Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Han Zhan, who listened carefully to the annual work summary reported by his subordinates, was not aware of the incident outside the window at all.

At this time, it was Zhu Qi's turn to report on this year's work. She finished summarizing her work and was about to elaborate on her work plan for next year when she looked up and saw a helicopter outside the window.

Zhu Qi stared at the helicopter. After seeing clearly what was written on the note under the helicopter, there was suddenly no sound.

Han Zhan, who was listening attentively to the employee's speech, noticed that Zhu Qi suddenly lost his voice while talking. He frowned slightly and asked, "Huh? What's wrong?"

Zhu Qi pointed outside the window.

Li Li also said, "Mr. Han, look outside."

Han Zhan looked in the direction pointed by Zhu Qi's fingertips.

When he saw the helicopter for the first time, Han Zhan said subconsciously: "Where's the security? Who allowed someone to play with a remote control helicopter here? They didn't know this was a company." As he spoke, Han Zhan clearly read the content on the note. .

[Brother Han Zhan, I love you! Compare your heart! 】

Han Zhan's face suddenly turned red, and before he could finish speaking, he was suffocated to death in his stomach. In this company, even if there were girls who liked Han Zhan, they would not dare to confess.

The only one who dares to do such a shameless thing is the porcelain treasure in his family.

If the boss's wife wants to fly with a helicopter in front of the company, of course that is allowed.

Seeing that Han Zhan suddenly stopped talking, Li Li, who loved to join in the fun, asked, "Mr. Han? I'll ask the security guards to drive that ignorant person away!" As a capable subordinate, Li Li is very Motivated.

Under the gazes of everyone who couldn't help but laugh, Han Zhan stretched out his hand, shook it, and said, "My wife loves to make trouble, which makes everyone laugh."

Li Li burst out laughing, his lips pursed, and he cursed silently: "Double-standard dog!"

At this time, another helicopter flew up unsteadily. There is also a balloon tied to this helicopter. The note underneath the balloon reads -

[Han Zhan, Xiao Cici will always love you, okay! 】

Han Zhan's face turned redder. He subconsciously unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of warm tea.

He is an old man and cannot stand this kind of romantic stimulation.

I felt happy and shy at the same time.

Li Li, Bei Zhan and others looked at the helicopters with great interest, wondering what Song Ci was trying to do.

The third and fourth helicopters flew up one after another, and they were lined up. The nose of the plane was pointed at the office where Han Zhan and the others were located. All the helicopters suddenly changed their positions, shook their bodies, and formed a heart shape.

Han Zhan felt as if an arrow had been shot in his heart.

He suddenly stood up and said: "After sitting for a few hours, everyone is tired. We all go out to rest for a while, and we will continue in the afternoon."

Everyone: "."

Why haven't I said you were tired before?

Li Li still wanted to stay and continue watching the tricks, so he said, "Mr. Han, I'm not thirsty."

Han Zhan flew over with a cold look and said, "No, you are very thirsty."

Bei Zhan quickly pulled Li Li away who wanted to join in the fun.

After everyone left, Han Zhan stood up and walked to the window, staring at the square below.

Beside the flower bed in the square, Song Ci was wearing a sports suit and a peaked cap, squatting on the seat of the flower bed. She was holding a remote control aircraft in her hand and was concentrating on controlling the helicopter to pose.

Next to her, there were also five teenagers holding remote controls squatting, and Arang was also there. Arang squatted next to Song Ci, biting a lollipop in his mouth, and reluctantly helped Song Ci control the remote control plane.

"I'm not saying that your tricks have long been outdated. As early as more than ten years ago, Oriana played these tricks in order to pursue Ye Chen."

Song Ci curled her lips, "She chases hers, and I play with mine."

Arang snorted coldly, "I don't like this kind of thing. If any girl wants to chase me, I won't be indifferent if she doesn't need a dozen sports cars to give me a heart shape."

Song Ci sneered, and she squeezed Arang: "So you are single until now. You know, if we leave it in China and go back ten or twenty years, you, who is in your thirties and has no wife, will be an old bachelor." .”

Arang patted his butt and said, "It's okay, I have money. Money is the most loyal and considerate wife." With money, he could buy warmth and happiness.

Song Ci added: "A man obsessed with money can never find a girlfriend." How many women are frugal nowadays?

Arang was too lazy to talk to Song Ci anymore.

All helicopters were withdrawn, and Arang stretched out his hand towards Song Ci.

Song Ci asked: "What to do?"

Arang: "What about the hard work fee?"

Song Ci reluctantly took out the money and scolded Arang: "You live in my house and eat my food, and you ask me for money when I ask you to help with something. You really can't find a wife like this."

Arang: "Give me money!"

Song Ci took out two hundred from his bag and threw it into Arang's hand.

Arang got the money, turned around and left.

After entering the company, he turned a corner and entered the toilet. Opening the pocket behind his butt, Arang folded the cash and put it into the pocket, then opened the small financial management software and recorded the two hundred yuan earned today.

After doing all this, Arang went upstairs.

In the elevator, he met Han Zhan who was going downstairs.

Han Zhan stared at Arang's butt and said, "Are you asking your sister-in-law for money again?"

Arang leaned against the elevator and said, "Song Ci is not short of that little money."

"Call sister-in-law."

"Song Ci."

Han Zhan's eyebrows were beating wildly, "No rules!"

Ah Rang pulled Han Zhan out of the elevator, walked in and closed the door.

Han Zhan quickly walked out of the company building and saw Song Ci scanning the QR code to pay for the remote control teenagers. Apparently, these are the people she borrowed from the club. After Song Ci finished paying, Han Zhan came behind her.

Han Zhan covered Song Ci's eyes.

Song Ci immediately smelled Han Zhan's neutral woody fragrance.

Recognizing it was Han Zhan, Song Ci felt relieved and started acting, "Help, someone is robbing Huanghua's eldest daughter, help! Help!"

Han Zhan leaned close to Song Ci's ear, lowered his voice, and threatened her: "If you want to live, don't scream!"

Song Ci pretended to be scared, her heart and liver were trembling, and she said in a trembling voice: "Da Langjun, Da Langjun, please don't harm me. I have no money, and I don't look good. All I have is this sincerity. Before we count, do you want it? If you want it, I’ll give it to you.”

Han Zhan succeeded in making Song Ci laugh. He let go of his hand, walked around in front of Song Ci, looked down at her, and pretended to be angry and said: "So everything you gave me before was all false love."

After poking Song Ci's heart, Han Zhan asked: "You have kept this heart. Who are you planning to give it to?"

Song Ci squeezed Han Zhan's hand, "You don't know who I want to give it to?"

Han Zhan's expression became serious. He stared at Song Ci's eyes full of nostalgia and uneasiness. He knew that Song Ci came to the company because she wanted to spend more time with him and couldn't bear to leave him. His heart felt soft.

"Come up with me, and after the summary meeting is over, I will take you to play."

"good."

Han Zhan took Song Ci to the cafeteria for dinner.

Song Ci had eaten in the old company's restaurant before. After moving from Zeus International to Yulong Building, Song Ci had never eaten food in Han Zhan's company cafeteria.

Han Zhan took Song Ci to have Chinese food.

It's been cold recently, and Song Ci has gained a few pounds. She restrained herself and only ate half of the bowl of rice before putting down the bowl. As always, Han Zhan added some more vegetables to her bowl.

"If you don't eat rice, just eat more vegetables. In short, you can't go hungry."

Song Ci secretly touched the flesh on her waist.

When she stands, she has a very good figure. But as soon as I sit down, there is a small circle of flesh around my waist. Song Ci was a little unhappy and muttered: "It's you who always adds food to my bowl. I've gained several pounds."

Han Zhan also laughed, "Starving is not good for your health, especially your stomach. Beauty is important, but health is more important."

Song Ci did not refute again.

In any matter, once her health is involved, Han Zhan will never back down.

Song Ci could only finish the dish with pain and joy.

After eating, Song Ci followed Han Zhan back to the office. Song Ci walked a few laps and exercised in the office fitness room for half an hour. After sweating, she went to take a shower.

After taking a shower, she walked out wearing Han Zhan's shirt and suit trousers. Han Zhan's suit pants are very long, and Song Ci also has a pair of long legs, but compared with Han Zhan's legs, they are a lot shorter.

Song Ci held up the legs of her trousers and walked to the bed comically. She said to Han Zhan on the bed: "Your pants are too long and they always step on your feet."

Han Zhan was taking a nap against the pillow with his eyes closed. When he heard this, he quickly stretched out his left arm and pulled Song Ci into his arms. Imprisoning Song Ci, Han Zhan said: "Since it has grown, don't wear it anymore."

Song Ci was waiting for this sentence, "Since you won't let me wear it, then I won't wear it." Song Ci's tone sounded a little reluctant, but the speed of taking off his pants was surprisingly fast.

Song Ci rarely came to the company, and Han Zhan had fantasized about doing whatever he wanted to her on this bed more than once. Han Zhan even had the things ready, but there was no use for them.

Finally, the fantasy came true. Han Zhan was somewhat excited and rarely lost his self-control.

By the time it was over, it was almost time to go to work.

Song Ci lay softly on the bed, covered her face with the quilt, and said, "I want to sleep."

But Han Zhan said, "I'll take you to take a bath first." He carried Song Ci to the shower room and took a quick shower. Han Zhan put one of his clean shirts on Song Ci and put Song Ci back on the bed.

Song Ci fell asleep soon. Han Zhan waited for her to fall asleep, then got dressed, walked out of the office, and said to the chief special assistant: "Be careful, no one is allowed in."

The special assistant felt like a mirror, knowing that Mr. Han's baby was resting inside, so he nodded and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Han, no one will go in."

"Um."

Song Ci was woken up by Han Zhan.

When she opened her eyes, Han Zhan's head was close to her face, rubbing hard on the crook of her neck. "It's time to wake up, porcelain treasure."

Song Ci hugged Han Zhan's head and asked him, "What time is it?" The sun outside the window was already running towards the west.

Han Zhan: "It's half past four."

Song Ci slept for two hours.

Song Ci quickly pushed Han Zhan away and got up. The previous clothes had been sent for dry cleaning, and the assistant had already sent over brand new clothes.

Han Zhan ordered his assistant to buy the clothes according to Song Ci's dressing style. The sizes and lengths are all suitable. Song Ci styled her hair and simply put on makeup before getting off work with Han Zhan.

The two are going on a date.

Han Zhan was about to walk to the garage when Song Ci took his arm and said, "Let's take a walk, Han Zhan, how long has it been since you took a walk with me?"

Han Zhan nodded, "Then let's walk."

The two walked out of Yulong Building, crossed the bridge, and came to the shore.

Today is Christmas, there are more people on the street, and the atmosphere is different. On the streets, you can see beautifully decorated Christmas trees and cheerful Christmas songs everywhere.

Song Ci went to a jewelry store and bought two red scarves. She surrounded one of them with Han Zhan and gave the other to herself.

Han Zhan wore a black suit with a blue windbreaker to keep out the cold, and Song Ci wore a red scarf. It didn't match well. Fortunately, Han Zhan is good-looking and can manage such a look.

Song Ci wore a khaki windbreaker and black trousers, which matched well with the red scarf. The red color will make Song Ci more fair and attractive.

Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's tender face and whispered, "I always feel guilty for kidnapping my neighbor's little sister."

Song Ci suppressed a smile and said, "You are self-aware."

Han Zhan held her hand with his right hand.

Song Ci said: "The gloves are quite cold, please hold me with your left hand."

Leather gloves are indeed a bit cold in winter.

Han Zhan thought for a while and simply took off his gloves. His broken finger was equipped with a prosthetic finger, which had a metallic texture. It was the kind of look that others could tell at a glance that his hand was disabled, but would not find it ugly.

Han Zhan directly held Song Ci with his right hand.

The touch of those two metal fingers was transmitted to Song Ci's heart through the palm of his hand. Song Ci asked Han Zhan hesitantly: "Han Zhan, do you care about other people's opinions? If you do, then wear gloves." Everyone loves beauty, and Han Zhan must also love beauty.

Han Zhan said: "At the beginning, I really cared about it, and I gave up on myself for it. Later I realized that wearing gloves was also to avoid unnecessary trouble and pity and sympathy."

"But now." Han Zhan smiled and said with a domineering air, "I have money, status, a wife and children. No one's sympathetic eyes can hurt me."

Han Zhan was actually not afraid of other people's sympathy and pity, he was even more afraid that Song Ci would look at him like that.

So on the day when she received the marriage certificate, when Song Ci boldly asked him to put the ring on her with his right hand, Han Zhan felt like he was treated as a normal person by Song Ci.

That was the first time that he mustered up the courage to take off his gloves in front of others and look directly at his own disability.

In Song Ci's eyes, Han Zhan was not a poor guy with a hand disability.

Hearing what Han Zhan said, Song Ci felt relieved.

Song Ci actually didn't care about Han Zhan's disability. She held hands with Han Zhan when they went out, and she wasn't afraid of being discovered that her husband's hand was disabled. She thinks Han Zhan is very good, he is good everywhere.

After walking for a while, Han Zhan suddenly met a little girl selling flowers. The girl handed the flowers to Han Zhan and said with a sweet smile: "I wish Mr. and Miss their love will last forever!"

Today is not Valentine's Day, but roses are selling well.

If the flower girl says something nice, some fool will pay for the flowers, and even Han Zhan is no exception. Han Zhan was about to pay with his mobile phone when he heard the flower girl say: "This is for you, big brother." The little girl ran away with the flower basket.

Hearing this big brother's voice made Han Zhan feel light-hearted, as if he had suddenly become several years younger.

It’s no secret that he puts on a facial mask four times a week!

Han Zhan gave the rose to Song Ci, but Song Ci said, "Take what's given to you."

Han Zhan frowned, took the flower in his left hand and Song Ci in his right hand, and continued walking to the Shenxiang restaurant. After walking for a while, Han Zhan met another flower seller, this time a young man.

The young man picked the most beautiful rose and bent down to give it to Han Zhan, "Brother, I wish you and my little sister a lifetime of love!"

Before Han Zhan even took out his wallet, the child ran away.

Han Zhan felt something was wrong.

After walking a little further, he met another little girl and was stuffed with a flower. After walking for more than a hundred meters, I met the flower seller again.

Later, Han Zhan couldn't hold the flower with one hand, so he had to let go of Song Ci and hold it with both hands.

He counted silently in his mind and found that he had received forty-nine flowers. Han Zhan, an old man, holding a large bouquet of delicate roses, attracted the attention of many people when he and Song Ci walked into the Shenxiang restaurant.

Those who can dine in Shenxiang restaurants are all from the upper class. Han Zhan is the new richest man in Wangdong City. Who doesn't recognize him?

Being stared at by those familiar and unfamiliar friends, Han Zhan felt extremely ashamed.

Song Ci walked to their seat and sat down. Han Zhan had too many roses and it was not convenient for him to sit down. Song Ci stood up again and took the initiative to pull out the chair for Han Zhan.

"Han Zhan, sit down."

Han Zhan sat down, hugging the flowers, feeling a little confused.

He had already guessed that these roses were not given to him by enthusiastic strangers, but by those arranged by Song Ci.

There are two blooming roses in a vase on the dining table.

Han Zhan noticed that there was only one rose on other people's tables.

Song Ci did not sit down. She bent down and took a red rose from the vase with her delicate hands. Song Ci inserted the rose into the rose bouquet in Han Zhan's arms.

Her rose is the most beautiful and charming.

Han Zhan heard Song Ci say: "Big brother, I wish you peace and a long life. This time you go to the moon, you must come back on time and in good health. Song Ci is waiting for you on the earth."

Han Zhan saw Song Ci's eyes were red, and he felt something special in his heart.

I feel satisfied and sad at the same time.

"Song Ci."

"Shh!" Song Ci raised her finger in front of her lips to signal Han Zhan to shut up.

Han Zhan closed his mouth, said nothing, and looked at his little wife quietly.

Song Ci stared at Han Zhan and the roses. She said: "Han Zhan, it is Christmas in 2023. Song Ci gave you 50 roses on earth. And you didn't give me anything, so Han Zhan, you You owe me 50 roses."

Han Zhan's brows moved slightly, "So, what kind of gift should I give in return?"

Song Ci said: "I want you to give me a rose every Christmas from now on. From 2024 until 2074, before you are 85 years old, you must give me a rose every Christmas." Roses." After the age of 85, you may have burped your butt.

Han Zhan was so moved that his eyes felt a little warm.

He glanced up at the sky, held back his tears, and then said, "Okay, I promise you."

People at the tables nearby felt baffled when they heard the conversation between Song Ci and Han Zhan.

There was a young lady and a young man from an aristocratic family who were dating, and they secretly wrote down their conversations. After finishing the meal and walking out of the Shenxiang Restaurant, the girl couldn't wait to open Wangdongcheng's forum and posted a post.

——[Please explain, what does the conversation between the richest man and the first lady mean? 】

I am a guest in the dream: [Today I met the richest man and the socialite lady who came to dine at Shenxiang Restaurant. To be honest, the richest man is more charming than in the magazine. Miss Celebrity is worthy of being the first Celebrity, she is truly a wealthy woman. well, let's get back to business. 】

[Today at the restaurant, the socialite lady gave the richest man a large bouquet of roses, maybe fifty. The conversation between the socialite lady and the richest man is romantic and strange. Let’s analyze it. What does the socialite lady mean by these words? 】

In the post, I am a guest in my dream and recorded every conversation between Han Zhan and Song Ci.

After publishing their conversation, I am a guest in my dream, hoping someone can help them clarify their doubts.

Song Ci has always been a celebrity on the forum, and any post related to her will quickly attract the attention of a large number of users.

Seeing the new posts, forum users flooded in. Some said they were unclear, and some said it was a romance between a rich man and a famous lady.

It wasn't until a person named Queen Beibei appeared and left a message to answer everyone's questions——

Queen Beibei: [I guess so. Zeus Air Tourism, a subsidiary of Mr. Richest Company, is expected to officially launch on Chinese Valentine's Day next year. It is said that after Valentine's Day next year, it will accept bookings from customers around the world. 】

[On New Year's Day, the richest man will personally take a Zeus spacecraft to start an air trip around the moon. This is Zeus International’s first test flight after many years. It is also a bold journey, and many wealthy people around the world are watching. 】

[In order to reassure customers, the richest man must personally test the machine to ensure that their Zeus spacecraft is safe, their technicians are qualified, and their travel projects are attractive. 】

[To sum up, you can probably understand the true meaning of the above conversation. Gee, the relationship between the socialite lady and the richest man is really good. 】

After seeing Queen Beibei's analysis, forum users were enlightened.

Floor 109: [This pair of CPs is locked to me! What kind of magical love is this! 】

Floor 110: [The socialite sent flowers to the richest man and asked him to send her a rose every year for the next 50 years. This is telling the richest man that he must return safely and grow old together with her. ! I am really, the blood tank is almost empty. Sisters, if anyone tells me that the love between the richest man and the famous lady is fake in the future, I will fight with him! 】

Floor 112: [These two must torture each other until they grow old! 】

Floor 114: [I thought Valentine’s Day was the saddest day for me as a single person, but I didn’t expect that Christmas would also give me a big hit! 】

Time flies by quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it’s New Year’s Day.

That day, early in the morning, Han Zhan had breakfast with his family and rested at home. On this day, Han Zhan took the children to the back mountain to ride the Ferris wheel, play bumper cars, and teach the children how to swim in the constant-temperature swimming pool.

At noon, Song Feiyan Jiang and Han Wangwang came to the manor, and the whole family had a peaceful lunch. There was talking and laughing during the dinner, and everyone was very happy.

After eating, Han Zhan went upstairs to take a shower and prepared to leave for the spacecraft research and development base.

He changed his clothes and met Song Fei when he walked downstairs. Song Fei sat down on the step at the corner of the stairs, holding a pinball in his hand and flicking it.

Han Zhan looked at Song Fei's back and called out: "Sister Fei."

Song Fei turned around and stared at Han Zhan.

"Han Zhan, I won't let you bully my sister." She said with deep eyes and seriousness: "So, you must come back!"

Han Zhan nodded vigorously before saying, "I will return safely."

From now on, Han Zhan would give Song Ci a rose every Christmas. Even though he was old and his spirit was a little unclear, he always remembered that he wanted to send flowers to a certain guy.