Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Han Wangwang felt funny and angry.

I always feel that every time I face Jiang Bi, she is stupid and easily deceived.

This woman Jiang Bi is poisonous, so I fed her the ecstasy soup.

Seeing that Han Wangwang finally figured out his intention, Jiang Bi had a smile in his eyes. "Yes, there is a turtle that keeps her head hidden in her shell. If she doesn't get stimulated, she will keep hiding."

Hearing Jiang Bi's words, Han Wangwang blushed even more. "I'm not a turtle." She is a little snail at best.

"Let's go, no more blind dates, I'll take you to play." Jiang Bi stepped on the accelerator and drove Han Wangwang away.

Cheng Ziang, who was forced by his brother to go on a blind date, waited from nine o'clock in the morning until twelve noon.

Unable to find a blind date, Cheng Ziang called Cheng Yanmo. "Brother, the other party let me go."

Cheng Yanmo heard the gloating in his brother's tone and couldn't help but feel tired, "I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Yanmo was a little anxious.

What should I do? My brother seems to have become a playboy that everyone in Wangdong City despises. I'm afraid he will be a bachelor for the rest of his life.

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Han Zhan saw Han Wangwangfa's circle of friends and found that she went fishing with the girl from the Jiang family again.

It was a cold day, but the two of them were really enjoying themselves.

Han Zhan looked through Han Wangwang's circle of friends and found that Jiang Bi had appeared in Han Wangwang's circle of friends too many times in the past two years.

Han Zhan was not a girl, and he did not understand the feelings of girls. He was afraid that he was thinking wrongly, so Han Zhan quickly closed WeChat.

By chance, the meal was ready, and the housekeeper reminded Han Zhan that it was time to go downstairs to eat.

Han Zhan closed his work laptop and went downstairs to eat.

Passing by the indoor fountain, Han Zhan saw Han Miao and Han Jun fighting.

Their butler was pulling them apart. Han Zhan stopped and asked the housekeeper: "What's going on?"

The housekeeper said: "Miaomiao snatched Junjun's Tyrannosaurus Rex earlier. Junjun got angry and started fighting with Miaomiao."

Two children who can't even walk yet are fighting fiercely.

Han Miao looks big, but not as fierce as Han Jun. Han Jun is like a little wolf cub. She must protect everything that belongs to her. If her sister robs her, she must take it back.

But Han Jun is not as tall as Han Miao, so when he grabs things, he is always bullied by Han Miao.

But even after being bullied, Han Jun would not give up. In her small world view, she will not give up until she reaches her goal. She doesn't understand fear and giving up at all. A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

Han Zhan somewhat admired Han Jun's bloody spirit.

Intuition told Han Zhan that among the two children, Han Jun's personality was the most similar to his. I hate you just as much as he does, and I will never look back until I hit the wall.

Han Zhan told the housekeeper: "Let them beat them without getting hurt." The child can no longer be pampered. Her parents have raised her into a delicate little princess. When she grows up and enters the society, who will pamper them?

His daughter doesn't need to be a princess, she wants to be a queen.

Hearing this, the housekeeper looked a little surprised.

But Han Zhan is the father of the children, and he has asked for it, so what can the housekeeper say. "Okay, I understand sir."

Song Ci was about to take the children to dinner. When she came, she happened to hear Han Zhan's words. Although Song Ci felt that Han Zhan was a bit harsh on the children, she agreed with Han Zhan's ideas.

"Brother Han, it's time to eat." Song Ci pretended not to hear the conversation between Han Zhan and the housekeeper. She said to the housekeeper: "Steward Jiang, take Miaomiao and Junjun to dinner."

"Yes, yes ma'am."

Butler Jiang left with the two babies, and Han Zhan asked Song Ci: "Did you eavesdrop?" Han Zhan had already heard Song Ci's footsteps.

Song Ci nodded, "Yes, I heard it."

"Feeling sorry for them? Do you think what I'm doing is wrong?"

Song Ci thought about it seriously and then said: "You are their father, and you love them as much as I do. Being cruel is not a kind of love."

Seeing that Song Ci understood him, Han Zhan was relieved.

"Ci Bao, I will not raise my daughter as a princess. Even if I have a son in the future, I will not raise him as a little prince." Taking Song Ci into his arms, Han Zhan lowered his head and placed his head in her ear. He took a bite and said to her in a dumb voice: "Our family only needs you as a little princess."

Song Ci blushed silently. "Don't be shy, be careful." The longer they get along, the more Han Zhan's personality in Song Ci's heart collapses.

When we first met, Brother Han was a serious person.

Now?

A piece of white paper was dyed into colors by her.

The two came to the restaurant arm in arm, and Han Aoyu also arrived. He was waiting for Song Ci and Han Zhan. Butler Cai was holding a tablet and was showing something to Han Aoyu. Han Aoyu was looking at it with great interest.

"looking at what?"

Han Zhan pulled Song Ci to stand behind Han Zhan and took a look inside the tablet.

It turned out to be a family photo.

This photo was taken on the day of the housewarming, when everyone was standing at the door of the manor. We took many photos at that time, and the old man was particularly enthusiastic and took photos with everyone.

Butler Cai told Han Zhan: "The photographer has processed the photos and sent the files to Mr., Mr. and Mrs. for review. If everyone is satisfied, then we will prepare for production."

Han Aoyu looked it over and said, "It's okay. This practice is not outrageous. Let's leave it at that."

Maybe he can't keep up with the trend, and Han Aoyu can't stand the current P-picture technology. He always feels that photos are a way of witnessing and should be authentic. If a photo is too distorted to look realistic, it will lose its essence.

Han Zhan had no requirements for these. He directly handed the tablet to Song Ci.

"Porcelain treasure, take a look."

After all, in their family, Song Ci is the idol with the heaviest burden.

Song Ci looked at the photo and said, "It's very good. This is a family portrait, not an artistic photo. It doesn't need major repairs."

"Butler Cai, call the photographer back and say yes."

"Okay ma'am."

After Butler Cai left with the tablet in his arms, Han Aoyu said to Song Ci: "Okay, everyone, sit down, otherwise the food will be cold."

"good."

After the old man picked up his chopsticks to eat, Song Ci and the others started using their chopsticks.

Han Aoyu only picked some vegetables and ate them. Putting down his chopsticks, he suddenly said, "I'll go back in the afternoon."

Hearing this, Song Ci and Han Zhan raised their heads together. Song Ci persuaded the old man to stay: "Grandpa, if you stay here for a few more days, the children won't be able to leave you." Children are the best sweets, and if you coax them, grandpa will stay.

But this time, Han Aoyu shook his head firmly. He said: "No, I really have to go back. The podocarpus that your grandma gave me has not been watered for several days."

Han Zhan said: "I asked Uncle Zhong to go back and water the water."

"No, I have always watered that pine tree myself." Han Aoyu seemed particularly stubborn.

He insisted on leaving, and Han Zhan and Song Ci couldn't stay. "Do you really want to go back?"

"Um."

"Okay, I'll take you back in person later."

"also."

After dinner, Han Aoyu stayed with his granddaughters. When the children took a nap, he put his hat on his head and said, "Let's go."

Han Zhan drove Han Aoyu himself back to the forest villa.

After returning home, Han Aoyu took a watering can to water the podocarpus.

Han Zhan has been recovering from his injuries recently and is not in a hurry to go back to work, so he stays here with his grandfather.

Standing with his grandfather, staring at the pot of podocarpus, Han Zhan suddenly said: "Grandma said that you planted this podocarpus for her with your own hands. Is that right?"

"Yes." Han Aoyu told Han Zhan the origin of this Podocarpus in detail: "During the war to aid Laos and resist the United States in the 1960s, your grandmother and I rarely got together. At that time, your grandmother was alone at home, and I So I planted this podocarpus for her."

"When I was away, your grandma was taking care of this podocarpus."

Han Zhan said with a smile: "So this Podocarpus not only witnessed the feelings of my grandparents, but also witnessed the country's transformation from turmoil to stability."

"yes."

After watering, the old man suddenly handed the watering can to Han Zhan. He asked Han Zhan: "Zhan Zhan, when grandpa is gone, you will take good care of it for grandpa."

Han Zhan continued to sprinkle the water bottle, his hands shaking a little. He raised his head, looked at the blue sky, and said with a choked voice: "Grandpa, I don't want it. If you are gone, I will shovel it with a hoe and dry it and burn it as firewood."

"Don't say angry words." Han Aoyu's figure was already stooped, and he had to raise his head to see Han Zhan clearly. "Grandpa is just a piece of rotten wood. If I didn't want to see you and Song Yatou return safely, I wouldn't be able to hold on any longer."

He slowly raised his hand, the hand covered with wrinkles and age spots, and touched Han Zhan's cheek.

Han Aoyu said with emotion: "Zhan Zhan, you have grown so tall, grandpa has to stand on tiptoe to touch you."

Hearing this, Han Zhan could no longer hold back his emotions. The tall man of 1.9 meters knelt down in front of the old man in an instant. "Grandpa." Han Zhan hugged Han Aoyu's waist and cried, "Grandpa, don't you want me too?"

Han Aoyu patted Han Zhan on the shoulder, "Why are you crying? Grandpa is already in his eighties or nineties."

"Grandpa, Zhan Zhan can't bear to leave you." The night was dark and no one saw Han Zhan hugging the old man and crying like a five or six-year-old child.

Late at night, before Han Zhan came back, Song Ci called him. "Brother Han, aren't you coming back tonight?" Song Ci stood at the door of the children's room and spoke to Han Zhan in a low voice.

Han Zhan stood outside the door of Han Aoyu's room. He hummed and told Song Ci: "I will stay here tonight." Han Zhan's tone was solemn, as if something big had happened.

Song Ci felt uneasy, and she asked hesitantly: "Grandpa, did he eat much at night?"

Han Zhan: “I barely touched the food.”

Hearing this, Song Ci's heart sank a little. "Is he asleep now?"

"Just went to bed." As soon as Han Zhan finished speaking, he suddenly heard the old man coughing. It was like I couldn't stop my coughing, and it kept getting worse and worse.

Song Ci also heard it.

She said: "I'll come too."

"No, you stay with the cubs. If, if the time comes, I will notify you to come over."

"Well."

After hanging up the phone, Han Zhan opened the door and strode to his grandfather's bedside. He poured a cup of warm tea for his grandfather and handed it to him. Han Aoyu took a sip of tea, and Han Zhan noticed some blood on the teacup.

But he said nothing.

Han Aoyu slowly lay down, waved to Han Zhan, and said, "Go and have a rest. Grandpa is fine."

"good."

Han Zhan walked out quietly and closed the door for his grandfather.

Instead of going back to his room to rest, he came to Zhong Buhui's room. Zhong Buhui didn't sleep either. He was sitting alone at the small tea table in the room, drinking.

As soon as Han Zhan entered the room and smelled the smell of alcohol, his heart sank.

"Uncle Zhong."

Zhong Buhui put down his wine glass and looked up to see Han Zhan with a panicked expression. "I'll just take a sip."

Han Zhan waved his hand, "It's okay, you drink." Everyone has a time when they feel depressed and have nowhere to vent.

Zhong Buhui was relieved.

He held the wine glass, took a small sip, and motioned to Han Zhan to find a seat and sit down.

Han Zhan sat for a while and remained silent. When Zhong Buhui picked up the bottle and poured wine again, he suddenly said: "Is there any more wine glass? I'll have some too."

Zhong Buhui glanced at him, then silently stood up and went to the cabinet to take out a wine glass.

After pouring a glass for Han Zhan, Zhong Buhui handed the glass to Han Zhan and asked him, "Are you in a bad mood?"

Han Zhan took a sip of wine.

Liquor has a high alcohol content, and Han Zhan is a little uncomfortable after not drinking this kind of wine for a long time. Han Zhan turned the cup in his hand and asked Zhong Buhui: "What is Uncle Zhong feeling sad about?"

Zhong Buhui's mouth slumped, and he finally couldn't control his emotions, so he held his forehead with his hands and cried. "Zhan Zhan, the old man is dying."

Han Zhan had already seen it, but when he heard these words from Zhong Buhui's mouth, Han Zhan still felt as if he had been struck by lightning. "What's going on?" Something must have happened that he didn't know about.

Zhong Buhui said: "During the time when you and Song Yatou were away, the old man had a bad appetite. At first, I thought he was worried about your safety, so he stopped talking about food."

"Unexpectedly, one day, the old man suddenly coughed and coughed up a mouthful of blood. I was shocked at the time, and despite his objections, I forcibly took him to the hospital. After an examination, the doctor said that the organs in the old man's body were beginning to fail rapidly. , a large part of the lung has been damaged."

Zhong Buhui pressed his forehead and cried until his nose dripped onto his pants. "The old man is getting old, and he can't be cured by any treatment." As people get older, the organs in their bodies have been working for decades, and suddenly they stop working.

This is a disease that no one can cure.

After hearing this, Han Zhan took another sip of wine.

He stared at the sadness and cried bitterly, but did not dare to make a sound. He was afraid that Zhong Buhui would be heard by his grandfather in the next room, and he felt bad in his heart. That night, Han Zhan and Zhong Buhui could not sleep a wink.

The next morning, as soon as the sun came up, Han Zhan knocked on grandpa's door.

Han Aoyu said: "Come in."

Hearing his grandfather's voice, Han Zhan breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Zhan walked into the room and saw Han Aoyu sitting on the bedside with only half of his coat on. Han Zhan quickly walked over and helped his grandfather put on his clothes.

After getting dressed, Han Aoyu saw that the weather outside was nice. He said, "The weather is nice. Do you want to go fishing?"

Han Zhan smiled and asked, "Grandpa, will you accompany me?"

"Um."

"Well."

There is a small river at the foot of the mountain. It is the small river where Han Zhan took Cheng Yanmo to play when he was a child, but Cheng Yanmo rolled into it and almost drowned.

Han Zhan threw out his fishing rod and chatted with Han Aoyu about his childhood.

Han Aoyu said: "When you were first brought back as a child, you were very withdrawn. Later, you recovered, and you were like a flying centipede. You couldn't sit still."

"At that time, Old Man Cheng would annoy you when he saw you going to play with his eldest grandson. But that kid Yanmo liked you the most. As soon as you went, he would run away after you."

The sun was warm, and the old man told Han Zhan many interesting childhood stories. As I talked, I felt sleepy. "I'm going to take a nap. If the fishing rod moves, please call me."

Han Zhan nodded hesitantly, "Okay."

The old man went to bed as soon as he said he wanted to. Han Zhan waited for the old man to fall asleep, and then after a while he would reach out and check the old man's breath.

Han Zhan felt relieved after confirming that his grandfather was still alive.

It took them two or three hours to catch a silver carp and several small fish. Han Zhan took his grandfather and Yu'er home. When he got home, he found that Song Ci and the children had also arrived.

"Did you catch a fish?" Song Ci walked over and helped the old man.

"Caught a few fish and made them at noon!"

With the support of Song Ci, Han Aoyu walked towards the house with his crutches.

When Han Miao and Han Jun saw the Grand Duke, they who were standing quickly knelt down and crawled to the Grand Duke's feet. They stood up along the grandfather's legs and acted coquettishly with him.

"Ah!"

Han Miao: Grandpa, I want a hug.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Han Jun: Grandpa, hug me. Grandpa, please hug me.

Han Aoyu looked at the two little cuties with joy. He wanted to hug them, but unfortunately he was too weak to hold them. Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci and said, "Ci Bao, help grandpa sit down."

"Okay." Song Ci helped her grandfather sit down on the Grand Master's chair.

Han Zhan put down the bucket of fish, then held a little guy in one hand and placed the children next to his grandfather's legs. The children circled around Han Aoyu's thighs. Han Aoyu looked at them with a smile, and he never heard the laughter.

Han Zhan and Song Ci went into the house to cook fish.

Song Ci planned to make a pot of radish fish soup using silver carp and radishes from her grandfather’s vegetable patch.

Han Zhan plans to make a spicy Diaozi fish.

When Han Miao got tired, she lay on her grandfather's lap to rest. Han Aoyu really liked it, so he held the child on his lap and put it on his lap.

She teased Han Miao and said to her, "Miaomiao is my sister, and I have to protect her from now on, do you understand?"

Han Miao understood the word "sister". When she heard this, she raised her chubby little hand and slapped Han Jun on the head. Han Jun looked up in confusion and saw that it was Han Miao. She also reached out, grabbed Han Miao's hand and pinched it hard.

Han Aoyu felt tired.

Where are the two sisters who agreed to go on a blind date?

Fortunately, Han Jun's attention was quickly attracted by something else. She climbed to the edge of the coffee table and played with succulent potted plants.

Han Miao found that his grandfather was about to fall asleep, so he patted his chin mischievously. "Ah! Ah!" Han Miao reminded Taigong not to sleep.

Han Miao patted her grandfather several times, but couldn't wake him up, so she became a little anxious. "Ah!"

"Ah!"

Hearing Han Miao's shout, Zhong Buhui, who was using a feather duster to wipe the dust off the photos on the wall, turned around and took a look. Seeing that the old man suddenly closed his eyes and fell asleep, Zhong Buhui suddenly sounded the alarm in his heart.

"Old man, are you sleepy again?" Seeing that the old man did not answer, Zhong Buhui quickly placed the feather duster in front of Han Zhan's trophy and strode to Han Aoyu's side.

"Old man?" Zhong Buhui raised his voice and shouted again.

Han Aoyu still didn't respond.

Zhong Buhui's expression changed slightly! He carefully stretched out his index finger and placed it in front of the old man's nose. The old man's breathing was very weak, and he could only breathe out, not in!

Zhong Buhui's hands shook, and his voice became trembling: "Zhan Zhan, come quickly, the old man seems to be dying!"

Clang——

The porcelain bowl in Song Ci's hand fell to the ground.

With that fall, it seemed like something was gone!

Han Zhan and Song Ci ran out of the kitchen together.

Han Zhan put his finger in front of his grandfather's nose just like Zhong Bu regretted.

As expected, Han Aoyu could only vent his anger, not take it in.

Even though he had been mentally prepared for it, when this moment actually arrived, Han Zhan still felt heartbroken. "Grandpa!"

"Grandpa! Wake up, open your eyes and look at Zhan Zhan, it's time for us to eat!"

Han Aoyu's eyelids trembled, and his eyes gradually opened a slit, as if he glanced at Han Zhan, but also as if he didn't. After a while, Han Aoyu suddenly opened his mouth and sighed.

"Why!"

After sighing, the old man closed his eyes.

At this time, he had stopped breathing.

Han Zhan stared at his grandfather's appearance for more than ten seconds, then slowly knelt down on one knee in front of his legs and kowtowed deeply to his body several times.

"Grandpa, let's go."

Seeing this, Zhong Buhui couldn't hold back his emotions anymore. He hugged the old man's shoulders on the spot, lay on his shoulder and cried loudly.

Song Ci was also crying, wiping away tears while crying.

The two guards outside the house heard the commotion inside the house and ran into the house. When they saw the old man gone, they saluted him with a standard military salute.

Han Zhan stood up, touched his eyes vigorously, and then said to Song Ci in a hoarse voice: "Ci Bao, bring the name list. We have to call and notify relatives and friends to come and attend the funeral."

This list has been compiled a long time ago, just in case the old man passes away one day and forgets to invite a certain relative due to carelessness.

Song Ci nodded, "Okay, I'll get it right away."

She took her daughters away first and called Song Fei to inform her to come over and help take care of her nieces. After making the call, Song Ci put the children in the baby room before looking for the roster.

Only on this day did netizens truly realize what kind of big shot Mr. Han was.

In the afternoon, relatives and relatives arrived one after another, all dressed in black. Han Dongliang, who is over seventy years old, rushed to the forest villa immediately with his son Han Yueyun, daughter-in-law Lin Jiao'e, granddaughter Han Wangwang, and grandson Han Junjun.

After entering the mourning hall, Han Dongliang and his children and grandchildren knelt in front of his uncle Han Aoyu's coffin, respectfully placed incense, kowtowed and burned the paper.

Following closely behind them were Jin Luolan and his wife, as well as Di Rongrong and Mo Yao. After Mo Yao and the others left the Han family, they went to travel to the city next door. After receiving the call, they rushed over without stopping.

As soon as he entered the room and saw the solemn and solemn photo of Uncle Han on the table, the most vulnerable Di Rongrong cried on the spot. It's a good thing she didn't cry. When she cried, Mo Yao and Jin Luolan also wiped away their tears.

After putting on the incense, Mo Yao, who rarely took the initiative to comfort others, hugged Han Zhan this time. "Zhan Zhan."

Han Zhan remained silent.

Mo Yao told him: "Zhan Zhan, don't be too sad. Your grandpa just went to see your grandma and mother. He is not alone."

Han Zhan raised the corners of his lips forcefully, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying. He nodded and said, "Mo Yao godmother, don't worry about me, I'm fine." He is an adult in his thirties, so he won't accept it. I don't know this fact, I just feel uncomfortable in my heart, so I am emotionally depressed.

On this day, Han Aoyu's close friends, as well as the descendants of those deceased friends, rushed to Wangdong City from all over the country, including more than a dozen young people who were temporarily living abroad.

At eight o'clock in the evening, several representatives attended the funeral in a low-key manner, offered Han Aoyu a stick of incense and kowtowed several times. They chatted with the old gentlemen who were already present for a while, and then left in a hurry due to official business.

As for Han Zhan, he was standing in front of the door wearing a black suit and Xiao Xiao, motionless like a bronze sculpture. For fourteen hours, except for going to the toilet, Han Zhan stood there without even drinking water.

As for Song Ci, she also accompanied Han Zhan.

By two o'clock in the evening, no one would come. Han Zhan glanced at Yan Jiang and told him: "A Jiang, take Song Ci to rest."

Song Ci subconsciously asked Han Zhan: "What about you?"

Han Zhan shook his head, "I have to keep my filial piety."

Han Zhan is Han Aoyu's mourner. He cannot sleep tonight. When no guests came, Han Zhan had to kneel in front of the coffin and burn paper for the old man.

This is his duty and responsibility.

Han Zhan has strong physical fitness. When he was a soldier, he went up to six days without sleeping or eating, so it was not difficult for him to go without sleep for three days.

Song Ci said: "I'm not going, I'll accompany you."

"Don't be stubborn, listen to me, you have to take care of yourself. When the funeral is over, I have to wait for you to take care of me." The funeral ceremony will be held for three days, and Han Zhan has almost no time to sleep during these three days.

By the time the funeral was over, Han Zhan would have lost a lot of his flesh. If he and Song Ci both fell, it would be a big trouble.

Song Ci weighed it up before agreeing to Han Zhan.

Song Ci thought she couldn't sleep, but after standing for more than ten hours in a row, her iron-clad body would get tired. Song Ci actually fell asleep.

When Song Ci got up in the morning, he went downstairs and saw Han Zhan still standing in front of the door, receiving new guests. He changed into a black suit, shaved his beard, and looked in good spirits.

Song Fei told Song Ci: "He didn't rest last night."

Song Ci felt sorry for Han Zhan, but couldn't say anything.

According to Han Aoyu's last wish, after his death, his body will be sent for cremation. The cremated ashes will be scattered by helicopter in the virgin forest on the southwest border.

The southwest border is a world that Han Aoyu spent his whole life guarding. After his death, his soul coexisted with the border and guarded this land forever.

And these activities have been approved.

When the body was cremated, many old friends were wiping tears.

Han Zhan stood with the staff. When he saw his grandfather being pushed into the crematorium, he thought that his grandfather, who was fishing and talking with him a few days ago, would never be seen again. Han Zhan finally broke down completely, hugged his grandfather's portrait, knelt down and cried bitterly.

The last person who would love him as a child is gone. From this day on, he will no longer be a child.

Song Ci heard Han Zhan's heart-rending cry, she covered her face, bit her lip and cried silently.

Han Zhan later went to the southwest again and came back two days later.

As soon as he got home, he didn't even take a shower, just put on his clothes and went to bed.

Song Ci stood by the bed, looking at Han Zhan's sleeping face, and recalled many memories. In the previous life, Mr. Han passed away, and Han Zhan, wearing sackcloth and mourning, escorted the old man's portrait to the funeral parlor.

That scene was recorded by the camera, and everyone realized that the boss of Zeus International was actually the grandson of Mr. Han.

Later, in an interview with a business newspaper, Han Zhan once revealed that the most regretful thing in his life was that he could not get married and have children, so that his grandfather could leave in peace and contentment.

Han Zhan's biggest regret in his previous life was finally fulfilled in this life.

Song Ci lay down with Han Zhan and hugged Han Zhan. She noticed that Han Zhan had lost a lot of weight. Song Ci made up her mind to seize the time to gain back all the meat he had lost.

Han Zhan slept for a full twenty-seven hours. Han Zhan woke up again because he was hungry.

Seeing that Song Ci was sleeping soundly, Han Zhan got up gently and came to the kitchen wearing slippers. Entering the kitchen, Han Zhan opened the thermos pot and felt warm when he saw three dishes and one soup in the pot.

Butler Cai was still awake. When he noticed that Han Zhan was up, Butler Cai also walked out of the room. Even at night, Butler Cai is wearing a meticulous butler's suit.

"Good evening, sir."

Han Zhan took the food out of the pot himself and ate it directly while standing by the stove.

Butler Cai doesn't think Han Zhan is vulgar either.

In his opinion, the vulgarity of a person's soul is the real vulgarity.

Butler Cai told Han Zhan: "This is the meal my wife made for my husband before going to bed. She said he would wake up tonight. She knew you would be hungry when you woke up, so she specially used a thermos pot to keep you warm."

Han Zhan said while eating, "I know." As soon as Han Zhan saw the appearance of the dishes and tasted them, he knew that these dishes were made by Song Ci.

The hot and sour potato shreds were cut relatively coarsely, but their knife skills were much worse than those of his chef. Besides, this braised pork ribs is too sweet. The chef is certified and will not make such a substandard dish.

Butler Cai smiled and said, "That's right. Sir, you can definitely taste Madam's craftsmanship."

After Han Zhan finished eating, he threw the plate into the dishwasher and then asked Butler Cai: "What happened at home when I'm not here these days?"

"It's all good."

"Um."

Han Zhan asked Butler Cai to go to bed early, and he went for a walk outside the house alone to eat.

Unfortunately, it was too cold outside and the wind was blowing. Han Zhan stayed there for more than ten minutes and then returned to the house.

After returning to the room, Han Zhan was afraid that being too cold would wake Song Ci, so he filled the bathtub in the guest bedroom with water and washed himself clean. After he felt warm, he returned to the room.

As soon as he lay down, Song Ci rolled into his arms like a warm baby. "Going to take a shower?" Song Ci actually knew that Han Zhan was awake.

Han Zhan asked her: "When did you wake up?"

"Just now, when you opened the door, you suddenly woke up."

"Sorry for disturbing you."

"It's okay." Song Ci laid her head on Han Zhan's chest. She touched Han Zhan's stomach and asked him: "Have you eaten? Are you full?" Song Ci was afraid that Han Zhan would be hungry, so she cooked everything for him. Large portions.

Han Zhan said: "I'm full after eating."

Stroking his fingers back and forth on Song Cixiu's back, Han Zhan said, "Will you help me eat?"

Song Ci actually wanted to sleep, but Han Zhan had just eaten, taken a walk, and taken a shower, so he was in good spirits. Song Ci said: "I really want to sleep." She was not very interested in playing digestion games with Han Zhan.

Han Zhan: "You sleep with yours, and I'll play with mine."

Song Ci wanted to scold her mother, but she couldn't bear to scold him.

Recently, he was a fragile and poor child in need of care, but Song Ci finally agreed to him.