Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Chapter 452 Han Zhan wishes you an invincible opponent in the competition and returns with full honors! (6)

After dinner, Han Zhan opened his laptop and found several videos of the violin competition finals and started watching them.

Finding that the contestants' performances on stage were often quite long, usually lasting more than half an hour, he couldn't help but cast a worried look at Song Ci.

Song Ci was eating cantaloupe. When she saw him looking over, she asked, "What are you looking at?"

Han Zhan said: "Will it be tiring to perform on stage for so long?"

Song Ci said: "It's not easy anyway."

His eyes fell on Song Ci's big belly, and he said worriedly: "You are going to give birth in more than a month, and I can't let it go."

"The competition period is one month, and I am still one and a half months away from my due date. Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Some babies will be born before their due date, and some will be born later. Song Ci thought that her due date was still one and a half months away, so the child would not come out half a month early.

But she was still worried, and she sighed: "I hope the baby can stay in my belly for a few more days."

Han Zhan and Song Ci thought of going together. He pondered for a moment before making a decision and said, "In this way, I will assign you a professional gynecological team and let them follow you. I will rest assured."

Song Ci also thinks this is the best way, but...

"Isn't it too arrogant?" She went to participate in a violin competition, bringing bodyguards and a gynecological team. No national leader went abroad like her to show off like this. Song Ci was afraid that people would scold her if this matter spread.

Han Zhan pinched Song Ci's cheek and said, "You are worth it."

Song Ci felt sweet in her heart when she heard this.

Han Zhan turned off the computer and said to Song Ci: "Let's go to bed. We have to catch a flight tomorrow."

"Um."

Have a good night's sleep.

Early the next morning, Han Zhan sent Song Ci back to Yulong Villa and packed her luggage with her.

Song Ci's dress for this competition has been sent to Belgium, and she only needs to bring her daily clothes. But Song Ci loves beauty so much that she never wears the same clothes every day. She brings five boxes of clothes with her.

Han Zhan stared at the pile of suitcases and couldn't help but take a photo and send it to Moments.

He was about to post the picture directly, but when he thought of something, he looked back at the beautiful Song Ci in the locker room and asked, "I'm going to post the photo of your suitcase to Moments. Doesn't this require a P-picture?"

Song Ci stopped, turned around and blinked at him before saying, "Okay."

Han Zhan then posted on Moments.

Han Zhan: My wife is going to Belgium to participate in a violin competition. She doesn’t have much clothes, only five boxes. Attached picture.jpg.

Han Zhan has two WeChat accounts, one is a work account and the other is a private account. He sends messages from his private account. The friends in the private account are all close friends in life.

At this age, most of my friends have married and started businesses. When they saw Han Zhan’s circle of friends, everyone left messages one after another——

Bei Zhan: [Women are really scary. The one in my family brings four or five boxes every time she goes out, and eight or nine boxes when she comes back. 】

Dongfang Lin: [My wife doesn’t take luggage with her when she goes out, but every time she comes back, she has so much luggage that it can’t fit in the trunk of the car. Women can really buy things. 】

Cheng Yanmo: [Excuse me, I don’t have a wife. 】

Han Zhan’s circle of friends are all big guys who know each other. Everyone leaves messages on Han Zhan’s WeChat account, and everyone else can see it.

Li Li stared at Cheng Yanmo's message and silently shed bitter tears. He and Cheng Yan Yanmo were really close friends. They were both men who had been married and later divorced.

Song Ci was changing clothes in the dressing room. Even if she was pregnant, she still had to dress up beautifully.

Han Zhan walked into the dressing room and saw Song Ci trying hard to stuff her chubby legs into a pair of white boots.

The white sheepskin boots are very flattering to the foot shape. Shoes of this style are very thin. Song Ci is in the third trimester of pregnancy and is still somewhat fat.

Sheepskin boots that originally would have flattered the shape of the legs are no longer wearable.

Han Zhan felt aggrieved for the boots, which covered an amount of flesh that shouldn't have been covered.

Han Zhan couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Can't you change to another pair?" He took a pair of eight-hole Martin boots from the shoe rack and said to Song Ci, "This one is looser and comfortable for you to wear."

Song Ci found that the sheepskin boots could no longer be worn. She clicked her tongue irritably, "I'm so fat." She looked up at the shoes in Han Zhan's hand and said, "I'm a fashion blogger, and you don't deserve me." skirt."

Han Zhan couldn't understand Song Ci's idol burden.

"Don't wear that, just wear this." Han Zhan simply took away the sheepskin boots in front of Song Ci and threw the pair of Martin boots in front of Song Ci.

Song Ci was so angry that she said, "I have a big belly and can't bend down. Please put it on for me."

Han Zhan actually squatted down and put on Song Ci's Martin boots with his own hands. His right hand was missing his index and middle fingers, so he used his thumb and ring finger to hold the shoelaces.

Song Ci lowered her eyes and watched Han Zhan patiently tie her shoelaces, and suddenly realized that she was making trouble unreasonably. She said awkwardly: "Get up and I'll take care of the rest."

Han Zhan said: "I'd better dress it for you."

Song Ci snatched away the shoes and put them on while saying, "You are 1.9 meters tall and look silly squatting on the ground. Get up and stop squatting."

Han Zhan knew that Song Ci felt sorry for him, but he didn't make it clear.

Han Zhan looked at Song Ci's cloakroom and found that Song Ci had many clothes but few furs, so he asked her, "Don't you like furs?"

Song Ci was tying her shoes and said without raising her head, "I like it."

"Then why are you rarely seen buying furs?"

Song Ci frowned and said, "I used to like fur, but later I was abused by environmentalists. Mu Qiu is an environmentalist. During the summer vacation in college, Mu Qiu tricked me into going to the fur production site. I was forced to see that bloody scene."

"I was so scared that I never dared to wear fur again." The only furs in Song Ci's cloakroom were all imitation furs.

When Mu Qiu's name was mentioned again, Song Ci fell into a daze. She raised her head and asked Han Zhan: "How is Mu Qiu now?" Song Ci knew that Han Zhan had always sent people to monitor Mu Qiu to prevent Mu Qiu from becoming a monster.

Han Zhan told her: "She is living well in Yuezhao'an now and can already conduct small rituals."

Song Cipo was a little surprised, "Has she really devoted herself to Buddha?"

Han Zhan: "It looks real."

Speaking of Mu Qiu, Song Ci inevitably thought of Cheng Yanmo. "Then there was really no contact between Mr. Cheng and her afterwards?"

"No." Han Zhan thought of something and asked Song Ci: "Do you know about Cheng Yanmo's love affair?"

"Cheng Yanmo is in love?" Song Ci didn't know about this, "Who is it?"

"His assistant Vivien."

Song Ci had some impressions of Vivian. Cheng Yanmo brought Vivian to their house for dinner last year. "He's finally in love. I'm worried that he can't let go of Mu Qiu and plans to stay single for the rest of his life."

"Not really."

Han Miao and Han Jun knew that their mother was leaving this time to participate in a violin competition, but they didn't bother asking Song Ci to take them with them.

After lunch, the sisters took Song Ci to the room.

Han Miao and Han Jun slept on the same bed. Han Miao said to Song Ci: "Mom, wait until we fall asleep before leaving, okay?"

How could Song Ci be willing to refuse the cutie's proposal?

"good."

"Then you can pull little stars for us, okay?"

"OK."

Listening to Song Ci's playing Little Star, Han Miao and Han Jun rolled on the bed for a while and then fell asleep. Song Ci put away the piano, kissed the children's cheeks respectively, and then left their room quietly.

Han Zhan was standing in the living room downstairs waiting for her. When he saw her coming down, he took the initiative to take the piano case from her. "Let's go, everything is loaded into the car, it's time to go to the airport."

"good."

Originally, Song Ci only planned to bring two bodyguards, a Chinese cook, her stylist friend Allen and Allen's assistant to compete.

Because of Han Zhan's impromptu initiative, another gynecology team was added. There are three people in the team, one obstetrician and two assistants.

The originally scheduled group of six people turned into a group of nine people.

Han Zhan asked Long Yu to apply for a flight to Belgium early, so that Song Ci could go directly to Belgium on his family's private plane.

When Song Ci arrived at the airport, he discovered that Song Fei and Shen Yubei had already arrived. Seeing that everyone was there, she, who had no pressure at all, suddenly felt Alexander.

Song Ci tucked her wind-blown hair behind her ears and said with a smile, "You all came to see me off. If I didn't succeed in winning the championship, I would be too embarrassed to come back to see you."

Hearing what Song Ci said, Song Fei immediately said, "Then I'll leave now." She really wanted to leave and wanted to relieve Song Ci's pressure.

Song Ci quickly grabbed Song Fei's hand. "Don't go, Song Fei!"

Song Fei stopped and looked at her without speaking. Song Ci squeezed Song Fei's hand and said, "You must come to the night of championship."

A faint smile appeared on Song Fei's cold face, "Yes, I will definitely come."

Song Ci looked at Shen Yubei again, "Teacher, wait for my good news."

Seeing that Song Ci was under great pressure, Shen Yubei said earnestly: "Song Ci, a person who truly loves music, never cares about winning or losing. No matter whether the world recognizes her ability or her status, as long as she loves music herself , she is the king of music if she doesn’t give up music.”

Shen Yubei hugged Song Ci and told her with great pride: "It doesn't matter whether you win the championship or not. In the teacher's heart, from the moment you knelt down in front of my house three years ago, you are A champion.”

From the moment he defeated his inner demons, Song Ci became the uncrowned king.

"Teacher." Hearing this, Song Ci almost cried. "I understand what you mean." The teacher was afraid that her expectations for this competition would be too high, and that she would be devastated if she didn't win the championship in the end.

But she will never recover.

There is never a winner or loser in music, only love or dislike. If you make music with a mindset of winning or losing, you will never be able to make truly successful music.

"Teacher, don't worry, I will try my best. I don't care whether I win or lose."

When Shen Yubei heard her answer, he knew that Song Ci had really understood his intention. "Okay, good boy!" Knowing that Han Zhan and Song Ci still had something to say, Shen Yubei also wisely left first.

After Shen Yubei left, Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's shoulder and said, "Teacher Shen hugged you just now. If it were any other man, I could beat him to death."

Song Ci smiled, bright and charming, as charming as a rose.

Song Ci opened her arms towards Han Zhan and asked him, "Then do you want to hug me?"

Han Zhan shook his head and said, "No, when you win the championship, I will give you a champion's hug."

"You have so much confidence in me?"

Han Zhan has always been full of confidence in her.

Han Zhan took a deep look at Song Ci, then took off the piano case on his back, took a step back, held the piano case with both hands, and said to Song Ci: "Han Zhan is here. I wish you an invincible opponent in the competition and return with full honors." !”

Song Ci looked at Han Zhan blankly. At this moment, time traveled back to the Luo Dynasty more than 600 years ago.

In the maple leaf forest that year, the young prince held the Sun-Chasing Arrow in his hand, carefully hiding his deep love and no regrets, and said in a loud and proud voice: "Little General Nangong, I hope that this Sun-Chasing Arrow will accompany you to fight the enemy and gallop on the battlefield! I am alone here. In the capital city, I wish you to fight invincibly in all directions and come back as a young man!"

The images of the past and present life overlapped, making Song Ci's eyes blurry. She took the piano case with both hands and looked at Han Zhan. She had a thousand words in her heart, but she didn't know where to say them.

The afterglow of the setting sun lengthened and distanced the two figures, like two parallel lines that would not collide, just like they did more than six hundred years ago.

But this time, Song Ci took the initiative to step forward, stood on tiptoes, and kissed Han Zhan's forehead.

The two lines that shouldn't intersect finally meet.

She said: "I love you."

I love you, I loved you six hundred years ago, and I will still love you six hundred years later.

Han Zhan looked up at the woman in front of him. He clenched his hands into fists and said in a hoarse voice: "I have been looking forward to this moment for a long time." He still vividly remembered six hundred years ago when he personally handed the Sun-Chasing Arrow to Nangong. Immortal time, how desperate he felt.

At that time, he was thinking about what if there was an afterlife.

If there was an afterlife, he would never let her be responsible for the rise and fall of the country again!

He wanted her to have fine clothes and fine food, to have golden branches and jade leaves, to play the piano and compose poems, and to enjoy all the glory and wealth!