Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Han Zhan had been kicked and punched before, but this was the first time he was slapped.

Han Zhan slowly turned back and looked at Song Ci. Song Ci's face turned red with excitement, and the right hand that had hit Han Zhan was still trembling. Even though he was the one who was beaten, Han Zhan felt sorry for Song Ci.

Han Zhan tried to reach out and squeeze Song Ci's hand. Song Ci struggled but could not break free. Han Zhan touched Song Ci's red palm and lowered his eyelids to cover up the regret and shame in his eyes. He asked Song Ci: "Corcelain treasure, does it hurt?"

Song Ci looked at her hands and then at Han Zhan's left cheek, which had five new fingerprints. Her breathing was painful.

"Han Zhan, our marriage has impure motives. From the beginning, I needed your protection and used your identity to take revenge on Mu Mian. If I use you, you can also use me, which is fair. But Han Zhan, Can't you just be like me and use me to speak out openly? Do you have to be so despicable? Do you have to make me feel sick!"

The word disgusting came out of Song Ci's mouth, and Han Zhan's heart suddenly went into chaos. He grabbed Song Ci's wrist tightly and looked up at her. The whites of his gray-blue eyes were bloodshot.

"Song Ci, please listen to what I have to say." Han Zhan's tone was urgent, fearing that Song Ci would abandon him and walk away.

Song Ci suppressed the anger and resentment in her heart, barely maintained a calm mood, gritted her teeth and said, "Say, tell me everything clearly."

Han Zhan told Song Ci: "When I first brought you from Mu's house to live with me, I did have such an ulterior motive. But on the first day we lived together, I accidentally broke your treasure box. , I discovered that the safety buckle you had collected as a treasure for eight years was the safety buckle I lost at the earthquake rescue site, and I realized that you were the little girl I had sacrificed my life to save."

"At that moment, I felt ashamed of my dirty thoughts. At that time, I was thinking, this is the little girl I personally brought back from hell. How could I hurt her?"

Song Ci also remembered what Han Zhan said.

She remembered clearly that in the garage downstairs, when Han Zhan was helping her get something, he accidentally dropped her precious wooden box on the ground. The safety buckle fell and fell out. She was afraid that the safety buckle would be broken. Song Ci quickly picked up the safety buckle and held it for a while feeling distressed.

Song Ci's ears felt a little hot at the thought of blowing and touching the pendant in front of the owner of the pendant.

She was annoyed and angry.

Han Zhan told Song Ci: "The day I really fell in love with you and decided to give up using you to deal with my father was the day I received the certificate."

Song Ci tried to recall what happened that day, but she only remembered that they received the certificate, and then went to Shenxiang Restaurant for dinner in the evening. After the meal, because Han Zhan gave her a bank card, the two of them had their first time together. There was an awkward moment.

As for the other things, Song Ci couldn't remember clearly.

Han Zhan knew that Song Ci had forgotten it, but he still remembered it clearly. While recalling the scene that day, he said: "On the way home after receiving the certificate, we put on rings for each other, and then you snatched my fake finger and put it on for me yourself. You said something at that time, you say"

Under Han Zhan's reminder, Song Ci suddenly remembered everything, and she said those words: "Brother Han, from now on, I can only touch your right hand and your tie." She seemed to be like this at the time. Said.

Hearing Song Ci's words, Han Zhan's eyes burst into scorching light. "Yes! That's it!" It was exactly word for word.

"You don't even know how excited I was the moment I heard those words. The heartbeat didn't even feel like mine. At that time, I knew, oh no, I might be attracted to you. As I was with you later As we get along, I fall into you step by step."

Han Zhan looked up at Song Ci and said resignedly: "The frog that was cooked in warm water was not you, it was me." The person who started the fire ended up being the frog that jumped into the warm water.

"When I knew that Arang noticed you, I was really scared that day. It was at that moment that I realized clearly that I could no longer push you into my father's fire pit as I planned. I actually So afraid that you will be hurt."

"The moment I decided to tell you about Arang's identity, I gave up."

Han Zhan's back, which was always as straight as a pine tree, bent in front of Song Ci for the first time. He pressed his forehead against the back of Song Ci's hand, and his shoulders shook as if

He cried?

Tears fell on the back of Song Ci's hand, dripping down her fingers and onto the sofa.

Song Ci was a little stunned.

Will Han Zhan cry too?

Seeing Han Zhan crying in grief, the anger in Song Ci's heart was extinguished little by little, and she began to feel sorry for him again.

Song Ci heard Han Zhan say in a painful tone: "Song Ci, I know you and your mother are innocent, but I have a grudge in my heart! I once watched my father kill my mother, and I held her in my arms Mom who was dying and bleeding, do you know what my father said at that time? He said: Han Mulan, if it weren't for your face, I would make your life worse than death."

"You see how ridiculous it is, she was killed by him, and you have to be grateful that he showed mercy and did not torture or abuse her."

Song Ci was not Han Zhan, so she could not sympathize with the painful experiences he had endured as a child, but after hearing these words, she felt bad in her heart.

Song Ci was very confused. She didn't want to face Han Zhan anymore, so she said, "Han Zhan, let me go."

Han Zhan thought Song Ci was leaving him, so he quickly hugged Song Ci's waist and begged her to stay. "Song Ci, don't leave! Don't you want me anymore?"

Song Ci was silent for a while, then put her hands on Han Zhan's head. "Han Zhan, I won't leave you. I want to stay at Yan Jiang's house tonight. Please leave me alone for a while."

If we continue to make trouble, we can't understand this matter.

Hearing this, Han Zhan still refused. "If you want to calm down alone, then you stay here while I leave." He would never allow Song Ci to leave this home. He was afraid that if Song Ci left, he would never come back again.

Song Ci noticed that Han Zhan was too tense and didn't want to anger him, so he agreed. "Okay, you go out."

Han Zhan reluctantly let go of her waist, put on his slippers, and walked to the door with his head turned three times. When Han Zhan lowered his head to change his shoes, he heard Song Ci calling his name. "Han Zhan!"

Han Zhan looked up in surprise, thinking that Song Ci wanted him to stay.

Song Ci stood in the middle of the living room, a pair of inquiring eyes falling on Han Zhan.

The expression on Song Ci's face was like crying. She asked Han Zhan: "Let me ask you, in the past six months, you have been nice to me, loved me and taken care of me. Is it really just to trick me into falling in love with you?"

Biting her red lips, Song Ci looked at Han Zhan with tears in her eyes, and asked, "Have there been so many times that you just wanted to be nice to me?"

A flash of pain flashed in Han Zhan's eyes, and he said, "Whether you believe it or not, but Song Ci, every time I treat you well, I can't help it." After that, he opened the door and walked out.

After Han Zhan disappeared from the house, Song Ci suddenly felt that this home was so big and empty.

She turned around and prepared to go upstairs. When she passed the sofa, she stopped and glanced towards the middle of the sofa. The surface of the black sofa was wet but not yet dry.

Song Ci stretched out her hands and looked at her fingers, as if she could still feel the warmth of Han Zhan's tears.

She should hate Han Zhan, but her heart ached for Han Zhan.

There was no cure for her. -

Han Zhan drove the car around this bustling city for a long time, and finally parked the car in front of the villa on the mountainside.

No matter how people grow up, whether they are children or old age, when they are wronged or bullied, the first place they think of is always their home.

When Zhong Buhui heard the sound of the car, he quickly turned on a light in the room, got out of bed and walked to the window, and glanced at the courtyard door downstairs.

Seeing Han Zhan's car coming, Zhong Buhui hurriedly put on his down jacket and went downstairs to open the door for Han Zhan. "Zhan Zhan, why are you here so late?"

Zhong Buhui reached out and took Han Zhan's hand, only to find that Han Zhan's hand was cold. He quickly pulled Han Zhan into the house and into the hall. With the bright light, Zhong Buhui discovered that Han Zhan's eyes were red.

With his heart pounding, Zhong Buhui poured hot water for Han Zhan and asked tentatively, "Did you have a fight with Song Yatou?" Zhong Buhui turned around and handed the water glass to Han Zhan. "Here, drink some hot water."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhong."

Han Zhan held the tea cup with both hands and sat down on the Taishi chair where his grandfather loved to sit. Han Zhan just drank tea in silence, with no intention of speaking.

Zhong Buhui stayed with him. It was really cold at night, so Zhong Buhui lit the fire in the fireplace in the living room.

The room was gradually getting warmer. Zhong Buhui heard slow footsteps upstairs. He glanced at Han Zhan and reminded him: "The old man should be coming down."

Han Zhan then stood up and changed his position to sit down.

Han Aoyu was wearing a thick and warm pajama jacket and fluffy slippers, holding on to the railing as he slowly walked downstairs. He stood behind the Grand Master's chair, staring at the slap mark on Han Zhan's left face, and slowly narrowed his vicious eyes of vicissitudes of life.

Han Aoyu sat down on his chair, and Zhong Buhui hurriedly handed a cup of hot water to the old man.

The old man took a sip of water, moistened his throat, and then looked at Han Zhan.

Looking at the red and swollen slap mark on Han Zhan's left face, Han Aoyu could imagine how angry Song Ci was when he slapped Han Zhan. Han Aoyu suddenly spoke with emotion: "Everyone will pay for the mistakes they make. Han Zhan, have you ever felt regret?"

Han Zhan was a little stunned when he suddenly heard this. "Grandpa, how did you know?"

Han Aoyu crossed his legs and leaned against the Taishi chair. He closed his eyes and said, "When I first met Song Ci, I felt that Song Ci looked familiar. Your Uncle Zhong said it might be because Song Ci looks a bit like your mother." Because of that. After I got home, I looked at the photos of Mulan when she was young and felt that something was still wrong."

"On your wedding day, Song Yatou wore a red dress. I stared at her, and the familiar feeling became stronger and stronger. After the wedding, when I returned to the room to rest, I suddenly remembered a person. I understand why Girl Song always gives me a familiar feeling. Because she looks so much like the first love Edward fell in love with!"

"I remember, that woman seemed to be named Jiang Shiyu." Recalling Jiang Shiyu, Han Aoyu's expression was a little complicated. "The last time I saw Jiang Shiyu was 33 years ago. I have rarely seen that woman's intelligence, forbearance and wisdom in my life, so I was deeply impressed by her."

As for how smart and tolerant Jiang Shiyu was, Han Aoyu did not tell Han Zhan in detail.

"Han Zhan, people who have suffered hardships and injuries will have deep memories. It is impossible for you not to know Jiang Shiyu. So, if I can detect the similarities between Song Yatou and Jiang Shiyu, you must be able to too."

"I'm going to make a bold guess that you, who have always been single before, suddenly decided to marry Song Yatou, must be holding an ulterior secret. I'm thinking that you may want to use Song Yatou to deal with Edward."

Under Han Aoyu's old and sharp eyes, Han Zhan was shocked. After all, he is grandpa. Even though he is old, he is still an old fox. Han Zhan lowered his head in shame. He was like a transparent person who could be seen through by Han Aoyu from the inside out.

Seeing Han Zhan lowering his head and saying nothing, Han Aoyu snorted coldly and asked him: "Is my analysis correct?"

Han Zhan's voice was as light as a mosquito: "Grandpa, you guessed it right."

"Ha! Han Zhan, Han Zhan, you are so confused!" Han Aoyu was so angry that he directly raised his leg to step on Han Zhan's feet. Han Aoyu pressed down on Han Zhan's leather shoes and stepped hard. Han Zhan frowned slightly in pain and did not move his feet.

Zhong Buhui watched with cold eyes and did not make a sound to dissuade him. At this time, the more he persuaded Han Aoyu, the angrier he became.

After Han Aoyu finished breathing out his breath, he took his foot back.

He satirized Han Zhan: "Han Zhan, you are so stupid! Whether it is Song Yatou or Jiang Shiyu, they are not wrong at all. The wrong person is the beast who took the initiative to provoke your mother!"

Han Zhan didn't understand this truth. He felt painful. He said: "I know Jiang Shiyu is innocent, but what happened to her when she was a child made me want to hate her." Not only him, but also his younger brothers and sisters They all also hated Jiang Shiyu deeply.

If it weren't for Jiang Shiyu, the beauty and troublemaker, they wouldn't have to be born, and they wouldn't have to suffer those sins!

Han Aoyu felt uncomfortable when he recalled the dense pinholes on Han Zhan's body when he first found him. He couldn't even imagine what a terrifying evil person he would be now if he hadn't snatched Han Zhan back and raised him by his side, and if he had been allowed to grow up beside Edward.

Han Aoyu looked at Han Zhan and shook his head. This child who was excellent in all aspects had let him down for the first time. "Han Zhan, you think you can be calm about Song Yatou. Do you think you can really be ruthless and use Song Yatou to deal with Edward?" . But I didn’t expect that in the end, the person who really fell into the emotional pit was you."

"Those who plot against love will eventually be avenged by love. Han Zhan, you are so confused!"

Those who plot against love will eventually be avenged by love

Hearing this, Han Zhan just smiled bitterly, with a rare expression of vulnerability and helplessness on his face. "Grandpa, you have rich experience. Tell me, what should I do now?" Han Zhan didn't know who to go to for help, so he could only come to his grandfather.

Grandpa stared in anger, "What do you mean I'm experienced?"

Han Zhan whispered: "You used to make grandma angry, and you always slept in the study room." Seeing Han Aoyu's face becoming more and more angry, Han Zhan did not dare to say anything else.

Han Aoyu really wanted to kick Han Zhan out.

It's okay to be angry, but your grandson's life-long event cannot be blown away like this. Han Aoyu told Han Zhan: "In a few days, you will bring Song Yatou to the Mid-level Villa to celebrate the New Year and stay here for a few days."

Han Zhan asked: "What if she doesn't come?"

Han Aoyu rolled his eyes at Han Zhan angrily, "Then I'll just kick her and get single again. I've been single for ten years, what's the difference if I'm single for another few decades?"

Han Zhan: ""

He must coax Song Ci to come to his grandfather's house to celebrate the New Year. -

Early the next morning, Song Ci was carrying a garbage bag and planned to go downstairs to take out the garbage. As soon as the door was opened, a black shadow fell in along with the door.

Song Ci was startled. She took a closer look and realized it was Han Zhan.

Han Zhan stood up holding on to the door frame and saw Song Ci and the garbage bag in her hand clearly. He reached out to take the garbage bag in Song Ci's hand. "Go take out the trash, I'll do it."

The two people's hands touched together, and Song Ci was shocked to find that Han Zhan's hands were as cold as ice.

Last night the outdoor temperature was minus two degrees Celsius

"Han Zhan, were you always guarding the door last night?" Song Ci had a complicated mood.

Han Zhan took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his nose, and then nodded and said: "I'm afraid that you will look for me, and I'm afraid that you won't find me if I go too far, so I don't dare to go far." But Song Ci last night The door was never opened at all.

Song Ci subconsciously said: "I thought you went to the hotel." Facing Han Zhan's aggrieved expression, Song Ci became angry and spoke indiscriminately. "Han Zhan, your brain was caught in the door. What should you do if you catch a cold? Why, you still want to use the bitter meat trick to see me feeling sorry for you?"

Han Zhan stared at the furious Song Ci, not angry but a little happy.

Han Zhan asked Song Ci in a low voice: "Song Ci, are you feeling sorry for me?"

Song Ci laughed angrily, "I feel sorry for you, you idiot! If you like to stay at the door, just stay at the door!" Song Ci closed the door and left Han Zhan and the garbage outside.

Han Zhan touched his nose and went downstairs to throw away the trash.

He was so cold that he felt a little numb. When he walked, his feet dragged his heavy body, and he always felt like he would fall to the ground in the next second. After throwing away the trash, Han Zhan returned to the elevator, leaned against the elevator wall, and wiped his nose again.

Ding--

Han Zhan walked out of the elevator slowly.

The door to his house has not been replaced, and it is still the one with a lock. Han Zhan didn't take the key when he came out last night. He walked to the door, raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, only to find that there was a crack in the door.

Staring at the crack in the door, Han Zhan's heart quietly opened, and a beam of light came in.

Han Zhan stood at the door for a while, then opened the door and walked into the house. After entering the house, Han Zhan deliberately made some noise while changing his shoes to let Song Ci know that he was back.

Han Zhan was relieved when he didn't hear Song Ci telling him to get lost.

Seeing Song Ci busy in the kitchen, Han Zhan thought Song Ci was making breakfast. He boldly walked over and wanted to help Song Ci cook. As soon as he walked into the kitchen, he found that Song Ci was not cooking, but making ginger tea.

Han Zhan stared at the pot of ginger tea, feeling sweet in his heart. "Ci Bao, are you cooking this for me?"

Song Ci was expressionless as she said, "There is a stray cat downstairs. I was worried that they would catch a cold, so I cooked something for them."

"I know, that cat's name is Han Zhan. I'll help you deliver it later." Han Zhan decided to be a cat from now on.

Song Ci's lips curved.

She turned down the heat, pushed Han Zhan away and walked to the living room. When she turned around, Han Zhan suddenly hugged her.

Han Zhan was tall and strong, with long and powerful arms. Song Ci couldn't break away from him when he was holding her like this.

Song Ci sneered and satirized Han Zhan: "What are you doing? Have you watched too many TV series? After the quarrel, do you want to imitate the hero and heroine, hug and kiss each other and go to bed, and we will quarrel at the end of the bed and make up at the end of the bed?"

Han Zhan shook his head and said, "No, I'm just dizzy. Please let me sit back for a while."

Finding that the head next to her cheek was a little hot, Song Ci realized that Han Zhan had a fever. She cursed something in a low voice and then pushed Han Zhan away. "You have a fever, go sit on the sofa."

Han Zhan didn't even know he had a fever, but he still walked to the sofa and sat down obediently.

Song Ci found a thermometer and measured Han Zhan's temperature. "Forty degrees." Song Ci scolded Han Zhan: "If you add two more degrees, you will be burned into a fool."

Han Zhan felt so cold.

He sat on the sofa and trembled, saying, "You can't be stupid. If you are stupid, your wife will run away."

Song Ci looked at him deeply, then turned and went upstairs. She came downstairs with a thin throw in her arms. "Cover it!" Song Ci threw the blanket onto Han Zhan.

Han Zhan covered his chest and legs with a blanket. He lay on the sofa, his whole body was about to become useless. Song Ci went into the kitchen and poured a bowl of ginger tea, brought it out, fed it to Han Zhan, and then went to look for medicine.

After searching around, no cold medicine was found at home, so Song Ci had to take the car keys and go outside to buy medicine.

Han Zhan quickly sat up and said to her, "I'll go with you."

"Lie down well, why are you running around!" Song Ci fixed Han Zhan on the sofa with one look.

Song Ci quickly went downstairs and went to the pharmacy outside the community to buy some antipyretics and cold medicine. When she returned home, she called Han Zhan. "Han Zhan, take medicine."

Han Zhan seemed to be asleep. He opened his mouth and breathed, but his body was shaking. This situation was very similar to a convulsion caused by a fever.

Song Ci hurriedly put down the medicine, walked over and touched Han Zhan's forehead. The back of his hand was so hot that he took it back. "Han Zhan!" Song Ci panicked and pushed Han Zhan's shoulder.

Han Zhan didn't respond.

Song Ci was frightened, and she dragged Han Zhan to the hospital. But Han Zhan was too heavy, and Song Ci couldn't lift him at all.

Song Ci noticed a few days ago that the owner of the house downstairs that had been vacant finally moved in. Song Ci planned to go downstairs to ask someone to help.

The privacy of their community is very good. Each owner's access card can only lead to the elevator on his own floor. Song Ci couldn't take the elevator downstairs and had to take the fire escape.

Song Ci ran downstairs and politely knocked on the neighbor's door downstairs. "Hello neighbor, are you at home? I am your neighbor who lives upstairs. My name is Song Ci. My lover is sick and fainted. Can you help me carry him to the garage downstairs?"

Inside the door, a pair of brown eyes stared at the figure in the monitor, not in a hurry to open the door.

She picked up the phone and called the property manager first. After confirming that the female owner upstairs was named Song Ci, she opened the door a crack and said to Song Ci outside, "Wait a minute, I'll put on a coat."

A low and sweet voice passed into Song Ci's ears, and the gender could not be distinguished.

Song Ci nodded, and after waiting for a while, the other party opened the door again and walked out.

Song Ci's new neighbor downstairs is a young man who is nearly 1.8 meters tall. She wears a leather jacket, casual and loose overalls and flat shoes. Her hair reaches her shoulders, and she has a beauty that is hard to distinguish between male and female.

Song Ci was stunned for a moment, then asked uncertainly: "Neighbor?"

The neighbor said: "Hello, my name is Jiang Bi. I just moved here not long ago."

The voice is that of a girl.

"Hello, sorry to trouble you."

Jiang Bi closed the door, walked to the elevator, and swiped the card. The elevator door opened, and Song Ci and Jiang Bi walked in together.

Song Ci swiped her owner's card, and the elevator automatically went up. Song Ci took Jiang Bi home. She told Jiang Bi, "My lover is a little heavy. Please help me lift his legs. Just don't let him fall."

Jiang Bi stared at Han Zhan's figure and said, "I'll carry it."

Song Ci was taken aback, and she subconsciously said: "He weighs 1,670 pounds, you can't carry him." The new neighbor looked quite thin, and Song Ci didn't think she could carry Han Zhan.

"It's okay, I'm strong." Jiang Bi bent down in front of the sofa and said to Song Ci, "Help him up."

Song Ci quickly helped Han Zhan up. Jiang Bi grabbed Han Zhan's arms and literally carried him on his back.

After carrying Han Zhan on his back, Jiang Bi's gait was not laborious when walking. Song Ci was taken aback, thinking that a person really cannot be judged by appearance. She looked like a rather thin girl, but she was quite strong.

With Jiang Bi's help, Song Ci packed Han Zhan into the car with her. Song Ci sat in the driver's seat and said to Jiang Bi, "Miss Jiang, I really want to thank you this time!"

Jiang Bi shook his head, "It's okay."

Jiang Bi turned around and left.

Song Ci drove to the hospital, thinking, this new neighbor is so cold. -

For people like Han Zhan, who had not caught a cold for many years, his symptoms were particularly severe when he caught a cold. The doctor directly issued a hospitalization order to Han Zhan, asking him to be hospitalized and given an injection to reduce the fever as soon as possible.

When Han Zhan woke up, there was a needle inserted into the back of his hand, but Song Ci was not there.

When Long Yu saw that Han Zhan was awake, he quickly walked to the bed. Knowing what Mr. Han was looking for, Long Yu told Han Zhan: "Madam went downstairs to buy toiletries for you, but she hasn't left yet."

Han Zhan felt relieved.

His mobile phone was charging and he asked Long Yu to get it for him.

Han Zhan turned on his phone and saw many missed calls. He called back one by one. Finally, he made a call to Li Li and Bei Zhan. On the phone, Han Zhan told them in a weak voice: "I have a bad cold, which has caused a lung infection and requires hospitalization. In the past few days before the year before, I'd like to trouble you two to work harder."

Han Zhan's weak and hoarse voice scared the two people opposite him. Bei Zhan said hurriedly: "Mr. Han, take good care of your health. Don't worry about the company. Li Li and I will arrange everything."

“Then thank you for your hard work.”

After hanging up the phone, Han Zhan threw the phone on the bedside table, lifted the quilt and stood up, not even half as weak as when he was on the phone just now. Long Yu's eyes were a little complicated, thinking that Bei Zhan and Li Li were really kind and easy to deceive.

Han Zhan walked around the room for a while, thinking that Song Ci would be back soon, and then lay down on the bed.

When Song Ci came back with her things, she saw that Han Zhan had woken up, but he looked very sick and pitiful. Song Ci put down her things and told Han Zhan, "You had a fever and convulsions. It was the neighbor downstairs who carried you downstairs."

Han Zhan asked feebly: "The neighbor downstairs? Jiang Bi?"

"you know?"

Han Zhan said: "I remember the identity and appearance of the owner of our building. The neighbor downstairs is named Jiang Bi, and he is Jiang Jiagang's child."

"Jiang family?" There are several Jiang families in Wangdong City, but I don't know which Jiang family Jiang Bi is from. Song Ci asked curiously: "Which Jiang family?"

Han Zhan said: "The Jiang family of Haomei Pharmaceutical Group."

Song Ci knew the Jiang family. She said, "That Jiang family only has a daughter and a thirteen-year-old adopted son. What's going on with Jiang Bi?"

Han Zhan took a sip of water first, and then spoke slowly: "Eighteen years ago, a pair of 4-year-old twins born to Jiang Weimin, the founder of Haomei Pharmaceutical Group, were kidnapped and disappeared, and their whereabouts are unknown. Over the years, the Jiang family's People have been looking for those two children, and finally found the children last year. Unfortunately, Director Jiang’s son has passed away.”

"So Jiang Bi is the daughter that the Jiang family found from outside last year?"

"Yes. Jiang Bi and her brother are the children of Jiang Weimin and his ex-wife. After the children disappeared, Mrs. Jiang became depressed and died ten years ago. The current daughter of the Jiang family is the daughter of Director Jiang who married his second wife five years ago. Born by my wife.”

"So that's the case, I didn't even know."

Thinking of Jiang Bi's strength, Song Ci was a little envious. "Our neighbor is really strong. Really, you are so heavy for a man, and she actually carried you on her back alone. She didn't even take a breath all the way downstairs."

"Really?" Han Zhan remembered that Jiang Bi was a girl who looked very slender. He said, "Some people look thin, but they are actually very strong. This is not surprising."

"When you are discharged from the hospital, we will thank her properly. If it weren't for Jiang Bi's help, you might have burned yourself into a fool."

"It's time to thank people."

The two talked calmly for a while, neither talking about the quarrel last night, as if it never happened if they didn't take the initiative to mention it. Han Zhan stayed in the hospital for two days. When the fever subsided and he was almost mentally recovered, he went home.

The day I went home was the 26th of the twelfth lunar month.

Song Ci went to a high-end fruit store and bought some high-quality fruits, and sent them to Jiang Bi with Han Zhan. Song Ci rang the doorbell and waited for a while before the door opened from the inside.

When he opened the door and saw Song Ci outside the door, Han Wangwang's eyes widened. "Little cousin, why is it you?"

Song Ci was even more surprised than Han Wangwang, "Wangwang, why are you at Jiang Bi's house?" Han Zhan, standing behind Song Ci, also asked Han Wangwang: "It's almost the Chinese New Year, why haven't you returned to Shunchen yet?"

Han Wangwang explained: "I have a flight tomorrow morning. Jiang Bi is my classmate. I will stay at her house tonight."

"Are you classmates?" Song Ci remembered that Han Wangwang was a student of law school, "Is Jiang Bi also a student of law school?"

"Um."

At this time, Jiang Bi came over. She was still dressed loosely and casually, with a cold expression. Seeing Han Wangwang chatting with Song Ci and the others, Jiang Bi asked Han Wangwang: "Do you know my upstairs neighbor?"

Han Wangwang nodded, she pointed at Han Zhan and told Jiang Bi: "This is my little cousin, and this beautiful lady is my little cousin."

Jiang Bi nodded, glanced at Han Zhan, and said, "Mr. Han, Mrs. Han, please come in."

The couple entered Jiang Bi's home carrying fruits.

Jiang Bi's house is a finely decorated room with a duplex floor, decorated in a light luxury style. Jiang Bi didn't say much. After she asked Song Ci and Han Zhan to sit down and made them a cup of tea, she had nothing to say.

Han Wangwang seemed to have regarded Jiang Bi's home as her own. She sat on the carpet of Jiang Bi's house, hugged Jiang Bi's waist, leaned on Jiang Bi's shoulder, and said to Song Ci: "Jiang Bi's people Well, little cousin, we are all neighbors. If you have any delicious food or drinks in the future, you have to remember my little Jiangjiang."

Jiang Bi was shocked by the name 'Xiao Jiangjiang'.

Han Zhan stared at Han Wangwang's sitting posture, frowned in displeasure, and scolded her: "You don't have any bones? You can't sit properly and you always lean on others. What does it look like?"

Being scolded by Han Zhan, Han Wangwang quickly sat up straight.

Song Ci said to Jiang Bi: "Jiang Bi, thank you so much for what happened last time. If you need any help in the future, just ask." Song Ci took out her mobile phone and said to Jiang Bi: " Let’s add WeChat so that neighbors can take care of us.”

While Jiang Bi was still hesitating, Han Wangwang took Jiang Bi's phone away and checked her friends with Song Ci. Returning the phone to Jiang Bi, Han Wangwang said to Jiang Bi: "If you have anything to do, just ask my little cousin. My little cousin is not only beautiful but also kind-hearted."

Jiang Bi nodded, "Okay."

The two sat at Jiang Bi's house for a while and then returned to their own home. After returning home, Song Ci told Han Zhan: "Wangwang and Jiang Bi have a really good relationship."

Han Zhan frowned and said, "Why do I think it's weird that those two people are so good to each other?" Han Zhan couldn't tell what was wrong.

Song Ci's imagination was wide open and she asked Han Zhan: "Does Wangwang like boys or girls?"

Han Zhan: ""

He was so frightened by Song Ci's question that he broke into a cold sweat.

I saw someone saying that the female protagonist is just using the male protagonist and has no right to beat him.

But babies, Song Ci made it clear and frank about using the male protagonist. But Han Zhan used Song Ci in a sneaky and shady way.