Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

After Han Qingshen finished feeding the baby, the baby was not full yet, so he was a little impatient and cried loudly.

Bei Zhan hurriedly mixed some more milk powder for the little guy. The little guy held the pacifier in his mouth and ate very comfortably.

"Your baby is really good at sucking milk. You're lucky. This child is easy to take care of at first glance." Among Song Ci's two daughters, Han Miao loves breast milk and milk, while Han Jun is a bit pickier.

At that time, Song Ci had just given birth to a baby, and her milk supply was not enough for the two children, so she had to take it with her milk for the first week. As a result, Han Jun burst into tears as soon as he took the bottle in his mouth, which made Han Zhan always think that Han Jun was feeling unwell.

Bei Zhan also knew about Han Jun's torture of Han Zhan, and he felt a little proud after hearing this. Bei Zhan said: "When our Dabao was first born, Qingshen was not suitable for breastfeeding due to physical reasons, so we gave her milk powder."

"She is also good. She eats whatever is given to her."

Bei Zhan fed the baby, burped it, and then put him back in the crib.

At this time, Han Qingshen waved to Song Ci, "Song Ci, come and help me."

Song Ci thought Han Qingshen wanted to go to the toilet, but Han Qingshen said, "Come and help me put on makeup."

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"now?"

"Yes." Han Qingshen said, "I will transfer to the confinement center later. There may be media waiting outside." Han Qingshen, who loves beauty, will not allow herself to appear in front of the media with an unkempt appearance.

Hearing this, Song Ci couldn't help but admire him. "good."

Song Ci gave Han Qingshen a makeup look that complemented her complexion, covering up her pale and weak complexion due to excessive blood loss during childbirth.

Han Qingshen took a look in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.

"Pack your things and get ready to go to the confinement center." There are also professional doctors and nurses in the confinement center of Hanqing Shending, which provides better services than in the hospital.

Bei Zhan nodded and neatly packed away the adults and children's things.

Song Ci helped them carry their things and escorted Han Qingshen downstairs. Sure enough, she met several reporters downstairs.

Reporters may be afraid of Han Qingshen's aggressive and inhumane style, so they don't dare to get too close. They only dare to hold up the microphone from a distance and interview a few words politely.

Song Ci stood at the back carrying something, trying to downplay his presence.

After the interview, they got in the car.

When he arrived at the confinement center, Han Qingshen went to bed and whispered to Bei Zhan, "Give me a change of pants." There was a lot of lochia discharge, and after a trip, his pants were already dirty.

Even though she was a woman, Song Ci still wanted to avoid suspicion. She said, "You guys do it, I'll take the baby out and wait for you."

Song Ci picked up Bei Baobao and stood in the corridor for a while, then saw Yan Rufeng coming. Yan Rufeng had a stomach operation last year. The operation was successful and she is able to continue to live. Yan Rufeng is particularly energetic.

Seeing Song Ci from a distance, Yan Rufeng smiled at her.

"Uncle Yan."

"Song Ci." Yan Rufeng reached out and took Bei Baobao in Song Ci's arms. Bei Baobao said, "Grandpa Yan, my brother is so cute."

"Are you cute?"

Bei Baobao thought about it seriously, then shook his head and said seriously: "I'm cuter."

After scratching Bei Baobao's nose, Yan Rufeng said, "You are cute and beautiful, and my brother is handsome and handsome."

"No, my brother actually looks like a pug." He's wrinkled and doesn't look good. Bei Baobao said that his younger brother was cute, but he was actually acting out of conscience.

Yan Rufeng smiled heartily, "You little naughty boy."

After laughing, Yan Rufeng looked at Song Ci and said to her, "Long time no see. Are Mr. Han's injuries healed?"

"Please bear with me, everything is fine now."

"Well, that's good." Yan Rufeng obviously had something to say, but didn't know where to start, so he looked slightly hesitant.

Song Ci said bluntly, "My sister and Yan Jiang will get married in a few days."

"I know." After Yan Jiang retired from the entertainment industry, his every move still attracted attention. For example, he once went to a shopping mall to buy a wedding ring, went to a hotel to see the hotel wedding banquet package, and discussed the dress style with a design master named Mo.

These things have all been photographed by paparazzi.

And Yan Rufeng, who intends to repair the father-son relationship with Yan Jiang, naturally knows these things. Yan Rufeng was very eager to attend his child's wedding, but he was self-aware and understood that the child was psychologically hostile to him, so he did not dare to disturb him.

It is not appropriate for Song Ci, an outsider, to meddle in Yan Rufeng and Yan Jiang's affairs. If I don't forgive Yan Rufeng, it's all Yan Jiang's fault.

Therefore, even though he could clearly see the disappointment and expectation on Yan Rufeng's face, Song Ci would not invite Yan Rufeng to the wedding without permission.

Inside, Bei Zhan changed Han Qingshen's clothes and opened the door.

Song Ci and Yan Rufeng entered the suite together. She said hello to Han Qingshen and left first.

Song Ci walked downstairs and was about to get in the car, only to find that Yan Jiang's car was parked in the underground garage of the confinement center, right opposite her car.

Ajiang is here?

A smile flashed in Song Ci's eyes and she said to Long Yu, "Go to the supermarket and then go home."

"Okay ma'am."

-

Upstairs, Yan Rufeng was sitting on the sofa, carefully observing the little guy in the crib.

The little guy's nose is not big, but it is very upturned, much like Hanqing Shen. With his eyes closed, he couldn't tell who he looked like, but from the outline, he looked somewhat similar.

"He looks a lot like your father." Yan Rufeng said to Han Qingshen. "It seems that he has grown up and is a handsome boy again."

"Um."

Han Chenyi is indeed handsome. He was the school boy when he was in college. Later, he didn't gain weight even in middle age and he was still a handsome uncle.

In my impression, Han Chenyi only lost his charming charm when he lost weight due to a serious illness and lost his hair in bunches when he was about to die.

Knock knock——

Hearing the knock on the door, Yan Rufeng and Bei Zhan looked up at the door that was pushed open.

A smooth and round bald head first broke into their eyes. Then, the owner of that head raised his head, revealing a beautiful and handsome face.

Everyone in the room was a little surprised when they saw the person coming.

Yan Jiang stood under the door, smiled at Bei Zhan, and said, "Are you surprised to see me?"

Bei Zhan came to his senses and smiled happily, "Mr. Yan Jiang, please come in quickly."

Yan Jiang walked into the suite carrying his things.

After putting down the things, he walked directly to the bedside without looking at Yan Rufeng and said to Han Qingshen, "Mr. Han seems to be in good spirits. Congratulations on the birth of your son."

When Han Qing Shen faced Yan Jiang, his demeanor was rare and gentle, not as ruthless and decisive as he was in business. She slightly raised the corners of her lips towards Yan Jiang and said, "Thank you for coming to see us. I'm very happy."

She was really happy that Yan Jiang could come.

Yan Jiang smiled and took out a red envelope and a red wedding invitation from his pocket. He put the red envelope at the little boy's feet and handed the wedding invitation to Bei Baobao.

Bei Baobao took the invitation and asked curiously: "Uncle, what is this?"

After touching Bei Baobao's head, Yan Jiang told her: "Uncle is getting married. Does Bei Baobao want to come to uncle's wedding?"

Bei Baobao was flattered.

Ahhhh! The handsome uncle invited her to the wedding!

Bei Baobao asked innocently: "Can I wear a wedding dress?"

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence in the suite.

Yan Jiang knelt down and told Bei Baobao, "No, every girl can only wear a wedding dress for the man she loves deeply. At uncle's wedding, only his bride can wear a wedding dress."

"I can be a bride." Bei Baobao pointed to her face and said, "I am very beautiful." She then pointed to her parents and said, "My parents are also very beautiful."

Yan Jiang still clearly refused, "Sorry, my uncle's bride is the most beautiful girl in the world."

Hearing this, Bei Baobao suddenly became listless like a frosted eggplant.

Holding the invitation in hand, she walked to the couch next to Yan Rufeng and sat down. Bei Baobao pursed his lips and lowered his head, looking pitiful as if his confession had been rejected, which made people laugh.

Yan Jiang's eyes moved away from the aggrieved Bei Baobao and stopped at Yan Rufeng. "let's talk."

Hearing this, Yan Rufeng stood up excitedly. "Okay!" Yan Jiang was still willing to chat with him, which was a kind of forgiveness for Yan Rufeng.

The confinement center has a special leisure place. Yan Jiang and Yan Rufeng went to the billiards room on the fourth floor. Yan Jiang said: "I heard that you once won the Snooker World Championship Award?"

Yan Rufeng was a little ashamed. He waved his hands and said, "I'm not that powerful. What's really great is my affectionate father. He taught me all my skills."

Yan Rufeng mentioned that person without hesitation, but Yan Jiang's mood was still a little subtle. He suddenly asked: "When you saw me being born, did you have any thoughts of throwing me to death?"

Yan Jiang's blunt question made Yan Rufeng miss the ball in shock.

Yan Rufeng put down his cue, leaned against the table, and looked at Yan Jiang in shock and surprise.

After a while, Yan Rufeng shook his head and said, "The day you were born, I didn't want to kill you." Yan Rufeng suddenly lifted up his sweater, and Yan Jiang saw an old scar on Yan Rufeng's abdomen. .

Yan Jiang's eyes showed a look of shock. "you"

Yan Rufeng smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't want to kill you, nor did I want to kill my mother, let alone a woman who had just given birth and was still breastfeeding. So, I killed myself."

Yan Jiang was shocked, "You are so stupid."

Yan Rufeng is obviously an innocent person.

He's so stupid.

"I have never been a smart person." If Yan Rufeng was smart, he would have noticed that his mother was wrong earlier and would not have made such a mistake.

Staring at the scar on Yan Rufeng's belly, Yan Jiang felt sympathy for this man for the first time. "Thank you for not killing me back then, so I was lucky enough to meet Song Fei."

Yan Jiang took out another invitation from his trouser pocket and handed it to Yan Rufeng. Looking at the invitation, Yan Rufeng was flattered and asked, "Can I go to the wedding?"

Yan Jiang disliked Yan Rufeng's ink marks, so he raised his hand and threw the invitation towards Yan Rufeng.

Yan Rufeng quickly grabbed the invitation. When he looked up, he heard Yan Jiang say: "Come and see, even if you can only be a guest."

Even though Yan Rufeng has his grievances and stories, so what? The pain he suffered and the tears he shed cannot be compensated by anyone.

His parents are long dead.

He is an orphan.

After handing over the invitation, Yan Jiang felt relaxed all over. "I'm leaving. I have a date with Song Fei tonight."

".good."

After Yan Jiang left, Yan Rufeng touched the red invitation tenderly several times before inserting it into his suit pocket and keeping it close to his chest.

Being allowed to attend the ceremony as a guest was the greatest kindness Yan Jiang showed to Yan Rufeng.

-

Song Fei went to the network security department today to provide guidance, and Yan Jiang drove the car directly to the door of the unit.

After a phone call, he learned that Song Fei wouldn't be able to come out for another twenty minutes, so Yan Jiang drove around in the neighborhood.

Finally, Yan Jiang parked the car in front of a flower shop.

What kind of flowers would Song Fei like?

Yan Jiang couldn't make up his mind, so he went online and asked for help sincerely.

Yan Jiang V: [I want to send flowers to Miss Song. What kind of flowers would be better? 】

The comment that was pushed to the top of the list of popular comments was a picture. The picture shows a beautifully packaged bouquet. The flowers are all roses folded with 100 yuan.

The type of flower is called——

Money to spend!

When Yan Jiang saw the picture, he should have laughed it off, but when he thought of Song Fei's money-loving personality, he felt that this flower was very suitable for Song Fei.

Yan Jiang took the cash and hired someone to quickly fold more than 199 money roses.

After Song Fei got off work, she didn't see Yan Jiang at the door of the unit, and she was still a little confused.

She took out her mobile phone and called Yan Jiang.

As soon as Yan Jiang got in the car, he received a call from Song Fei. He said: "You stand at the door and wait for a few minutes, I will come right away."

"Oh." After hanging up the phone, Song Fei kicked the pebbles with her sneakers out of boredom. When she kicked the twenty-third pebble, Yan Jiang arrived.

Yan Jiang stopped the car and Song Fei came to the passenger side. She opened the door and was stunned for a moment when she saw the money rose on the passenger seat.

Yan Jiang: "Given to you, 199 love roses." Yan Jiang picked up the money roses and handed them to Song Fei's arms, "Do they smell good?"

Song Fei lowered his head and sniffed it cooperatively, and said, "The scent of copper coins is not strong enough." This means that the money is too little, not enough.

Putting his right hand into a fist in front of his lips, Yan Jiang laughed muffledly.

After the laughter ended, he opened his wallet and stuffed all his bank cards one by one among the roses.

"Miss Song Fei." Yan Jiang stared at Song Fei affectionately and said, "I will give you all my property. Can you give me a home?"

Sorry, the update is over. My sister-in-law had a baby last night and went to the hospital to run errands. Second update before twelve o'clock.