Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Like Song Ci, Song Fei also likes to eat bacon and sausage very much. Almost all of these two dishes on the dinner table went into the stomachs of their sisters.

Han Zhan and Yan Jiang stared at each other, not daring to say anything. After the meal was finished, the two of them had to roll up their sleeves and wash the dishes without complaint.

In the living room, the two sisters were together. Song Ci was mumbling something, and Song Fei was playing with her phone and occasionally responded to Song Ci.

Yan Jiang was holding a cigarette in his mouth, holding a plate in his left hand and a rag in his right hand, and quickly washed the bowls one after another. Hearing Song Ci's chattering voice in the living room, Yan Jiang sympathized with Han Zhan, "The one in your house hasn't stopped talking all day long. Don't you think it's noisy?"

Han Zhan: "I just like the atmosphere of the world. It feels warm when someone at home is talking." To be honest, Han Zhan liked Song Ci's energetic approach to everything.

Song Ci can always be strongly interested in small things. From Song Ci, Han Zhan can feel the beauty of life.

Hearing this, Yan Jiang bit the filter and seemed to smile. Picking up another bowl and brushing it twice, Yan Jiang suddenly turned his head to look at Han Zhan and asked him, "Why is it that I'm the one doing the washing, and you stand by and act as a human mold?"

Han Zhan raised his gloved right hand and shook it, looking innocent, "I am disabled."

Yan Jiang almost laughed angrily. "This is the first time I've seen someone talk about being disabled so confidently." Okay, he's justified in being disabled.

Han Zhan didn't think there was anything wrong. Thinking of something, he asked Yan Jiang: "I heard from Song Ci that you and Song Fei are planning to have a baby?"

Yan Jiang stopped washing the dishes.

He turned around and glanced at Song Fei secretly. Seeing that the two sisters were not paying attention to what was going on in the kitchen, Yan Jiang whispered to Han Zhan: "She is very competitive in everything she does, and she just looks forward to our child." I can be born earlier than your child. But I don’t think it’s possible.”

"What's wrong?"

"Song Fei has been sleeping for too many years and her body is very weak. I asked the doctor, and the doctor suggested that Song Fei should take good care of her body for at least three years before considering having a child. Giving birth to a child now will be more harmful to her body." The body is broken, and the body is weak and prone to illness. This is something Yan Jiang cannot accept under any circumstances.

"Is that so?" Han Zhan comforted Yan Jiang: "You are still young, it doesn't matter if you wait a few more years."

Yan Jiang pinched out the cigarette butt with wet hands and threw it into the trash can, then said: "That's right, I will only be 27 next month. Why should I be anxious? Unlike Mr. Han, who is already 33 just before his eyes."

Han Zhan's cold eyes flew straight towards Yan Jiang's face.

Yan Jiang didn't care if he saw it. He said, "Don't threaten me. It's useless. My cooperation with your flight company has expired. You are no longer my sponsor father. I don't need to provide for you." Yan Jiang Extremely crazy.

Han Zhan was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, but he still held back.

When they went to bed at night, they both stood beside their wives in a tacit understanding, fearing that it would be like the last time, when the two sisters Song Ci were chatting under the covers, and the two foot-picking men were huddled under the covers and kicking each other.

Song Ci and Song Fei have long lost the enthusiasm they had when they first reunited, so they naturally don't sleep together at night. Seeing that it was getting late, they both went back to their rooms and went to bed separately.

Before going to bed, Han Zhan told Song Ci that Song Fei was too weak to get pregnant prematurely. After hearing this, Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good, that's good. Let her beat me in everything when she was a child. Now that she has grown up, things have changed."

Han Zhan couldn't understand why Song Ci and Song Fei liked to fight to win or lose so much.

Winter nights in the countryside are particularly quiet, unlike in summer when there are insects chirping. Song Ci turned off the light, and Han Zhan suddenly turned around and held her in his arms. Han Zhan's body was as hot as a big thermos, and Song Ci was also very warm huddled in his arms.

"Brother Han, are you afraid of ghosts?"

Han Zhan said nothing.

Song Ci patted the back of Han Zhan's hand and laughed at him: "Why are you afraid of this? There are no ghosts in this world."

"Rebirth can happen, why can't there be ghosts?" Song Ci's rebirth broke Han Zhan's worldview.

Song Ci had nothing to say. "Okay, you won't be afraid if you hold me."

"Um."

Have a good night's sleep until dawn.

Song Ci woke up early the next morning and found that Han Zhan had not gone to morning exercise this morning, but was hiding in bed playing with his mobile phone. It was cold in winter, and Han Zhan's breath was blurry on the phone screen.

When Song Ci woke up, Han Zhan was wiping the screen of his mobile phone with the back of his hand.

Song Ci asked him: "How long have you been awake?"

"It's been twenty minutes."

"Why didn't you go to morning exercise?"

Han Zhan said: "It's snowing."

"Is it big?" Song Ci lifted up the quilt and walked to the window. She pushed the window open, and a burst of cold air rushed into the room. Han Zhan's neck shivered with the cold. Song Ci stared at the snow on the ground, and she shouted in surprise into the next room. "Song Fei, get up and build a snowman!"

Next door, Song Fei woke up immediately when she heard the roar.

After waking up, she didn't even put on a coat and walked directly to the window in her pajamas. Seeing layers of white snow on the trees and on the ground, Song Fei was also a little excited. The sisters like to play in the snow the most.

So in the early morning, the two sisters walked into the snow with shovels without eating. Song Ci didn't even wear gloves, he just pinched a small round snowball and put it on the ground to roll around.

The snowball rolled bigger and bigger, and finally rolled into a snowman's head.

Over there, Song Fei had already prepared the snowman's belly with a shovel. Song Ci put the snowman's head on the belly, and a simple and cute snowman was formed. They made eyes and nose for the snowman. Song Ci also cut carrots into slices and made a carrot-colored mouth for the snowman.

There are four snowmen in their pile, which are Song Ci, Song Fei and their parents. Song Ci's father always loved wearing glasses when he was alive, so Song Fei used a wooden stick to make a pair of glasses for Song's father to wear.

Han Zhan and Yan Jiang made breakfast and stood under the eaves with hot tea to drink. Han Zhan looked at the four snowmen and suddenly said: "There are still two left."

Yan Jiang nodded, "Well, there are still two left."

The two put down their tea, walked over to Song Ci and the others, took away their shovels, and piled a boy on each side of the two little girls. Han Zhan was thoughtful and even let the boy hold the girl's hand, euphemistically calling them a couple.

Song Fei stared at the two snowmen holding hands, sneered disdainfully, and dropped a word or two——

"So naughty."

After saying that, Song Fei took Song Ci into the house to have breakfast.

Han Zhan stared at the snowman he made and didn't think it was sexy, but if his sister said it was sexy, he couldn't refute it.

After breakfast, the four of them each carried a basket of sacrifices and went up the mountain to worship Father Song and Mother Song. Their graves were jointly buried, and there were no photos on the tombstones, just their names—

Jiang Mengmeng, Song Tingyun.

Han Zhan stared at the names of Jiang Mengmeng and Song Tingyun, his eyes flickering.

Yan Jiang secretly told Han Zhan: "Aunt Jiang is so beautiful. In the past, in our community, whether it was married or unmarried uncles and brothers, when they saw Aunt Jiang, they did not dare to speak loudly."

"At that time, Aunt Jiang was the public enemy of women in the whole community, but Aunt Jiang was very good at being a good person and was kind to everyone. Knowing that she was good-looking, Aunt Jiang usually dressed up plainly, so those women could tolerate Aunt Jiang."

"When I was young, my mother always said that Aunt Jiang next door was a vixen, and her beauty was a disaster. In fact, I knew in my heart that my mother was envious of her."

Han Zhan has never met Jiang Mengmeng, but from the postures of the two sisters Song Ci and Song Fei, it can be seen that Jiang Mengmeng must also be a charming beauty.

The tomb had not been repaired for a long time, so the four of them worked together to clean the area around the tomb, burned paper money and ingots, and then knelt down and kowtowed. Song Ci and Song Fei both knelt down, and Yan Jiang, a loser, also knelt down, wanting to call her mom right away.

Han Zhan stared at Jiang Mengmeng's three words and stood there without kneeling.

After Song Ci kowtowed, she turned around and found Han Zhan still standing there, staring at her parents' tombstones in trance, not wanting to kneel down. Song Ci Song Ci felt a little unhappy, thinking that I have already knelt down to worship your grandmother, but you don't knelt down to worship my parents. What's the point?

Song Ci suppressed her displeasure and asked Han Zhan calmly: "Brother Han, won't you kowtow to them? They are also your parents." After asking, there was a faint anger in her eyes, but she did not burst out in public.

Sensing the change in Song Ci's mood, Han Zhan struggled a little in his heart.

Kneel down Jiang Mengmeng

Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci, who finally took a step forward and knelt down. Han Zhan kowtowed to Song Tingyun a few times and then stood up. Seeing that Song Ci's eyes were still burning, Han Zhan suddenly said: "My knee joint hurts."

Song Ci was stunned, "Why do you still have joint pain?"

Han Zhan told a little lie, "When I was in the army, I had to train on the ground in the wind and rain, and in snowy days, which is an old habit. Now when the weather gets cold, my joints hurt."

Song Ci felt a little sorry for Han Zhan, and felt even more guilty for misunderstanding Han Zhan just now. "Then go back quickly. There is floor heating at home."

On the way home, when encountering a downhill road, Song Ci had to carefully support Han Zhan, treating Han Zhan as an easily broken vase.

Yan Jiang and Song Fei were walking in front. When he saw the two greasy people behind him, he complained to Song Fei: "Look at Han Zhan's pretentious look, is he not a man?"

"I'm different, I can walk as fast as I can." In order to show that he was physically strong, Yan Jiang raised his leg and kicked it ahead. As a result, the snow under his feet was too slippery, so he just sat down.

"fly!"

He walked like flying, but unfortunately he fell.

The way he fell was so funny that Song Fei couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Get up."

Yan Jiang remembered it, but

He raised his head, his cheeks slightly pale, and said to Song Fei, "My butt hurts so much that I can't get up. Please wait for me to calm down for a while."

Song Fei: ""

Han Zhan and Song Ci chased after him. Han Zhan was high up, looking at the funny man on the ground with the corner of his eyes. He praised Yan Jiang: "Mr. Yan, your landing posture is very handsome."

Yan Jiang regarded Han Zhan as nothing and ignored him at all.

After Yan Jiang regained his composure, the four of them went home. As soon as Yan Jiang got home, he heard Song Fei say as soon as he stepped through the door, "Go upstairs, take off your pants and show me."

A room full of people:!

Yan Jiang's face turned red, and he asked Song Fei in a low voice: "A Fei, why are you like this?" He was not used to being so wild.

Song Ci came back to her senses and looked down upon Yan Jiang: "Behave in your right mind. Song Fei asked you to go upstairs and take off your pants and show her where you were injured."

As soon as she explained, Yan Jiang became even more embarrassed.

Yan Jiang followed Song Fei back to the room. His pants were stripped off and he lay on the bed. Song Fei looked at his butt, which was already bruised. Song Fei covered Yan Jiang with a quilt and said, "You rest first. I'll go to the neighbor's house and ask if there is safflower oil."

"good."

More than ten minutes later, when Song Fei returned to the room holding a bottle of safflower oil, Yan Jiang had already fallen asleep. As soon as Song Fei lifted the quilt off Yan Jiang, he woke up again. "Why did I fall asleep?" Yan Jiang felt evil.

Song Fei: "Maybe it's because my father dislikes you and is holding you back." They are indeed sisters, and their speaking styles are the same.

But Yan Jiang is not afraid of ghosts. The scariest ghost he has ever seen is his grandma. Over the years, he has often dreamed that his grandma turned into a ghost. Yan Jiang is no longer afraid of other ghosts.

He said: "The psychiatrist told me that there are no ghosts in this world, and the grandma I saw were just horrific scenes in my memory."

"Ah"

Song Fei twisted out the safflower oil and slapped it on Yan Jiang's butt.

Massage is needed to fully exert the effect of the medicine. Song Fei used so much force that Yan Jiang screamed in pain. Song Ci and Han Zhan heard Yan Jiang's screams downstairs, and their scalps felt numb.

At this time, the aunt next door knocked on the door and asked Song Ci to help her grandson with his homework.

"My son's wife is still working in the city and will not come back until the 30th of the twelfth lunar month. My grandson lives here alone. He was doing math papers today and found that he couldn't understand two questions. His grandfather and I are both rough people. Where can I do math problems? I thought Song Ci was coming back, so I wanted to ask you to go over and help him with his homework."

The aunt next door was very enthusiastic. When Song Ci came back yesterday, she took the initiative to bring sausages and bacon.

Song Ci was okay, so he agreed to the aunt.

"Brother Han, are you going?"

Han Zhan doesn't like to go to strangers' homes, and he doesn't like to help strangers with their homework. He said: "I'll take you there."

"Well."

Han Zhan sent Song Ci to the house next door, met the other party's grandson, said hello to the child and returned. He gave the child a New Year's red envelope in advance and went home.

He walked home through thick snow, making a crunching sound under his feet. When he reached the foot of a pine tree, Han Zhan suddenly stopped and squinted at the girl in the middle of the road ahead.

The knitted hat pressed Song Fei's short hair, revealing a pair of cold and beautiful eyes. She looked at Han Zhan with an extremely cold expression. Han Zhan was a little surprised to see Song Fei here.

Song Fei was truly the smartest and most terrifying woman Han Zhan had ever encountered. She was even more terrifying than the female gangsters he had encountered before.

After thinking for a moment, Han Zhan stepped forward, stood in front of Song Fei, looked down at her, and called out: "Sister Fei."

Song Fei looked up at Han Zhan.

He is handsome and steady, a reliable and outstanding man. The combination of Song Ci and Han Zhan can be regarded as a match made in heaven. At least, Song Fei always thought so before this morning.

Can

"Han Zhan, do you know my mother?" Although she was asking, Song Fei's tone was full of affirmation.

Second update, the update time remains unchanged tonight, it is still 12 o'clock in the evening.