Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Chapter 334 Han Zhan will never dare to offend a woman in his life (1st update)

Han Zhan pressed Song Ci into his arms and said, "Take it off for me." His voice suddenly became much deeper, and his hoarse voice made Song Ci tremble all over.

It has been two months since Song Ci and Han Zhan separated. She stays in the pharmaceutical shop every day, like a pool of calm spring water. As soon as Han Zhan spoke, the wind started blowing and the spring water rippled.

Song Ci glanced at Han Zhan meaningfully before saying, "Old gangster!"

But she happens to be a little rascal.

The little gangster sat up from Han Zhan's arms and gently helped Han Zhan take off his clothes and pants. In the past, Song Ci would have teased Han Zhan a lot when doing this kind of thing, but today she couldn't bear it.

For the first time, she didn't pay attention to Han Zhan's muscular body. All her attention was on Han Zhan's wounds.

During his previous mission to country D, although Han Zhan successfully protected his stomach with a bulletproof vest, he suffered gunshot wounds to his left arm and calf.

The gauze on the wound had long been removed, revealing two gunshot wounds. The wound was sutured with surgical needles. It has begun to heal now, but it has not completely healed. The pink and tender new flesh forms a huge contrast with Han Zhan's original skin color.

Song Ci felt a pain in her chest when she thought of Han Zhan running in a hail of bullets. She gently touched her fingers near the wound on Han Zhan's left arm and asked him, "Does it still hurt?"

Han Zhan: "It hurts."

Hearing this, Song Ci felt even more distressed.

But Song Ci was satisfied that Han Zhan could come back alive. "Han Zhan, please promise me not to do this kind of thing again, okay?"

This time, he successfully brought all his comrades back, and Han Zhan had a clear conscience.

Hearing Song Ci's request, Han Zhan held the half-nail of Song Ci's right hand. He felt the coolness on Song Ci's fingertips and couldn't help but put her finger to his lips and kissed her.

"From now on, I will only be the boss of Zeus International, the husband of Song Ci, and the father of Miaomiao and Junjun." He didn't care about other things.

He is a human being, not a god. Since he has a family, Han Zhan cherishes his life. He just wants to live a good life with his wife and children.

Hearing this, Song Ci felt relieved.

Han Zhan suddenly let out an ouch, "The wound hurts so much. If you blow it on me, it won't hurt anymore." Even at this age, Han Zhan still acted coquettishly with Song Ci.

Miaomiao and Junjun always act coquettishly with Song Ci like this. Han Zhan is also Song Ci's baby Zhan, so being coquettish is not too much.

Song Ci laughed at him: "You are not a three-year-old baby anymore, and you are still blowing." Song Ci said she disliked Han Zhan very much, but she still lowered her head and gently blew Han Zhan's wound.

When she lowered her head, her hair hung down on Han Zhan's chest, feeling a little itchy.

It's not just the skin that's itching, but also the pit of my stomach.

Han Zhan suddenly pinched Song Ci's arm and hinted to her: "I'm blown away, let's do something else." Blowing is not fun, biting is interesting.

Song Ci subconsciously said: "I haven't prepared anything."

Han Zhan never disappoints Song Ci. He reached for the wallet on the bedside table, opened the wallet, and took out two small things from the wallet under Song Ci's dumbfounded gaze.

"I've got everything ready."

Song Ci: "."

"Old beast!"

Song Ci cursed, but still reached out and took away the things in Han Zhan's hand, and went to work on his own.

Because Han Zhan had not recovered well, many postures were inconvenient to practice. After a brief taste of the meat, the two hugged each other and fell asleep.

The next morning, Song Cicai asked Han Zhan the reason for his sudden visit to Mo's house.

Han Zhan said, "I'm here to bring warmth to the Mo family."

Song Ci: "What kind of warmth can you give me?" She didn't believe that Han Zhan would be so kind.

Han Zhan: "Whatever the Mo family needs, I will give it to them." Before dying, it is humanitarian to give criminals a full meal.

Song Ci suddenly felt that Han Zhan was extremely evil-minded.

Song Ci spent the morning in the pharmaceutical shop. At noon, Mo Suiyun, the manager, came over and asked her to have lunch. The richest man Han Zhan came and gave many good things to the Mo family for free. The Mo family wanted to thank Han Zhan properly and specially hosted a banquet for him.

Song Ci followed Mo Suiyun to the banquet building. On the way, she asked Mo Suiyun, "What did Han Zhan give us?" Song Ci said "we", which made Mo Suiyun laugh.

"When I get back to you, Master, Mr. Han sent us two helicopters. From now on, when we go out to treat people, we don't have to travel all the time."

Song Ci's heart ached.

Two helicopters, a lot of money!

Wouldn’t it be delicious to buy gems for her, toys for the children, and meat for Han Zhan himself?

Song Ci arrived at the dining room and saw Han Zhan and Song Fei sitting with Han Zhan.

Although Song Ci and Song Fei look similar, one has a natural smile and the other has a cold face. When Song Fei wants to play Song Ci, she must not lose her horse. She smiles when she meets everyone, and her face freezes when she smiles.

When Song Ci came, Song Fei looked at her with resentment.

Song Ci held back her laughter and sat down next to Song Fei. As soon as Song Ci sat down, she heard Song Fei say: "Hurry up and get this over with. Let's get back together."

He smiled when he met everyone, and Song Fei almost had a fit of laughter.

I don’t know why Song Ci loves to laugh so much.

Song Ci said with a dull face, "You should be satisfied that I'm lending Han Zhan to you for a show. You know, I never lend out men or bras."

"Go away, your Han Zhan is too serious and not cute at all." Yan Jiang is still cute, and Song Fei can knead her as much as she wants. It's very fun.

The two sisters came together and murmured, and Han Zhan couldn't hear what they were talking about.

But now is the early spring season, and the toon trees are just beginning to sprout buds.

The Mo people planted many toon trees. When they saw Han Zhan, a rich man from the big city, coming and thinking that he might rarely eat these mountain foods, the Mo family's cook went out to get some toon vegetables and made a plate of toon leaves. Scrambled eggs, and used coriander, Houttuynia cordata and dried red pepper to make a bowl of cold salad.

Those who like these two dishes will love them to death, while those who don't will vomit them to death.

Song Fei, like Song Ci, doesn't like coriander. And Song Fei is even more picky. Not only does she not like to eat coriander, she also doesn't like toon vegetables.

Han Zhan suddenly picked up the serving chopsticks, picked up a handful of coriander, put them thoughtfully into Song Fei's bowl, and said to Song Fei in a gentle tone: "Song Ci, try this, it's especially good with rice."

When Mo Suixin saw this scene, he smiled and said: "Mr. Han, you are really discerning. The dish you just served is a famous dish here. In the past, life was hard, so we just ate this bowl of food. I can eat two bowls of rice!”

"Mrs. Han." Mo Suixin said to Song Fei expectantly: "Mrs. Han, try it and see how it tastes?"

Song Fei stared at the coriander in the bowl. Under the table, she suddenly lifted her shoes and stepped hard on Han Zhan's feet.

Song Fei was wearing sneakers, which were not as powerful as high heels when she stepped on them. Han Zhan didn't even frown.

"Song Ci, give it a try. If you like it, we will take some back with you when you go back." Han Zhan behaved very doting on his wife.

When Song Fei saw Mo Suixin and Mrs. Mo looking at her expectantly, she could only pick up her chopsticks and eat the coriander expressionlessly.

Song Fei bit into Houttuynia cordata.

I thought coriander was the most unpalatable vegetable in the world, but the Houttuynia cordata refreshed Song Fei's senses again.

Song Fei's mouth was filled with the fishy smell of Houttuynia cordata, and she almost vomited it out.

Song Fei closed her facial features and swallowed the mouthful of coriander and Houttuynia cordata, then quickly picked up the water glass and took a sip.

Mrs. Mo was amused by Song Fei's death-defying expression, "Isn't the taste very strange and difficult to accept?"

Song Fei was afraid that Han Zhan would continue to trick her, so she nodded quickly and answered honestly: "I'm not used to this dish. It has such a strong fishy smell."

"Otherwise, how can we call it Houttuynia cordata?" Han Zhan clicked his tongue, picked up another chopstick and put scrambled eggs with Chinese toon and vegetables into Song Fei's bowl.

"The cook said this is a toon dish that was just picked from the tree. It is very fresh. Song Ci, didn't you say last time that you wanted to try the most authentic toon dish? Come on, try it."

This time Han Zhan didn't force Song Fei to eat the toon vegetables. He was busy picking up some fresh spring bamboo shoots with serving chopsticks.

He put the spring bamboo shoots into Song Ci's bowl and said to her: "Sister Fei, I heard Song Ci said that you like the spring bamboo shoots fried with bacon. Come and try it."

Stir-fried spring bamboo shoots with bacon is a dish that Song Ci particularly likes to eat. She looked at the spring bamboo shoots in her bowl, and then looked at the Chinese toon vegetables in Song Fei's bowl, and she immediately wanted to laugh.

But she didn't dare.

Song Ci sat next to Song Fei and could feel the suppressed anger in Song Fei's body. Song Ci felt something was wrong and always felt that Han Zhan was going to suffer retribution.

One is her sister and the other is her husband. She can't afford to offend either of them, so she doesn't help anyone and just keeps her head down.

After eating, Song Ci left early on the pretext of asking for medicine.

If he continues to stay, Song Fei will definitely find an excuse to take him away, and then he will be taught a lesson by Song Fei.

After Song Ci left, Mo Suixin took Han Zhan to visit Mo's house. He took Han Zhan to visit the medicine fields and pharmaceutical workshops, and went to Shensi Building to introduce him to the life of ancestor Mo Liansheng.

Coming out of Shensi Building, Han Zhan specifically glanced at the Sun-Chasing Arrow.

Han Zhan lowered his head and looked at Mo Suixin. He said, "My wife, she told me the story of this bow and arrow on the phone before. Is this the Sun-Chasing Arrow?"

Mo Suixin laughed, "Yes!"

Mo Suixin saw that Han Zhan was very interested in the bow, so he invited him to the high platform and took a closer look. "Mr. Han, come with me."

Han Zhan followed Mo Suixin and climbed onto the stone platform.

Under the spring sun, the Sun Arrow's entire body was red, as coquettish as blood, and looked evil.

When Han Zhan was searching for Nangongxian's literature, he saw the pictures drawn by experts in the literature about the Sun-Chasing Arrow. Although the Sun-Chasing Arrow in the data is quite imposing, it looks more sinister and beautiful. It looks like a woman's weapon at first glance.

But the real sun-chasing arrow is just a simple bow and arrow. It is so simple that there are no decorations on it, only the words "Nangong Xian".

Looking at the bow and arrow at close range, Han Zhan suddenly felt a slight pain in his heart.

He asked Mo Suixin: "Can I touch this arrow?"

"sure."

Over the years, countless people have touched this sword.

This sword looks evil, but in fact it has no evil nature. It won't bother you if you touch it.

With the permission of Patriarch Mo, Han Zhan stared at the bow for a moment, then raised his incomplete right hand and gently pressed his thumb on the word 'Nangongxian'.

As soon as he came into contact with the Sun-Chasing Arrow, Han Zhan's heart suddenly throbbed.

He frowned and jerked his hand back.

"What's wrong?" Mo Suixin was surprised.

Han Zhan didn't show anything strange. He said: "It feels so smooth. It doesn't look like an ancient weapon at all. There is no trace of oldness."

Mo Suixin nodded and said: "This bow has been exposed to the sun and rain here for six hundred years. It is always new and shiny, and it is also magical."

Han Zhan stretched out his hand towards Sun Chaser Arrow again.

This time, his heart was still throbbing in pain, but Han Zhan had suffered more painful experiences in his life, so he appeared very calm.

Han Zhan touched the words Nangongxian repeatedly, feeling an unclear sadness in his heart. He felt like crying and didn't even realize he was crying.

"Mr. Han, why are you crying?" Mo Suixin noticed Han Zhan's tears and was surprised.

Han Zhan came back to his senses and was a little surprised.

He cried?

Han Zhan touched his eyes, and he really felt a moist heat.

Han Zhan felt something was wrong, but he didn't show it.

He said: "Thinking of the story between General Nangongxian and Patriarch Mo, I feel sorry for them."

Mo Suixin's expression was a little awkward, and he said dryly: "Mr. Han's emotions are quite delicate." He was already in his thirties or forties, but he still shed tears easily, which seemed quite subtle.

Han Zhan also felt embarrassed, "I have well-developed tear ducts and cry easily."

Mo Suixin expressed his understanding and changed the subject, saying, "Since Mr. Han is injured and needs to recuperate for a while, why not live in the valley for a while?"

What Han Zhan was waiting for was this sentence, "Then I'll excuse you."

"What's the matter? It's an honor for our Mo clan to entertain such a distinguished guest as Mr. Han. I hope Mr. Han won't dislike it."

"how come."

As the head of the Mo family, Mo Suixin has no time to stay with Han Zhan.

After leaving Shensi Building, Mo Suixin was called away, and Han Zhan returned to the accommodation building accompanied by Mo Suiyun. As soon as he walked downstairs, Han Zhan felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach.

This feeling.

Could it be that you ate something bad at lunch?

Han Zhan's legs were weak, but his stomach was uncomfortable, so he had no choice but to rush to the toilet.

Mo Suiyun watched as Han Zhan quickly returned to his room and went straight to the toilet.

He was stunned for a moment and realized that Han Zhan was in a hurry to go to the toilet. He touched his nose awkwardly and left.

Han Zhan had been squatting in the toilet for five minutes before he felt comfortable. He returned to the bed and lay down again, thinking he could sleep for a while, but his stomach started rumbling again!

For the next two hours, Han Zhan kept running back and forth between the bed and the toilet.

In the evening, Song Ci went to the cafeteria to eat. When she returned to the dormitory building, she found Han Zhan lying on the bed, his face weak, like a deflated rubber ball.

Soft and pitiful, as if it had been ravaged.

Song Ci was taken aback, thinking that Han Zhan was seriously ill, "Han Zhan, what's wrong with you?" She noticed that Han Zhan's lips were dry and quickly checked Han Zhan's pulse.

Song Ci couldn't feel the pulse before, but after studying with the Mo family bosses for a period of time, Song Ci was able to feel the pulse.

Looking at Han Zhan's pulse, it is obvious that

"You have diarrhea?" What did you eat that caused you to have such severe diarrhea?

At this time, Han Zhan had figured out the reason for his diarrhea. It was not because he had eaten something bad, but because he had been poisoned by someone!

Han Zhan was extremely weak and his voice sounded extremely dry. He said, "Corcelain treasure, Song Fei is trying to trick me." Han Zhan looked like a child complaining. "Ci Bao, you have to talk to Song Fei carefully. That woman is so vicious. I haven't stopped for more than two hours."

Song Ci didn't feel sorry for Han Zhan that much, but it was Han Zhan who provoked Song Fei first.

Han Zhan is a bitch and deserves to be punished.

Song Ci comforted Han Zhan: "Aren't you better now? You start by teasing Song Fei. If you ignore this matter, I won't be able to seek justice from her."

Han Zhan looked miserable and said, "I'm not feeling well, I just have diarrhea."

Han Zhan had always heard people talk about the term "snake-hearted" before, but now he really realized how vicious "snake-hearted" was.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, filled with regret. "I will never bully Song Fei again."

Song Ci felt that Han Zhan was too pitiful, and finally went to find Song Fei.

Song Fei closed the door and didn't know what she was doing in the room.

Song Ci knocked on the door three times.

After a while, Song Fei came over and opened the door. She was wearing pajamas, a pair of headphones hanging around her neck, leaning against the door frame.

Looking at Song Ci outside the door expressionlessly, Song Fei sneered and sneered at her: "Want an antidote for your man? Song Ci, good job. Your man bullied me first, and you didn't help." I’ll forget it, do I still have the nerve to come and settle the score?”

My sister is a white-eyed wolf. There is no need to raise her anymore. It would be more fun to raise a puppy. The little puppy can also accompany you to eat and sleep.