Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

He left Song Ci's room on Friday, walked downstairs to the dormitory, and squatted on a big rock in front of the yard.

Staring in the direction of Shensi Building, Friday felt filled with emotion.

As early as two years ago, after the incident of Song Fei being kidnapped by Mu Mian came to light, I had seen photos of Song Fei on the news on Friday.

But he was blind in his previous life, and he didn't know what the young general Nangong of the Luo Dynasty looked like. He just heard from people that the young general was born with beautiful face, charming the country, and impressive heroic spirit.

He went to Kyoto to visit his son last year. His son knew that he was interested in things from the Luo Dynasty, so he took him to visit a museum.

In that museum, I saw a portrait on Friday and found out that the woman was Nangong Xian, the general of the Luo Dynasty. Only then did I find out on Friday that the young general actually looked like this.

Two months ago, he opened the Mo family registration website and saw a face that was somewhat similar to the young general. He clicked on the profile picture and realized that this person turned out to be Song Fei.

At that time, Friday had doubts about the relationship between Song Fei and Nangongxian. But what he didn't expect was that the reincarnation of General Nangongxian was not Song Fei, but Song Ci.

Finally found General Nangong and His Majesty, successfully made people understand the hypocrisy of the Mo family ancestors, exposed the Mo family's ugly behavior, and the big stone that had been weighing on Friday's heart for decades finally fell.

On Friday, my mobile phone WeChat suddenly beeped twice.

He opened WeChat and saw Song Ci bubbling in the group.

Song Ci: [Good morning, colleagues. 】

The people in this WeChat group are all the big bosses of the Huaguo Traditional Chinese Medicine Association and traditional Chinese medicine families.

The Mo family has always been the boss in the group, and other medical families must follow the Mo family's lead. Song Ci's remarked name was 'Young Master of the Mo Family', so as soon as she bubbled up, she attracted a warm welcome from others.

[Good morning, Young Master Mo, when will the funeral of Patriarch Mo be held? I need to buy tickets in advance. It’s hard to buy high-speed rail tickets now. 】

When Mo Suixin died that day, Song Ci notified everyone in the group.

When Patriarch Mo passed away, the entire Chinese medicine circle came to attend the memorial service.

Mr. Long was also asking: [Young Master Mo, has the funeral date been determined? Yesterday I called the Mo people and your people kept saying that the funeral date has not been determined yet. Did something happen? 】

Song Ci spoke again. This time, she sent a long announcement——

[Obituary:

It is with deep sadness that we inform you that Mr. Mo Zhangkuang, the patriarch of our tribe, Mr. Mo Suixin, and the patriarch’s wife, Ms. Mo Yang, passed away the night before yesterday and last night respectively.

A memorial service is scheduled to be held in Yaoshen Valley three days later. If relatives and friends come to express their condolences, please be on time. 】

There were more than a hundred people in the group, whether they were water lovers or divers, they all showed up one after another. Their speeches are like copy and paste——

First floor: [! ! ! 】

Second floor: [! ! ! 】

Third floor: [! ! ! 】

After a short period of shock and confusion, the group of friends immediately opened the ticket purchasing software and purchased tickets to Yaoshen Valley.

After reading the chat messages on Friday, I lit a cigarette and looked at the Medicine God Valley below in a daze.

The Mo clan, which has enjoyed unlimited glory for more than six hundred years, is finally about to fall.

This day has been long overdue.

Song Ci suddenly received a large amount of memories, her mind was a little confused, and she quickly fell asleep again. About an hour after she fell asleep, the man next to her opened his gray-blue eyes.

Han Zhan stared at the ceiling above his head and noticed the dazzling light beside him. He turned his head and looked over, only to find that the setting sun passed through the glass window and shone into the bedroom.

Han Zhan's expression was confused. His memory still lingered on the moment he died holding Nangong Xian, and he couldn't tell where he was for a while.

He felt his shoulders were a little heavy. He turned his head and saw Song Ci's peaceful sleeping face, and his wandering and confused consciousness suddenly woke up.

He is Han Zhan!

This is the 21st century, and it is no longer the Luo Dynasty!

Han Zhan looked at Song Ci's appearance and carefully compared her appearance with Nangongxian's appearance in his memory.

From a single look, the facial features of the two are somewhat similar, but their temperaments are completely different. Nangongxian's appearance is more heroic, and his eyes are arrogant and unruly when he looks at people.

As for Song Ci, she is truly stunning, and her facial features are all exquisite. She is also a beauty, but Song Ci is more charming. The way she looks at people is more charming and seductive.

Han Zhan secretly held Song Ci's hand, and his heart ached when he thought that six hundred years ago she had sacrificed her heart to refine medicine for him and protect his territory.

It is said that Song Ci had a good vision and a good fortune in marrying the richest man Han Zhan. Only Han Zhan knew that being able to marry Song Ci was a blessing that took him three lifetimes to cultivate.

Song Ci was sleeping deeply, but she found a sudden weight on her body. She opened her eyes and saw someone pressing on her, and that person was taking off her clothes!

Song Ci: "."

You want to sleep with her when you wake up. It turns out you are such an improper man.

Song Ci didn't push Han Zhan away. She asked Han Zhan, "Are you so anxious?"

Han Zhan held her arms down and looked at her with complicated eyes, full of affection and pain. "You are so cruel, how could you torture me like this!"

Han Zhan kissed Song Ci fiercely, with such ferocity that he wanted to tear Song Ci apart and bury her in his belly.

After her clothes were taken off, Song Ci felt Han Zhan's unprecedented dominance and excitement, and then she understood how painful this man was.

Han Zhan came downstairs to cook. He didn't sleep on Friday and was watching science fiction movies.

Seeing Han Zhan walking downstairs wearing a pair of crow-blue silk pajamas, Wu Wu subconsciously stood up and knelt down suddenly, "Join Your Majesty!"

Han Zhan paused.

He stared at Friday for a long time and then said: "Uncle Zhou, there is only Han Zhan in this world, and Dugu Jie has long been gone. Call me Han Zhan, Mr. Han, or Xiao Han."

Friday's respect and awe for Dugu Jie were engraved in his bones. When he saw Han Zhan, it was difficult for him to be normal.

Han Zhan understood Friday's mood. No one who was born in the era of royal power dared to disrespect the emperor. Anyone who behaves in a disrespectful and offensive manner may lose his head.

Han Zhan knew that he could not persuade Friday, so he said: "In the future, if there are people around, don't do this." After a pause, he said, "I don't want to be regarded as a mental patient."

Friday nodded quickly and said: "I understand, Your Majesty."

Han Zhan corrected him again: "Call Mr. Han."

Friday: "Mr. Han."

Han Zhan went into the kitchen to cook, followed by Friday.

When he saw Han Zhan holding the wok and was about to wash it, he hurriedly stepped forward and snatched the wok from Han Zhan's hand and said, "Your Majesty, rest quickly, I will take care of these things! Your Majesty's hand holds the pen and sword, why?" Can you touch the pots and pans?”

Han Zhan: "."

Fifteen minutes later, Friday prepared a large bowl of beef noodles. It smelled numb and spicy, and just looking at it made my appetite whet my appetite.

Friday held the chopsticks with both hands and handed them to Han Zhan: "Your Majesty, please use them."

Han Zhan really couldn't stand the behavior of his subjects on Friday, so he picked up the bowl of noodles and fled upstairs. Song Ci was a little surprised when she saw Han Zhan carrying the noodles back to the room to eat, "Why do you come to the room to eat? It tastes good."

Han Zhan said with emotion: "There is a man downstairs who will kneel down and call your Majesty even if he doesn't open his mouth. I have a big head."

Song Ci laughed, then got out of bed and walked to Han Zhan's side. She stared at the basin of noodles in front of Han Zhan and suddenly shouted: "Your Majesty."

Han Zhan trembled all over, and his hand holding the chopsticks was a little unsteady.

When others call him "Your Majesty," he will feel helpless, but when Song Ci calls him "Your Majesty," Han Zhan wants to cry. Han Zhan put down his chopsticks, turned to Song Ci and said, "You will kill me if you call me Your Majesty."

Song Ci fell silent.

"Porcelain treasure."

Han Zhan held Song Ci's hand with his incomplete right hand and put it in his pajamas pocket to hide it. He held a chopstick noodle in his left hand, took one bite, and bit into several peppercorns.

Han Zhan frowned and pushed away the bowl of noodles in disgust. "A lot of peppercorns."

Song Ci picked up his chopsticks, carefully picked out all the peppercorns in the bowl of noodles, wrapped them in paper towels and threw them into the trash can.

Only then did Han Zhan agree to eat that bowl of noodles.

While he was eating noodles, Song Ci held her cheeks with her hands and tilted her head to look at him. "You are more handsome than Dugu Jie."

Han Zhan was not jealous of his previous life. He said, "It's my father's bad genes." If it weren't for his mother's beautiful appearance, Dugu Jie would be even uglier.

In this life, with the excellent genes of Han Mulan and Edward, Han Zhan can look good no matter how he looks.

Song Ci was amused by Han Zhan's words. She thought of something and her expression suddenly changed slightly, "Oh, we didn't use birth control tonight."

Han Zhan said: "I did it on purpose."

There were tools in his suitcase, but he had no use for them. He wished he could have more children with Song Ci. Song Ci almost suffered from depression due to her first child, and now she gets dizzy when she hears she is pregnant.

But when she thought about not having a child with Han Zhan in her previous life, she wanted to have another child with Han Zhan. She touched her belly and said, "One and a half years after the caesarean section, I can prepare for pregnancy."

"Well, don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you."

Speaking of pregnancy, Song Ci thought of his wife. She found her cell phone and said, "Rongrong's godmother is due in the next few days. I'll ask the teacher to see if godmother has given birth."

Han Zhan checked the time on his watch and said to Song Ci, "It's very late. Teacher Shen may have fallen asleep."

"No, I know the teacher's character very well. Godmother Rongrong is going into labor, and the teacher will definitely not be able to sleep these days." Song Ci sent Shen Yubei a WeChat message: [Teacher, are you asleep? 】

Shen Yubei: [No. 】

Song Ci pouted at Han Zhan and said, "I told you, the teacher must not have slept yet."

Han Zhan hummed and said, "You make a call, I'll eat noodles."

"good."

Song Ci took her mobile phone to the small balcony. She leaned on the railing and called Shen Yubei. Shen Yubei answered the phone and said, "Is the due date accurate? Will it be brought forward?"

Song Ci laughed, "Teacher, have you been unable to sleep well these past few days?"

Shen Yubei nodded, "How can I sleep? When I think about your godmother giving birth, I feel very anxious."

When answering the phone, Shen Yubei was sitting in the baby's room. He said, "I'm packing my luggage. I've been packing things off and on in the past few days. I'm afraid that your wife will be in a hurry and leave something behind."

Song Ci reported the names of all the things he used during production. While she was reading, Shen Yubei was sorting out the list.

In the end, Shen Yubei found that everything he needed was not lacking, and some extra things were prepared. Shen Yubei felt relieved. "Everything is ready."

"Teacher, don't be too nervous."

"Why am I not nervous!" Shen Yubei's heart twitched, and he said, "Your wife is an advanced maternal age, and the doctors don't recommend her to give birth naturally. When I think of your wife being in good health but having to be stabbed, I feel so sad. Just panic."

Song Ci was fed a handful of dog food, which was so sweet.

She and Shen Yubei chatted about confinement care. As they were chatting, Shen Yubei suddenly heard Di Rongrong shouting from the next room: "Beibei! Beibei!"

Shen Yubei's heart trembled, "Your wife is calling me!"

Shen Yubei quickly stood up, opened the door and walked out. He pushed open the master bedroom door, walked in, and saw Di Rongrong standing up holding the bed.

She held her big belly and said nervously: "My amniotic water broke!" Di Rongrong woke up from the pain of contractions. When she woke up, she found that her water had broken. She didn't even know how long she had been having contractions!

boom!

Shen Yubei's brain exploded!

"Song Ci, your mistress's water broke!"

Shen Yubei's voice was so loud that Han Zhan, who was eating noodles in the room, heard it.

When Han Zhan heard this, he quickly put down his chopsticks and walked to the balcony, hugging Song Ci's waist, "Are you about to give birth?"

"I'm afraid I'm going to give birth."

Song Ci told Shen Yubei what to do next over the phone and asked him not to panic.

Shen Yubei listened to Song Ci's instructions and delivered the necessary things to the car, then returned to the room and carried Di Rongrong downstairs. Even though Shen Yubei has long hair, he looks like a literary and artistic nobleman, but he is not weak in strength.

Holding Di Rongrong in his arms, the wind blew under his feet and he walked quickly.

He put Di Rongrong in the passenger seat and heard Di Rongrong say: "Beibei, I think..." Di Rongrong looked a little panicked and said, "I don't think it's too late to go to the hospital."

Shen Yubei was stunned.

"What?" Didn't they all say that there are several hours between a pregnant woman's seizure and delivery?

Di Rongrong had given birth to a daughter. She had experience in giving birth. She realized that her contractions were too frequent and painful, and her cervix might have opened.

Di Rongrong felt that the baby was about to be born, and it would take half an hour at the fastest to get to the hospital from here. Di Rongrong said immediately: "Beibei, let's give birth at home!"

Shen Yubei: "!"

Song Ci was also frightened by Di Rongrong's decision. But she quickly calmed down and said to Shen Yubei: "Teacher, listen to your godmother and give birth at home!" Godmother Rongrong would not make such a decision unless the baby was really going to be born.

Shen Yubei took Di Rongrong back to the room and put a pillow behind her for her to lean on. As soon as Di Rongrong lay down, Shen Yubei heard Di Rongrong say: "I feel the baby is coming out."

Di Rongrong's face turned pale in pain.

Shen Yubei didn't believe it at first, but when he looked down, he really saw the child's hair!

Shen Yubei's legs were weak. He was a little desperate. How should he deliver the baby?

Di Rongrong clenched her teeth in pain and worked hard to give birth. Shen Yubei's head was in a mess, and he could only ask Song Ci for help, "Song Ci, I see the child's head, what should I do next?"

"Teacher, calm down, don't mess around! Next, you do as I say." Song Ci began to teach Shen Yubei how to deliver the baby over the phone, and then asked Han Zhan to call Shen Yubei's housekeeper and inform the housekeeper. Prepare hot water, scissors and children's clothes.

Five minutes later, a baby crying sounded in Shen Yubei's villa.

Hearing the child's cry, Shen Yubei was stunned, while Song Ci and Han Zhan showed relieved smiles.

Outside the door, the butler had already prepared hot water and scissors. He knocked on the door and asked Shen Yubei: "Sir, can I come in?"

Shen Yubei quickly covered Di Rongrong with the quilt, and then said: "Come in."

The housekeeper brought the things in, and Shen Yubei placed the child on the bed in front of him. He picked up the scissors, but he did not dare to cut the umbilical cord.

Di Rongrong had two bowls of rice and a bowl of soup tonight, and she was in good spirits now. She leaned against the pillow and noticed that Shen Yubei was hesitating, and told Shen Yubei in a weak voice: "Cut it off, it won't hurt me, and neither will the child."

Shen Yubei frowned, pinched the baby girl's umbilical cord, and cut it with his teeth. The old housekeeper was dressing the child, and Shen Yubei helped Di Rongrong give birth to the placenta.

After all this was done, the ambulance arrived.

Shen Yubei breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the housekeeper on the side said in surprise: "Sir, look, the baby's hand has five fingers!"

Hearing this, Di Rongrong and Shen Yubei were overjoyed at the same time.

Shen Yubei quickly ran to the crib, picked up the baby girl's hand and looked at it carefully. Her hand did have five fingers, but the middle finger, ring finger and little finger were all tightly attached to the palm, looking as if they were developmentally deformed.

Shen Yubei tried to separate the child's fingers from his palm, but failed. He frowned and said to Di Rongrong: "Rongrong, the child has five fingers, but the other three fingers have grown together with the palm."

Di Rongrong comforted Shen Yubei in turn: "Perhaps separation surgery can cure her hand."

"must be able to!"

The housekeeper brought the doctors and nurses into the house, and Shen Yubei and them sent Di Rongrong and her daughter to the Maternity and Children's Hospital. On the way, Shen Yubei squatted beside the ambulance bed. He held Di Rongrong's hand and kissed it, "Thank you for your hard work, Rongrong."

Di Rongrong shook her head and said, "Give me something to drink."

Shen Yubei fed Di Rongrong some warm water through a straw, and then heard Di Rongrong say: "Beibei, you must protect our baby."

The death of her first daughter was a heavy blow to Di Rongrong. She will definitely protect this little baby!

Shen Yubei nodded, "That's natural. I will definitely protect you mother and daughter."

"I'm calling Luo Lan and Mo Yao now."

Shen Yubei picked up Di Rongrong's cell phone and started calling relatives and friends one by one. After the phone call, I shared the good news about the daughter's fortune in WeChat Moments.

Song Ci reached the teacher's new circle of friends. She enlarged the photo, stared at the wrinkled little girl in the picture, and suddenly said, "I miss Miaomiao and Junjun a little."

Han Zhan bit her neck and then said, "We will go back in three days."

"Um."

On the afternoon of the next day, colleagues rushed to Yaoshen Valley one after another to attend the funeral of Mo Suixin and the other three. The night before the memorial service was officially held, all the big guys in the WeChat group rushed to Yaoshen Valley.

Mo Fengying has taken over the Mo family. She sits in the position of the head of the Mo family and looks at these Chinese medicine masters who have come from afar. I feel ashamed when I think that the glorious history of the Mo family, which has been maintained for more than 600 years, will be destroyed tomorrow.

But Mo Suiyun noticed something. He brought Mo Fengying a cup of honey grapefruit tea and said to her, "I haven't heard the lady cough in the past two days."

Mo Fengying was slightly startled, "Really?"

When she thought about it carefully, she realized that she had indeed not coughed in the past two days, and her body did not feel as out of breath as before when she was slightly tired and tired.

Mo Fengying was shocked and confused, and she murmured: "Could it be that after the true identity of the Mo family was revealed, the curse was lifted?"

Mo Fengying couldn't figure it out, so she didn't think about it deeply.

Early on the third morning, three coffins were placed side by side in the square in front of Shensi Building. From left to right, in order are the old patriarch Mo Zhang Kuang, the patriarch Mo Sui Xin, and the patriarch’s wife Mo Yang.

Three dark coffins were placed in front of Shensi Building, which was very eye-catching. Some people noticed that the statue of the ancestor of the Mo family was missing in Shensi Building, and they felt it was strange.

"Zhan Zhan, why is Ancestor Mo's statue gone?" Mr. Long and Han Zhan stood together, both wearing black clothes. He knew that Han Zhan had been recuperating in the valley during this period, and he must know what happened in the valley.

With a mysterious smile on his face, Han Zhan answered the question as if he didn't know what was asked: "Grandpa Long, you will know later."

Mr. Long's eyes were very sinister, and he could not help but feel suspicious when he saw at a glance that Han Zhan was plotting something.

Everyone gathered together, whispering to each other, secretly speculating on the cause of death of these three people.

At eight o'clock, Mo Fengying walked onto the high platform.

She did not take the microphone, but stood alone on the high platform and said loudly: "I welcome all seniors and colleagues to take time out of their busy schedules to express condolences to my grandfather, father and mother."

"The Mo family has a history of 672 years and is recognized as a great family of traditional Chinese medicine. The Mo family in Sichuan is the master of the country! I used to feel honored to be a member of the Mo family. But what happened in recent days Some of the things I did did made me ashamed.”

Hearing this, a group of big guys in the audience looked at each other.

What happened to the Mo clan?

Mo Fengying couldn't bear to continue talking. She was terrified when she thought that the glory of the Mo family was about to end in her hands.

Behind the crowd, Song Fei shook her phone at her.

Mo Fengying's face turned pale when she saw Song Fei's movements.

Song Fei found her last night and told her that everything that happened in the Mo family during this period was recorded by her using surveillance equipment.

Song Fei threatened Mo Fengying that she must take the initiative to publicly confess the crimes of the Mo family and Mo Liansheng at today's condolence meeting!

If Mo Fengying doesn't cooperate and pleads guilty, then Song Fei will edit the events of the past few days into videos and post them on the Internet, exposing the Mo family's scandal to the world!

It is better to be embarrassed in front of your colleagues than to be embarrassed in front of the whole world.

Mo Fengying pinched her thigh hard, felt the pain, and regained her senses, then continued: "Today, I want to confess to all my colleagues the crimes that the Mo family has hidden for more than six hundred years! I want to tell everyone Those innocent people who were harmed by the Mo family should repent!"

"What is Miss Mo talking about?"

"What crime did the Mo family commit?"

The big guys in the audience were all confused.

Hearing the uproar in the audience, Mo Fengying was about to cry, but she was also a sinner, and she must plead guilty for the crimes committed by herself and her family.

Mo Fengying said with a trembling voice: "Six hundred years ago, the reason why our ancestor Mo Liansheng was able to save Emperor Taiping was because he created the unparalleled Fengchun Pill! Externally, our ancestor promoted the use of Fengchun Pill. Made from the hearts of strange beasts. In fact,"

"In fact, the so-called strange beasts are actually humans!"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned!

"Are Fengchun Pills made from people's hearts?" When Mr. Long thought that he still had a Fengchun Pill in his home, his face turned pale. "Miss Mo, are you really lying to us?"

The others also stared at Mo Fengying in surprise, waiting for her to explain.

Being stared at by colleagues present, Mo Fengying's cheeks turned red with embarrassment and she shed tears on the spot. She wiped her tears and choked up the story of all the scandals that Mo Liansheng had done back then.

The entire square was silent, and only the voice of Mo Fengying's atonement and repentance could be heard.

"Every Fengchun Pill of our Mo clan is refined with the heart of an innocent medicine man. And those medicines with miraculous effects are also mixed with the blood and flesh of the medicine man. This is why others clearly know that The reason why I have obtained the Mo tribe’s prescription, but it has never been able to match the same efficacy.”

The people sitting here are all big names and leaders in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. Even if their medical skills have not reached the highest level, they all have a benevolent heart as a doctor.

Once upon a time, they all regarded the Mo family as a pyramid. When they were young, they were all proud of being able to study in the Mo family! But after hearing such ugly truth today, I just feel that this Mo family is really disgusting!

This is not a group of doctors, this is simply a group of evil heretics!

When Mo Fengying saw the anger and condemnation on everyone's faces, she was so frightened that she didn't dare to speak. This was the first time Mo Fengying had encountered such a situation in her life, and she was speechless.

At this time, Han Zhan stepped onto the high platform. He said: "Hello everyone, I am Han Zhan, the boss of Zeus International."

There are quite a few people who know Han Zhan.

Seeing Han Zhan take the stage to speak, the originally noisy square suddenly became quiet.

Han Zhan waited until no one made any more noise, then said: "A few days ago, a core disciple of the Mo clan secretly released the last medicine man in the world. Let's call her Granny Medicine."

"It was only after Granny Yao escaped that the Mo people and I discovered the existence of the Medicine Man. Through Granny Yao's dictation, we learned the secret of Fengchun Pills and the Mo family's six hundred years of struggle to obtain More medicine people committed genocide against the Nangong family!"

"Through the family diary of a doctor surnamed Zhou, we discovered that during the Luo Dynasty, the Fengchun Pills used by Mo Liansheng, the ancestor of the Mo family, to save Emperor Taiping were made from the heart of the medicine man. And that A murdered medicine man was the most famous female general in history."

".Nangongxian!"

"Six centuries have passed, General Nangongxian finally looks forward to the day when justice is redressed, and the souls of countless murdered medicine people can finally be laid to rest."

Han Zhan glanced at the three coffins in front of him and said expressionlessly: "Seeing that the crimes of the Mo family were announced, Mo Zhangkuang, who was fully aware of the endless sins, committed suicide on the spot with the head of the family and his wife to apologize! The other elders of the Mo family also knew about it People will also be taken to the No. 1 Prison to serve in prison."

As we all know, the First Prison is a purgatory on earth, and all the criminals imprisoned in it are the most heinous criminals. Every criminal who goes in has no chance of getting out.

As soon as Han Zhan finished speaking, he saw Friday leading a man in a black suit onto the high platform. Many people who often watch the news network recognized the identity of the young man behind Friday.

Everyone was surprised when they saw Mr. Zhou.

Why is he here?

Zhou Baoguo, 38 years old, is Friday's adopted son. He was eight years old when Friday was brought home for adoption. Friday lamented that the world is now peaceful and happy, and named his adopted son Zhou Baoguo, hoping that he can serve the country!

Han Zhan only heard from Friday that his son had some power in Kyoto and could handle this matter well, so he left the punishment of the Mo clan elders to Friday's son.

But he never expected that the son who Friday said was "somewhat powerful" in Kyoto would be Zhou Baoguo!

Serve the country every week!

That is the Smiling Tiger Weekly serving the country!

When my grandfather was still alive, he always mentioned Zhou Baoguo in front of Han Zhan. Every time he mentioned him, my grandfather always looked amazed and satisfied.

How can a person who can be recognized and looked forward to by outsiders not have a few brushes?

On Friday, he took his son to meet Han Zhan. After the two young men of about the same grade shook hands and exchanged a few words, Zhou Baoguo took people to Xishan, snatched the elders out of Xishan, and brought them back to Kyoto. .

He hadn't seen his son for a long time on Friday. He explained the situation to Han Zhan and ran away with his son.

And a group of people who came to attend the condolence event, after learning the true identity of the Mo family, did not want to stay in the Medicine King Valley for a moment longer, and left early, without even attending the burial ceremony.

Mo Fengying didn't dare to say anything when she saw the elders being taken away. She just asked Han Zhan worriedly: "Elders, will you die?"

Han Zhan stared at Mo Fengying sternly and asked, "You are worried that the elders will die. Who will worry about the Nangong family being exterminated?"

Mo Fengying bit her lip and did not dare to say any more.

At noon, Han Zhan also took Song Ci and Song Fei and left the Medicine King Valley by helicopter. Han Zhan sat on the helicopter and looked at the Western Mountains.

The cave was once built into a cage, but the five to six feet wide opening at the top of the cave is still there, and it is covered with lush trees.

Staring at the big hole, Han Zhan suddenly held Song Ci's hand.

Seeing that his whole body was tense and his mood was a bit out of place, Song Ci covered his eyes with her hands and said domineeringly in his ear: "Don't look at the passing clouds. Look at me. I'm as beautiful as a flower. Looking at it makes you feel good." .”

Han Zhan's heavy heart became happy.

The tone in which she said this was exactly the same as the tone in which Nangong Xian laughed and asked downstairs at the Qingluo Banquet whether he wanted to be with her for the rest of his life or to have a romantic affair with her.

Some things cannot be broken away by time.

For example, her character, her smile, her arrogance and deep affection.