Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Li Li thought he had heard it wrong.

He raised his head and glanced at Han Zhan, who was drinking, as if he didn't say what he said just now.

Li Li narrowed his eyes.

There is a situation.

"Thank you very much for coming to my birthday dinner. All the donations received tonight will be donated to the anti-domestic violence service organization." On the big screen behind Song Ci, there were many pictures of domestic violence. There are women with broken noses, children with scars all over their bodies, and men who are honestly beaten by their wives.

Song Ci looked back at the big screen and turned around. She raised her right arm and clenched her slender fingers into a fist.

In an instant, the magnificent and charming smile on Song Ci's face was put away and replaced by a domineering look. "I hope that everyone who suffers from domestic violence can squeeze your fists, find the right time, and fight against a fucking life!"

The word "fuck" came out of Song Meiren's mouth, and the scene was stunned, and then everyone began to whistle wildly.

Han Zhan looked at the arrogant and arrogant woman on the stage with some surprise, with a smile in his eyes.

In this way, she has lost her elegant skin, less hypocrisy, and more real.

Song Ci said a few more words, and finally stepped down amidst thunderous applause.

When she got off the stage, she saw Yan Jiang, who was long overdue.

Yan Jiang wore a moon-white suit and a pair of pretentious silver-framed glasses, and his long hair was dyed silver-gray. He stood there with a glass of wine, attracting the side glances of a group of girls.

"I thought you weren't coming." Song Ci took out her mobile phone and teased Yan Jiang: "Yan Daxing is here, we have to take a picture together."

"How could I not come for your birthday?" Yan Jiang approached Song Ci and took a photo with her.

Han Zhan looked at Song Ci and Yan Jiang from a distance with a smile on his face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. Li Li could see that Mr. Han, being a boring slut, was interested in Miss Song. Seeing Miss Song getting close to other men, he must be jealous.

Li Li said casually from the side: "Miss Song and Mr. Yan have a good relationship."

Han Zhan stared at Yan Jiang's face, took a closer look, and asked Li Li, "Is he the spokesperson of our company?"

Li Li: "Well, the number one handsome man in the entertainment industry, the top streaming star, Yan Jiang."

Han Zhan said: "It's better to find a woman as the spokesperson."

Putting down the wine glass, Han Zhan said again, "It's boring, I'll go back first." He left the charity auction items and left first.

Li Li shook his head at Han Zhan's back.

"The old iron tree is blooming, tsk."

Off the stage, Yan Jiang took a photo with Song Ci and ended. Yan Jiang revealed what was hidden behind him, it was a birthday hat.

Without asking Song Ci's opinion, Yan Jiang put the birthday hat directly on Song Ci's head. "Happy birthday, Song Song."

Song Ci touched the hat, and the corners of her lips curved up. "thanks."

Handing the champagne to Yan Jiang, Song Ci said, "Didn't you have a new cat? How is it, is the cat good?"

Yan Jiang stroked the mouth of the goblet with his fingers, lowered his eyes and said, "Very good, very quiet, I will make a room for her, and I will take care of her myself."

Hearing this, Song Ci's eyes seemed to have tears in her eyes. She hurriedly raised her head to drink, and when she lowered her head again, there was nothing in her eyes. "Since she is raised, you must take good care of her."

"That's natural."

The two clink glasses and say nothing.

The phone in Song Ci's dinner bag rang, and she said to Yan Jiang, "Have fun, I'll go take a call."

"it is good."

As soon as Song Ci left, Yan Jiang was surrounded by other women.

Seeing that Du Tingting was calling, Song Ci quickly walked to the toilet at the end of the corridor outside the banquet hall to answer the phone. "Mother, aren't you coming tonight? The charity party has already started."

"Song Song." Du Tingting's voice was tired.

Her heavy tone made Song Ci frown. "Mother, what happened?"

Du Tingting was exhausted physically and mentally, and said weakly, "I cut my wrist in the afternoon in Qiu'er. If the nurse didn't find out in time, it might have died." Du Tingting did not dare to mention the word.

Song Ci opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

She remembered that this happened last time, but she didn't expect that in this life, Qiu would still do the same thing as the previous life.

Du Tingting: "This morning, there was news from the organ bank that they finally had a heart with a panda blood type. Qiu'er and another patient's genetic antibodies matched the donor. The heart was finally given to the one in front of Qiu'er. patient."

"I'm afraid that Qiu'er will be sad when she finds out about this, so I don't dare to tell your father without telling her. But Qiu'er knew about it somehow, and in desperation, she did such a stupid thing."

Hiding in the emergency stairway of the hospital, Du Tingting sat on the stairs without any image, talking to Song Ci on the phone. After speaking, Du Tingting bit her fingers with her teeth and did not dare to cry.

After Song Ci heard Du Tingting's remarks, she looked up at herself in the mirror with a cold expression on her face.

Song Ci is most fortunate now that Song Fei was stolen in advance. In the last life, it was because of Mu Qiu's suicide by cutting his wrists that Mu Mian made a cruel move towards Song Fei.

"Mom, I'm going to the hospital right away."

Song Ci hung up the phone, went back to the banquet hall to say hello to friends, and was about to leave.

Seeing that her face was wrong, Yan Jiang followed her secretly. Song Ci was going to the room upstairs to change her clothes. Yan Jiang followed her into the elevator and asked in a low voice, "Song Song, what happened?"

Song Ci looked up at him, her eyes blood red. "Mu Qiu cut his wrists."

Yan Jiang's expression sank, and Mu Qiu cut his wrists, exactly the same as what happened in Song Ci's dream in the previous life.

The two looked at each other, and both saw the deep color in each other's eyes.

When the elevator stopped, Song Ci stopped Yan Jiang who wanted to come out with her, "You don't have to accompany me, go back to rest early, your cat is still waiting for you to feed. I can change my clothes and go to the hospital by myself. "

Yan Jiang stopped when he heard that the cat was about to be fed. �€�

After changing back to a short skirt and flat shoes for easy mobility, Song Ci went directly to the underground parking lot and drove straight to the hospital.

When she arrived at the hospital, Mu Qiu had already been rescued.

Mu Qiu's lips were pale and she lay quietly on the bed, looking very weak, but she had already woken up. Mu Mian sat on the stool and rubbed his brows, his face was exhausted, while Du Tingting cried so red and swollen her eyes.

Seeing Song Ci coming, Du Tingting came over and hugged her.

Holding Song Ci, Du Tingting cried again. Song Ci patted Du Tingting's back. At this moment, she was powerless to comfort her. Song Ci didn't let her go until Du Tingting calmed down.

Her cry woke Mu Qiu up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the three people standing around the hospital bed. The grievances and despair overwhelmed his heart. Mu Qiu's mouth slumped, and he shouted, "Dad!" As soon as Dad shouted, Mu Qiu burst into tears.

Seeing this, Rao is Mu Mian, a big man, also softened his heart.

Song Ci also followed with red eyes.

The family hugged and cried together, and even Song Ci was shedding tears.