Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

As a former fan of F god Fox, Luo Wensheng will never mistake Fox's fan.

Could it be that Song Fei is Fox's apprentice?

Luo Wensheng was very excited and couldn't wait to ask Song Fei for the truth.

But it was game time now, and he couldn't disturb Song Fei's performance. Luo Wensheng folded his arms and pinched his arm muscles with his fingernails. He used pain to keep himself calm and warned himself not to be impulsive.

There are countless criminals hiding under the dark web, and it took Zhang Jingjing almost ten minutes to find out the URL of the adoption website. But she couldn't break through the firewall set up by the other party's hackers.

Gradually, sweat began to break out on Zhang Jingjing's forehead. She secretly glanced at Song Fei beside her, only to see that Song Fei was still eating popping candy leisurely. Her calm and comfortable aura made Zhang Jingjing feel uneasy.

Is Song Fei pretending? Or is she really sure?

In fact, Luo Wensheng had tracked this website as early as two months ago, but his skills were not as good as others, and he also failed to crack the firewall set up by the other party. Zhang Jingjing thought to herself that if Captain Luo couldn't do it, Song Fei probably couldn't do it either.

As soon as this idea came into her mind, Zhang Jingjing heard Song Fei say softly: "OK."

Zhang Jingjing looked over in shock and saw Song Fei successfully broke through the other party's firewall and knocked down a red Firefox on the computer. The Firefox was still wagging its butt at the other hacker, and it looked like he was in need of a beating.

When Luo Wensheng saw the fire fox, his eyes suddenly burst into frightening light. He suddenly pinched the back of the chair behind Zhang Jingjing! Staring at the fire fox, Luo Wensheng whispered softly: "Fox"

Yan Jiang heard this word clearly and felt a little confused.

Fox?

fox?

who is it?

Yan Jiang stared at Song Fei, who was sitting cross-legged on the chair with an unfazed expression, and a bold guess gradually took shape in his mind. Could it be that Ah Fei is Fox?

Song Fei pushed away the keyboard and stood up.

Glancing at Luo Wensheng indifferently, Song Fei told him: "Captain Luo, that person's IP address is displayed near the Construction Bank on Kuifu Avenue in Fengcheng. Take a look. Do you want to notify the Internet police in Fengcheng to arrest him?"

Luo Wensheng stared at Song Fei feverishly, and he couldn't hide his excitement and said: "Song Fei, don't leave yet! When I come back after making the call, I have something to tell you!" Luo Wensheng turned around to make a call, his footsteps In a hurry, as if he was afraid that if he delayed for one more second, Song Fei would leave.

Song Fei pursed her lips, lowered her head, and stared at Zhang Jingjing sitting blankly in front of the computer.

"Ms. Zhang, you should keep your word. Please resign immediately and promise never to appear in front of Yan Jiang again." Song Fei held her phone, her expression showing real arrogance and contempt. She said, "What are you doing?" No, you messed with my man."

Don’t you know that men and cars are not loaned out?

Hearing this, Zhang Jingjing's face turned as pale as death and she sat motionless on the chair. Yan Jiang was so stimulated by Song Fei's words 'my man' that his heart beat wildly.

A room full of uniformed police officers looked at this scene with dull expressions. They all felt puzzled——

Why did Team Zhang lose to Song Fei? -

After Luo Wensheng made the call, he quickly returned to the competition hall. He opened the door and invited other colleagues out, "It's getting late, your family and children are still waiting for you to go home!"

Luo Wensheng issued an eviction order, and his colleagues who joined in the fun left with unfulfilled satisfaction.

Suddenly, only Luo Wensheng and Song Fei were left in the hall, as well as the loser Zhang Jingjing.

Zhang Jingjing and others were all gone, and she stood up. She first glanced at Song Fei unwillingly, and saw that Song Fei had a cold expression and had no intention of showing mercy to her. Even the arrogant woman was about to cry now.

"Captain Luo." Zhang Jingjing clasped her hands in front of her lower abdomen, picking at her fingers uneasily.

She bit her lip, her beautiful face was full of unwillingness and grievance, and there was a layer of hazy tears in her eyes. "Captain Luo, I will give you my resignation letter tomorrow morning. I hope it will be approved."

After saying that, Zhang Jingjing burst into tears.

Luo Wensheng was stunned for a moment. He almost forgot that Zhang Jingjing and Song Fei had made a bet before the game. Luo Wensheng subconsciously looked at Song Fei, wanting to plead for Zhang Jingjing, "Miss Song Fei, look." As soon as he started to speak, Song Fei interrupted him.

Song Fei directly faced Luo Wensheng with her palm outwards, and rejected Luo Wensheng forcefully: "There is no negotiation in asking for mercy. Since Captain Luo loves his subordinates so much, how about you resign and give up the position of captain to Zhang Jingjing?"

"If Captain Luo is willing, then I am also willing to give in."

Song Fei was so tyrannical and refused to accept either soft or hard advice, which made Luo Wensheng extremely embarrassed.

Zhang Jingjing was sure that Song Fei would not let her go, so she looked at Yan Jiang eagerly again. Although she didn't ask Yan Jiang to say a good word for her, her resentful and pitiful eyes were worth a thousand words.

Yan Jiang was firmly committed to Song Fei. "Ms. Zhang, I am willing to admit defeat. We are all adults. If we can afford to play, we must afford to lose."

Yan Jiang broke all Zhang Jingjing's expectations for him with just these words.

Zhang Jingjing clenched her fists and said dumbly to Luo Wensheng: "Goodbye, Captain Luo. I will come to see you tomorrow morning with my resignation letter." After saying that, Zhang Jingjing picked up her bag and ran away while wiping her tears.

After staring at Zhang Jingjing's back for a while, Luo Wensheng turned around worriedly, patted Yan Jiang on the shoulder, and said, "Zhang Jingjing's father is Boss Zhang."

Yan Jiang: "What are you afraid of? I have tens of millions of followers on Weibo. If he dares to threaten me, I will threaten him." Yan Jiang is used to being arrogant. He could do something like beating up a capitalist boss many years ago, so why should he be afraid? Zhang Jingjing’s father!

Luo Wensheng somewhat admired Yan Jiang's fierceness, but at the moment, Song Fei was the one that Luo Wensheng cared about the most. Luo Wensheng suddenly pulled Yan Jiang away and squeezed in to stand between Yan Jiang and Song Fei.

Luo Wensheng lowered his head and looked at Song Fei with bright eyes. He lowered his voice and asked Song Fei mysteriously: "Miss Song Fei, do you know Fox?"

Hearing Fox's name again, Yan Jiang also pricked up his ears.

Song Fei nodded and said, "She is my teacher."

"Sure enough, famous teachers produce great disciples!" Luo Wensheng was so close to his idol for the first time, and he was extremely excited. He asked flatteringly: "How is your master? Since he retired eight years ago, he has Never seen again and we all miss him."

In everyone's mind, Fox has always been a man.

A powerful hacker should be a man! This is almost everyone's consensus.

Song Fei blinked her eyelashes, lied without drafting, and said lightly: "My master is dead."

"Ah?" Luo Wensheng was stunned on the spot as if he was struck by lightning, "How could that happen?"

"My master is in poor health. He was in a car accident before. Although he saved a life, various organs in his body developed problems one after another, and he passed away two years ago." When speaking, Song Fei's face was filled with emotion. Genuine sadness.

Luo Wensheng did not doubt Song Fei's words at all. He was full of emotion, "God F is my belief. When I was still studying, God F was already a god-like existence. I want to meet God F." , has always been my obsession. Unfortunately, I can’t see it anymore.”

Song Fei: "After so many years, Captain Luo still remembers the master, and he is sincere."

Not being able to see God F, but meeting God God F’s apprentice, it made up for Luo Wensheng’s regret.

Song Fei was a good young talent. When he thought that such a good young talent was hidden by Yan Jiang at home, Luo Wensheng felt that it was a waste of natural resources. He asked Song Fei with a shy face: "Miss Song Fei, hasn't she gone to work in the research institute recently?"

"I feel unwell and should not be tired from running around. I will not work this year."

Hearing this, Luo Wensheng hurriedly extended an olive branch to Song Fei. He said diligently: "Our supervision team is short of people now. Look, one will be gone tomorrow."

"If Miss Song Fei is willing, you can come to work in our inspection brigade. We have good benefits here, including five social insurances and one housing fund, as well as weekend breaks! You don't need to do any hard work, just sit and surf the Internet."

Song Fei had the illusion that she had entered an MLM center.

"The salary is too low, I don't like it." Song Fei refused very simply.

Thinking that Yan Jiang was still working in the bureau and not wanting to offend his colleagues, Song Fei said reluctantly: "I can spare two days a week to provide you with technical guidance."

As a student of Fox, Song Fei is qualified to say this.

Luo Wensheng seemed to be on a roller coaster, his mood going up and down. Song Fei was willing to provide technical guidance to their network monitoring team, and Luo Wensheng was very satisfied. "The relationship is great! Miss Song Fei, we won't let you run away in vain. In this way, we will pay you on a daily basis!"

"OK."

The matter was settled.

It was already past nine o'clock at night when Song Fei and Yan Jiang walked out of the Public Security Bureau building side by side. Neither of them spoke, and they walked to the Hummer in silence.

After getting in the car, Yan Jiang sat in the passenger seat very consciously and fastened his seat belt. Song

Fei's driving style is just like hers, unruly and wild. Yan Jiang has developed a good habit of wearing the seat belt first when getting in a car.

Song Fei lowered his head and started the car, and suddenly heard Yan Jiang say: "Don't say it again in the future if you curse yourself to death." Luo Wensheng might believe Song Fei's ridiculous remarks before, but Yan Jiang did not believe it.

Song Fei was still in a coma two years ago. Where did the hacker master come from?

Song Fei moved the car out of the parking space and drove into the traffic on the road. Controlling the steering wheel, she suddenly told Yan Jiang: "A Jiang, I am Fox."

After experiencing the initial excitement, Yan Jiang has calmed down and can accept this fact calmly. Hearing Song Fei's confession, Yan Jiang nodded lightly and said, "I've already guessed it."

When Song Fei found that Yan Jiang's reaction was dull and showed no signs of surprise, Song Fei found it boring. "Aren't you curious?"

"It's not surprising what happened to you." Yan Jiang started to blow Song Fei's rainbow fart: "You have been smart since you were a child and are a genius. If you tell me one day that you can mend the sky, I will also believe that you are the reincarnation of Nuwa."

Song Fei: ""

She freed up a hand and touched Yan Jiang's cheek. Thinking of something, the hand that was caressing her gently suddenly used some strength and slapped Yan Jiang on the cheek.

Yan Jiang was confused.

He tilted his head in astonishment, and asked Song Fei aggrievedly and angrily: "Why did you hit me?"

Song Fei looked at Yan Jiang's outfit today and curled her lips and said, "Why do you wear such nice clothes to work? You look like a peacock. No wonder the mistress is paying attention to you. You know that you are very charming, so why can't you be more restrained? Be more low-key?"

It's not the mistress's bad heart, it's just that Yan Jiang is too handsome.

Yan Jiang: ""

He looked down at his clothes.

Having been an artist for many years, Yan Jiang's fashion sense is naturally first-class. Even though he has to wear a forensic white coat when he goes to work every day, under the white coat, he must be dressed exquisitely and stylishly.

For example, today, Yan Jiang wore a warm white turtleneck sweater with a light blue Chanel jacket. It's been a few months since he returned from Africa, and Yan Jiang's hair has grown longer again. He just dyed his hair light brown a few days ago. With this look, he reveals the aura of a top star.

After being scolded by Song Fei, Yan Jiang actually laughed.

Seeing him smiling, Song Fei frowned in confusion and asked him with a ferocious expression: "Why are you laughing?"

Yan Jiang put his fist against his lips to block the corners of his mouth that couldn't help but want to rise. After his smile stopped, Yan Jiang said, "Song Fei, you look so cute when you are jealous."

"Shut up!"

Song Fei lowered the brim of her hat toward her right cheek to cover her red ears.

Yan Jiang still couldn't hold it back and smiled. -

Considering that her grandfather's health was deteriorating, Song Ci decided to go back to the Mid-Levels Villa to stay for a long time. Han Zhan packed his things and drove back to the mountainside villa with Song Ci.

Passing by the gate of Cheng's house, Song Ci noticed that there were many luxury cars parked at the gate of Cheng's house. She saw several familiar faces, all of whom were distant relatives of the Cheng family. Song Ci had met them several times in her previous life.

Generally, these distant relatives only come over when important events or important festivals occur.

There were many people and cars, so Han Zhan slowed down a bit. When the distant relatives of the Cheng family heard the rumbling of the car, they turned around and glanced at Han Zhan's car. When they saw it was a Volvo, they looked away again.

Han Zhan looked at the outline of the Cheng family reflected in the rearview mirror, feeling a little puzzled. "What happened to the Cheng family?"

Song Ci touched her wedding ring and said calmly: "I heard that the old lady of the Cheng family is not in good health. It may have happened in the past two days."

"So sudden?"

The old lady of the Cheng family is one year younger than Han Aoyu. Last year, the Cheng family held a birthday party for the old lady. The old lady was not in good health at that time. She survived the winter, but fell in the spring when everything revived.

Thinking of Han Aoyu, Song Ci suddenly said: "Han Zhan, before giving birth, let's stay at grandpa's house."

Han Zhan turned sideways and took a deep look at Song Ci. This is Song Ci. She is not as smart and cunning as Song Fei, but she also has her cuteness.

"good."

Han Aoyu was extremely happy to learn that Song Ci would live here during her pregnancy. He said: "If Song Yatou hadn't been pregnant with a child, I would really like to renovate the decoration of my home and make it look like you young people like."

"Forget it, Grandpa, it's fine just like this." Song Ci saw Han Aoyu staring at her belly, looking like she wanted to reach out and touch it but was embarrassed. She smiled knowingly, reached out to hold Han Aoyu's hand, and gently placed his hand on her belly.

Han Aoyu was stunned.

Putting his palm on Song Ci's flat belly, Han Aoyu's heart softened when he thought that there was a little life pregnant in this belly, and that he would be born and cry loudly soon.

"Little great-grandson, I am your great-grandfather!"

Song Ci couldn't help laughing. She imitated the tone of a baby and said to Han Aoyu, "Hello, Grandpa, I'm your companion."

Han Aoyu chuckled. He pulled Song Ci to sit down and hinted with his eyes to Han Zhan to pour him tea. Han Zhan poured tea for his grandfather, and then he heard his grandfather suddenly say: "I don't know whether the child in Girl Song's belly is a boy or a girl."

Hearing this, Han Zhan quickly gave Song Ci a comforting look.

Pregnant mothers hate hearing other people talk about the gender of their unborn child.

Song Ci shook his head and smiled at him, indicating that he didn't care.

Han Zhan then told Han Aoyu in a serious manner: "Grandpa, don't say such things anymore. I like both boys and girls." Han Zhan thought that his grandfather was patriarchal and wanted Song Ci to have a boy.

Realizing that Han Zhan had misunderstood him, Han Aoyu raised his leg and stepped on Han Zhan, yelling angrily: "Get out! Which of your ears heard that I dislike girls?"

Han Zhan: "What you said sounds ambiguous."

Han Aoyu chuckled and then said, "I'm thinking of a name for my future great-grandson. How can I favor boys over girls? Your mother even climbed on top of my head and ran wild when she was little!"

Han Zhan remained silent.

Instead, Song Ci smiled and asked Han Aoyu: "Grandpa, if you have any nice names, you can tell me." Song Ci still respected Han Aoyu, and it was an honor to let her grandpa name the child.

Han Aoyu thought for a moment and said, "I have high hopes for this child, and I want to give him the word 'Yu' in my name. If it's a boy, how about calling him Ling Yu? Han Lingyu!"

Han Aoyu named Song Ci's unborn child Han Lingyu in the hope that the child would be superior to him in the future.

Song Ci hesitated and said: "This name is too big."

"Just marry another cheap nickname. Goudan, Tiedan, Luedan, Yadan, Huzi" Han Aoyu said more than ten cheap names in one go.

Song Ci was stunned for a while.

Han Zhan asked: "What if it's a girl?"

Han Aoyu pondered for a moment and then said: "If it's a girl, let's call her Han Jingyu." Han Aoyu tilted his head and looked at Song Ci and asked her: "Song girl, what do you think? If you don't like it, then take it as you like. ." He is quite open-minded.

After thinking about it, Song Ci said: "I like the name Han Jingyu. As for Han Lingyu," Song Ci considered it and said, "I still think this name is too big. In this way, if it is a boy, we will name him Han Zhen." , when he is still young, we will give him the nickname 'Ling Yu'. Grandpa, what do you think?"

Han Aoyu nodded approvingly and said, "The name Han Zhen is not bad. I'll do as you say."

Now that the cousin was mentioned, Song Ci suddenly looked at Han Zhan. Han Zhan's grandmother was a well-educated scholar. When Han Zhan was in his twenties, her grandmother might have given him a calligraphy.

Song Ci asked Han Aoyu: "Grandpa, what is Brother Han's name?"

Hearing Song Ci's question, Han Zhan suddenly stood up and left.

Song Ci looked at Han Zhan's back as he walked up the stairs quickly, feeling strange in his heart when he heard Han Aoyu say: "Han Zhan's name is Zhenhua."

Zhenhua?

Song Ci was stunned, and the name Lu Zhenhua subconsciously popped into his mind. In "Love Is Deep and Rainy", the famous Yiping and her father Lu Zhenhua have nine wives!

No wonder Han Zhan slipped away so fast, I'm sorry. "The name is very good." Although Lu Zhenhua has become a meme on the Internet, the word "Zhenhua" is a clever name.

It was getting late, and Han Aoyu had to go to bed. Song Ci watched Han Aoyu go back to his room, and then went upstairs to their room. Standing at the door of the room, Song Ci raised her hand and was about to knock on the door. When she thought of something, she suddenly stopped.

Song Ci held her throat and coughed, then slammed the door hard——

After taking a shower, Han Zhan walked out of the bathroom while wiping his hair. He heard Song Ci's high-pitched voice outside the door, imitating Aunt Xue's scolding tone in the TV series "Love is Deep and Rainy", and cursed angrily: "Han Zhenhua! You have nine wives, am I the only one who cuckolds you?"

Han Zhan's eyebrows were beating wildly.

He knew Song Ci, the drama queen, would not let him go.

There will be another update tomorrow morning, please update it at ten o'clock at the latest.