Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci quickly retracted her foot.

She stood there like a rose blooming and swaying in the wind, fragrant and delicate.

A charming smile appeared on Song Ci's face, and her magnetic and charming voice reached Han Zhan's cochlea: "Mr. Han, it's a coincidence that we meet again."

Han Zhan put down all the glass beside him, revealing his respectful face.

Song Ci noticed that Han Zhan was not wearing a coat, only a shirt with two buttons unbuttoned at the neckline, revealing a piece of bronze-colored skin.

Looking away from Han Zhan's chest silently, Song Ci made a swallowing motion subconsciously.

Han Zhan didn't notice Song Ci's small movements.

He stretched out his gloved right hand, pointed to the front, and said expressionlessly, "Ms. Song, the zebra crossing is ahead. As an adult, you should abide by the law." You are an adult, you enjoy the rights of an adult, and you also Obey the obligations of adults.

Song Ci, who was taught a lesson for crossing the road for the first time, fell silent.

I'm thinking about your body, but you seriously teach me to obey the law

Song Ci took a deep breath, then turned around, walked 20 meters forward, and crossed the road on the zebra crossing.

Li Li looked at Song Ci who was looking left and right to cross the road with a smile on his face, sympathizing with her.

Han Zhan saw Song Ci safely arrived at the sidewalk across the road, and was looking back when he suddenly heard Li Li say, "Mr. Han, you looked like an uncle of the traffic police educating children."

Han Zhan raised his eyebrows.

"What uncle? I'm ten years older than Miss Song." He refused to admit that he was 32 years old, the age to be an uncle.

Li Li shook his head and tutted meaningfully.

Standing on the sidewalk, Song Ci turned her head and locked her eyes on Han Zhan's car.

His car was still moving forward at a turtle speed. Others' cars were honking their horns frantically, but his car was quiet, neither rushing to the road nor blocking the parking space. It was very law-abiding.

Song Ci frowned slightly.

"Old antique! Stereotype!" After scolding, Song Ci thought of something, and her expression suddenly became curious. I don't know if he is so antique and rigid on the bed, shouldn't he always use only one posture?

The married life was too boring. �€�

Song Ci walked aimlessly on the street for half an hour, and finally entered a bar.

She ordered a glass of wine, the color was very beautiful and the concentration was strong, but she didn't drink it.

She took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Yan Jiang: [Get ready, act tomorrow night. 】

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Hearing the text message reminder, Song Ci lowered her head to open the text message and saw Yan Jiang's reply: [Received. 】

Song Ci picked up the fine wine in front of his arm, turned on the camera, and took a few pictures with the fine wine in his hand. After the photo was taken, the impeccable smile on Song Ci's face disappeared.

She turned off her phone and silently watched the drunken stranger. Staying in the bar until late at night, Song Ci rejected the sixth person who approached tonight, and just got up and left the bar.

From start to finish, she never drank a drop of alcohol.

After leaving the bar, Song Ci walked quietly to a gray car. This is the car she rented from the used car market. She got into the car, changed her flat shoes, started the car and headed to the highway entrance.

It takes 12 hours to drive from Shunshen City to Wangdong City. Song Ci rested three times in the service area halfway through, and also updated the news of her circle of friends several times. It was seven o'clock in the evening when she hurried back to Wangdongcheng.

Parking the car next to an unmonitored forest near the Xiguang Sanatorium, Song Ci huddled in the car, changed clothes, straightened her hair, and sent a text message on her mobile phone to notify Yan Jiang to come to see her.

As soon as the news was sent, only three minutes later, the car window was knocked.

knock knock --

Song Ci looked up and saw Yan Jiang.

Yan Jiang was wearing a blue overalls, his long hair was covered by a peaked cap, and the words 'Qingshan Spring Water' were printed on the chest of the clothes.

Opening the passenger door and sitting in, Yan Jiang tilted his head to look at Song Ci.

Song Ci was wearing the hospital gown of Xiguang Sanatorium. She had some foundation on her lips that should have been healthy and rosy, looking haggard and fragile.

Yan Jiang said: "You are more like her."

"We were originally twins." Song Ci's pretty face was tight and her voice was hard.

Yan Jiang heard that Song Ci was breathing heavily, and found that her hand holding the steering wheel had been shaking. Yan Jiang raised his left hand, pressed it on Song Ci's right arm, and said to her, "Song Song, you can't panic."

Song Ci took a deep breath, "Yes, I have to calm down."

At 7:30 p.m., a pickup truck with the words "Qingshan Spring Water" drove to the gate of Xiguang Sanatorium, waiting for the security to release it.

Xiguang Nursing Home is a senior nursing home. Affected by the epidemic some time ago, all staff and logistics personnel must wear masks when entering and leaving.

The security knocked on the window.

Yan Jiang put down the glass window, stretched out his right arm, took the pen from the security guard's hand, signed his name on it, and was released.

The pickup was parked in front of Building 1, and Yan Jiang jumped out of the car. He was slender and wore a mask and a peaked cap, so the surveillance cameras couldn't see his face clearly.

Yan Jiang carried two buckets of water into the small building, and came out with two empty buckets in his hand. He delivered water one building after another, and by the time he came to the 27th floor, it was already 8:30.

The 27th floor is on the far left of the nursing home. It is the quietest and most remote. Yan Jiang got out of the car, stood beside the car and glanced at it, and then opened the door of the cargo box. As soon as he raised his head, he met Song Ci who was hidden in the cargo box.

The two exchanged glances.

Yan Jiang said: "Your plan is perfect. At this time, the nurse is not in the building."

Song Ci said: "An old man with hemiplegia came to Building 26 a few days ago. At this time every day, nurses go to the 26th floor to help colleagues bathe the old man." This is the conclusion Song Ci came to after observing for many days.

Yan Jiang raised his hand and patted Song Ci's head, then took two buckets of water and strode into the 27th floor.

There was no one in the hall, and it was extraordinarily silent.

When Yan Jiang took out the empty bucket and bent down to put the bucket of water in his heart into the tea bar machine, his jaw dropped slightly, and he said to the mini walkie-talkie on the neckline, "Action."

After finishing the conversation, within five seconds, the underground cable not far from the sanatorium was suddenly cut short, and the entire area near the sanatorium was plunged into darkness.

At the moment when the power was cut off, Song Ci quickly jumped out of the carriage and ran to the 27th floor. At the same time, Yan Jiang also ran to the second floor with the fastest speed, and picked up the sleeping Song Fei by the waist.

At the corner of the second floor, he passed Song Ci.

Three minutes later, the nurse hurried back to Building 27 with a flashlight. At the door, she ran into Yan Jiang, who was holding an empty bucket and panting slightly. The nurse raised her flashlight and called to Yan Jiang, who was wearing a mask and holding an empty bucket. She stopped and said, "Come to change the water again? Good work, little brother."

Yan Jiang lowered his voice slightly and said, "It's my job, it's not hard work, why is the power outage?"

Nurse: "Maybe there is a short circuit in the cable. I have called an electrician to repair it."

"That's it"

Yan Jiang took the bucket and left.