Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

"go."

Hearing Han Zhan's reply, Li Li was taken aback.

"You're going?" Surprised, Li Li's voice became higher.

Han Zhan said again, "I'll go."

Li Li couldn't fathom Han Zhan's thoughts.

"Mr. Han." Li Li asked tentatively, "Do you have other plans for Miss Song?"

Han Zhan said sternly: "She is my pilot, and the one I can trust with my life. Since she personally gave the invitation letter, it is inappropriate not to go."

Li Li was still suspicious, "Is that just the way it is?" Li Li looked at Han Zhan with suspicion.

Is it true that the old iron tree is blooming and thinking about Song Ci?

Han Zhan said nothing.

Seeing that Han Zhan's expression was always flat, Li Li suspected that he was thinking too much. �€�

August 10th was Song Ci's birthday. The Mu family's yard was not big, so it was not suitable for a banquet. Song Ci decided to hold the charity dinner at the banquet hall on the fifth floor of the Longxing Tianxia Hotel.

The first lady, Song Ci, is the rose that blooms in every man's heart. She is beautiful and fragrant, and she is alluring. But all the men who received her invitation letter would not come to the banquet.

And Song Ci is well-mannered in all aspects of people, and is also very popular in the women's circle. She has many friends, and those wealthy daughters are willing to come to support her.

At the dinner scene, most of the single high-quality men and beautiful women in Wangdongcheng gathered here, which gave her enough face.

The Mu family has two daughters, the adopted daughter Song Ci is beautiful, and the youngest daughter Mu Qiuqiu is pure and good.

Song Ci is the protagonist of the night and naturally wants to make an appearance at the end, but Mu Qiu was not seen at the scene, so everyone was surprised.

Someone who didn't know the truth asked in surprise, "Why didn't you see Mu Qiu?"

"Mu Qiu is ill and is hospitalized in the hospital. Song Ci held this charity dinner just to accumulate blessings for Mu Qiu."

"I see."

Standing in the corner, overhearing the conversation of the guests, Li Li tilted his head and told Han Zhan, "Miss Song is a girl that Mu Mian adopted eight years ago. I heard that she brought it back from Bijiang City after the earthquake. Both her parents died in that earthquake."

"Mu Qiu, the daughter of the Mu family, is two years younger than Miss Song."

Han Zhan only knew that Song Ci was the adopted daughter of the Mu family, but he didn't know that Song Ci had experienced the pain of an earthquake, and he was a little lost.

Thinking of something, Li Li said to Han Zhan, "Oh yes, Mr. Han should not have been discharged from the army at that time. I remember that you served in the southwest. Did you go to the rescue in Bijiang City?"

Han Zhan was a little fascinated by his thoughts, as if he hadn't heard Li Li's question.

Li Li was about to turn around to get the wine when he suddenly heard Han Zhan whispering, "I've been there."

"I've been there." Even though it has been eight years since the earthquake, Li Li still felt shocked when he recalled the post-disaster images he saw on TV at that time.

Li Li looked at Han Zhan and asked, "The scene must be much more tragic than what was filmed on TV."

Han Zhan looked down at his right hand and hummed softly.

"Well, everything you see is ruins. What you see on TV doesn't feel the same as what you see at the scene." It was the most tragic and terrifying sight Han Zhan had ever seen in his life.

In a matter of seconds, a bustling city has completely overturned, and the broken walls are all over the place. If you drop a foot anywhere, there may be several lives buried in the ground.

Such a tragic scene, once seen, will never be forgotten in a lifetime.

Over the years, Han Zhan occasionally dreamed of the big earthquake. After waking up, his mood could not calm down for a long time.

Li Li was still studying at that time. He said: "I donated a lot of money at that time. When I read the report, my eyes were red from crying several times."

Han Zhan said in a deep voice, "It's a good thing to be able to cry." They were at the rescue scene and had seen so many dead people that they were almost numb and couldn't even cry.

At this time, Li Li saw something, and suddenly touched Han Zhan's arm with his elbow, reminding him, "Miss Song is here."

Han Zhan cut off his memories, looked up in the direction of the gate, and saw a very bright red.

Song Ci dyed burgundy hair, which made her face even more beautiful. Her long hair was scattered over her fragrant shoulders, and her tall and graceful sexy body was wrapped in a burgundy tube top corset long skirt. The skirt was covered with a layer of transparent white polka-dot veil, adding a sense of agility.

Song porcelain has a slender waist and well-proportioned and slender legs, but her breasts are very plump, appearing round and jaded, charming and moving.

She is a real first lady.

Song Ci has learned etiquette classes, wearing a gorgeous dress, but also can walk out of an elegant and graceful posture.

She stepped on eight-centimeter high heels and walked all the way into the banquet hall, a few centimeters taller than most women. There were countless noble sons at the scene, but Song Ci's eyes did not stop on them.

She crossed the sea of ​​people and finally stopped in front of Han Zhan, smiling at him.

She laughed, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and all the stars hiding behind the clouds came out.

In an instant, the Milky Way was within reach.

Han Zhan looked at Song Ci's smiling face, and a strange thought flashed in his heart——

He wanted to put Mantianxinghe in a glass bottle and put it in his pocket, and no one was allowed to peek.

The waitress holding the wine came to Song Ci's side, Song Ci took a glass of red wine from it, handed it to Han Zhan's left arm, lightly opened her red lips and said warmly, "Mr. Han, you are welcome."

Han Zhan stared down at the wine, his eyes deep.

When Li Li looked at Song Ci, he suddenly became vigilant.

Ordinary people will hand the wine to the right hand of the person subconsciously. Song Ci and Han Zhan have never eaten together, and they must not know that Han Zhan eats with his left hand and left hand.

But Song Ci directly handed the wine glass to Han Zhan's left arm, obviously knowing Han Zhan's habit of using his left hand.

How did she know?

Han Zhan hid the deep thoughts in his eyes, took the wine with his left hand, and raised his glass to wish Song Ci: "Because of you, the starry sky is brighter. Miss Song, happy birthday."

Song Ci: "Thank you."

She picked up the skirt and turned around gracefully, and her figure shuttled among the gorgeous costumes.

Ten minutes later, the dinner event officially started, and Song Ci walked onto the stage carrying a violin.

Song Ci's violin played very beautifully, and his skills were beyond Han Zhan's expectations. Even he, who had no musical skills, was fascinated by Song Ci's violin sound.

Song Cila played the theme song "Theme-From-Schindler's-List" from the movie Schindler's List. Han Zhan had seen the movie, and when he heard this song, he felt a little sad.

This kind of tune is not suitable for playing at a birthday party.

There were tears in Song Ci's eyes. She controlled her emotions very well and didn't really cry. But when I finished the tune and lifted the bow, a tear fell on the strings.

It's just that the lights are too bright and no one notices.

With thunderous applause, Han Zhan heard Li Li say in his ear, "It's a pity that Miss Song won't be a star."

Han Zhan looked at Song Ci, who was brighter than the stars on the high stage, and murmured in a low voice, "It's really a pity to be a star."