Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Arang sat on the ruins of the Cloni family in Catania. He looked at the ocean in the distance, and Han Zhan's voice rang in his ears.

China.

There was his mother, there was Hough.

Arang touched the snake-shaped pendant around his neck. He suddenly stood up and took out his guns, daggers, needle weapons, tiger claws, and hidden weapons.

Arang threw all those things into the sea.

Watching the thing sink into the sea, Arang suddenly opened his arms and took a deep breath toward the sky. For the first time, he discovered that freedom was within reach of his fingertips.

As promised, Hof led him to find freedom.

He didn't break the promise.

Tears slid down Arang's cheeks, into the collarbone under the collar, and fell on the old and new scars on his body. But the corners of his mouth were raised, like an innocent child.

Arang ran away that day.

In the evening, Han Zhan received a call from Cecilio on his way home.

"Did you abduct Agen?" Cecilio's voice was deep.

When Han Zhan heard this, he sneered, "You can't keep people who come to me easily if I hook my fingers. What, do you have any objections?"

Hearing Han Zhan's ridicule, Cecilio was a little angry. "Hoff, I need his help with my business."

"But Cecilio and Agen don't want to stay in Italy."

To others, Italy is a romantic country, a country suitable for traveling and living, but for Agen, Italy is a prison.

His wings were broken by Edward, and he has been locked in that seemingly beautiful and romantic cage since he was a child. He is already tired of it and yearns to fight against the blue sky!

"Can he leave?" Cecilio sneered, "He has lived in such an environment since he was a child. Do you think he can really leave?" Even if a person leaves, his heart will always be trapped in darkness.

People who grow up in darkness, even if they climb out of the abyss and stand under the sun, will escape back to hell and continue to linger because they cannot adapt to the dazzling light.

People like them cannot see the light of day.

In the past, Han Zhan would have recognized Cecilio's words. But there was a pair of old men who spent their whole life telling him that no one deserves to spend his whole life squatting in hell.

Everyone is qualified to be a kind person.

"Ceciliao, you are actually jealous of us, aren't you?" Jealous of him and Jealousy.

"Joke!" Cecilio seemed to have heard the joke and laughed on the phone on the spot, "Why am I jealous of you?"

Wealth, power, Cecilio has it all.

Cecilio's impeccable and perfect smile was completely shattered by Han Zhan with just three words: "Su Huanyan."

Cecilio's laughter stopped abruptly.

Han Zhan knew that Su Huanyan was a taboo in Cecilio's heart, so he used Su Huanyan to deal with Cecilio, and it worked every time.

Without hearing Cecilio speak, Han Zhan knew that he had hit Cecilio's sore spot.

Han Zhan continued to point out ruthlessly: "I have Song Ci. I can kiss her as much as I want and hug her as much as I want. I have children and we live happily every day."

"And you? The woman you love is married to another man and has children. In the heart of your own daughter, you are not as important as Cheng Yanmo."

"You are the loser in love and the defective product in family relationships."

"You ask me, why are you jealous of me?" Han Zhan said sharply: "You are jealous of my happy family and happy life, jealous of my love, and jealous of Arang's freedom."

Cecilio's breathing became heavier and heavier.

Through the phone, Han Zhan also knew that Cecilio was angry.

Why do people get angry?

Because he was told something that was on his mind.

Han Zhan is no longer the frail kid he was when he was a child. He is no longer afraid of Cecilio. Especially the past few months in Italy have made Han Zhan realize that Cecilio is also a human being. He has flesh and blood and can cry. It will hurt.

"Only you, Cecilio. Only you are trapped in Italy forever!"

"You will always be the head of the 'Son of God' family, and you will die on the throne of the 'Son of God' family for the rest of your life! Just like Edward, you have wealth and power, but you will always be lonely in your heart. .”

But he is different from Edward. Edward has no heart, while Cecilio has a heart.

Edward is hopelessly bad, but Cecilio still has a cure.

Han Zhan was trying to dig into Cecilio's heart with every word. Cecilio refused to admit that Han Zhan was right about everything, he was just jealous of them!

I am jealous that Han Zhan has a pair of grandparents who love him, and I am jealous that Arang has a mother who cares about him. He was the only one who was abandoned by his mother when he was born and led astray by his father who had a distorted outlook on life since he was a child.

They can love whomever they want and marry whomever they want.

And what about him?

All his women have children with Cheng Yanmo!

Across the phone, Cecilio couldn't reach Han Zhan even if he wanted to. He hung up the phone angrily and brushed his sexy blond hair in embarrassment.

After hanging up the phone, still angry, Cecilio suddenly picked up Su Qingjia's doll on the sofa and slapped the doll. "Little bastard! You have forgotten how cowardly I was every time you saw me when you were a kid!"

This kid, Hof, is not well-behaved at all when he grows up.

She was still cute when she was a child. She looked at him from a distance and called him "brother" softly and softly. How cute it was back then, nothing like it is now.

Not cute at all.

"Daddy." Su Qingjia came back from playing outside and was shocked when she saw her daddy dragging her doll and slapping the doll.

Su Qingjia yelled angrily: "Daddy, you hit Bubu."

Cecilio hurriedly explained: "Sweetheart, aren't you?" Before he finished apologizing, Su Qingjia ran up to Cecilio with her thick legs and snatched the doll from his hand.

"Bubu, does it hurt?" Su Qingjia blew Bubu's hairy face, glared at Cecilio, and left.

Cecilio stared at Su Qingjia's back, feeling helpless.

This girl is just like her mother, daring to stare at him!

In this world, these two women were the only ones who dared to touch him, but he didn't dare to fight back.

Su Qingjia quickly ran back to the room and stuffed the dolls and other precious toys into her suitcase.

Su Qingjia tried her best, stuck her butt out, and walked out of the room pushing the small suitcase.

Cecilio glanced at her, feeling amused.

Let’s see where she can go!

The tough guys in the room just watched Su Qingjia run away from home without daring to speak.

Su Qingjia walked to the door, pushed the suitcase down the stairs, and walked down steadily.

Seeing this, Cecilio raised his eyebrows in surprise.

She is a smart and cruel girl.

Picking up the suitcase again, Su Qingjia pushed the suitcase and continued walking.

Cecilio was really angry at Su Qingjia. Staring at the chubby back of the little meat dumpling, Cecilio asked in a deep voice: "Where are you going?"

Su Qingjia let go of the suitcase, turned her head, and accused him with red eyes: "My mother said that men who slap girls are scumbags!"

"Daddy, you are a scumbag!"

Su Qingjia, who was only just over two years old, was still a bit awkward when speaking. She called the scumbag a 'explosion man'.

Being called a scumbag by his daughter, and being ridiculed by his brother for being unhappy, Cecilio felt very aggrieved.

He explained to Su Qingjia: "Daddy doesn't hit people, and he's not a scumbag. That's just a rag doll." Is it illegal to hit a rag doll?

"You're lying, Bubu is a little girl, she's wearing a skirt. Mom said, everyone wearing skirts is a girl!"

Cecilio: "."

"Then let me apologize to your doll, okay?" This was Cecilio's bottom line.

Su Qingjia pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and said, "Then give it to me and Ping Niu Niu again, and I will forgive you."

Cecilio was even more speechless.

"OK."

The subordinate quickly went to get a bottle of buffalo milk, opened it and stuffed it into Su Qingjia's mouth. Su Qingjia shed tears while drinking Niuniu, and took out Bubu from the suitcase.

Su Qingjia held the milk bottle in one hand and Bubu in the other, and said to Cecilio: "Daddy, apologize to Sister Bubu quickly."

Cecilio, who never knew what an apology was, was very embarrassed. He said in a deep voice: "Go down, I want to educate Miss Education!"

"yes!"

All subordinates were blocked, and Cecilio squatted down aggressively, preparing to educate Su Qingjia.

he.

He looked at Su Qingjia's sister Bubu tenderly and apologized flatteringly in not very standard Chinese: "Little beauty Bubu, dad didn't mean it. Dad knows he was wrong. Can Bubu forgive dad?"

Su Qingjia wiped her tears, burped, and then nodded, "Daddy, I forgive you."

Cecilio breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn Han Zhan!

"Ah sneeze!"

Han Zhan, who was sitting in the reading room and reading a picture book with Han Jun, suddenly sneezed hard.

Han Jun looked away from the picture book and stared at his father who suddenly sneezed. She grabbed Han Zhan's collar with her little hands and stood up.

Han Jun held Han Zhan's chin with one hand and opened Han Zhan's mouth with the other hand to see how he sneezed.

When he found that Han Zhan was not sneezing, Han Jun slapped Han Zhan on the chin.

"ah!"

Sneeze at me!

Han Zhan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and sneezed very cooperatively. "Ah sneeze!"

Han Jun was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

Snapped--

"ah!"

Hit another one!

Han Zhan held Han Jun's hand and taught her with a serious expression: "Dad can sneeze again, but Junjun can't hit dad again."

Han Jun was ignorant, but he also knew not to hit anyone.

Han Zhan sneezed again, making Han Jun laugh, and then he hugged her and continued reading. After reading a series of small picture books, Han Jun went to find his sister.

My sister likes to play with dolls, and Han Jun likes to play with building blocks.

The two sisters played until about nine o'clock and then fell asleep.

Han Zhan accompanied Song Ci to watch a movie, and the two of them fell asleep. The next day, Han Zhan flew to Russia with the chief designer and assistant of the spacecraft to inspect a batch of important parts. He would not return until a week later.

Song Fei was about to get married. On that day, she found Song Ci and told her: "I heard that Yan Jiang prepared a show behind my back. It was a dance. Little fool, do you think I should also prepare a show?"

Song Ci: "That's okay."

"Then I sing a song?"

Hearing this, Song Ci hurriedly said: "No need."

Song Fei's singing is really not good, out of tune, and most importantly, she is narcissistic.

"Then you teach me how to play the violin?"

"You can't learn it in a week." Being smart doesn't mean that you can learn everything quickly. Song Fei is naturally sensitive to numbers and drugs, but when it comes to literature and art, he is an idiot.

"What should we do?" Song Fei said, "Didn't you do belly dancing when you got married? How about I dance too?"

"What kind of dance can you do? Two tigers? A good little white rabbit? Or a scholar?" Song Ci choked Song Fei to death with one sentence.

Song Fei thought for a while and said, "How about you accompany me and perform a thousand arrows piercing the heart?"

Song Ci was frightened, "...Thousands of arrows pierced the heart?"

"I'm not asking you to kill people. Your archery skills are better than mine. When the time comes, you can do something for me."

The show that Song Fei had to perform was relatively difficult. In order to cooperate with Song Fei, Song Ci practiced archery at home every day to ensure that the wedding was absolutely flawless.

After three days of training, Butler Cai received the news and came to the shooting range to find Song Ci and said, "Madam, President Han of Empire Entertainment has given birth to a baby boy five minutes ago."

"Sir hasn't come back yet. Madam, would you like to send a gift to congratulate me?"

Han Zhan and Bei Zhan are good brothers. It would be too insincere to send someone to bring gifts. "I'll go by myself." Song Ci had already bought toys and clothes for her children, so she drove herself to see Han Qingshen.

Han Qing Shen gave birth to a child in a private hospital. Song Ci parked the car downstairs and when she was about to get out of the car, she thought of something and took out her mobile phone to make a call to Yan Jiang.

"Song Song, to make a long story short, I still have a stomach here waiting for me to dissect." He said he would get off work early.

Song Ci was silent for a moment and then said, "I'll do the autopsy later. I'll tell you something."

"explain."

"Hanqing Shen has given birth to a baby. The baby was born today. It's a boy."

Yan Jiang hummed and said nothing.

Yan Jiang is actually a talkative person, and when he suddenly talks less, he becomes confused.

Song Ci knew what Yan Jiang was struggling with, so she simply said it away, "You and my sister are also getting married. We don't have any elders here, but you do. If you want to invite your father to the wedding, This is a good opportunity.”

Yan Jiang hates Yan Rufeng, but every child also loves their parents.

In Yan Jiang's heart, he actually had some expectations for this father.

Yan Jiang took Song Ci's words into account and said, "I'll think about it."

"Well, hung up."

Song Ci carried large and small bags to the ward.

When Bei Zhan saw Song Ci coming with something, he walked over happily, reaching out to pick up the thing, and said politely: "It's good if you come, don't bring anything else."

Song Ci was also familiar with Bei Zhan. When she heard this, she said, "I bought it for the little darling, not for you. You picked it up quickly."

"Hi!"

Song Ci lowered her voice and asked Bei Zhan, "Is sister-in-law asleep?"

"No, I'm breastfeeding."

Song Ci walked into the room and saw Han Qingshen holding the baby and sucking milk. And their baby, Dabaobei, was lying on his mother's pillow, looking at his little brother curiously.

Seeing Song Ci coming, Bei Baobao quickly raised his head and put his index finger in front of his mouth, "Shh, Aunt Cici, my brother is eating grandma, don't disturb me."

Song Ci is about to be made cute by Bei Baobao.

I wonder if her two daughters will be as considerate, cute, gentle and sensible as Bei Baobao after they can speak.