Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Han Zhan has never been a good person. Being a patriotic Chinese who does not challenge the law was the seed that took his grandfather more than ten years to implant in Han Zhan's heart.

But Han Zhan, he is Edward's child, he is born cold and cruel. The good and evil he had seen were beyond Du Xueyan's imagination. How to accurately measure Du Xueyan's seven inches was easy for Han Zhan.

Du Xueyan was so angry that her eyes were red.

She squeezed the coffee cup with both hands, gritted her teeth and asked Han Zhan: "Han Zhan, just to make your little wife feel at ease, you are going to kill me. We have loved each other for a while, but you are so cruel." ?"

Du Xueyan didn't believe that Han Zhan would be such a person.

Hearing this, Han Zhan probably recalled the time when they were in love when they were young, and the cold look in his eyes unknowingly softened.

Seeing this, Du Xueyan breathed a sigh of relief, struck while the iron was hot, and said: "Han Zhan, you are already married. Even if I still have delusions about you, I will not do anything inappropriate, let alone take the initiative to provoke Song Ci. Not fast. It took a lot of effort for me to get to this point, and I also cherish my feathers very much."

"As for the promise you mentioned, I will give it back to you." She smiled brightly and charmingly at Han Zhan, her eyes slightly curved when she smiled, and there was a charming brilliance in her eyes. "Han Zhan, if we can't be lovers, we can still be friends."

Han Zhan looked at Du Xueyan's charming smile. Not only did he not nod in agreement immediately, his eyes suddenly became cold. He said: "Only old lovers who have unresolved feelings can be friends. Between you and me, there is no need to be friends."

Hearing this, Du Xueyan's smile froze on her cheeks.

She watched helplessly as Han Zhan pushed away the coffee cup and stood up. The moment he stood up, Du Xueyan was suddenly shocked to realize that Han Zhan was so tall and his chest was so broad, which gave him a sense of security.

In a daze, Du Xueyan heard Han Zhan say again: "Du Xueyan, don't mess with Song Ci, and don't worry about me. If you still want to be your big star, just stay safe. Don't worry about me, it won't work."

Han Zhan looked through the window and nodded towards the beautiful woman standing on the road outside the coffee shop. Du Xueyan slowly turned her head and saw Song Ci waving to Han Zhan as night fell. Set off by neon night lights, Song Ci is more charming and moving than the bustling Paris night.

Du Xueyan squeezed the coffee cup tightly, and from the corner of her eye, she saw Han Zhan striding out from her side, walking straight and unswervingly towards the girl named Song Ci. It wasn't until their car was far away that Du Xueyan lowered her head and looked at the table in front of her, her eyes gradually becoming hazy.

It turns out that being stabbed in the heart by someone you like is such an uncomfortable thing. -

As soon as he got into the car, Song Ci asked Han Zhan straightforwardly. "Brother Han, what did you say to Du Xueyan?" She couldn't tolerate sand in her eyes. If she was curious about something, she had to ask clearly.

Han Zhan knew that Song Ci would ask about this matter.

He turned on the recording function of his mobile phone and handed the phone to Song Ci's palm. "I recorded it. You can listen to it yourself." Han Zhan specially recorded the sound because he was afraid that Song Ci would be suspicious.

Song Ci was a little surprised.

"Did you even record it?"

Han Zhan nodded, and then said: "Go behind your back to see my ex-girlfriend and record a message. It will be good for you and me." Han Zhan couldn't bear anything that might misunderstand Song Ci and lose Song Ci. risk.

Song Ci looked at him deeply and suddenly said: "Han Zhan, it's so miserable to be your ex-girlfriend." Han Zhan knew Du Xueyan clearly. Song Ci was indeed very happy, but when she thought that Han Zhan could treat her former love Song Ci felt terrible that people who had lived in the past were so callous and ruthless.

Knowing what Song Ci was afraid of, Han Zhan turned to her and said, "So, just be obedient and be my current girlfriend."

Song Ci nodded with a complicated mood.

She took out her headphones from her bag and opened the recording file.

After listening to the conversation between Han Zhan and Du Xueyan, Song Ci felt happy and couldn't help but light a candle in her heart for Du Xueyan.

What a miserable ex.

After having dinner at an old restaurant with a good reputation, Song Ci and Han Zhan went to the Galeries Lafayette shopping mall together for more than an hour.

Song Ci is a fashion blogger. She buys a lot of clothes, shoes and bags every year when new styles are launched. Many clothes are worn out after a few wears. For this reason, Song Ci specially opened a Xianyu account for herself, specifically for the secondary sale of branded clothes, shoes and bags she has worn.

Han Zhan and Long Yu followed Song Ci obediently to carry things.

Back at the hotel, Song Ci sat on the carpet and cleaned up his trophies. "Brother Han, I bought this for you." Song Ci threw an exquisite box to Han Zhan.

Han Zhan grabbed the box and looked down, looking surprised. "Audemars Piguet watch?"

"Um."

Han Zhan opened the box and saw the appearance of the watch inside, with a flash of love in his eyes.

Song Ci chose the Audemars Piguet Royal Oak series ultra-thin tourbillon watch for him. The dial is smoky blue and has a restrained and low-key luxury, which is very suitable for Han Zhan's personality.

Han Zhan couldn't wait to take out his watch and put it on his wrist. He walked to the mirror and looked at it carefully, feeling a fondness for it that he couldn't put down. "Porcelain treasure, very beautiful."

Song Ci smiled and said, "I carefully selected it, and of course it is suitable for you."

Song Ci arranged all the clothes and hung them in the cabinet. She put the clothes she would wear tomorrow aside separately before going to take a shower. After taking a bath, Song Ci walked out of the bathroom wearing carefully prepared pajamas, only to find that Han Zhan had fallen asleep on the bed.

Song Ci walked to the bedside and smoothed Han Zhan's frowning eyebrows after falling asleep.

In order to meet him, he must have been very busy these days.

In the middle of the night, Song Ci fell asleep in a daze, and suddenly felt out of breath. She frowned and opened her eyes

No wonder I find it difficult to breathe.

"Brother Han, why are you awake?" Song Ci turned on the wall lamp.

Han Zhan covered Song Ci's eyes with his hands and said, "Sorry, I was too sleepy last night and fell asleep." Even though he fell asleep, Han Zhan was always thinking about his snack. When he woke up in the middle of the night and saw Song Ci sleeping next to him, dressed beautifully, Han Zhan decided to be a beast first.

Song Ci's eyes were covered. She held Han Zhan's arms with both hands and asked him, "What are you doing covering my eyes?"

Han Zhan: "Your eyes are blurry. I feel like I am committing a crime."

Song Ci: ""

After taking off Han Zhan's hand, Song Ci picked up the phone and looked at the time and found that it was already past twelve o'clock.

Song Ci suddenly pushed Han Zhan away, "Wait a minute, the sense of ceremony is not enough."

Han Zhan was pushed to sit on the bed, he tilted his head, somewhat dumbfounded.

Song Ci stuck out her tongue playfully at Han Zhan, "We must have a sense of ceremony. Just wait." After saying that, Song Ci turned off all the lights in the room.

The room suddenly became dark again. Han Zhan was stunned for a moment and asked Song Ci curiously: "What did you do earlier?"

Song Ci: "Brother Han, please don't peek. I have to prepare. I'll tell you when I'm ready."

"Okay, tell me when you're ready."

"Yeah." Song Ci walked out of the bedroom in the dark.

Han Zhan heard the sound of the zipper closing. He moved his ears and asked Song Ci: "Are you okay yet?"

"It'll be ready soon."

Han Zhan hummed.

About two minutes later, Han Zhan heard Song Ci say: "It's okay, Brother Han." Her voice became very small, as if coming from a closed space.

Han Zhan opened his eyes and turned on the light, but did not see Song Ci in the room.

He went to the toilet first, and then opened the closet, but Song Ci was nowhere to be found. Han Zhan frowned and came to the small living room. The furnishings in the small living room were simple. Han Zhan could see all the furnishings in the room at a glance.

His attention was eventually taken away by the suitcase on the floor. This suitcase was brought over by Han Zhan today. It is 32 inches and very large. Han Zhan squatted down in front of the suitcase. He coughed and said, "I'm going to unpack it!"

Song Ci didn't say anything, and pretended to be mysterious and kept quiet.

Han Zhan found it funny. He slowly opened the zipper of the suitcase, and a piece of black silk fabric fell out from the gap in the suitcase. Han Zhan tugged on Song Ci's skirt and said, "Look, I caught a little mouse."

Song Ci burst out laughing.

Hearing the whisper, Han Zhan completely opened the zipper of the box.

However, when he saw Song Ci's posture in the box clearly, his smile suddenly faded.

Song Ci curled up her legs and lay on the bottom of the box feeling aggrieved, but she held an A4 paper in her hand. On the paper was a passage she hastily written with a pen, which read——

I would like to make a candy to make up for the hardships you suffered as a child.

May the rest of your life be as bright as the stars.

Han Zhan, happy birthday!

Maybe it’s because as we get older, people’s hearts become more easily moved. With just a few words, Han Zhan was moved. Han Zhan's eyes were slightly hot. He pressed his forehead with his hand and sighed helplessly: "Song Ci, why are you so painful?"

"Otherwise, how can I afford the nickname 'Porcelain Treasure'?" Song Ci raised her arms toward Han Zhan and said coquettishly, "Pick me up quickly, it's uncomfortable like this."

Han Zhan took his gift out of the suitcase.

Carrying Song Ci and walking directly into the room, Han Zhan put Song Ci on the bed and said, "Now, I'm going to open my gift." This night, Han Zhan was particularly gentle when he asked Song Ci, as gentle as It's the moonlight outside the window.

After being gentle, Han Zhan held Song Ci's waist, caressed Song Ci's belly with his right hand, and gently played with his fingertips on her belly. He asked Song Ci: "How did you know today is my birthday?"

Song Ci moved in his arms and said, "I knew it a long time ago. As soon as I arrived in Paris, I went to the department store to buy you a watch and send it back to China. Logically speaking, it should arrive today."

"Really?" Han Zhan said, "My cell phone was always turned off during the flight. The express company may have called me." Han Zhan asked Song Ci again: "Where is the address written?"

"your company."

"I'll ask the assistant if he has received it."

It’s half past three in the night here in France, and it’s exactly morning in the east city. Han Zhan called his assistant. The assistant told Han Zhan that he had indeed signed for a courier for him at 8:30 this morning and left it in his office.

Hearing this, Han Zhan told his assistant: "Put the courier away, don't lose it."

"Okay Mr. Han."

After hanging up the phone, Han Zhan hugged Song Ci tighter. "You will be with me on every birthday from now on, Ci Bao."

Song Ci nodded, thought of something, and said, "I hope that for your birthday next year, there will be another person in our family, and he will have to celebrate your birthday with me."

Han Zhan imagined that scene, and his heart palpitated. "Okay. If we have a child, regardless of male or female, the nickname will be called Banban, do you agree? Banban, I hope he is safe and healthy and can stay with us for the rest of his life."

Song Ci liked this nickname very much, "Okay, let's call her Banban."

The two of them talked, and finally sleepiness came over them, and Song Ci fell asleep first.

Holding Song Ci in his arms, Han Zhan stared at her for a long time and fell asleep just before dawn.

The next day, Song Ci asked for leave from the crew and accompanied Han Zhan to eat all the delicious food in Paris.

On the third day, Song Ci had to work.

When she went to film a movie, Han Zhan accompanied her openly and openly. This time, Han Zhan specially wore a high-end custom-made black suit and tie, looking like a cold and dignified domineering president.

The first time Damien saw Song Ci's husband, he was shocked by her husband's strong aura. So much so that during filming, Damien was always a little bit unable to let go, and he NGed several times.

Han Zhan will leave tomorrow. Before leaving, Han Zhan invited all the main actors, directors, and key crew members to have a delicious dinner at the ASPIC restaurant.

That meal, delicious and expensive, succeeded in winning everyone's favor.

After he left, the crew still circulated the legend that Mr. Han was a gentleman and loved his wife.

Song Ci didn't have many scenes. After Han Zhan left, she stayed alone in Paris for another twenty days before her last scene. This last scene was about Song Ci falling into the sea.

Du Junfei is a picky person, so he took the entire crew to the Mediterranean to film scenes at sea.

In order to pursue realistic film and television effects, Song Ci had to perform Shen Hai's scene in person. Song Ci suffered from deep-sea phobia due to her previous life experience, and she was worried that she would not be able to film this scene well.

After Du Junfei learned that Song Ci had phobia of the deep sea, he decided to use a substitute for Song Ci.

Song Ci thought for a while and still refused. "If I change the person in this scene, it doesn't feel right. I still want to try it myself."

"Then give it a try." Du Junfei agreed.

Under the clear blue sky, the Mediterranean Sea is as beautiful as a blue gem, and a cruise ship is sailing quietly on the sea.

For Song Ci’s last scene, Coleman also came, and he was sitting in the audience on the cruise ship where Song Ci was.

The filming scene was very quiet. Song Ci, wearing a dark green tube top dress, stood on the deck and performed with a violin in hand. Song Ci's head was filled with starlight. Wearing a dark green dress, she was so beautiful that she looked hazy and unreal.

Coleman looked at Song Ci longingly, his eyes gradually becoming darker.

The boat began to sink. During the sinking process, someone touched Song Ci. Song Ci's back hit the railing, and he fell into the sea. When she fell into the sea, Song Ci still held her violin tightly.

The script says this -

[While escaping, someone bumped into Rain. She was wearing high heels and couldn't stand still. She took a few steps back and hit her waist on the railing. She rolled and fell into the sea. Everything happened in an instant. When she fell into the sea, she was still holding her violin.

The sea water was cold, and she was gradually swallowed by the sea water.

Rain and her violin sank to the bottom of the sea together, and with them, the love that Coleman had given him for a lifetime. 】

Song Ci held her breath when she fell into the water, but fear made her forget how to swim. She knew that Du Junfei had arranged for lifeguards to hide in the water, and her life was not in danger.

Her body was swallowed by the sea water, and fear made her struggle constantly. During the struggle, Song Ci forgot Du Junfei's previous instructions, she opened her mouth, and sea water poured into her mouth.

Suddenly, Song Ci seemed to have returned to the night of the car accident in her previous life. She was lying alone on the bank of Yulongyuan River, blood dripping from her eyes. She looked at the rolling river in the dark night, her body cold.

At this moment, Song Ci seemed to see someone rushing towards her.

They must be life-saving personnel sent by the capital.

Song Ci lost consciousness, and she was taken to the deck of the next ship.

Someone was pressing her chest to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation on her. Song Ci heard someone crying and said in English: "Don't die, Rain!"

"Rain, please, don't die."

Seeing that the drowned girl still hadn't woken up, Coleman's wrinkled hands were trembling. "Jiang Shiyu, please, open your eyes and look at me."

Jiang Shiyu

Jiang Shiyu?

"Ahem!" Song Ci suddenly opened her mouth and coughed out a few mouthfuls of seawater.

"She's awake!" Du Junfei breathed a sigh of relief, then stopped pressing Song Ci's chest and helped her up.

Song Ci leaned in Du Junfei's arms. She looked at Coleman and saw that Coleman's hands kept shaking and he said repeatedly: "Jiang Shiyu, don't die, don't die."

Understanding what happened to Coleman, Song Ci's eyes suddenly became extremely compassionate when she looked at Coleman.

Song Ci slowly raised her hand and squeezed Coleman's cold hand.

Coleman was stunned when his hand was held. He stopped talking to himself and slowly looked up at Song Ci. Those old eyes were full of anxiety, fear, and tears.

Song Ci lowered his head and kissed Coleman's finger.

"Coleman, I'm fine."

Coleman stared at Song Ci for a long time before calming down.

He took his hand out of Song Ci's, stood up slowly, turned around and walked into the cabin. As he walked, he said to himself: "Rain is dead, Rain is dead, my Rain is dead, she is not Rain."

Du Junfei told Song Ci: "Kleiman's condition has worsened."

Song Ci said: "I'll go see him."

"You'd better take a shower and change clothes first to avoid catching a cold."

"okay."-

The ship docks off the coast of Palermo, Sicily, Italy.

Coleman stood by the road facing the sea, looking at the dark ocean in the night. When he heard the footsteps approaching, Coleman did not look back. He looked at the sea, his eyes full of reminiscence.

Song Ci stood beside Coleman. The sea breeze was strong. She wrapped her coat tightly and stood quietly with Coleman.

Coleman said to himself: "After she fell into the sea, I came to the Mediterranean. I wandered on the sea for a month, and I didn't find her, not even her bones."

How desperate is it to search for your lover's bones in the vast ocean?

Song Ci turned her head and looked at Coleman's old face.

Thinking of the last time they met in Wangdongcheng, Coleman once asked himself when his mother died. Presumably by that time, Coleman had already recognized that she was Jiang Shiyu's daughter.

Song Ci felt a little sorry for Coleman.

Her mother was truly a beauty who made many outstanding men crazy about her. The autistic genius pianist Coleman, the arrogant drug lord Edward, the honest and gentle father

"Kleiman, she is dead." Even though it was cruel, Song Ci still had to make Coleman recognize the reality, "Kleiman, you can't wait to get your Jiang Shiyu back."

Coleman's lips moved, as if he was about to cry.

"You look very similar to your mother when she was young, especially the way you played the violin." Coleman picked up the violin in front of him. He handed the violin to Song Ci and said, "This is what I did when I was playing the violin." Your mother’s piano was found at sea.”

Song Ci was surprised.

She looked down at the piano, and through the faint street light, she saw the name engraved on the piano——

Rain.

Song Ci held the piano with trembling hands. She licked her lips and told Coleman, "Thank you for keeping this piano for my mother, Coleman."

The night blew Song Ci's long hair, and her porcelain-white face was covered with a layer of sadness. The silent Song Ci was more like Rain in Coleman's memory. Coleman suddenly said: "Can you play "The-Rose" for me?"

The-Rose is a song in the 1979 old movie "Song of Tears". It is an English song that has been circulated for decades.

Coleman told Song Ci: "On my birthday, Rain played this piece for me. After all these years, I can always remember that melody." Coleman began to hum. He was extremely talented at the piano, but The singing is not pleasant, and the tune he hums is not pleasant to the ear.

Song Ci listened to Coleman's humming. In the night, she raised the violin with her left hand, held the bow with her right hand, and played the classic and popular tune.

Coleman seemed to be in a forest with the rising sun in the early morning, and layers of light mist gently brushed his face.

The gentle and lingering sound of the piano brought Coleman back to that midsummer night thirty-six years ago. Rain stood in the yard of his house, wearing a white skirt and played "The-Rose", picked the roses in the yard, pinned the roses to his ears, and said to him with a smile: "Ke Lyman, You-are-my-rose.”

Roses represent love in the West.

Jiang Shiyu said that Coleman was her love.

Unconsciously, Coleman was in tears.

After the performance, Song Ci held the violin in her arms. She looked at Coleman, whose face was full of tears, and told him softly: "This violin has been well protected by you, Coleman. I will take good care of it."

Coleman said nothing.

The autistic Coleman didn't like close contact with others, but after a brief hesitation, he gently hugged Song Ci.

Song Ci was stunned for a moment, but instead of resisting, he stretched out his arms and gently hugged Coleman.

It's a goodbye hug.

Coleman let go of Song Ci, turned around and left without saying anything.

The road followed the curve of the coastline. Coleman walked through the winding road and walked alone. After his mother died, no one was willing to accompany him anymore, and he would live alone for the rest of his life.

The night was deep and the waves were crashing on the rocks. Coleman suddenly heard the sound of a piano.

twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

The sky is filled with little stars.

Coleman paused, then slowly turned back and looked at the young girl behind him with a bright smile.

Coleman suddenly laughed.

He turned around and continued on with the prelude, singing: "Twinkle-twinkle-little-star, How-I-wonder-what-you-are" -

After seeing Coleman off, Song Ci stayed alone at the beach for a while, feeling cold, and then turned back to the hotel. She disliked the tiredness of high heels, so she took off her high-heeled boots, held the high-heeled boots in one hand and Qin in the other, and walked back to the hotel.

In the cold night, there were few pedestrians on the street, but there were a few vehicles.

Song Ci walked for more than ten minutes before returning to the hotel. Long Yu followed her not far or near. When he saw Song Ci returning to the hotel, he thought that there were no more cigarettes, so he went to buy cigarettes.

Song Ci put on her shoes at the door of the hotel, walked into the lobby, turned a corner and entered the elevator.

The elevator door opened. After Song Ci walked in, she pressed the button on the floor she was on. Song Ci lowered her head to look at the violin in her hand again. Her vision outside was dim before, so she didn't see the appearance of the violin clearly.

The lights in the elevator were bright, and Song Ci realized that although the piano was old, it was very shiny. At first glance, it looked like a treasure that had been carefully cared for.

At this moment, Song Ci heard the sound of footsteps.

The footsteps were very regular and heavy.

Song Ci looked up curiously and saw five men in black walking over. Two in the front, two in the back, and a tall, handsome man clustered in the middle. Han Zhan was the tallest man Song Ci had ever seen, but this man was taller than Han Zhan.

The man has broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. He wears a long, loose black and gray windbreaker. He has a pair of eyes with a cold look and a windy look on his face.

Song Ci had heard about how big a boss there was in Sicily, and she intuitively felt that she had met a big boss.

Song Ci silently took half a step back until his heels hit the elevator and there was no way to retreat. Song Ci stopped moving.

When the group of people saw a woman in the elevator, they hesitated for a moment and then walked in. Song Ci noticed that even after entering the elevator, the man in the trench coat was protected by the other four people.

Alone in an elevator with five muscular men, Song Ci was so tense that she didn't even dare to look around.

Several people were talking in Italian, but Song Ci couldn't understand a word.

When the elevator reached the 9th floor, Song Ci found that the group of people in front were also going out. She waited for the boss to go out first, and then followed him out.

When she found Song Ci walking out behind them, the man with glasses suddenly turned around and glanced at her with a cold look.

Song Ci, who had a strong desire to survive, quickly raised his hands and explained in a low voice: "I live here."

The man was still looking at her, frowning slightly, looking suspicious of her.

Song Ci could only take out her room card number, her passport and ID card, and said to the other party in English: "I am a customer of this store. I am Chinese. Look, I have an ID card and a passport."

Song Ci had a fear that he would be killed and dumped at any time, and the knuckles of the hands holding the ID card were stiff.

The man looked at her again, then turned and left.

Song Ci waited for them to go away, then returned to his room hand in hand.

After returning to the room, Song Ci quickly tucked herself into the bed. She hid in the bed for a long time before her whole body became warm. Sicily is so terrible. She must buy a plane ticket and fly back home as soon as possible tomorrow.

Song Ci called Long Yu.

"Madam?" Long Yu chewed a cigarette and squatted at the door of the hotel to smoke.

Song Ci asked: "Where are you?"

Long Yu said: "Smoking downstairs."

Song Ci told him: "Stop smoking and come up here. You can sleep in the room next to me tonight."

Long Yu stood up, put out his cigarette, and walked into the hotel while asking Song Ci: "Madam, what happened?"

Song Ci told Long Yu what he had just experienced. After hearing this, Long Yu told Song Ci: "Madam, take a good rest, don't listen to what you shouldn't hear, don't look at what you shouldn't see, and nothing will happen."

Song Ci even hid herself under the quilt, so she was still watching and listening to whatever she wanted! "I won't mess around. I'll go to sleep right away. Come back soon."

"good."

Long Yu returned to the 9th floor, knocked on the door of Song Ci's room, and told Song Ci: "Madam, I'm back and I'll sleep next to you. Don't worry."

Song Ci's voice came from inside the room: "Okay."

Song Ci thought to herself that next time she travels far away, she must bring a female bodyguard with her. If this happens again, she can sleep with the female bodyguard. But having said that, this kind of situation is rare, and it may only happen once in a lifetime.

Song Ci didn't tell Han Zhan about this, not wanting Han Zhan to worry.

Early the next morning, Song Ci went downstairs to have breakfast with Du Junfei and the others. Her plot is finally finished, and she will return home after breakfast.

The heating was turned on in the hotel. When Song Ci went downstairs to the hotel restaurant in a dress, Du Junfei and the actor who played Lime were already at the restaurant.

The three of them had breakfast together. Song Ci said a few words to Lime, then approached Du Junfei and asked Du Junfei: "Second Master, how would you rate my performance this time?"

Du Junfei pointed to the eggs on the plate.

Song Ci raised her eyebrows and was about to cry in anger. "What do you mean? Zero points?"

Du Junfei placed the fork on the left side of the egg again.

Song Ci suddenly smiled, "Ten points?"

Du Junfei hummed.

After teasing Song Ci enough, Du Junfei asked Song Ci: "What time is your flight?"

Song Ci said: "It's half past eleven."

"Our flight is at ten o'clock, so we can't go together." Du Junfei wiped his mouth with a napkin, and he said to Song Ci: "Your husband is not short of money. Next time I return to China, you have to invite me to the last resort." Eat at expensive restaurants.”

Song Ci patted her chest and said, "No problem!"

After parting ways with Du Junfei and the others in the restaurant, Song Ci saw that it was still early and wanted to go for a walk on the beach.

Putting on his windbreaker, Song Ci came to the beach.

Mondello Beach is very famous locally, and the soft sand is very comfortable to walk on. Some beauty-loving girls are not afraid of the cold and have put on bikinis and are lying on the beach to enjoy sunbathing.

Song Ci stared at the good figures of those girls and thought: With all due respect, everyone here is rubbish. Sister, when I take off my clothes, your figures will not look good enough.

Come to think of it, Song Ci would not change into a bikini to compete with them.

The sun was shining brightly, and Song Ci also felt a little hot. She took off her coat and shoes, stepped on the soft white sand with her coat and shoes, and walked slowly along the coastline.

Song Ci came to a sandy bay with few people. She saw some small shells on the ground, so she put down her clothes and shoes, squatted on the beach, and looked for shells in the sand with her hands.

She had no intention of taking them away, she simply thought they were beautiful and wanted to find them, wash them, and take some photos as a souvenir.

Song Ci had just dug two or three shells when he suddenly heard a magnetic male voice saying above his head: "The shells in the deep sea are the most beautiful, these are all waste." The man spoke in Chinese, although his accent was Not sure, but the pronunciation of every word is correct.

Song Ci held a small shell, turned around in shock, and saw a tall man standing behind her.

The man was only wearing a pair of beach shorts and sunglasses, covering his eyes, revealing his chiseled handsome face. He has sexy bronze skin, and every muscle on his body is full of explosive power.

Sexy, yet fatally threatening.

Seeing him, Song Ci's pupils suddenly shrank into two small dots.

It's the man in the trench coat last night!

A chill ran down Song Ci's back, and she slowly stood up, only to realize that she had just reached the other person's chin. Song Ci took a step back, looked up at the man, and asked him, "Are you following me?"

The man said, "This beach is mine."

The man's hand pointed to a bulletin board not far away. Song Ci looked over and saw an Italian paragraph.

she:""

She couldn't read Italian.

Song Ci felt sorry for breaking into someone else's private property. "Sorry, I'm leaving now." Song Ci picked up her clothes and shoes, turned around and left. At this moment, two men in black walked out of nowhere.

They stood directly in front of Song Ci, blocking her whereabouts.

Song Ci subconsciously wanted to ask for help, but she tried to maintain her composure and spoke as calmly as possible, telling the man: "Sir, my bodyguard is waiting for me by the car on the roadside. I told him that I would only come out to hang out for half a day." Hours."

She looked at the diamond-encrusted watch on her wrist and said, "It's half an hour and ten minutes away." Her heart was beating very fast, but her expression remained calm and collected. "My husband is a very powerful and status person in China. If something happens to me here, he will never let it go."

The man watched her talk with his arms folded. When she finished speaking, he tapped his left index finger on his right arm a few times, then said with a smile: "Little cutie, I won't eat you."

Song Ci was stimulated with goosebumps by the sound of "little cute".

He reached out and snatched the small shell from Song Ci's hand. The man crushed the small shell into crumbs with a gentle squeeze.

Song Ci's eyelids twitched wildly, feeling that what was crushed was not a shell, but her bones.

"Want to see the most beautiful shells?" The man lowered his head and said to her, "Wait for me for fifteen minutes." After that, he took off his sunglasses and put on his diving goggles, without carrying any diving equipment, and jumped into the sea.

Song Ci was stunned by the man's coquettish behavior.

With two big men guarding him on the left and right, Song Ci couldn't leave at all. She held her clothes and stood upright on the shore, looking at the roiling Mediterranean Sea.

Song Ci lowered his head and looked at his watch. Ten minutes had passed. Not seeing the man emerge from the sea, Song Ci thought he might be dead.

She was a little uneasy and asked the big man next to her in English: "Did your boss drown in the sea?"

The two of them seemed to be deaf and remained silent.

Song Ci curled her lips.

Another two minutes passed, and just when Song Ci thought that another corpse was about to be added to the Mediterranean Sea, the man emerged from the sea.

Are you a human? How did he manage to hold his breath for more than ten minutes in the sea?

Song Ci looked at this crazy man in shock and said nothing.

The man took off his diving goggles and approached Song Ci through the waves. He held a large fan-shaped shell in his right hand, and casually wiped the seawater from his face with the palm of his left hand, his movements a bit wild.

Walking to stand in front of Song Ci, the man suddenly stretched out his hand towards the bodyguard.

A bodyguard is like a roundworm in a man's stomach, knowing all his thoughts. He took out a knife and handed it to the man. The man held a knife in his right hand, scraped off the meat from the shell with a few movements, and threw it on the beach.

He handed the cleaned shell to Song Ci and said, "My dear, this is a gift for you."

Song Ci: ""

She looked down at the shell. On the back of the scalloped shell, a faint light blue color could be seen.

It is indeed beautiful.

The man added very considerately: "I heard that China's customs are very strict, so I have scraped off the flesh of the shell. You can take this shell back home."

Hearing this, Song Ci still didn't reach out to pick up the shell.

Seeing Song Ci's delay in moving, the man suddenly smiled. He was playing with the shell and suddenly said: "Hoff will be pleased to see my present for you."

Song Ci was a little confused, "Hof?" When Song Ci heard this name for the first time, she said to the man, "Sorry, I don't know a man named Hof."

"Oh, I forgot, he changed his name after being picked up by that old man." The man bent down and brought his face close to Song Ci's. His gray-blue eyes stared into Song Ci's brown eyes, and he said softly: "Han Zhan, is this his name now?"

Song Ci:!

Come on, guess who this person is.

A. The wild and evil supporting actor who pursues Song Ci; B. Han Zhan’s enemy; C. Song Ci’s brother