Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

After a set of swordsmanship performances, Song Fei held the big sword in his fist and bowed, picked up the microphone, and didn't say much, just one sentence: "I know Yan Jiang is good-looking and lovable, but it's enough for me to love him." , cats and dogs, please don’t come.”

Song Fei raised the knife above his head, the tip of the knife trembling wildly, and said, "Come on one, and I'll chop off a pair."

Hearing this, Yan Jiang was stunned for a moment, then realized that the so-called cutting off a pair meant cutting him as well.

Yan Jiang quickly ran onto the stage, snatched Song Fei's microphone, held it himself, and told everyone with a serious expression, "Dear friends and relatives, you have also seen that my wife has a bad temper. If you want to survive, please don't mess with me. "

Yan Jiang wiped his bald head and thought of a certain meme that had been popular on TikTok a few years ago, and said, "Don't love me, it won't work."

The closeness of the couple's cooperation caused those in the audience to give up their thoughts. The wife Yan Jiang found was so fierce that she was worthy of being the woman who was not killed during the riots in Africa.

Crazy enough!

After the performance, Song Fei walked off the stage and patted Song Ci on the shoulder, "You performed well tonight."

Song Ci stuck out her tongue.

She stared at the big knife that Song Fei held in her arms, and she couldn't laugh or cry, "Aren't you afraid that after tomorrow, netizens across the country will call you a gangster?"

She looks like a skinny girl, but she is handsome and majestic when wielding a sword.

Song Fei: "What are you afraid of? I'm a monster to begin with, so I'm afraid of what others say?" Since childhood, Song Fei has been an alien in the eyes of others. She doesn't care about other people's opinions at all.

Later, some friends sang on stage. After Song Fei finished her performance, she went to change clothes. At the same time, Yan Jiang also slipped away, probably to prepare for the groom's next performance.

Song Ci and Han Zhan were sitting on the sofa in the corner, looking at the people swaying on the dance floor. She tilted her head and said to Han Zhan, "Guess what Yan Jiang will perform later?"

With Song Fei's shocking performance in front of him, Han Zhan could no longer imagine what Yan Jiang would perform later.

He took a sip of the fruit wine with a complicated mood and said with emotion: "I can't figure out the world of you young people."

He is out of touch with the world.

In Han Zhan's opinion, the wedding performance should be a waltz or a tango pas de deux. If it is more open, a hip-hop dance or something can also liven up the atmosphere.

At their wedding that year, Song Ci performed a belly dance, which caused the whole audience to scream and made him almost mad to death.

The elderly Han Zhan is autistic and chooses not to say anything.

Song Ci laughed so much that she fell into Han Zhan's arms, her shoulders shaking.

Han Zhan also hugged her and played with her hair.

The two sat in the corner for a while, and then they heard someone whistling wildly towards the entrance of the ballroom, and someone shouting that the groom was coming.

Curious as to what Yan Jiang had done to trigger this man's strong reaction, Song Ci also stepped forward to watch the fun together.

She ran to the front of the crowd and saw eight men in navel-baring belly dance costumes, men disguised as women to be precise, striding over.

They were about the same size and height, and both wore fake curly hair and the same mask. The only things exposed were their necks, waists, and ankles.

Seeing this, Song Ci was so excited that his blood began to boil.

Emma can play!

Someone found a chair and asked Song Fei to sit on it and watch the performance of these fake women.

Even though Song Fei was a cold person, he couldn't help laughing after seeing how Yan Jiang and his friends were dressed.

She was pinned down on a chair by Song Ci and forced to watch this group of people dance wildly. None of them danced very well, but they all worked very hard. Their buttocks were almost raised to the sky, and their waists were almost broken.

Han Zhan stood next to Song Ci, looking at Yan Jiang and the others with a strange expression, with extremely complicated emotions.

He is really old and no young lads can play with him.

After the dance, eight men stood together. The host smiled and said to Song Fei: "Beautiful bride, come and find your groom! If you choose the wrong one, you can't change it!"

Song Fei stood up, walked past the row of men, and looked at them carefully. But these guys all disguised themselves very well. The exposed necks were all covered in foundation, and they looked the same color.

Song Fei was really in trouble.

She thought for a moment and suddenly pointed at Han Junjun in the crowd.

He was enjoying watching the excitement when Song Fei suddenly reached out to call his name. Han Junjun was stunned for a moment and expressed a little confusion.

Han Junjun is just twenty, at the same age as Hua. The young man Qingjun is handsome. Standing in the crowd wearing a white shirt, people can't help but sigh that it is great to be young.

Song Fei said to Han Junjun: "Come here, Junjun."

Han Wangwang quickly pushed Han Junjun.

Han Junjun was pushed to Song Fei's side.

Song Fei came close to Han Junjun and whispered a few words to him. Han Junjun's expression was both excited and embarrassed. Finally, Han Junjun nodded enthusiastically.

Han Junjun hugged Song Fei's waist as Song Fei requested.

As soon as his hand touched Song Fei's slim waist, one of the eight men lined up suddenly clenched his fist.

Song Fei hinted that Han Junjun should continue.

Han Junjun lowered his head and kissed Song Fei.

Just when Han Junjun was about to touch Song Fei's cheek, Yan Jiang couldn't help it anymore, pulled off his mask and walked out of the crowd.

He forcefully pulled Song Fei out of Han Junjun's arms.

Yan Jiang held Song Fei's back with one hand and held her tightly in his arms. With the other hand, he held the back of Song Fei's head, lowered his head and kissed her fiercely.

The whistle got louder.

After the kiss ended, Yan Jiang let go of Song Fei. Facing Song Fei's cunning eyes hiding a smile, Yan Jiang gritted his teeth and said, "Just make me angry."

Song Fei: "It works, doesn't it?"

She knew that Yan Jiang would not tolerate her kissing another man. He seemed timid and obedient and obeyed her, but when it came to Song Fei's ownership, Yan Jiang was more domineering than anyone else.

She is his!

Others couldn't even touch Song Fei's fingers, let alone such an intimate gesture as kissing Song Fei's cheek!

Seeing that the trap was easily broken by Song Fei, a group of old men who were dancing with Yan Jiang took off their masks and condemned Yan Jiang one after another: "A Jiang, you are so impatient. When my sister-in-law provokes you, you will She jumped out on her own initiative, and she looks like a wife slave."

"Hahaha, it's okay, sister-in-law, take good care of this Ajiang from now on, especially his mouth that curses people without even using a single curse word."

"I wish you happiness!"

A party ended with a sound of blessings.

After the banquet, the couple went home to rest for a night and drove the RV the next day, preparing for a honeymoon trip in the RV.

On this trip, they won't come back until the New Year. After the New Year, they have to go to Mo's house.

When Yan Jiang asked for leave, he had a disagreement with the unit leader. The leader felt that he was derelict in his duties, and Yan Jiang himself felt that the leader's words were reasonable, so he decided to temporarily quit his job.

Yan Jiang really wanted to quit his job, but his boss was reluctant to do so. Apart from anything else, Yan Jiang's professional ability was still excellent. When he was in school, Yan Jiang was a top student in forensic science and a well-known boss in the school.

Later, when Yan Jiang went to act, his teacher felt sorry for him for a while. In fact, during filming, Yan Jiang would occasionally participate in the investigation and research of large-scale cases with his teacher when he took a break. He never gave up on his profession.

Yan Jiang actually prefers to deal with corpses and cases than acting.

After discussion, the leaders decided to suspend Yan Jiang’s work without pay. Yan Jiang is not short of money and has no objection to this. He happily took his wife on a honeymoon trip, and updated the scenery and photos of his wife on Weibo every day. Fans were able to enjoy the silly and sweet dog food for a while.

Song Ci looked through the photos and videos Yan Jiang posted in the group and was filled with envy. “I want to go on an RV trip too.”

Han Zhan was a little embarrassed. He said: "There is a lot of work at the end of the year, so we can only wait until next year."

After Arang came to Wangdongcheng, he lived with Han Zhan and others. Ah Rang jumped down from upstairs. The cripple's legs walked very neatly.

Hearing Han Zhan and Song Ci discussing the RV trip and learning that Han Zhan was not free, Arang volunteered and said, "Hoff doesn't have time? It doesn't matter, I have time."

Turning to look at Song Ci, Arang said: "Song Ci, I have good driving skills. I will take you on a trip."

Song Ci didn't dare.

She was afraid that if Arang was unhappy, he would kill her.

Han Zhan was not at ease either. He always believed that Arang had evil intentions towards his sister-in-law. "You don't need to worry, I will take time to take her to play next year."

After saying that, Han Zhan noticed that Arang was wearing Meituan takeout clothes today. He couldn't help showing a confused expression, "What are you going to do dressed like this?"

Arang said: "Delivery food."

He took out his work card, waved it in front of Han Zhan and Song Ci, and told them: "I have good news for you. I have officially joined Meituan Takeaway and become a member of the Meituan army. From now on, it will be non-working hours. , I’m going to deliver food.”

Arang, who loves money, enjoys the satisfaction that his work brings him. He couldn't take any time off for a day, and when he did, he felt uncomfortable all over.

"By the way, Hof." After a pause, Arang called out again: "Brother."

Hearing this, Han Zhan was finally willing to give Arang a look.

Arang said: "Brother, if someone in your company orders takeout from now on, remember to ask them to order Meituan instead of others. Are you hungry?" Arang just joined the company today and is ready to compete with his opponent for business.

Han Zhan rejected him on the spot: "It's impossible. Not to mention that our company's food is delicious and no one orders takeout. Even if someone orders takeout, it's up to them to choose which outside company they want to use."

"snort!"

Arang put the helmet on his head and rode his Harley to deliver food.

Song Ci's head was full of black lines. She said: "Driving a Harley to deliver food, is there something wrong with Arang's brain or somewhere else?"

Han Zhan: "Lack of heart."

Arang wore Meituan's take-out clothes and rode a handsome and stylish Harley through every corner of the city, becoming a beautiful sight.

In less than a day, all Internet users in Wangdong City knew that a second-generation grandfather who drove a Harley-Davidson to deliver food had appeared in their city.

After a hard day's work, Arang came home in the evening and saw the reviews. He also felt that it was too ostentatious. So the next day, Arang went to buy a motorcycle.

At one o'clock at five o'clock, Arang got off work from Zeus International, drove his new motorcycle from the parking lot, and officially started his delivery service.

Ding dong——

First order.

Arang opened it and found that someone had bought more than 20 coffees and desserts. The coffee shop is on the shopping street opposite Sansheng Bridge. Arang went to pick up the express and drove to deliver the goods.

The delivery address says ‘AK Esports Club’. In Wangdong City, there are several industries named after AK. AK Design Club, AK Entertainment City, AK E-Sports Club.

Apparently, this is all the same boss.

Holding coffee in both hands, Arang walked into the avant-garde e-sports building with the permission of the doorman.

"Who ordered the coffee?"

Arang shouted.

The first floor of the e-sports department is the training location for youth trainees, and the second floor is the training location for regular team members. Hearing this, an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy appeared from the second floor. He waved his hand and said to Arang: "Here!"

Arang took the coffee and hurried up to the second floor.

"Your takeaway, a total of 21 cups of coffee. There is also a dessert."

Hearing this, the young man from before said again: "Brother, could you please send this dessert upstairs? Our manager is upstairs."

"Oh well."

When Arang works, he is dedicated to his duties and does not feel tired when running errands.

He carried the beautifully packaged snacks to the third floor. The third floor was the office area and seemed very quiet. Ah Rang didn't know exactly who he wanted to give it to, so he stood in the quiet corridor and shouted: "Who ordered the Snow Meiniang?"

"here."

Arang heard a lazy female voice. He turned around and saw a woman wearing a dark purple shirt and a black OL skirt standing under the office door behind him.

The woman had long hair, with a few strands of hair hanging in front of her forehead. She had a big waist and slender legs. She was a rare sexy beauty.

The woman seemed to have just woken up and her hair was a little messy. When she saw Arang, she waved to her, "Little brother, you are mine."

The 33-year-old 'little brother' walked over with a silent expression and handed Xue Mei Niang to the beauty. The beauty stretched out her hand, and her slender fingers were painted with black nail polish, which looked pretty good.

When Arang turned around and was about to leave, he heard the woman ask again: "Why don't you send me here tonight?"

On his first day at work, Arang didn't know there was such a rule. He said, "Maybe it's because it's so far away. I don't like the lack of money, so no one is willing to take it."

"oh."

After thinking for a while, Arang said: "But I'm different. I work hard and don't complain. As long as I have money, I can do anything." Money is the boss. If you have money, everything will be easy.

Hearing this, the woman looked at him a few more times.

Arang's safety helmet was worn very neatly. He was worried about getting tanned or contracting the virus, so he also wore a mask. The woman only saw a pair of gray-blue eyes and a few blond hair scattered from under the helmet.

She was stunned for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Foreigners."

"Mixed." Hybrid, that's what Arang usually calls himself.

The woman nodded and said, "Leave your number. We trainees go to bed very late at night and often order takeout. If you are willing to deliver it, we can make a trip at night and give you an extra fifty."

Arang nodded and said: "174XXX, my number, job number 235xx."

Hearing this, the woman said again: "The job number is too long, please tell me your name."

Ah Rang gave him a Chinese name: "Han Rang." His surname was Han Zhan, and he settled under the name of Han Zhan's family.

"Yeah, okay."

Ah Rang hurried to deliver the next order and walked very quickly. As he walked faster, his lameness became obvious. The woman stared at Arang's left leg and was slightly startled. It turns out that there is something wrong with my legs. No wonder I am still willing to take orders at night.

Arang didn't know that he had become the 'poor little foreigner with a disability' in that woman's heart, and he was still delivering food.

It was getting dark, and Arang received another meal, this time snail noodles.

Arang carried the snail noodles into a high-end hotel. If it weren't for food delivery, many delivery workers would never have the chance to enter such a high-end hotel.

Arang stood outside the door and rang the doorbell.

The door was opened by a man in black.

Arang looked up and saw the man in black, and his face suddenly sank.

He is a subordinate of Cecilio.

Arang walked in with the snail noodles and threw the snail noodles on the coffee table in front of Cecilio. "Guest with the last number 2041, your snail noodles have been delivered. Please give a good review."

Cecilio looked away from the computer and glanced at Agen lukewarmly. That look was full of contempt and disdain. "Do you have shit in your head?" Cecilio rarely uttered curse words, but after seeing Agen's appearance, he couldn't hold it in anymore.

Arang took off his mask and calmly replied: "Don't curse."

Cecilio took a deep breath and said, "Come back to Italy with me. Even if you drive for me, you still have a better future than delivering food."

"You can deliver food if you want, but you can't drive a car without thinking." Does he want money? What he wants is freedom!

Cecilio wrinkled his nose as he smelled the unpleasant smell of snail noodles. He said: "Our business is very big, Arang, I need your help. There is no reason for all of you to be cool and carefree, but I have to work hard like an old scalper."

Cecilio also wants to deliver food.

Agen was quite sympathetic to Cecilio. He said: "It is impossible to want power and freedom at the same time." He sent a refined Chinese sentence to Cecilio, "Since ancient times, fish and You can’t have it both ways.”

Cecilio did not understand the true meaning of these words, and simply thought that Agen was talking about fish and bear's paws. He also said: "Slaughter them all, cook them and you can eat them in one meal."

Arang: "."

"It's terrible to be uneducated."

Putting the mask back on, Agen turned around and left. Before leaving, he did not forget to remind Cecilio to remember to give good reviews.

After Agen left, Cecilio felt sulky for a while, then opened the takeout box, lowered his head and frowned and took a few mouthfuls of snail noodles.

An hour ago, Su Huanyan posted a picture of herself eating snail noodles on Instagram. Cecilio saw it and wanted to try Su Huanyan's favorite delicacy.

But the smell of this food was really weird, and Cecilio really couldn't accept the taste.

It is simply a murderous weapon in the world!

He couldn't figure out why Su Huanyan liked to eat this kind of food. Cecilio gave up the snail fan, but in the end he did not forget to give Agen a five-star praise.

Cecilio: It is everyone’s responsibility to support their brother’s career.

The first update at midnight last night, now the second update, see you tomorrow, babies.