamie Mosque is a check-in attraction on their side, do you want to go and see?"

"also."

Finding that Han Zhan's hand was beginning to be dishonest, Song Ci grabbed his arm, "What are you doing?"

Han Zhan: "The time for Mu Mian's first trial has been confirmed, just twenty days later."

The topic suddenly came to Mu Mian, and Song Ci didn't keep up with the rhythm. "and then?"

"Then" Han Zhan smiled and kissed her nose, implying to her, "Remember what I told you before?"

"Huh?" Song Ci squeezed Han Zhan's arm and warned him, "Just talk and don't move."

Han Zhan looked down at Song Ci, his eyes were full of teasing, "You don't like me doing anything."

Song Ci pretended not to hear.

Han Zhan opened his arms and put them on the armrest of the sofa, and then told Song Ci, "I said, when the Mu family's affairs are over, we can start preparing for pregnancy."

Song Ci was taken aback.

Song Ci especially likes children. Although she knows that childbirth may make a woman out of shape and develop stretch marks, she still wants a child of her own. "That's fine, Brother Han works hard and earns diaper money for your little one."

"As long as the diaper is not wet or inlaid with gold, the money is still enough." Han Zhan hugged Song Ci's waist and asked her, "Porcelain treasure, give me a small porcelain treasure, okay?"

"it is good!"

The next day, Song Ci put on a long skirt and prepared a veil in her bag, and then accompanied by Long Yu to the Jamie Mosque. On the way, she made a lot of travel strategies, for fear of violating the temple's visiting rules.

The opening hours of the mosque are different every day. Song Ci and the others arrived at the entrance of the mosque on time. Song Ci and Long Yu took off their shoes, put on the black robes provided by the temple, and put on a headscarf as the locals did before entering the temple with Long Yu.

This temple is very famous in Brunei. The hall is magnificent, the dome is exquisite and gorgeous, and the atmosphere of money is everywhere. Song porcelain found that there were two worship rooms in the temple, the larger one was the men's room and the smaller one was the women's room.

Living in a loving and respectful family atmosphere since childhood, Song Ci hated the idea of ​​men being superior to women the most. She stood at the door of the worship room, and after thinking about it, she still did not go in.

Long Yu went in to visit, and Song Ci wandered around alone, wandering around, and came to a blue fountain pool.

The water in the spring pool is very clear, the blue sky and white clouds can be seen when looking up, and surrounded by picturesque gardens, Song Ci has the idea of ​​taking pictures.

However, photography is prohibited in the temple.

Song Ci has some regrets.

Click!

Song Ci heard the sound of the camera.

She turned around in surprise and saw a tall young man with blonde hair and blue face standing behind him. Under his black robe was a navy blue shirt and a pair of black suit pants wrapped around two strong long legs.

The young man looked in his early twenties, with a very handsome face, with a tiny black mole between his lower lip and chin, which did not detract from his handsomeness, but made him unique.

Seeing Song Ci looking over, he shrugged, stuck out his tongue, quietly stuffed the phone back into his pocket, and gave Song Ci a 'shush' gesture.

Song Ci tilted her head to look at him, wanting to smile or not.

"You wouldn't report me, would you?" The young man spoke authentic Malay.

Song Ci: "I'm Chinese." She told the other party in English.

The young man was a little surprised. He walked to Song Ci and stood side by side with her.

"Few Chinese people come to Brunei to play, and everyone is more willing to go to Thailand, New Zealand or Europe and the United States." Surprisingly, the young man can speak a fairly standard Chinese. Although the pronunciation of some syllables is strange, Song Ci can understand it. .

Song Ci smiled and told him: "You should go to China and see the magnificent rivers and mountains in China. You will find that the favorite place for Chinese people to go is always the land of China."

The young man was stunned.

"Yes, China is a great place with vast land and abundant resources." He took the initiative to extend his hand to Song Ci and said, "Jack Abraham, dare to ask the lady's name."

Song Ci shook hands with him and said, "Rose Adkins."

He said his name was Jack, she said her name was Rose, which was the name of the Titanic. The young man's expression froze for a moment, realizing that he was being tricked by Song Ci, he smiled and said, "Miss is really humorous."

Song Ci echoed a smile and said, "My name is Song Ci."

"Song Poetry? Tang Poetry and Song Poetry?" It seems that the young people have some understanding of Chinese culture, and also know Tang Poetry and Song Poetry.

Song Porcelain explained: "Song Porcelain, Porcelain of Porcelain."

"Oh!" The young man snapped his fingers, "I know, fine porcelain, I have Jingdezhen porcelain in my house!"

Song Ci smiled and did not deny it.

Yu Guangli caught a glimpse of a male figure approaching quickly, and Alan said goodbye to Song Ci, "Beautiful lady, we are destined to meet again, I have to find my friend."

"Goodbye by fate."

As soon as Alan Clooney left, Long Yu came.

"Madam, who is that?" Long Yu frowned as he looked at the man's back, his eyes flashed with vigilance.

Song Ci told him: "Jack Abraham, he said his name is this, I will tell him, my name is Ross Adkins." Song Ci sneered, stared at the man's back, and said quietly: "Tell Han Zhan , say I was noticed by a man with a suspicious identity."

"How does Madam know that there is something wrong with this person?" Long Yu took a deep look at Song Ci and found that Madam was smarter than he thought.

Song Ci gave Long Yu a profound look, "A woman's intuition is more accurate than a detector."

Long Yu shrugged, feeling that what the lady said made sense.

At night, as soon as Han Zhan got out of the car, he saw Long Yu who was waiting at the door of the hotel. He walked towards Long Yu, "Waiting for me?"

Long Yu said: "I'm addicted to smoking. I wanted to come down and find a place to smoke, but it turned out to be a nationwide ban on smoking."

Han Zhan smiled, "Quit smoking, don't smoke your lungs black."

Long Yu didn't say a word, but looked quite honest.

"One thing worth caring about did happen today." Long Yu informed Han Zhan of the existence of the man who called himself Jack.

After Han Zhan heard about it, he showed great concern. As he walked towards the hotel lobby, Han Zhan asked Long Yu, "What does that person look like?"

Long Yu said: "I only saw his back, but he was quite tall. Madam said that the man was very young, with blond hair and blue eyes. Oh, by the way, Madam also said that the man was between his mouth and chin. , with a small black mole."

Hearing this, Han Zhan paused.

Long Yu followed and stopped.

Han Zhan turned around, his eyes became cold at some point. "That man, is he a little lame when he walks?"

"I didn't pay attention to this, but" Long Yu carefully recalled the walking posture of the man, noticed a detail, and hurriedly told Han Zhan: "He walked very slowly, for fear that he would step on an ant to death."

"I see."

On the way back to the room, Han Zhan didn't say a word.

In the room, Song Ci was already asleep. Han Zhan originally wanted to tell her something, but seeing that she was sleeping soundly, he gave up. At noon the next day, they set off for home.

Song Ci planned to enter the cockpit just like when she came, but was grabbed by Han Zhan's wrist. "You sit with me today, I have something to tell you."

Seeing this scene, Song Shiqing and Xiong Jian hurriedly closed the cockpit door.

Song Ci had to come to his private lounge with Han Zhan. As soon as the door closed, Han Zhan took off his coat.

Sitting on the edge of Han Zhan's bed, Song Ci thought of the plots in some of the movies she had seen. She smiled wickedly and teased Han Zhan: "If we do this, people outside will think wildly."

"Whatever you want, we are legal couples, let them think." Han Zhan lay down on the bed, his legs folded in a comfortable posture.

Song Ci lay down with him, his head resting on Han Zhan's arm. "What do you want to say to me, Brother Han?"

"The man who approached you yesterday, I should have known him."

Song Ci raised her head. She stared at Han Zhan's face and asked with a frown, "Do you really know each other? Is he a spy? Or a killer?"

"None of them." Han Zhan turned his head to look at the clear blue sky and white clouds outside the glass window, and said in a muffled voice, "It's my brother."

Song Ci was startled.

"Your brother? How can you have a younger brother?" Song Cike had never heard of Han Zhan or a brother. She thought about it and said, "It's not a kiss, right?"

"It's a relative." Han Zhan added: "Half-parent."

"Ah?" Thinking of the arrogant golden hair on the young man's head, Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Is your father a foreigner?"

"Um."

Before Song Ci could speak again, Han Zhan suddenly said, "He is an international drug lord."

Song Ci: "!"

Unexpectedly, Han Mulan, who was born in a family of Jiangmen, married a big drug lord. Song Ci didn't dare to think deeply about how many bloody and bloody stories there were.

"We have four siblings. I have an older brother above me, who is the most satisfied and proud heir to my father. Below me is a younger sister and a younger brother. The man you saw yesterday should be my younger brother, his name is Arang. "

"Ajan Clooney."

Han Zhan put an arm across his eyes and fell into memory. The tone of his narration gradually softened, and it sounded like he was talking about strangers. "Aran is the youngest child. He was very timid and naive when he was young. Every one of our children must be baptized on their fourth birthday."

"kill."

Song Ci was too shocked to speak.

"On Arang's fourth birthday, the baptism offering his father chose for him was a little girl of twelve years old. Arang did not dare to shoot, but could not bear to shoot. He begged his father to let her go. He shot Arang in the calf."

"Arang's feet are a little lame because of that."

Song Ci was shocked when she heard it. She never thought that Han Zhan lived in such an environment as a child.

"He hates me."

"Why do you hate you?" Song Ci thought that Han Zhan had bullied A Rang.

Arang hates Han Zhan, not because Han Zhan bullied him, the truth is actually heartbreaking.

Han Zhan said: "A Rang was the closest to me when he was a child. What he looks forward to most is to kill our father with us when he grows up, and then escape the abyss with me."

"When I was seven years old, my grandfather found me and took me home. With a new life, I became a soldier who defended the family and the country. And Arang, he was forced by my father into a ruthless man. A bad guy, a criminal wanted by many countries."

"He hates me, hates me for leaving him, hates me for leaving him to live like a walking corpse in that abyss of hell. I don't know when he noticed you, but Song Ci, Arang is no longer what I know The innocent and kind-hearted A Rang from here is gone. His time is precious and he never does thankless things. He must have a bad intention to approach you on his own initiative."

"Once there are strange and suspicious people around you, you must tell me."

"Okay." A Rang's face appeared in Song Ci's mind. He smiled so brightly, I never imagined that his hands were also covered in blood. "Brother Han, mother-in-law she"

"She was really dead, shot by my father in front of me."

Song Ci was stunned. "This, this" she scolded through gritted teeth, "Is this still a human, is this a beast!" It's ridiculous that such a beast has four children.

Some good men find it difficult to get a wife, but they have a lot of lovers and children!

"You can even kill your own wife, it's worse than a beast!" The beast also knows how to protect his spouse!

"You are wrong." Han Zhan corrected Song Ci's words, "My mother is not his wife, just one of his lovers."

Song Ci was even more surprised.

How could Han Aoyu's daughter be willing to be a man's lover!

"My father has only loved one woman in his life, a woman he loved but couldn't get. If he couldn't get that woman, he never got married in his life. Whether it was my mother or Aran's mother, they were just The replacement he found, a group of replacements with similar skins to his first love."

""

Should she praise Han Zhan's biological father for being infatuated with no regrets, or should she scold him for being a pig and a dog?

"It's good that you're not like your father."

Han Zhan suddenly smiled, "I'm his son, and I have his blood on my body. There are still similarities between us."

Song Ci's expression gradually solidified, "Don't scare me."

Seeing that he was frightened by Song Ci, Han Zhan laughed and said, "We don't look like anything else, we just lust for beauty. We are still very similar."

Han Zhan squeezed Song Ci's hand and said, "I didn't realize that I was a womanizer before I met you."

Song Ci was overjoyed, Brother Han was praising her for her beauty in disguise. "Then what, I know I'm good-looking, you can stop it enough, I'll float to the sky if you exaggerate."

Since marrying Han Zhan, Song Ci has become more and more floating. She is afraid that she will get carried away if she drifts too far. "Okay, I'll squint for a while and wake me up half an hour earlier."

Song Ci said to sleep, and she fell asleep in seconds.

Han Zhan couldn't sleep, but when he mentioned his childhood, he couldn't help thinking of those dark past events.

Childhood was cruel and ruthless to Han Zhan. His father wanted to cultivate him into a drug-immune body, and injected him with various drugs since he was a child. When Han Aoyu found him, he was covered with pinhole scars.

Later, I was taken home by my grandfather, and after several years of hormone antidote, it became normal. Therefore, Han Zhan respected his grandfather very much. Without his grandfather, he would have become a more terrifying and depraved person than Arang.

But Han Zhan didn't plan to tell Song Ci about this. When she knew about it, she would definitely think he was a little pitiful. Han Zhan doesn't want to be Song Ci's little pitiful, he wants to be Song Ci's indomitable husband. -

Back in Wangdong City, Han Zhan's work was getting busier and busier, and Song Ci was not idle during this time. It is a big event that Yuhua Brokerage will release Liang Bo's first album. From composing lyrics to MV, they are careful.

Liang Bo had a fascinated trust in Song Ci, and he insisted that Song Ci compose all his songs.

As soon as she floated away, she agreed with her mouth.

The first album has a total of seven songs. Song Ci has something to do now, and stays at home every day to compose music.

Han Zhan came back one night and saw Song Ci falling asleep on the piano. He thought that maybe it was time to change to a bigger house and build a spacious and luxurious professional musical instrument room for Song Ci.

The next day, Han Zhan asked Bei Zhan to help him contact an architect and hired him at a high price to design a new home for him. The new home address is set at the top of Yulong Mountain.

Yulong Mountain is located on the edge of the Yulongyuan River, bordering Bishui District and Jinshan District in the west, and Wangjiang Mountain in the south. There is a strange stone on the top of Yulong Mountain, which looks like a dragon head with its head held high, and the dragon head overlooks the Yulong River.

Thirty-three years ago, Mo Yao, who was still in college, spent a lot of money to buy this hill. Originally, he planned to build a big mansion so that the four sisters could live together.

However, the death of Han Mulan became the eternal pain in the hearts of Mo Yao and the three sisters, so there was no need to build the mansion.

Later, on Han Zhan's eighteenth birthday, Mo Yao gave this mountain to Han Zhan.

Han Zhan explained all the requirements to the architect in detail, and then let the designer play and wait for the results. Song Ci has a career, and she has a good life every day. She didn't know that Han Zhan was secretly building a mansion behind her back.

In the blink of an eye, the day of Mu Mian's first trial was approaching.

As the victim and the victim's family, Song Ci and Song Fei need a court, and Su Beibei, as the victim's widow, should also go to the trial site to watch.

Mu Mian is about to be punished by the law. Some people have been looking forward to this day for more than ten years, but some people are afraid of this day.

Mu Qiu had been discharged from the hospital and went home. Once this home was full of warmth and laughter, but now, dead dead, caught, and in the middle of the night, it was terribly silent.

Mu Qiu did not dare to go upstairs to sleep. Every time she went upstairs and passed the second floor, she always felt that her mother would suddenly open the door of the master bedroom and come out, and asked her with a smile, "Qiu Er, why did you come back?"

Mu Qiu had a ghost in her heart, she only dared to sleep in the guest room on the first floor.

Auntie Zhang didn't know Mu Qiu's thoughts, she just thought she was weak and tired of going upstairs and downstairs.

Tomorrow is the day Mu Mian will be judged. Seeing Mu Qiu's uneasy look, Aunt Zhang asked her, "Miss, are you worried about tomorrow?"

Mu Qiu nodded. "Aunt Zhang, you say my father, will he be sentenced to death?"

Aunt Zhang was silent.

He also knew that, with three lives and almost killing Song Fei, Mu Mian has become a major sinner known to the whole country. It's no wonder that he was not sentenced to death!

Aunt Zhang turned to Mu Qiu again and felt that Mu Mian should be sentenced to death. But she couldn't say this in front of Mu Qiu.

Mu Qiu shook his head with a wry smile, "It must be the death penalty, no one can change this result." Mu Qiu leaned on the sofa, recalling all the kindness his father had treated him, and couldn't help asking, "How could he kill someone?"

How could such a good father be a murderer?

Aunt Zhang said on the side: "The heart is separated from the belly. Some people look at their faces with kindness and kindness, but their hearts are dark. People, you can't see through with just a pair of eyes. Even Madam, it is only after death that you can see Mr. Your true face, let alone miss you?"

I don't know that the words in Aunt Zhang's words hurt Mu Qiu. Mu Qiu suddenly stood up and said, "I went to rest, and Aunt Zhang also rested earlier."

"Hey, good." Aunt Zhang saw that Mu Qiu was angry, and she didn't know what she said wrong.

Mu Qiu returned to the guest room, covered with a quilt, put his hand on his chest, and felt a strong heartbeat.

——The human heart is separated from the belly. Some people look at their faces with kindness and kindness, but their hearts are black.

If Aunt Zhang knew her true face, she would have carried her luggage immediately and ran away.

"Mom, if you knew what I did, would you still give me your heart?"

No one can answer Mu Qiu's question. -

In the night sky, the moon is bright.

Beside the river bank of Yulongyuan, sitting cross-legged is a woman wearing a black leather jacket and black denim pants. She looked up at the twinkling starry sky and smiled.

"Mom, Dad, Mu Mian will have the first trial tomorrow. Your revenge will soon be avenged." Su Beibei looked sideways at the Yulongyuan Bridge in the distance, thinking of that morning fourteen years ago.

That morning, the bodies of her parents were lying alone in the light rain, cold and cold, and she couldn't wake up no matter how much she cried or cried.

Fourteen years later, Su Beibei has long since lost the heart-piercing pain when she recalled the scene when her parents died. But she still felt sad.

Thinking of Li Li, Su Beibei was a little embarrassed. "Mom, should I tell him the truth?" Su Beibei hesitated, hoping that someone could give her some advice.

At this moment, the mobile phone placed beside her leg suddenly rang.

Su Beibei answered the phone and heard Li Li say, "Beibei, are you still writing tonight? I just got off work, and I miss you a bit and want to see you. I'll come to you if it's convenient. "

Hearing Li Li's smiling voice, Su Beibei couldn't help bending the corners of her lips. "Come and find me at the beach next to Yulongyuan Bridge."

"Ah? So late, are you there alone?"

"Um."

"Wait, I'll come!"

Sanshengqiao District is not far from Yulongyuan Bridge, about ten minutes by car. Li Li rushed to the beach in the shortest time, and from a distance, he saw a few bottles of beer beside Su Beibei.

Li Li walked over and covered Su Beibei's eyes, deliberately lowering his voice and intimidating Su Beibei: "Where's the beautiful girl from, jerk off."

Su Beibei reached out and touched the beer bottle beside her in the darkness. She held up the beer and said to Li Li, "Sir, would you like to drink a bottle of wine first to strengthen your courage?"

Li Li laughed.

He let go of Su Beibei's eyes, lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead, then took the bottle of beer and sat down beside Su Beibei.

"Why did you come here alone? Is there something on your mind? Or is Calvin uninspired?" Li Li bit off the beer cap with his teeth, and gulped down the beer.

Su Beibei handed her beer to Li Li, "Help me open it, I'm a weak woman." The kind of weak woman who can lift 40 pounds of rice with one hand.

"it is good."

Opening the bottle cap with his teeth, Li Li handed the wine to Su Beibei, but didn't let go. He hinted to Su Beibei: "Should I be a little bit more expressive?"

Su Beibei: "Okay."

Su Beibei's face was close to Li Li, just when Li Li thought Su Beibei was going to kiss him, Su Beibei quickly stretched out her hands and grabbed Li Li's chest.

"Ow!" Li Li's expression changed in pain.

Su Beibei took back the beer, raised her head and took a sip, she smashed it, and the aftertaste was endless. "Song Ci didn't lie to me, you men are afraid of pain."

The clever Li Li grasped the point——

So Mr. Han was also caught by Song Ci?

I didn't see it. Looking at the mighty and unyielding Mr. Han, he was also a poor little guy who was bullied by Song Ci in private.