Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

From left to right on the stage, stood Jiang Guchuan, Cheng Yanmo, Han Zhan, and Yan Jiang. The order in which they stand determines the order in which they recite next.

Jiang Guchuan is a very delicate-looking young man, exuding a bookish atmosphere. His light blue suit makes him young and handsome. The microphone infinitely amplified his gentle and good voice, and he recited the condolences with great eloquence.

The second person to recite is Cheng Yanmo. Under the disguise of those silver-framed glasses, Cheng Yanmo looked low-key and reserved. Different from Jiang Guchuan's gentle voice like the spring breeze, Cheng Yanmo's voice was very cold, like cool spring water dripping on a smooth stone slab, with a chill in the sonorous tone.

But Cheng Yanmo is not the focus of everyone's attention tonight. The person who really attracts everyone's attention is the man standing in third place. The man was almost 1.9 meters tall, and even wearing a white handmade sweater could not block his strong aura.

After many years of military service, Han Zhan is still used to wearing a short haircut. Under his short hair, his eyebrows were high and sharp. Han Zhan has a pair of thick black eyebrows, which look sharp from a distance, but he also has a pair of tender blue eyes, which are deep and tender when he stares at the camera.

In terms of facial features, the four people on stage all have their own style, but when captured by the side shot, Han Zhan's facial lines are three-dimensional, which makes him even more powerful.

"It's late at night. Listen, whose child is crying for mother?" Han Zhan's voice was low and magnetic. As soon as he opened his mouth, a young girl underneath excitedly covered her ears with her hands and thought to herself : My ears are pregnant.

If ears could get pregnant, Song Ci would have given birth to a football team for Han Zhan by now.

They had only heard the sound of Han Zhan reciting attentively, and only she had heard the sound of him lying on her back in the dead of night, sighing with satisfaction. She was the only one who had ever heard the sound of his voice getting choked up as he cried.

Six minutes later, the four handsome men walked off the stage in a low-key manner. The audience was still discussing Han Zhan's identity, appearance and voice in low voices.

At 0:15, the party ended.

Song Ci waited for everyone else to leave, then stood up with her bag.

As soon as she turned around, Song Ci saw Han Zhan standing under the exit door. He was still wearing the panda sweater she knitted by herself. When he looked at her, his eyebrows were gentle. Even after making a mistake, Han Zhan did not dare to look directly at Song Ci.

He wanted to move closer to her, but he didn't have the courage to lift his legs.

Song Ci held up the hem of her skirt and walked up to Han Zhan. Wearing high heels, she had to raise her head slightly to look directly into Han Zhan's eyes.

Song Ci: "After tonight, everyone will know who you are."

Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's red lips and charming eyes. He said, "No matter who I am, I am just your husband." He carefully stretched out his right hand and gently pinched Song Ci's left hand with his leather glove. .

Song Ci could shake off Han Zhan's left hand without expression, but she would never be willing to take away Han Zhan's right hand.

Han Zhan knew very well how much Song Ci loved him. He tried to approach Song Ci, lowered his head slightly, put his mouth next to Song Ci's ear and whispered: "Ci Bao, the floor in the study is so hard. Tonight, I want to go back to the room to sleep."

No one knew that the handsome and domineering President Han slept on the study floor every night.

After a few days of cold war, Song Ci's anger was almost gone. She said: "You can sleep on the bed, but don't sleep on me."

Han Zhan raised his eyebrows, a little disappointed, but quickly cheered up. "good!"

The two held hands and walked out. As they approached the exit, Han Zhan took Song Ci to the first floor. "There may be reporters outside. Let's go to the underground garage." Han Zhan took the stage to perform a recitation tonight, which is equivalent to announcing his identity to everyone.

Everyone can see that Zeus International is about to surpass Shandong International and become the leading company in the country. And Han Zhan, standing on top of the giant dragon, deserves to be the center of attention. Tonight, I don’t know how many media outlets got wind of the news and wanted to interview Han Zhan for a few words.

The two came to the underground garage and got into Liang Bo's car.

Liang Bo had already received the news and knew that Mr. Han would take his car to avoid reporters tonight.

When Han Zhan and Song Ci got into the car, Liang Bo immediately handed the WeChat message he had just received to Han Zhan, "Mr. Han, look at this photo. Sure enough, there is a group of reporters blocking the door."

Han Zhan glanced at Liang Bo's mobile phone casually. The photo should have been taken by Liang Bo's agent. Sure enough, there were more than a dozen heavily armed reporters crowded at the exit.

Song Ci said: "It was so dangerous. Fortunately, we walked into the underground garage."

"Let's go."

Liang Bo sat in the passenger seat, and his assistant was responsible for driving. Han Zhan's eyes glanced repeatedly at Song Ci and Liang Bo, but those two people, one was scrolling on Weibo and the other was napping, and neither noticed Han Zhan's expression.

"Liang Bo."

The boy who was immersed in browsing Weibo suddenly heard Han Zhan calling him. He turned around and looked at Han Zhan, his slightly curly hair covering his shining eyes. "Mr. Han, what are your instructions?"

Han Zhan turned his head and glanced at Song Ci, who was already asleep, and asked softly: "Mr. Liang, our Song Ci is very beautiful, isn't it?" His voice sounded very light and gentle, but his gray-blue pair of His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of ice.

Liang Bo is no longer the out-of-stock person he used to be. Han Zhan's words sounded meaningless, but he understood what Han Zhan meant. Liang Bo had a strong desire to survive. He nodded and said, "Of course Mrs. Han is good-looking. She is really a match for Mr. Han."

Seeing that Liang Bo understood his hint, the look on Han Zhan's face became less gloomy and became a little brighter.

"Now that I know she is Mrs. Han, I still have to know how to avoid suspicion in private." Who knew how much he felt when he saw the photo of Song Ci and Liang Bo leaning against each other on Bei Zhan's mobile phone, smiling brightly like flowers? Gotta panic.

Liang Bo immediately thought of the group photo taken at noon today. He quickly raised his right hand and swore: "Mr. Han, please don't worry, I will definitely avoid suspicion in the future!"

"Yeah." Han Zhan said no more.

There was no words all the way. When they arrived at the gate of Han Zhan's community, Liang Bo's assistant stopped the car.

Han Zhan got out of the car, stood beside the car and put on his windbreaker to keep out the cold, then walked around to the other side and opened Song Ci's door.

Han Zhan bent down to pick up Song Ci's dinner bag, stuffed the small and exquisite bag into his large windbreaker pocket, then gently held Song Ci in his arms and got out of the car.

Liang Bo saw Han Zhan hugging Song Ci and leaving. He said, "Hmph, why do you think this man is so scary?"

The assistant groaned and rubbed his arms, and said, "Bo'er, the muscles in my arms have been tense during the whole drive. This Mr. Han is so scary. He doesn't look like a scary person at all."

Liang Bo shook his head, "What do you know? This is called aura. What is aura? It kills people invisible!"

Hengheng quickly started the car and left this place of right and wrong.

"Mr. Han, are you coming back so late?" The security guard recognized Han Zhan. Seeing that Han Zhan was holding a person in his arms and it was difficult to open the door, he took the initiative to open the door for Han Zhan.

Han Zhan nodded, thanked the security guard, and walked to their own building with Song Ci in his arms. Song Ci slept deeply and didn't even wake up all the way home. When he arrived at the door of his house, Han Zhan had to wake up Song Ci because he had to open the door.

Song Ci woke up after being placed on the ground by Han Zhan. She stood with her back against the wall, wearing a long black trench coat, long lazy hair and beautiful red lips. Her whole body exuded a sense of 'desire'.

Han Zhan stared at Song Ci for a while, then took out the key and opened the door.

Han Zhan suddenly said: "Let's change the lock. This kind of lock is still inconvenient."

Song Ci lazily raised his head, glanced at Han Zhan sideways, and then lowered his head again, as if he didn't want to pay attention to him, and even a second glance would be disgusting.

Han Zhan opened the door, turned on the light first, and then motioned for Song Ci to enter the room.

Song Ci carried her skirt into the house, her high heels making a thumping sound on the ground.

She didn't change her shoes, and the soles were not dirty, so she just entered the living room.

Han Zhan changed his shoes and looked up to see Song Ci standing in the middle of the living room taking off his coat.

The black coat slipped off her white shoulders, and the hem fell to the ground. She raised her head slightly, and her long hair fell behind her shoulders. Under the light, Song Ci's skin was so white that it glowed. Han Zhan stared at her, his Adam's apple rolling up and down several times.

He lowered his head to hide the lust in his eyes, fearing to scare Song Ci.

Han Zhan bent down to pick up Song Ci's coat. When he looked up, he found Song Ci staring at him, his eyes narrowed for some reason. Han Zhan asked her: "Why do you look at me like this?"

Song Ci suddenly said: "Han Zhan."

She raised her head slightly, her cheek close to Han Zhan's face, and her breath spread into Han Zhan's cochlea, which made her feel a little itchy. Song Ci: "Have you ever thought about it, if one day we separate. I will not only eat with Liang Bo, but I may also eat with Zhang Bo and Li Bo. Not only will we eat together, we will also kiss, "I know how to do it." Before she could say the word "love", Song Ci's throat was pinched by Han Zhan with his left hand.

That hand pinched Song Ci's thin, white throat, and it could be broken with just a little force.

Han Zhan put his thumb on Song Ci's chin, and held Song Ci's throat with his left hand and lifted it up. Song Ci was forced to look up and look up at Han Zhan.

Han Zhan's eyes turned red at some point. Han Zhan suddenly lowered his head and bit Song Ci with a rough movement, his eyes were evil and paranoid.

Song Ci was pushed by Han Zhan and staggered backwards. She leaned against the cold TV wall with her back.

Song Ci saw the wolf-like cruelty in Han Zhan's eyes.

Her legs were lifted up by Han Zhan and placed on his lap.

Song Ci felt a little cold.

She thought that if Han Zhan continued, she would never forgive him again. Just when Song Ci thought Han Zhan would completely lose control, Han Zhan suddenly stopped.

Holding Song Ci's face with both hands, Han Zhan's rough left thumb pressed against the end of Song Ci's eyes. He lowered his head and leaned on Song Ci's forehead. Han Zhan humbly admitted his mistake: "Song Ci, I apologize to you. I shouldn't lie to you, I shouldn't be so mean. You're right, whether you love someone or use someone, you should be honest."

"Brother Han, I'm sorry to let you down."

The words 'Brother Han let you down' hit Song Ci's heart.

Song Ci suddenly burst into tears.

"Han Zhan, do you know how good you are in my heart? I always thought that if there really is an angel in this world, that angel must be like Han Zhan in my heart."

"When I knew your despicable thoughts, the angel in my heart collapsed. Han Zhan, I admire you so much, how can you be so bad? You can clearly use me, but deceiving my feelings, who are you? Man!" Han Zhan really disappointed Song Ci.

Song Ci's words were like a hammer, nailing Han Zhan to the sofa, unable to move.

His mind went blank.

She said she considered him an angel.

But he destroyed that angel with his own hands.

"Han Zhan!" Song Ci grabbed the lapel of Han Zhan's sweater. She buried her head in Han Zhan's arms and cried, "Han Zhan, please give me back my angel, okay?"

Hearing this, Han Zhan's heart was broken.

"I'm sorry Ci Bao, I'm sorry. It's me who's obsessed with things and my intentions are evil. I swear I'll never lie to you again." Han Zhan hugged Song Ci and walked to the sofa to sit down. He hugged Song Ci like a child. . "Can you forgive this despicable me? Just give me this chance, okay?"

Song Ci was depressed in his arms and said nothing.

That night, Song Ci allowed Han Zhan to go back to his room and sleep. Lying on the familiar bed filled with Song Ci's body fragrance, Han Zhan relaxed after being tense for several days.

Beside Song Ci, Han Zhan quickly fell asleep.

The next morning, after Han Zhan got up for morning exercise and was getting ready to go to work, his phone suddenly rang, and it was a text message.

Subordinates never send text messages to Han Zhan. When reporting something, they always call him directly. Han Zhan opened the text message box and saw that the text message was from Song Ci. He raised his head and glanced towards the second floor in surprise. Song Ci might still be sleeping in the room, but he didn't see anyone.

Han Zhan opened the mailbox and saw Song Ci saying: [Whether I will forgive you or not depends on your performance. 】

Han Zhan's eyebrows instantly curved.

He came to the door of the master bedroom and knocked on the door. Song Ci remained silent inside, but Han Zhan knew that Song Ci was awake. He told Song Ci: "I went to work. I shouldn't work overtime at night. I cooked cod and seaweed dumplings. You get up and eat them quickly."

After Han Zhan left, Song Ci quickly opened the door and came downstairs.

As expected, there was a bowl of dumplings on the stove in the kitchen. Song Ci brought the dumplings to the dining room and ate them while scrolling through Weibo.

As she expected, # Zeus International CEO Han Zhan # has become the hottest topic on Weibo. Song Ci's private messages on Weibo have gone viral, with fans and non-fans alike leaving messages asking about Han Zhan's relationship with Zeus International.

Song Ci didn't even bother to explain. She thought about it and directly changed her Weibo profile. It turns out that Song Ci’s Weibo profile is: Fashionista, styling consultant for Murphy Fashion Magazine.

At eight o'clock in the morning on the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, netizens who followed Song Ci all discovered that Song Ci had updated his Weibo profile. The new profile only had nine words——

Song Ci, the proprietress of Zeus International.

!

Just nine words, worth hundreds of millions.

On this day, Song Ci's WeChat messages were also bombarded by her friends. She felt it was noisy, so she simply put her phone away and stayed at home to watch TV all day.

Just before noon, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

Song Ci looked outside through the peephole and saw that the person coming was Uncle Zhong, so she quickly opened the door. "Uncle Zhong, is it you?" She invited Zhong Buhui into the room and poured hot tea for Zhong Buhui.

"Uncle Zhong, why are you free to come here today?"

Zhong Buhui told Song Ci: "That's it, Girl Song. My son bought a new house the year before last and just moved to a new house this year. He picked me up to celebrate the New Year with him. I haven't celebrated the New Year with him for several years. This is not like moving to a new house." Well, I just want to spend the New Year with him."

"That's a good thing!" Uncle Zhong is going to his son's place to celebrate the New Year, and grandpa will be alone. Song Ci understood Zhong Buhui's purpose of coming, and before Zhong Buhui explained his purpose, Song Ci said, "Uncle Zhong, just go and don't worry about grandpa. Brother Han and I will go to the Mid-level Villa to celebrate the New Year this year."

He knew that Song Ci was an exquisite and good girl. When Zhong Buhui heard what she said, the smile on his face became much warmer.

"That's a good relationship. The old man originally wanted to invite you to celebrate the New Year together, but he was afraid that you young people would have your own plans, so he didn't call. But he bought meat early and specially set up a small room to smoke the bacon for you. And sausages, you’re in for a treat this year!”

Song Ci thought of Han Aoyu's enthusiasm in feeding her, and she felt a little worried about her weight after the new year.

After sending Zhong Buhui away, the hourly aunt came to clean the house on time.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and today is the last time of the year's cleaning, to get rid of the old, welcome the new, and remove filth. Today's workload is relatively heavy, so the part-time worker aunt brought her daughter, who is in high school, to help.

Song Ci couldn't sit still, so she also put on a mask and took a vacuum cleaner to help the hourly aunt do hygiene. It took two hours to complete the general cleaning. It’s hard to imagine that a house that is cleaned every three days can still sweep out so much dirt.

Song Ci took off the mask, washed her hands, and stopped her aunt and her daughter who were about to leave. "Aunt Shu, wait a minute. I'll give you some fruit. You can take it back and give it to your family to eat together."

Auntie and Song Ci were also old acquaintances. Knowing that Song Ci was polite and kind-hearted, Auntie Zhong agreed.

She was going back to the Mid-Levels Villa the day after tomorrow. There was still a lot of fruit in the refrigerator at home. Song Ci didn't want to waste it, so she packed all the fruits for Aunt Shu.

"Here, Aunt Shu."

Aunt Shu was surprised, "So many?"

"Not much. This year we are going to my grandpa's place to celebrate the New Year. We have a lot of fruits at home and we can't finish them all. Aunt Shu, please take them back and eat them. Don't waste them."

Hearing what Song Ci said, Aunt Shu didn't shirk anymore.

Song Ci took out another red envelope from his bag and gave it to Aunt Zhong's daughter. "Your name is Xiaolan, right? The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and my sister has given you a red envelope. Please accept it. I hope you will take the college entrance examination next year and get into a good university."

Xiaolan was a little surprised. She didn't accept the red envelope, but looked back at Aunt Zhong. Seeing her mother nodding, Xiaolan accepted the red envelope, thanked Song Ci, and left with her mother.

Song Ci leaned against the door, watching Aunt Shu and Xiaolan leaving with their companions, and suddenly thought of Du Tingting. The first year she came to Mu's house, Du Tingting also gave her a big red envelope on New Year's Day.

Song Ci felt heartbroken when he thought of Du Tingting. She really wanted to pay homage to Du Tingting, but there wasn't even a tombstone after Du Tingting died. -

Zeus International only had a holiday on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month. Han Zhan turned off the lights in the office and took the exclusive stairs downstairs. Song Ci was waiting for him in front of the building. Han Zhan didn't go to the underground garage and went directly to the lobby on the first floor.

He walked out of the elevator hall, and all the employees stopped and nodded to him to show respect: "Mr. Han, happy New Year."

"Mr. Han, are you off work? Happy New Year!"

"Mr. Han, Happy New Year!"

Han Zhan was still a little uncomfortable when so many people suddenly called him Mr. Han, but his face was tense and he looked calm and imposing. "Well, Happy New Year." He quickened his pace and walked toward the exit of the company with flying strides.

Without searching deliberately, Han Zhan saw Song Ci at a glance.

Song Ci wore a white shirt, a black A-line skirt, and a dark purple windbreaker. She had a graceful and sexy figure.

She stood in the sun wearing toad sunglasses, her long legs elegantly folded, and her eight-centimeter high heels made her long legs more slender and straight. Song Ci leaned against a red McLaren supercar, looking as beautiful as a superstar on a movie poster.

Seeing Han Zhan come down, Song Ci took off the toad mirror and patted it in her hand. She slightly raised her chin and looked at Han Zhan and asked him: "How is it? Do you have the aura of the proprietress of Zeus International?" In order to enhance her aura. At the scene, she also specially took out her mysterious weapon, the toad mirror.

In front of Song Ci, President Han couldn't help but laugh.

He walked towards Song Ci, stretched out his index finger to take away Song Ci's sunglasses, and then put them on for Song Ci. Staring at the beautiful porcelain white face in his palm, Han Zhan suddenly bent down and kissed Song Ci on the lips.

Knowing that Song Ci was wearing lipstick, Han Zhan's kiss was very gentle. "Boss Boss, you look so beautiful today."

The boss's wife blushed a little after being kissed by her boss. Touching the sports car behind him, Song Ci looked at the clear blue sky, cleared his throat, and then said, "What, the car is nice, I like it."

Han Zhan said: "It was specially chosen for you. How can the boss lady not have a standard supercar? The license plate number is sc811, which is the birthday of Song Ci and Song Ci."

Song Ci couldn't help but purse her lips and smile. "It's okay, it's easy to remember." She was already happy in her heart, but she still looked calm.

"As long as it's easy to remember." Han Zhan asked Song Ci, "Who will drive?"

Song Ci said: "I drove here, you can drive when you get back."

"good."

The sports car was a two-seater. When Han Zhan opened the door and was about to get in, he discovered a pair of flat sneakers on the driver's seat where his feet were placed. After imagining the scene where Song Ci parked the car downstairs of Yulong Building, took off his sneakers and put on high heels while hiding in the car, Han Zhan's eyes were filled with a smile.

"It's not safe to drive in high heels. Just leave your sneakers in the car. Remember to change your shoes when driving later." Han Zhan touched Song Ci's soft black hair and couldn't help but praise her: "Ci Bao is so good."

Song Ci slapped Han Zhan's hand away.

It is said that after a quarrel, the relationship between couples will be sublimated. Song Ci noticed that Han Zhan seemed to be more doting on her than before. When going to the supermarket, if Song Ci takes a second look at anything, Han Zhan will take it directly to the cart.

In the end, they bought three carts of items, and the staff helped deliver them to the garage. The cargo box of the sports car was too small to fit in. Finally, Han Zhan called an online car-hailing service and asked the driver to take his things home.

In the evening, Song Ci made a special trip downstairs and gave Jiang Bi some fruits and chocolates. She thinks girls should all like to eat this. Jiang Bi accepted the gift, and Song Ci opened the door the next morning and saw a box of Yakult at the door of his house.

There are four words written on the packaging bag of Yakult——

Thank you.

Jiang Bi.

Song Ci raised her eyebrows, thinking that her neighbor was quite cute.

Yakult is a good thing, cheap and delicious.

Song Ci moved her things into the house. She opened a can of Yakult and drank half of it when Han Zhan reached out and snatched it away. "What are you doing with something cold in winter?" Han Zhan threw the things into the trash can. After a while, he came over with a glass of warm water and stuffed it into Song Ci's hand.

Song Ci didn't refute him and drank the cup of bland warm water directly.

After not drinking warm water for a few days, Song Ci actually missed the taste.

After breakfast, Han Zhan called Song Ci into the study. Before entering the study, Song Ci imagined many scenarios. She thought Han Zhan was going to send her a New Year red envelope or give her a New Year gift. But when she arrived in the study, Han Zhan just handed her a piece of ink.

"Corcelain treasure, can you inkstone?"

Song Ci held the piece of Hui ink, her smile a little stiff. "Inkstone?"

"Um."

Song Ci said: "Yes."

Song Ci stood by the desk, diligently writing inkstone. Han Zhan spread out a piece of red paper, took out a writing brush, took off the glove on his right hand, took off the prosthetic leg, and held the brush shaft with only his thumb and ring finger. He dipped the tip of the pen in ink and wrote a sentence on the red paper. ——

The people are safe and the country is prosperous.

Song Ci's eyes lit up, "Brother Han's calligraphy is so good."

Han Zhan said: "This is what my grandmother asked my husband to teach me."

"I guess Brother Han's husband must be a great writer."

"Well, Master Cheng An is my calligraphy teacher."

"I know Master Cheng An. His calligraphy is indeed very good. I remember five years ago, a copybook he wrote was auctioned for three million."

"Um."

"It's a pity that the old man has passed away and I didn't have the honor to meet him." Song Ci wrote very well with a pen, especially the thin gold calligraphy, but she was not very good at calligraphy with a calligraphy brush.

"Sir, he passed away peacefully. When people get old, they will eventually leave." Han Zhan was very open-minded and told Song Ci: "There is a calligraphy master next to you. If you want to learn, I will teach you."

"No." Song Ci smiled playfully and said, "I'm afraid that the apprentice will starve to death after master."

"Then it depends on your ability."

While talking, Han Zhan put the written couplet aside and pressed it with a pen rest to let it dry. On another piece of paper, he wrote "Ode to good times and good weather".

Before writing the horizontal batch, Han Zhan asked Song Ci: "What should I write in the horizontal batch?"

Song Ci smiled lightly, "What else can it be? The country is peaceful and the people are safe."

"Well, you have the sharpest tongue, so I'll just listen to you."

Han Zhan wrote the words "Guotai Minan" and then put down his writing brush. He started to put on the prosthesis, and while putting it on, he said: "Ci Bao, I will leave our couplets to you. I will take this couplet to the Mid-Levels Villa later."

"good."

Song porcelain's writing brushes were not very good at writing, but they did not know how to write. Han Zhan stood aside and saw Song Ci writing in the first couplet——

Good mountains, good water, good wife.

He raised his eyebrows but did not stop Song Ci's performance, thinking that Song Ci's calligraphy looked like that.

In the second line, Song Ci wrote——

The silver that begets gold begets a thousand pieces of gold.

Horizontal batch——

Song Ci will be born.

After Han Zhan finished reading, he applauded silently, "Well written!"

Song Ci also followed Han Zhan's example and put the couplets on the bookshelf to find something to press them to dry.

As soon as the couplets were dry, Song Ci couldn't wait to post the couplets he wrote in front of the door. The reason why she was so bold was because she knew that no one else would see this exclusive house. If anyone really came, Song Ci would not post them on the door.

Without lunch, the couple took the couplets and some daily necessities purchased yesterday to the Mid-Levels Villa.

When passing by the Cheng family's old house, Song Ci looked at the Cheng family outside the window, her mind far away. The Cheng family celebrates the New Year very grandly and very well-behaved. Song Ci spent five or six years in the Cheng family, and none of them was relaxed and happy.

When Han Zhan saw her looking at the door of Cheng's house, he released a hand to hold Song Ci's head, straightened her cheek, and asked her to look at the forest in front of her. "Look at what other people do, look at your own."

Song Ci stared at her home in the mid-level villa and laughed.

The old man got up early. Although Zhong Buhui went to his son's place to celebrate the New Year, the two guards were still by his side. The yard of the mid-level villa was cleaned and red lanterns were hung under the eaves.

When Song Ci got out of the car, she smelled the aroma of food.

Hearing the sound of the car, Han Aoyu walked out of the house. He was wearing a long military green coat and a hat to keep out the cold. He was no different from any old man in the village. Song Ci suspected that the Han family ran a military coat wholesale factory, and Han Zhan also had several of the same coats.

When Han Aoyu saw Han Zhan coming, he said to him: "I'm just waiting for your couplet."

"Brought it."

Han Zhan and Song Ci posted the couplets, and Han Aoyu stared at the words "Guotai Minan", his eyes became reminiscences. They have experienced many turbulent times in their lives, and "the peace of the country and the people" is his lifelong ideal.

Some people die in turbulent years, some people survive the turmoil and look forward to peaceful years, and some people live in peaceful times but want to plan a disaster. Only those who have lived a life of ups and downs can understand the value of the words “Guotai Taiminan”.

Han Aoyu laughed and patted Han Zhan on the shoulder. He said: "Zhan Zhan, your generation has never suffered what we have suffered, but you have to remember that everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world! You are high and mighty today. President, don’t forget, you come from the village, and your grandfather is the son of a farmer.”

"You have to understand one more truth. The world's richest man came from China, which has a completely different meaning than the world's richest man came from China. It is not loyalty to the country that goes into battle to kill the enemy and defend the country, and leads the people to prosperity together. Isn't it not loyalty to the country? "

Han Zhan listened humbly. He could understand his grandfather's good intentions. Staring at his grandfather's increasingly old face, Han Zhan felt soft in his heart. He told Han Aoyu: "Grandpa, don't worry, I will always remember that I He is a Chinese."

Han Aoyu looked at his grandson, who was half a head taller than him, and nodded happily.

"Ah, there are still pig's trotters stewed in my pot. Let me go and take a look. Song Yatou, you and Zhan Zhan are here to help."

"good."

Looking at her grandfather's back, Song Ci frowned and said, "I heard from Uncle Zhong that my grandfather's sleep quality has dropped a lot this month." As an elderly person, once he starts having trouble sleeping, his health will be greatly compromised.

Han Aoyu is over eighty years old, and his life is probably coming to an end. Are the words he said today not his last words?

Zhong Buhui would regularly report to Han Zhan on the changes in the old man's life schedule. Grandpa's health was not as good as before, so how could Han Zhan not know this? "Let's go, let's help him prepare the reunion dinner."

"good."

For this reunion dinner, they cooked a total of twelve dishes. Han Aoyu is a very particular old man. He cooks all the traditional dishes that must be cooked during the Spring Festival. Song Ci stared at the table full of fish and meat, and was deeply touched.

She poured herself a glass of coconut milk and poured half a glass of wine for Han Aoyu. "Come, grandpa, Song Ci wishes grandpa good health in the new year!"

Han Aoyu waved his hand, "And I'm about to die." Ordinary old people are very taboo about saying such things at the reunion dinner table, but Han Aoyu is a tolerant person. He pointed at Song Ci's belly and said, "I I’m just looking forward to seeing your children this year!”

Song Ci was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'll fight for it!"

Han Aoyu laughed.

The three of them had a reunion dinner, and Han Aoyu gave Song Ci a car key.

Song Ci looked confused, thinking that grandpa was planning to give her a car as a New Year's gift? With this thought in mind, I heard Han Aoyu say: "Girl Song, go and open the car, there is a surprise."

With anticipation, Song Ci ran to the garage and opened the trunk of the old man's Aoyu No. 1 car. After seeing the things in the trunk, Song Ci quickly called Han Zhan over.

"Brother Han, brother Han, come quickly!"

Han Zhan thought something had happened, so he ran to the garage in his slippers without changing his shoes. Seeing the fireworks piled up in the trunk, Han Zhan felt helpless, "Is this it?"

"I haven't played in many years. I haven't played since the city banned fireworks."

Song Ci quickly called Han Zhan to move the fireworks to the yard, and they arranged the fireworks into a heart shape. Song Ci asked Han Zhan to pull out the fuse. She took a lighter, walked up and lit one.

Song Ci was very courageous. After ordering one, he went to order the second one. Han Zhan watched fearfully, fearing that Song Ci would be injured by the fireworks. But Song Ci has always been lucky, and he lit all the fireworks without getting hurt.

Song Ci ran to Han Zhan's side and looked up with him to watch the fireworks in full bloom.

Han Aoyu stood behind the window of the room, staring at his grandson and grandson's wife in the yard, with a loving expression on his face. Finally, his Zhan Zhan was loved by someone, and he could feel at ease.

This was the first time that Song Ci and Han Zhan stayed in the Mid-Levels Villa. The sheets were replaced with new ones and the house was very quiet, but Song Ci was still not used to it. She talked to Han Zhan for a long time and returned after twelve o'clock. No sleepiness.

Seeing that Song Ci was in good spirits, Han Zhan asked her, "Don't want to sleep?"

"can not fall asleep."

Hearing this, Han Zhan suddenly turned over and pressed on her. "You said today that you wanted to have a daughter."

Song Ci: "Wouldn't it be nice to have a daughter?"

"It's not bad." He pressed his fingers on Song Ci's shoulders a few times, and Han Zhan hinted at Song Ci: "It's quite cold," -

On the morning of the first day of the new year, Song Ci got up after a full sleep. When she got downstairs, she saw Han Zhan sitting on a small wooden bench in the yard, holding a knife in his hand and chopping bamboo. Song Ci walked over and took a look, but didn't see what Han Zhan was doing.

"What are you doing?"

Han Zhan said: "I have nothing to do, so I plan to make a crib."

"Can you still make a crib?"

"It shouldn't be difficult."

Han Zhan just did what he said and spent the whole day working on that thing. Song Ci had nothing to do, so she stayed in the study and read. She found that Han Zhan had also read Mr. Jin Yong’s books before. Song Ci opened a book of Eight Parts of the Sky and saw a piece of paper that was already yellowing on the first page. , which records Han Zhan’s personal views on this book.

Han Zhan wrote——

Duan Yu can be described in one word - scumbag.

He is the most carefree man I have ever seen. He falls in love with everyone he meets. My grandma could kill a group of men with a shovel.

Song Ci couldn't help laughing.

I can’t tell that Han Zhan was so cute when he was a child. She completely lost interest in the novels on the bookshelf, but became interested in Han Zhan's annotations.

Song Ci read several books in a row and was so amused that she kept laughing. Her stomach hurt afterward.

After reading six or seven approvals in a row, Song Ci took out another booklet. As soon as he opened it, he was shocked by the photos inside. To be precise, what scared Song Ci was the eyes of the child in the picture.

The child's eyes were as dark and cold as poisonous snakes. When he stared at her with a gloomy gaze, the blood in Song Ci's body cooled down.

She took a breath and dared to lower her head and look at the child in the picture carefully.

It was a little boy without a shirt on. The little boy was sitting on the bed. His arms were covered with pinholes, which were densely packed, like ants clinging to them, and some even had scars.

What a beast to treat a child like this!

There are several photos underneath the photo, all with the same protagonist. In each photo, the protagonist has scars on his body. Song Ci vaguely guessed the identity of this person, and her heart was about to explode.

Below the picture is the case information sheet. Because it has been so long, there are insect bites on the medical record sheet.

Patient: Han Zhan.

Age: 6 years +

Condition: Due to being injected with toxins for many years, the patient is mentally disturbed and has poor physical development. He has a tendency to commit suicide and self-abuse. It is initially judged that he suffers from severe depression and autism.

Song Ci was so frightened that she closed the case book directly.