Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Mo Suixin frowned slightly and stared at the bag in Friday's arms. He looked at the cable car behind the three people and said clearly: "Are you coming from the Xishan Mountains?"

None of the three answered.

Mo Suixin thought of Xishan's secret, and then thought of the sneaky movements of these three people, and became suspicious of them. He stared at the bag in Friday's arms and asked, "What's in your bag?"

Friday quickly shook his head, "No, nothing, just some information books."

Mo Suiyun understood Mo Suixin's attitude and was not going to let these three people go. Mo Suiyun came to Friday and said coldly: "Show us the things!"

Friday hugged the bag tightly and refused to let go.

The smile on Mo Suixin's face also disappeared. He glanced at the Song sisters and asked them: "Song Fei and Song Ci, what are you doing in Xishan?"

The real Song Fei didn't say anything, and the fake 'Song Fei' said, "I just went there for a stroll and picked some Qiling Fruits."

Mo Suixin was stunned, "Pick the spiritual fruit?"

Friday also said: "Your Mo tribe's Qiling Fruit tastes delicious, but your cafeteria does not provide Qiling Fruit. We are greedy. Thinking that everyone will go to the family meeting tonight, we..."

Friday touched his nose and said, "I picked some secretly."

The performance of the three people on Friday seemed normal, but Mo Suixin was worried, fearing that they would discover the medicine man's secret. Mo Suixin coughed at Mo Suiyun and said, "Check it out."

Mo Suiyun snatched the bag from Friday's arms and opened the bag in front of Mo Suixin. Opening the zipper, Mo Suiyun saw a bag of Qiling Fruit.

He turned around and looked at the head of the family, his tone was hard to describe, "Master, it's really the Qiling Fruit."

Mo Suixin stared at those Qiling Fruits, was silent for a moment, and then suddenly burst into laughter. "Hahaha!" Mo Suixin smiled and put his hand on Song Ci's shoulder. He said, "Song Fei, if you want to eat the Spirit Fruit, just tell the manager directly. Do you still have to steal it?"

Song Ci said honestly: "Boss Mo said that the Qiling Fruit is a specialty of the Mo tribe. We thought it was precious, so we were too embarrassed to mention it. But I have been under a lot of stress in exams recently and have been suffering from insomnia. I didn't sleep well last night, so I just wanted to go Come to Xishan and take a look at this Qiling Fruit."

"When we arrived at Xishan, we found that Xishan was so big. After searching for a long time, I found the Qiling Fruit in a small mountain valley. Butler Mo also said that there were not many Qiling Fruit, but I saw that there were fruits everywhere on the mountain wall. "After saying that, Song Ci glanced at Guanshi Mo coldly, despising Guanshi Mo for being stingy.

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Mo Suixin put away her smile, looked at Mo Suiyun reproachfully, and said, "Stingy, look at you for neglecting the guests."

Mo Suiyun just listened, with a smile on his face and a sigh of relief in his heart.

Mo Suixin handed the bag in Mo Suiyun's hand back to Friday, and he said: "No one lives on that side of Xishan. It is where our medicinal materials are grown. There are many snakes and insects in that area. We can sometimes see them even in winter. Venomous snakes are infested, so don’t go to Xishan if you have nothing to do.”

The three of them nodded hurriedly to show that they remembered.

After fooling Mo Suixin, the three of them returned to the dormitory. Their dormitories are in the same building, but on different floors. Returning to the lobby of the dormitory building, the three of them divided the Qiling Fruit and returned to their respective rooms.

As soon as they entered the room, the two sisters threw the Qiling Fruit aside in disgust. Song Fei turned on the computer and prepared to start a video chat with Yan Jiang. As soon as the computer was turned on, Song Fei received a push message.

"Eh?" Song Fei waved to Song Ci, "Song Ci, come and see."

Song Ci walked behind Song Fei, and the two watched the news on the computer together. "There was a sudden riot in country D in the south, with countless casualties. Our country urgently organized the evacuation of overseas Chinese..."

The news is very simple, but anyone who is sensitive to the international situation knows that this is a big deal.

Song Fei turned off the news and logged into WeChat.

In her opinion, these things are irrelevant, and she can quickly forget them after just one glance. She said to Song Ci who was standing behind her: "I want to video chat with Yan Jiang."

Song Ci: "Your video."

Song Fei saw that Song Ci was not self-conscious at all, so she told her: "We are going to make love to each other in the video. Are you sure you want to watch?"

Song Ci immediately opened her mouth, "Video flirting, is it so exciting?" She quickly walked aside, picked up her coat and put it on, then found her phone and went to the small playground downstairs.

Song Ci squatted under the basketball hoop and played a video with Han Zhan.

At this time, a guest was welcomed into Han Zhan's manor, and Han Zhan called him Uncle Liu.

This Uncle Liu was once a subordinate of Han Aoyu.

The tea in front of Uncle Liu was steaming with steam, indicating that he had just arrived. "Han Zhan, you have been out of the army for many years, but you still maintain a good figure and have not gained any weight."

Han Zhan smiled and joked in a self-deprecating way: "I am getting old, and if my figure is still out of shape, my family will be very disgusted."

Uncle Liu laughed loudly, "You, I didn't expect that after you got married, you turned out to be a wife slave."

"Didn't you learn this from Uncle Liu?"

Uncle Liu laughed again.

Han Zhan took a sip of the hot tea. He put down the cup and said, "Uncle Liu, you are a busy man. Did you come here unexpectedly? Did something happen?"

Han Zhan took the initiative to break the seemingly friendly deadlock, and the smile on Uncle Liu's face disappeared. He stared at the hot tea in the cup and said, "There is a sudden riot in country D in the south. You should know about this."

Han Zhan nodded.

"That's it..." Uncle Liu suddenly hesitated and stopped talking. The look on his face was serious and dignified. "Song Lian is dead."

Han Zhan was surprised and felt uncomfortable.

Why did such a good Song Lian die?

"Uncle Liu came to me, what do you want me to do?"

Uncle Liu looked at him deeply and then said: "Han Zhan, we need you..."

After seeing Uncle Liu off, Han Zhan returned to the study alone. He sat in front of the computer and pondered for a long time before opening the document, editing an email, and sending it to Li Li and Bei Zhan.

Now that the danger is over, Han Zhan must account for all the funeral arrangements.

As soon as the letter was sent, Han Zhan's cell phone rang. As soon as he heard the video ringtone, Han Zhan knew it was his porcelain treasure calling.

Han Zhan answered the video and saw Song Ci squatting in a dark basketball court, her nose red from the cold.

"Han Zhan, are you working?" Song Ci's voice was so cold that it trembled.

Han Zhan smiled and shook his head and asked her: "It's so cold outside, why don't you come in? Your nose is red from the cold. Be careful of catching a cold."

Song Ci curled her lips and said angrily, "Song Fei kicked me out because she wanted to flirt with Yan Jiang."

Han Zhan must say: "She lied to you."

Song Ci also felt that Song Fei was lying to her, but she also had something to say to Han Zhan and didn't want Song Fei to hear it. Song Ci said: "I miss you very much."

Han Zhan wanted to reach out and touch Song Ci's cheek, but he touched the smooth and cold phone screen. Han Zhan withdrew his hand and said, "Ci Bao, there is something I want to explain to you."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Song Ci felt uneasy when she noticed that Han Zhan's expression became serious and solemn. Gradually, the smile on his face faded.

After pondering for a moment and sorting out his words, Han Zhan said: "Tonight, Uncle Liu found me and asked me to do something."

Song Ci thought of the news feed she had just seen on her computer, and she asked tentatively: "Is it the incident reported on the news?"

Han Zhan: "You know?"

Song Ci's heart trembled, and she was a little panicked. She vaguely guessed what Han Zhan was going to say next. She stood up, leaned against the basketball stick, and said, "He assigned you a task?"

Han Zhan: "Yeah."

Han Zhan suddenly opened the drawer under the computer desk and opened a pack of cigarettes that were about to expire. Han Zhan smoked one and lit the cigarette. He took a big drag and puffed away behind the computer desk. "Song Ci, I have to go."

Song Ci asked: "Can you come back?"

Han Zhan hesitated for a moment before saying, "I promise you, I will never let go of any chance to come back."

Song Ci suddenly covered her mouth and almost cried.

"Han Zhan, can you not go?" Song Ci knew that her request was too selfish, but she was not yet twenty-five years old. She was just the mother of two daughters and Han Zhan's wife. She doesn't have such lofty spiritual pursuits, she just wants her man to be safe.

As soon as Han Zhan heard Song Ci cry, his heart became confused, and his hand holding the cigarette was a little unsteady. Sighing, Han Zhan looked at Song Ci helplessly and said imploringly: "Don't cry. When you cry, I will get upset."

But Song Ci couldn't stop, and tears flowed freely, just like acting.

But Song Ci really didn't act today. She was really scared and worried.

Han Zhan waited for Song Ci to calm down a little before he pulled out the old photos. Looking at the dark-skinned teammates with bright smiles in the photos, his eyes turned red. "Song Ci, as your wife, of course you can ask me to stay. But as Han Aoyu's grandson, I must go."

Han Aoyu successfully implanted the word "country" into Han Zhan's heart. When the country needs him, Han Zhan cannot refuse or refuse.

Song Ci looked at Han Zhan's increasingly red eyes through the phone. She could understand Han Zhan's mood. But, she still felt uneasy.

Song Ci kissed the stone necklace around her neck and said, "Han Zhan, I won't stop your decision, but I want you to promise me that you must come back."

Her eyes were red and she threatened Han Zhan: "If you don't come back, I will find a younger wolfdog to marry and let Han Miao and Han Jun call him daddy."

Han Zhan laughed until his eyes turned red and scolded her: "You are so cruel, little white-eyed wolf."

Song Ci wiped her nose with the back of her hand and said, "You haven't realized how cruel I am."

Han Zhan explained his business clearly and said to Song Ci: "Tell me about your progress in the Mo family."

The family meeting was not over yet, and the lights in Shensi Building were still on. Song Ci glanced at Shensi Building, and said in a low voice, seriously: "I saw grandma, she is still alive, and she was imprisoned behind Xishan. I want to It’s impossible to get her out secretly.”

Han Zhan stretched out his arms and put them on the back of the chair behind him. He squinted his eyes and asked, "How many medicine people are there in the Mo family now?"

Song Ci said: "There should be only one of them, my grandma." She only saw one, so she didn't know if there were other medicine people being detained elsewhere.

There is only one medicine man, which is good news. It means that the Mo family is almost at the end of its rope.

Han Zhan checked the logistics status of the express package and said, "I have mailed the items Song Fei wants to her, and after they have been signed for, someone will forward them to her."

"What does Song Fei want?"

Han Zhan said: "Some listening equipment."

Song Ci and the others were searched on the first day they entered the Mo family. The Mo family was very strict in this regard. In order to transport monitoring equipment into the Mo family, the Mo family must be the internal coordinator.

"Mrs. Mo brought the things in for you?"

"Um."

No one dares to believe that as the wife of the Mo family, Mo Yang would betray the Mo clan.

When Song Ci learned that Han Zhan had persuaded Mo Yang to cooperate with him, she was extremely surprised. It wasn't until she received the macarons from Mrs. Mo yesterday that Song Ci finally believed that Mo Yang was really cooperating with Han Zhan.

"Han Zhan, what kind of leverage do you have to convince Mrs. Mo?"

Han Zhan teased Song Ci with a smile, "You are so smart, you can definitely guess it."

Song Ci said without hesitation: "It's Mo Fengying."

"It is indeed a smart porcelain treasure."

Song Ci couldn't figure out how Han Zhan could save Mo Fengying, "Han Zhan, what conditions did you promise Mrs. Mo?"

How attractive must the conditions be for Mrs. Mo to agree to cooperate with Han Zhan.

Han Zhan felt guilty and said nothing for a while.

Song Ci thought about it again and figured out something. Her expression suddenly changed. "Han Zhan, are you betting on my grandma?"

Han Zhan remained silent.

Song Ci was extremely angry, his face was very ugly, and his tone of voice became stern. "Han Zhan, you can't do this to my grandma. She is a human being, not a bargaining chip! I thought that after Rain's incident, you learned to restrain yourself."