Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Han Zhan's pupils trembled slightly, "Why do you ask?" Although he had already guessed the reason why Song Fei was waiting here, Han Zhan was still a little shocked when he heard these words from Song Fei.

This man is really smart.

Song Fei stared at Han Zhan's knees, not believing what Han Zhan said to Song Ci that morning. "Joint pain is just an excuse you use to deal with Song Ci. You just refuse to kneel down and kowtow to my parents. Your eyes tell me that you don't like our mother very much. You must know our mother."

Song Fei's insight is really amazing. Han Zhan thought about denying and lying, but in the end he decided to be honest with Song Fei. Not for anything else, just because Song Fei is Song Ci's family member.

"Yes, I know him."

Hearing this, Song Fei looked at him with a deeper and colder look. "How do you know her?"

"Sorry, Sister Fei, I don't want to lie to you, but I don't want to talk about it for the time being."

"Oh, I don't want to say it." Song Fei looked at Han Zhan carefully. Han Zhan let her look at him, his expression remained calm and calm, and he didn't look like he had something in his heart.

After a while, Song Ci withdrew her gaze, and then she took out a small black pill from her pocket.

Song Fei played with the little pill like a child playing with marbles. Han Zhan stared at the black pill in Song Fei's hand and narrowed his eyes. His intuition told him that it was not a good thing.

While playing, Song Fei said: "Everyone who has met my mother knows that our sisters look almost exactly the same as my mother. You hate my mother, but you married Song Ci, who looks the same as my mother."

"Han Zhan, what are your intentions?"

Han Zhan frowned slightly and was about to explain when he suddenly saw Song Fei raising his right hand and throwing the black pill into the chicken coop of the neighbor's house next door.

Han Zhan turned his head and looked over, and saw a puff of smoke coming out from where the pill landed. In just a few seconds, three or four chickens fell to the ground and struggled, losing their vitality in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Han Zhan's pupils tightened!

Next to her ears, Song Fei's voice without any warmth penetrated into Han Zhan's ears: "Han Zhan, don't hurt my sister. If I find out that you have ulterior motives for my sister, I don't care who your grandfather is. You Whoever your godmother is, I can make you a handful of ashes in a jar!"

Song Fei said she would make Han Zhan a handful of ashes, so she really had the ability to make him a handful of ashes.

Look, aren’t those chickens the best examples?

Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, Han Zhan told Song Fei: "I really have no other thoughts about Song Ci. I have never wanted to hurt Song Ci. You can rest assured about this, Song Fei." Han Zhan's voice was soft. Lightly, for fear of angering this dangerous person who retaliates against society at every disagreement.

Song Fei snorted coldly, "It's best." She turned and left.

Han Zhan stared at the fallen chickens in the chicken coop. He hesitated for a moment before walking back towards Song Ci's house in a hurry.

Yan Jiang stood by the window upstairs and watched the scene that just happened on the snow, with some doubts in his heart. What were Ah Fei and Han Zhan talking about with Song Ci behind his back? Why did Han Zhan anger Song Fei?

At eleven o'clock, Song Ci came back from his neighbor's house, carrying a bag of farm produce in his hand. There are fragrant dried seeds, bacon sausage and salted duck eggs. After Song Ci entered the room, he put the things on the table, found two bags, and planned to pack the things into two bags for Song Fei and Yan Jiang.

Han Zhan has work, so he works in the room upstairs. Song Fei didn't like cooking, so she sat on the sofa and read the newly published literary papers in The Lancet magazine. But Yan Jiang, who was once the most beautiful man in the entertainment industry, could only walk into the kitchen without complaint and put on an apron to cook.

While unpacking, Song Ci told Song Fei and Yan Jiang, "It's strange. Several chickens at Aunt Zhu's house next door suddenly died. Aunt Zhu was so frightened that she thought there was chicken plague and called the veterinarian."

Yan Jiang cast an indescribable look at Song Fei on the sofa.

Song Fei didn't even look up and said, "Maybe he died from the cold."

Song Ci felt surprised, "Can a chicken be killed by the cold?"

Song Fei said expressionlessly: "People can freeze to death, so why not chickens? You forgot, the little match girl froze to death."

Song Ci still didn't believe Song Fei's words, "I think it might be chicken plague." After Song Ci packed the things, he shouted upstairs: "Brother Han, what do you want to eat, can I cook it for you?"

Han Zhan walked out of the bedroom, stood in the corridor and replied downstairs: "Spicy and sour potato shreds, a little spicier."

"It's sour and spicy. Are you pregnant?" Song Ci muttered, but went into the kitchen to make hot and sour potato shreds.

Song Ci peeled potatoes while Yan Jiang stared at the air-dried beef in the pot. He looked back at Song Ci several times, his expression hesitant to speak, wanting to tell Song Ci what he saw today.

But Song Fei deliberately avoided Song Ci and met Han Zhan in private because he didn't want Song Ci to know about it. So Yan Jiang was very confused, should he tell Song Ci about this?

"What do you always look at me for?" Song Ci glanced back at Yan Jiang and said, "Look at your food and don't get confused. If you stare at me again, be careful I tell Song Fei."

Yan Jiang poured a little more boiled water into the pot. The air-dried beef would taste more fragrant if cooked for a while.

The last time Han Zhan and Song Fei conspired to frame Mu Mian, they really deceived Yan Jiang. Yan Jiang could only understand what it felt like to be kept in the dark. Yan Jiang and Song Ci were close friends, and they had a good relationship. Yan Jiang finally decided to tell Song Ci.

Yan Jiang turned around and leaned against the counter, shouting, "Song Song."

Song Ci threw the potatoes into the basin, picked up the second unpeeled potato, and hummed without looking up. "What's wrong?"

Yan Jiang decided to test Song Ci's tone first, and asked Song Ci, "Song Fei and Han Zhan, are they hiding something from you?"

Song Ci's action of peeling potatoes suddenly stopped. She glanced back at Song Fei first, and saw that Song Fei was reading the paper intently. Then she approached Yan Jiang and asked him, "Did you notice it too?"

also?

Yan Jiang was surprised, "You know? Hey, I thought you didn't know. I was hesitating for a long time whether to tell you this." Seeing that Song Ci knew about it, Yan Jiang no longer had any worries and just told him today Tell her what you saw this morning.

"I just found out today. Didn't Han Zhan send you to help the kid next door with his homework this morning? On his way home, he was intercepted by Ah Fei."

Song Ci said calmly: "I had noticed that they had secretly talked together, so I was afraid that they were plotting something again. Did you hear what they said today?"

"I don't know what they said, but I saw Ah Fei suddenly got angry and threw a poison into the chicken coop. Several chickens fell to the ground and died. Good guy, I saw that scene upstairs. My heart almost stopped."

Song Ci was angry when she heard that those chickens were poisoned by Song Fei. "Why is Song Fei like this! She poisoned other people's chickens like that. How can we have the honor to see Aunt Zhu in the future!"

Seeing that Song Ci was angry, Yan Jiang quickly said: "If he wasn't really angry, Ah Fei would definitely not do that kind of thing." He asked Song Ci: "Do you know how Han Zhan provoked Ah Fei?"

Song Ci shook his head, "How would I know."

"I thought you knew"

Song Ci said: "I actually didn't find anything. I told you just now that I saw them talking together in private, but I was actually lying to you." Who would have thought that Yan Jiang would be so easy to deceive.

When Song Ci came back from Aunt Zhu's house, she saw the footsteps of Han Zhan and Song Fei on the snow on the ground, and knew that they had met in private. Just when she was worried that she couldn't know what those two people did when they met in private, Yan Jiang sent the information to her door.

After realizing that Song Ci had deliberately misled him so that he could tell everything, Yan Jiang once again realized the evil nature of Song Ci. "Song Ci, you are so treacherous, how could you deceive me!" Yan Jiang regretted knowing this little liar.

Song Ci snorted, "If a woman is not treacherous, how can she take over the world?" After saying that, Song Ci left the potatoes and went to the living room in a hurry.

Song Ci stood beside the sofa with her arms folded, lowered her head and said to Song Fei, "Song Fei, come out."

Song Fei raised her eyelids and glanced at Song Ci casually. Seeing that Song Ci seemed to be angry, she slowly stood up, pulled her slippers and followed Song Ci out.

Seeing this, Yan Jiang was one big and the other big. He was really afraid that the two sisters were going to fight outside, so he quickly turned off the fire and ran out.

Yan Jiang hid under the door and overheard the conversation between the two sisters——

"Why did Han Zhan offend you? You still scared him like that." This was Song Ci's voice.

Song Fei: "How do you know?" After thinking for a moment, Song Fei guessed the key point. "Did Yan Jiang tell you?" The man's elbow was turned outward, which meant he needed to clean it up.

Song Ci was like an old hen protecting her young, and she wanted to ask Song Fei for an explanation: "Don't care who told me, just tell me, why did Han Zhan make you unhappy? He is my man, you Even if you bully me, you still bully my man! Song Fei, if you have something to tell me clearly, don’t bully him behind my back."

Hearing this, Song Fei scolded Song Ci directly: "Are you a fool?"

Song Ci: "You always call me a fool or a fool. Even the smartest people are called stupid by you."

Song Fei was speechless and helpless. "Idiot, can't you see that Han Zhan knows our mother?"

Hearing this, Song Ci asked her instead: "Why do you think Han Zhan knows our mother?"

Song Fei was disappointed with Song Ci, who knew nothing about it.

How could she have such a stupid sister? Eyes are a good thing, so she uses them to discharge electricity.

Song Fei told Song Ci: "When I went to my parents' tombstone today, I noticed that when Han Zhan looked at our mother's name, his eyes were full of disgust and resistance. This shows that Han Zhan is very likely to know our mother. Even if you don’t know each other, you still know our mother! There should be some grudges between him and our mother!"

"And our sisters look very similar to our mother. Han Zhan obviously hates his mother, but he married you. Do you think this is suspicious?"

"Song Ci, don't you understand? I was afraid that he married you because he had ulterior motives. I was worried that he would hurt you, so I went to him behind your back to ask for an explanation!" But her good intentions were misinterpreted by Song Ci.

This idiot is here to help Han Zhan seek justice!

What a silly fool!

Love brain!

After listening to Song Fei's explanation, Song Ci showed no expression of shock or surprise on his face.

Seeing this, Song Fei couldn't help but look at her a few more times. Thinking about the reason why Song Ci was so calm, Song Fei's expression couldn't help but become serious. "Have you noticed it a long time ago?"

Song Ci nodded. "Yes. I've noticed something wrong a long time ago."

Song Fei was a little surprised. "You actually know." Song Fei really found it incredible that Song Ci could discover this matter on her own. She didn't realize that Song Ci was also a wise person.

Song Ci said: "I'm not really blind, I can see some things." In the morning in front of his parents' tombstone, Song Ci noticed that Han Zhan had something wrong with his expression when he read his mother's name.

Song Ci also told Song Fei: "Actually, I have discovered that there is a problem a long time ago. When I went back to my hometown in Hunan with Han Zhan last time, I saw a photo of Han Zhan's mother. Sister, the way Han Zhan's mother smiles, she looks very much like us. Mom, is this a coincidence?"

Song Ci felt a little uneasy, so she asked Song Fei: "Sister, do you think there is something weird about this matter?"

"How to say?"

"Han Zhan told me that his father was a drug lord, and his mother was just a lover of his father. He said that his father had a first love that he couldn't love, and because he couldn't get that woman, he found her. Many lovers similar to that woman were in front of their mother's tombstone today and noticed the way Han Zhan looked at our mother's name. I was thinking at that time.

Song Ci stopped, she stared at Song Fei uneasily, bit her lip, and whispered, "I'm wondering if our mother is the drug lord's first love!"

Song Fei's expression changed slightly. "What's that person's name? Han Zhan's father."

"I don't know." Song Ci shook her head and said, "Han Zhan didn't tell me the specific identity of his father. I only know that he is a big drug lord. But these things are just my guesses. . Only Han Zhan himself knows best what the real situation is."

Song Fei frowned, feeling that Han Zhan was really troublesome. "You shouldn't have married him!"

"Don't say that. In that situation, the only person I could find who could help me and knew the basics was Han Zhan. Besides," Song Ci suddenly laughed, and she told Song Fei frankly: "That's quite true. It’s ridiculous, I married him because I wanted to use him, but I seem to have really fallen in love with him.”

Song Fei felt that she could not help but grit her silver teeth.

Hearing the sound of footsteps suddenly in the room, the footsteps stopped behind the door. Song Fei curled her lips and asked Song Ci with a cold face: "Little fool, aren't you worried about Han Zhan marrying you?" With bad intentions? Aren't you afraid that he will hurt you?"

After thinking for a while, Song Ci said: "I'm afraid too."

"But even if he had an ulterior motive for marrying me. But in the past few months, what he has done for me is true, and his love for me and his love for me are true." Is Han Zhan sincere to himself? Song Ci could feel it.

"If Han Zhan really wants to use me and hurt me, then I won't act like a fool and get used by him." Song Ci smiled frankly, with a sense of freedom and fearlessness in his smile. "I, Song Ci, am not the kind of woman who can't live without a man. He, Han Zhan, is sorry for me. Can't I just kick him and live my single life?"

Mu Mian is dead and Song Ci is no longer in fear of her life. She really has no pressure now. "Actually, I'm waiting for the day when Han Zhan takes the initiative to tell me the truth." Song Ci has long seen that Han Zhan has many secrets hidden in his heart, and she is waiting for the day when Han Zhan takes the initiative to tell her.

If she continued to wait, there would be only two outcomes, either Han Zhan would confess and be lenient, or Song Ci would be disheartened.

Song Fei asked again: "What if he never says it?"

Song Ci narrowed her eyes and stared at the messy footsteps on the snow in the distance, her expression becoming cold. "What do I want from a man who doesn't really care about me?"

When Song Fei heard this, her expression became slightly better. "Well, that's the right thing to do."

Inside the room, Yan Jiang turned around and saw Han Zhan standing behind him with a serious expression. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. When did this guy get here? Patting Han Zhan on the shoulder, Yan Jiang lowered his voice and asked him: "Let's talk in the backyard?"

Han Zhan glanced at the pair of sisters on the eaves, nodded, followed Yan Jiang lightly and left the living room to the backyard.

Song Fei's ears twitched and she heard the footsteps of the two people in the room disappearing, so she said to Song Ci: "It's cold outside, go inside." After lying on the bed for eight years, Song Fei was used to using her ears. Listen to all voices.

When she was talking to Song Ci just now, Song Fei discovered that Han Zhan had come down from upstairs. She deliberately asked Song Ci what Song Ci said in front of Han Zhan, just to sound a warning to Han Zhan and let Han Zhan also listen to Song Ci. Porcelain's true words.

Fortunately, Song Ci was also very helpful and what he said satisfied Song Fei. As for what choice Han Zhan will make, Song Fei doesn't care. -

When he came to the backyard, Yan Jiang took out his cigarette case and took out the last cigarette. Before Yan Jiang could bite the cigarette, the cigarette was snatched away by Han Zhan who came out halfway.

Yan Jiang glared at him angrily.

Han Zhan was chewing on the cigarette and had just lit it. Before he could take a puff, he heard Yan Jiang say quietly: "Aren't you preparing for pregnancy?" Han Zhan was stunned for a moment, then quickly took the cigarette away from his teeth and held it with his hand. , just play without smoking.

Yan Jiang was also smart. After listening to the conversation between the sisters just now, he guessed that Han Zhan had many secrets hidden in his heart.

Yan Jiang didn't like to pry into other people's privacy. He patted Han Zhan on the shoulder and told him: "Mr. Han, listen to my advice, be frank and talk openly, so that the relationship can last longer. Some secrets are like a buried heart. Even if the thorn in the finger flesh is absorbed by the flesh, there will still be a flesh bump."

Han Zhan frowned and said nothing.

Yan Jiang added: "I know Song Song very well. She is willing to give you a chance. When you take the initiative to confess, you have to cherish it. You have to understand that her waiting has a time limit."

There are almost no secrets between Yan Jiang and Song Ci. Yan Jiang also knows the reasons and transactions for Han Zhan's marriage to Song Ci. He had to remind Han Zhan: "Mr. Han, don't forget, there is still a one-year agreement between you and Song Ci."

Han Zhan froze.

His pupils opened a little wider.

Thinking of what Song Ci said to Song Fei just now, Han Zhan only felt scared. During this period of time, Song Ci always called him Brother Han softly, made him laugh, played with him, and cried freely in front of him, which gave him the illusion that Song Ci was his only one.

In fact, how could Song Ci be such a weak little girl? She, Song Ci, was a woman who had been fighting a domestic violence man for six years and dared to stab him in the stomach with a knife!

She loves him, so she is willing to be the little woman in his arms. If she is cold-hearted, it means that he cannot touch Hedgehog Ball.

Han Zhan was so scared that his eyelashes were trembling.

Yan Jiang was still saying: "Don't think that just because she wants to have a baby with you, she really has to do it with you. Song Song can make money and is talented. Even if she carries your seed in her belly, when your relationship really comes out The problem is, she still has the confidence to divorce you."

"She is not a parasite attached to you. She can leave if she wants." After saying this, Yan Jiang stopped talking.

After listening to Yan Jiang's words, Han Zhan filled up some pictures in his mind, and he was so shocked that he broke into a cold sweat on the spot. He suddenly woke up. It turned out that concealing and not confessing was also a kind of harm and distrust to his partner.

"I know what to do." Han Zhan tilted his head and hit Yan Jiang on the shoulder, "Thank you."

Yan Jiang waved his hand, "We are all one family."

"Yes, a family."

The two stood outside for a while before turning and entering the house. The four of them were all harboring evil intentions and pretended as if nothing had happened. After eating, they loaded their things into the car and prepared to go back to the city.

It snowed, and Han Zhan was worried that there would be ice on the provincial highway, so Han Zhan installed iron chains on the wheels. On the way back to the city, the car drove a bit slowly. Song Ci occasionally chatted with Han Zhan, and his tone was no different from usual.

Han Zhan suddenly realized that Song Ci was also good at disguising.

When I got home, it was already dark.

Han Zhan took the initiative to take over the responsibility of cooking and did not allow Song Ci to enter the kitchen. He fiddled around in the kitchen for a while and cooked a home-cooked dinner. Song Ci was in a good mood while eating the meal where Han Zhan was sitting.

After eating, Song Ci turned on the TV and found a TV series to watch.

She stared at the TV, but her heart skipped a beat.

It wasn't until the sofa next to her collapsed that the scent of cold woody perfume that belonged to Han Zhan entered Song Ci's nostrils, and Song Ci turned her head to look at Han Zhan. Seeing that his hair and cheeks were wet, Song Ci said, "Have you washed your hair?"

"Um."

Song Ci bent down and took out the hair dryer from the TV cabinet. Song Ci patted her legs and said to Han Zhan: "Brother Han, bend over."

Han Zhan bent down and asked Song Ci to blow dry his hair.

Song Ci's fingers shuttled through Han Zhan's hair, making Han Zhan's scalp numb, feeling comfortable and comfortable. After blow-drying his hair, Han Zhan didn't sit upright. He just lay sideways on the sofa with his head on Song Ci's lap.

Song Ci watched the TV and stroked Han Zhan's nose and eyes with her fingers.

"Song Ci." Han Zhan's voice sounded serious, without the usual warmth and tenderness.

Song Ci blinked and turned off the TV. She lowered her head, looked into Han Zhan's struggling and hesitant eyes, and asked him, "Do you have something to say to me?"

Han Zhan looked at her, his eyes twinkling showing his uneasiness. "Song Ci, let me tell you my story, okay?"

Song Ci leaned back on the sofa, looking at the ceiling, her throat moving, "Okay."

Han Zhan closed his eyes and fell into memories. He slowly opened his mouth and spoke eloquently——

"My mother gave birth to me as an unmarried woman alone. After giving birth to me, she left me at my grandmother's house. She went back to school to take the exam and determined to become an excellent air force. When I was two years old, I Unfortunately, I was lost and my whereabouts are unknown. My mother and grandfather have been looking for me for several years, but China at that time was not like China now, and the surveillance system was far less complete than it is now."

"They searched for me for a long time, but couldn't find me. I was still a toddler at that time, and I had long lost that memory. I also heard these things from my grandmother. But what happened after being stolen still haunts me. Remember some.”

Song Ci suddenly asked: "The person who stole you was your father?"

"Um."

"My father's name is Edward St. Cloni. He is an Italian. His name may be unfamiliar to you, but you must have heard of several large-scale criminal cases he created." Han Zhan said a few words casually. It was a big incident, and Song Ci was shocked to hear that those accidents were all criminal incidents she had seen in the reports.

Song Ci could already imagine what a vicious and cruel person Edward was.

"After I was taken away by my father, I was forced to accept their family's education method, which was an inhumane education. In order to make me invulnerable to all poisons, my father injected me with all kinds of poisons since I was a child. Becoming a poison in human form. When I was four years old, I had to complete the baptism ceremony of my family. I still remember what the boy I hurt looked like."

Song Ci found that Han Zhan, who was calm and calm in the face of any major incident, actually trembled his eyelashes in fear at this moment.

"We have four brothers and sisters in total. I have an older brother, and a younger sister and younger brother. Among the four of us, only the eldest is the most favored by my father. He always calls him 'son'. To us, they are all Just call me by name."

The last time I came back from Brunei, Han Zhan told Song Ci something about their brothers and sisters on the plane. Hearing this, Song Ci boldly guessed: "Is your eldest brother the child born to him by your father's first love?"

Han Zhan suddenly opened his eyes and nodded to Song Ci. "yes."

Song Ci couldn't bear to think about the other three children's reactions every time they saw their father looking at the eldest son with loving and satisfied eyes, but being indifferent to them. You must be very disappointed, right? How can we not be disappointed? They are also children. Why do they have to be squeezed and bullied like animals, but the eldest son can be loved by his father?

"When I found out that my younger sister and younger brother were just the children of my father's mistress, and that my eldest brother was the child of my father's first love, I hated my eldest brother's mother very much. I radically believed that the pain of our three brothers and sisters was caused by That woman brought it to us.”

"If it weren't for that woman, my father wouldn't have found so many substitute lovers! If there were no substitute lovers, we wouldn't exist at all, and we wouldn't have to suffer those sins! At that time, I was only five or six years old, and I really hated living. I always fantasize about death taking me away."

Song Ci was frightened when he heard this.

She felt a little sorry for Han Zhan at that time.

Han Zhan raised his right hand and touched Song Ci's cheek through his leather glove, his eyes gradually lost.

Han Zhan's voice sounded far and near, and he said, "You really look like her."

Song Ci's heart trembled slightly. "Like who?" The absurd guess in her mind became increasingly clear.

Han Zhan did not answer Song Ci's question, but said: "My father's room is full of photos of that woman, with her smiling, playing the piano, and losing her temper. I accidentally broke into my father's room and saw The room was full of pictures of women, and I felt very scared at the time. It was like I had walked into a secret room, and was stared at by countless identical faces, with happy or sad, crying or laughing eyes. I was so scared that my hair was down. Everyone stand on their heads!"

"When my father found out that I had broken into his room, he was very angry. He beat me up. The beating made me lie down for a week. Because of the deep pain, I had a special impression of that woman. Deep. It wasn’t until I grew up that I found out the identity of that woman and learned her name.”

"What's it called?" Song Ci couldn't wait to ask.

Han Zhan said: "My name is Jiang Shiyu."

Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief and thought that her mother's name was Jiang Mengmeng. Her previous guesses must have been wrong.

Han Zhan saw Song Ci's relieved expression, but frowned. "Song Ci, do you know? You went to Zeus for an interview half a year ago. When I first saw you, I felt that you were very familiar."

Song Ci still remembered the day of the interview. She asked Han Zhan: "Why are we familiar? Is it because I look like your mother?"

"No." Han Zhan shook his head and said, "On the way home, I kept thinking about where I had seen you. When I got home, I vaguely guessed your identity, so I looked for my mother's photo. Staring at my mother's appearance, I finally understood why you gave me a sense of familiarity. Because of you."

Han Zhan covered his eyes with his arms. He sighed and murmured, "That face of yours is the source of my pain."

Song Ci lost consciousness as if he had received an electric shock.

She gradually regained her rationality and asked Han Zhan for confirmation with a trembling voice: "My mother, my mother Jiang Mengmeng is your father's first love. Is my guess correct?"

Without answering Song Ci directly, Han Zhan sat up. He stared at the dark gray ground and suddenly said: "Jiang Mengmeng, formerly known as Jiang Shiyu, is a British Chinese. His elder brother Jiang Shifeng is currently the chief pianist of the 'Angel' orchestra."

Turning to stare at Song Ci with a dull expression, Han Zhan shattered all the luck in Song Ci's heart. "Song Ci, do you understand? Your mother Jiang Mengmeng is my father's first love! Because of her, my mother, Arang's mother, have all become innocent scapegoats!"

Han Zhan pulled his hair in pain. He was like a wild beast that had fallen into a hunter's trap and couldn't find an exit.

Han Zhan murmured in pain: "I know your mother did nothing wrong. It was my father who really deserved to be cut to pieces! But Song Ci, I hate your mother so much!"

"Remember, in the hospital, when I treated you as a spy and pinched your neck, I really wanted to kill you! But when you begged me to cooperate with you and let me marry you, I An evil thought came into my mind.”

That thought was so despicable that Han Zhan was so ashamed that he didn't have the courage to continue talking.

Song Ci was also a little confused. When she heard this, she suddenly shouted: "Go on! Don't you dare to say what you think and do?"

After being yelled at by Song Ci, Han Zhan's spirits perked up.

He looked at Song Ci uneasily and whispered: "I was thinking at that time that I could marry you, and then treat you twice as well, like boiling a frog in warm water, and let you drown completely in my gentle embrace."

"When you fall in love with me so much, I will take you to see my father. I will show him that the woman he cannot love has already married another man and given birth to a child! Let him see Understand that his whole life is a joke!”

Song Ci looked calm.

She was neither angry nor surprised, but asked calmly: "Then you haven't thought that when I know the truth, I will also be sad and sad? Have you never thought that your father would be so angry? Maybe he will kill me? And your brother named Arang, he wants to kill me more than anyone else!"

Song Ci's three questions directly made Han Zhan speechless.

Song Ci remembered another thing. She said: "The night we went to Shenxiang Restaurant for dinner after receiving the certificate, I cried bitterly on the street because I felt wronged. When you hugged me and comforted me, you once said that you would marry me. I also have other plans.”

Song Ci clearly remembered Han Zhan’s exact words at that time. He said:

[Song Ci, how do you know that you are approaching me out of deliberate intentions, and that if I keep you, you have some ulterior motive? 】

[Don’t feel sorry for me, please make good use of me. 】

"Actually, what you said at that time was true, but what you pictured was not my beauty and body, but my face and my identity as Jiang Shiyu's daughter! You asked me to make good use of you, didn't you? Because you are generous, but because you are also using me!"

Unexpectedly, Song Ci could even remember this incident clearly, which made Han Zhan feel surprised and uneasy.

"I ask you, is that true?" Song Ci's face turned completely cold.

Han Zhan: "Yes."

Snapped!

Song Ci slapped Han Zhan hard.

Han Zhan's left cheek was burning, and his head was turned sideways by Song Ci's slap.

Song Ci, who loved him so much, actually slapped him.

You may all have an impression of the foreshadowing in the photo, but did you notice that Han Zhan’s words were also my foreshadowing?