Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Yan Jiang glanced at Nan Yanyan and Arang, and found that Nan Yanyan's eyes had been falling on Arang, but Arang was chewing the leg of lamb with his head lowered. He immediately cursed Arang in his heart. Jean is a fool!

In front of the beautiful woman, all he could see was mutton legs!

Still a person?

"Please sit down, little sister."

Being called a beauty by Yan Jiang, Nan Yanyan was still a little shy and blushed slightly. Seeing Arang's lack of reaction, she felt that just sitting down like this was too unreserved, so she hesitated for a moment.

At this time, Han Zhan, who had been silent on the other side, suddenly said seriously: "Arang, move over and make room for your friend."

Arang had always listened to Han Zhan's words. He subconsciously moved his buttocks and left the other half of the couch to Nan Yanyan. This was a tacit consent for Nan Yanyan to sit down next to him.

Nan Yanyan was flattered. She sat down and looked at Han Zhan. From the looks of it, Han Zhan is the leader among the three, and the handsome delivery boy listens to his words.

Yan Jiang asked Nan Yanyan: "Beauty, what's your surname?"

"My surname is Nan, my name is Nan Yanyan."

"Nan Yanyan, what a good name." Yan Jiang just praised the name. Han Zhan suddenly frowned and said, "I want to call Song Fei. Yan Jiang is flirting with girls outside."

Yan Jiang: "."

Arang finally stopped eating meat. With a smile on his lips, he said to Yan Jiang: "When he is drunk, he can't keep his mouth shut and says whatever he thinks. Yan Jiang, you have to be careful. "

Yan Jiang felt wronged.

Nan Yanyan stared at Han Zhan in surprise. It turned out that the richest man could be so interesting when he was drunk.

After Han Zhan said that, he started touching his mobile phone. Yan Jiang quickly grabbed Han Zhan's arm and explained: "Mr. Han, I didn't flirt with the girl just now, really."

Han Zhan: "It's no brainer to compliment other people's girls' names. Obviously you are interested in her." What's so good about the name Nan Yanyan is that it's not as nice as Song Ci.

Yan Jiang knew that it was difficult to explain to a drunk person. Seeing Nan Yanyan here, Yan Jiang was worried that bad words would be spread against Han Zhan in the future. He quickly wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up and said, "Arang, you Let’s chat with Miss Nan first, and I’ll find someone to send Mr. Han back first, as he has to work tomorrow.”

Arang also understood Yan Jiang's intention. He also wanted to leave, but he hadn't finished eating the meat yet. It was a shameful waste. "Okay, let's go."

Yan Jiang pulled Han Zhan up, subconsciously grabbed Han Zhan's wrist and walked out. Han Zhan knocked Yan Jiang's hand away and said with a cold face: "Whatever you pull me to do, be careful and don't make any moves that will make people think."

Yan Jiang rolled his eyes and said angrily, "I'm a man."

Han Zhan actually said: "I am rich and handsome. Not only women care about me, but men also care about me. You are a man, so I have to be careful."

Yan Jiang was completely convinced and stopped holding Han Zhan's arm, instead holding Han Zhan's arm.

Han Zhan said again: "Don't pull me, I haven't got my things yet!" After saying that, he dropped Yan Jiang, returned to the chair, took away his down jacket and *** hat, and then left behind Yan Jiang.

After getting on the bus, Han Zhan sat directly in the back seat, holding his precious hat in his arms. Yan Jiang glanced at him and planned to drive him back by himself. As soon as he opened the driver's door, before he could sit down, he heard Han Zhan say: "If you dare to drive drunk, I will call the police."

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you!"

Yan Jiang reluctantly sat next to Han Zhan, opened the mobile app and started looking for a driver. After finding a driver, it was quite boring waiting for the driver to arrive, so Yan Jiang wanted to tease Han Zhan.

He asked Han Zhan: "Who am I?"

Han Zhan looked at his face and said nothing, probably because he didn't recognize him.

Yan Jiang deliberately teased Han Zhan, saying, "I am Song Ci, your porcelain treasure."

Han Zhan: “Shameless!”

Yan Jiang's smile froze, "How do you know I'm not Song Ci?"

Han Zhan's disdainful eyes swept across Yan Jiang's face and chest, and he said, "You have mediocre breasts, so you have the nerve to pretend to be her?"

Yan Jiang took a deep breath, turned to look out the window, and decided not to say another word to Han Zhan, his grandson. Say more and you'll be pissed off!

Han Zhan leaned on the car seat and fell asleep after a while.

After the driver arrived, he suddenly became a little nervous when he saw that the customer he was serving was Yan Jiang, and the man sitting with Yan Jiang turned out to be the CEO of Zeus International.

"Um." The driver, who was sitting in Yan Jiang's Ferrari, asked quietly, "Are you Yan Jiang?" he asked Yan Jiang.

Yan Jiang smiled and nodded. He touched his chain glasses with his fingers and said with some annoyance: "Hey, I've been out of the circle for so long, and I'm still remembered by you all the time. I'm so red. It's really bothering me."

The little fan has been a fan of Yan Jiang for many years and knows that Yan Jiang is a narcissistic person who goes his own way. Hearing this, he actually laughed and said, "Mr. Yan Jiang, you are so interesting."

It's just as interesting as on a variety show.

Yan Jiang urged him: "Let's drive, we have to take this man home."

The little fan was in awe, "Okay, Mr. Yan Jiang."

The little fan drove towards Yulong Mountain. The road up the mountain was very wide, but a bit winding. Fortunately, there were few cars and few people, so the driving was smooth.

When they arrived at their destination, the little fan put down the car window and looked at Han Zhan's manor from a close distance. He thought that rich people were different. The house was so big that it could be used as a hotel.

As soon as Yan Jiang's car drove into the monitoring area at the foot of the mountain, Butler Cai woke up. He quickly dressed up, took several servants out, and stood at the door waiting for Han Zhan's return.

As soon as Han Zhan got out of the car, Butler Cai and others came up to him, "Mr. Han, have you been drinking?" His wife had called him before and told him that he had been drinking and asked them to take good care of him.

Han Zhan nodded, "I drank a little, but I'm not drunk." As he said this, Han Zhan walked straight towards the swimming pool in front of the manor gate.

Seeing this, Butler Cai quickly grabbed Han Zhan's arm and said, "Mr. Han, the road is this way."

Han Zhan hummed indifferently, and then led by Butler Cai back to the manor. Song Ci also woke up. She was wearing a furry shawl and standing in the lobby on the first floor of the living building, waiting for Han Zhan's return.

As soon as Han Zhan entered the room, Song Ci came over and held Han Zhan's hand. "Han Zhan, how do you feel? Are you dizzy?"

Han Zhan looked at Song Ci in confusion, but asked: "Why are you wearing Ci Bao's clothes?"

Song Ci slapped Han Zhan on the back of his hand, "I'm still wearing Pinru's clothes! Look carefully, I'm Song Ci!"

Han Zhan made a very obscene move. He stretched out his hands and touched Song Ci's good figure. Then he got close to Song Ci's neck and sniffed vigorously.

He smelled the reassuring scent of shower gel. "You are a porcelain treasure."

Hearing this, Song Ci blushed and said to Butler Cai and the others, "You go and have a rest first."

Butler Cai and others left obediently.

Song Ci coaxed Han Zhan to go upstairs and back to the room. Han Zhan didn't take a shower or take off his clothes. He took off the warm hat on his head, knelt on the ground holding the hat, and said with a sad face: "Hat Still here, but grandpa is gone."

Hearing this, Song Ci felt a little sad and was about to squat down and give Han Zhan a hug, but Han Zhan said again: "They actually eat dogs, they are so cruel!"

Song Ci shook his head and gave up saving Han Zhan.

She turned around and walked into the room, soaked the towel with cold water, then returned to the bedroom and slammed the towel on Han Zhan's face.

Han Zhan was stimulated by the cold water and suddenly woke up. He wiped his face with the towel, looked up blankly, looked at Song Ci, and then at the hat in front of his legs, and couldn't help asking uneasily: "Why am I kneeling?"

Song Ci: "You are kneeling for the death of a dog."

Han Zhan didn't believe it.

Song Ci walked to the bed, lay down, and threw her phone to Han Zhan. Han Zhan raised his hand and grabbed the phone, and heard Song Ci say: "Believe it or not, just look at the chat history between Yan Jiang and me."

Han Zhan unlocked Song Ci's phone, opened the previous chat history between her and Yan Jiang, scrolled through it, and saw the video that Yan Jiang sent to Song Ci.

After watching the video, Han Zhan stood up from the ground silently, and while taking off his clothes, he pretended to be carefree and said: "Who is not drunk?"

After saying that, he walked into the toilet, turned on the cold water, and flushed himself all over before calming down.

Oh shit!

He was actually drunk!

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After delivering Han Zhan safely, Yan Jiang went home. He was also a little drunk. He couldn't resist the sleepiness on the way home and fell asleep.

Yan Jiang opened his eyes again and found that he was already downstairs. The driver had left. Song Fei was sitting next to him, wearing a set of thick cotton pajamas.

Yan Jiang suddenly woke up, "A Fei." He quickly sat up straight, rubbed his face, and couldn't help asking, "How long have I been here?"

Song Fei: "More than twenty minutes."

"Why didn't you wake me up?" Yan Jiang touched Song Fei's hand and found that Song Fei's hand was a little cold. He softly blamed Song Fei for not taking good care of himself, "It's so cold, just wait for me at home." , and even went there in person, how cold it is.”

Song Fei saw clearly the tiredness in Yan Jiang's eyes, and said, "Seeing that you are very tired, I just want you to sleep a little longer." Yan Jiang had been working for five consecutive days, and Song Fei didn't know that he was I don’t know what time he came back or what time he left.

If it weren't for the indentation of another person on the pillow next to her, Song Fei would have thought that Yan Jiang had never come back.

"The case has been solved. I'm on vacation tomorrow." Yan Jiang pulled Song Fei out of the car and hugged her waist, being very clingy. "I can sleep with you for the day."

Sleep is a verb, not a noun.

Song Fei sneered, "You want to save face, but if you don't have the ability, just don't drive to Haikou. If you can sleep for a day, if you can last for an hour, I will consider you to be capable."

Yan Jiang reminded her: "I ate mutton, and I also ate angelica, ginger and mutton soup." As we all know, mutton and angelica, ginger and mutton soup both nourish the kidneys and strengthen yang.

Song Fei was silent for a few seconds and said sarcastically: "I have just turned thirty and have to eat sheep to replenish my kidneys. I am worried about our future happy life." She asked thoughtfully: "While you have a rest tomorrow, how about I give it to you?" Make another beef whip soup?"

Yan Jiang couldn't defeat Song Fei, so he simply blocked Song Fei's mouth with his palm, "You're better behaved when kissing." While she was busy kissing, her mouth had no chance to speak.

Yan Jiang pressed Song Fei's lips, lowered his head to kiss her, but felt that his glasses were in the way, so he said, "Take off my glasses for me."

Song Fei raised her hand to take away Yan Jiang's glasses, and then was picked up by Yan Jiang and strode towards the door of the house. As soon as the door was closed, Yan Jiang put down Song Fei and pressed her against the wall behind the door to do whatever he wanted with her.

*

After Yan Jiang took Han Zhan away, Arang and Nan Yanyan were the only two people at the barbecue table.

Nan Yanyan was feeling embarrassed and a little nervous. Suddenly, Arang raised her head and asked her politely: "Do you want to eat the lamb ribs?"

Nan Yanyan was flattered and said, "Eat."

Arang cut two ribs for her and put them on the plate in front of Nan Yanyan. "Thank you for your hard work," he said.

Nan Yanyan felt baffled. "Why do you say that?"

"It's nothing." Arang shook his head and said, "Anyway, thank you for your hard work."

The Alcatraz game competition has passed the third round. During this period, Nan Yanyan has been cooperating with him tacitly. Now the two of them have reached the top thirty. After three rounds, the result of this competition will be announced.

Arang suddenly raised his hand and patted Nan Yanyan's head gently, and said, "Sister Yan, in the next three rounds of competitions, please continue to maintain good results and don't fall behind. I need the 250,000."

Nan Yanyan was cutting the lamb ribs with a knife and fork. When she heard this, she drew a line on the plate with the knife in her right hand. Nan Yanyan looked at Ah Rang in shock and asked in disbelief: "Are you Brother Rang?"

Arang raised his eyebrows and said, "I forgot to introduce you. My real name is Han Rang."

Usually the takeaways are ordered by teammates, but Nan Yanyan doesn't know Arang's name. When Nan Yanyan learned Arang's name on this occasion, she didn't feel excited, only felt embarrassed.

Nan Yanyan's hands and feet were trembling a little. She thought about how she had talked with Brother Rang in the game, saying how handsome the delivery boy was, how much she liked that delivery boy, and she had sworn in the game, Be sure to pick up that takeaway guy.

Now, the delivery boy is sitting next to her. He is her husband and partner in the game. This feeling is very subtle.

Nan Yanyan is not a thin-skinned person. When Arang first delivered food to the AK e-sports team, Nan Yanyan teased him. But at this moment, that carefree and unrestrained woman's face turned red to her neck.

Nan Yanyan knew that she must be blushing, because she felt hot, as if she was warming firewood. "Are you really letting brother?"

Arang: "Yes, I am Brother Rang."

Hearing Arang's definite answer, Nan Yanyan's eyes darkened and she felt like dizzy.

She used a lot of self-control not to run away on the spot.

Nan Yanyan poured herself a glass of white wine and drank the glass of white wine in one gulp. Her throat was burning, as if it was being burned by fire. Nan Yanyan put down her wine glass, smacked her lips, and then said, "I'm sorry, I said some nonsense before, so don't worry about it."

"What words are you referring to?" Arang wiped his hands, turned his head to look at Nan Yanyan, and asked her: "Are they the words you said about me being good-looking? Or the words you said about threatening to date me? Or you When you brag that you logged off early, are you going to go on a date with me?"

Nan Yanyan: "."

Her face got even hotter.

She had never been as embarrassed as she was at this moment in her life, and she wished she could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

Arang looked at her blushing and shy look with great interest. Thinking of her cool appearance when she was killing everyone in the game, her mind moved slightly and she suddenly said: "Do you want to compete with me?"

Nan Yanyan raised her head and asked, "Compared to what?"

Arang: "You came here on a motorcycle, right?"

Nan Yanyan nodded, "Yes."

"Then let's race motorcycles."

Nan Yanyan glanced at him meaningfully and asked in a low voice: "What are the chips?"

Ah Rang curved his lips and smiled. That smile, with his crooked eyes and deep dimples, made Nan Yanyan's little heart beat wildly.

"I."

Nan Yanyan's pupils trembled slightly.

Arang: "If you win, I will be your boyfriend. If you lose, you are not allowed to love me again." But Arang didn't think he would lose.

Nan Yanyan: "Wait a minute, I'll record a voice, in case you regret it."

Arang was a little surprised.

Nan Yanyan turned on the recording function and raised her phone in front of Arang, "Say it again and I will write it down."

Arang held his forehead and said again: "We are racing. If you win, I will be your boyfriend. If you lose, you are not allowed to love me again in the future."

"Okay!" Nan Yanyan put away her phone, stood up, and strode towards the table of AK trainees.

"Manager!" The kids all looked up at their beautiful manager. Seeing the manager pick up the helmet she placed on the stool, they couldn't help asking: "Manager, what are you doing? Just leave?"

Nan Yanyan hugged her helmet, smiled evilly at them, and said, "I'm going to catch a boyfriend."

After saying that, she left the barbecue restaurant half a minute ahead of him.

Arang finished the last lamb rib, paid the bill, and then left the barbecue restaurant. When he walked out of the barbecue restaurant, he saw Nan Yanyan under a billboard.

Nan Yanyan stood there smoking.

Arang walked over and asked her: "Do you smoke?" It was the first time he saw Nan Yanyan smoking.

Nan Yanyan explained vaguely: "I used to be a professional e-sports player. I often stayed up late training and occasionally smoked a cigarette to refresh myself."

"Sleepy?" Why else would you be smoking?

Nan Yanyan shook her head, staring at Arang with such fiery eyes. "I smoke a cigarette to cheer myself up," she said.

Arang couldn't help but said: "My driving skills are very good, you will definitely lose."

Nan Yanyan didn't say anything, just looked at him.

Arang took the lead to drive his car over. He asked Nan Yanyan: "Where can we compete?"

Nan Yanyan said: "There is a winding mountain road that is still under construction between Wangdong City and Wanyu County. It is not open to traffic. Let's go there."

"good."

Arang's car disappeared like a flying car. He arrived at the newly built intersection and waited for a while before hearing the sound of the car.

Arang returned and saw Nan Yanyan chasing after him. Nan Yanyan parked the car next to him, and Arang noticed a bundle of things tied to the back of Nan Yanyan's car, "What's tied to the back of your car?"

Nan Yanyan: "Fireworks."

Arang raised his eyebrows, "What are you doing with this?"

Nan Yanyan: "It will be used to celebrate my breakup later."

Arang's expression was a little strange, and he was aroused by Nan Yanyan's overconfident look, which made him smile. "Are you so sure that you will win?" I don't know whether to say that she is overconfident, or that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

Nan Yanyan: "I will win."

Arang stopped talking nonsense with her, winning or losing, let technology speak for itself. He looked at his watch and said: "Wait one more minute and we will start. The rules of the competition are very simple. Whoever reaches the finish line first will win."

"good."

Arang counted down, and when the count reached one, the two cars flew away like arrows that missed the target. Arang was a little surprised. He glanced at Nan Yanyan, who was no slower than him, and then he understood where this man's confidence came from.

From the looks of it, this girl is not a motorcycle amateur, but a professional racing driver.

interesting!

Arang increased his speed, and the car turned around at the first corner. The speed was too fast, and when the car tilted and passed by the ground, his knees almost touched the ground. Nan Yanyan made exactly the same movements as him, and her movements were equally handsome and chic.

After running through four or five corners in a row, Nan Yanyan not only did not fall behind Arang, but slowly overtook him. Arang's heart trembled, and he felt like he had jumped into a trap.

He regretted it, he shouldn't have made such a promise easily.

Nan Yanyan completely overtook Arang at the next corner and left him far behind!

Arang tried his best to catch up, but he never succeeded in catching up.

On the top of the mountain, Nan Yanyan's car was parked at the end of the road. She leaned against the motorcycle and took off her safety helmet. The wind on the mountain was very strong, and Nan Yanyan's hair was dancing wildly in the wind. The light of the motorcycle was shining on Arang's face. Arang narrowed his blue eyes and saw Nan Yanyan's eyes clearly.

Her black and white eyes were filled with smiles and a sense of glory after victory.

Nan Yanyan suddenly raised her hand, pointed at Ah Rang, and swore domineeringly: "Han Rang, you are mine."

Han Rang's heartbeat suddenly stopped for a few seconds.

Nan Yanyan moved the fireworks down and placed them between the two motorcycles. She lit them with a lighter, then jumped two meters away and shouted to him with a smile: "Han Rang, congratulations on becoming my boyfriend! "

Snapped--

Fireworks were in full bloom.

Han Rang's heart trembled.

Damn, I made a mistake this time.

Arang's feet got wet when he often walked along the river.