Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci is young after all, although she doesn't care about the selection result, she is still proud of being pleased by so many men.

Han Zhan suddenly released Song Ci's fingers.

He said, "It's ten o'clock."

Song Ci was inexplicable, but saw Han Zhan get up quickly and left the room directly.

Song Ci thought that Han Zhan was going to sleep in the living room downstairs, and felt a little disappointed and proud. But after a while, Han Zhan came back. He didn't come back empty-handed. When he came back, he was holding a pair of handcuffs and a roll of tape.

Song Ci was taken aback, "Do you still have this hobby?"

Han Zhan did not speak. He walked to the bed with a sullen face, knelt on Song Ci's body, opened the handcuffs directly, and placed Song Ci's messy hands on his chest. The operation was as fierce as a tiger, and Song Ci was not given a chance to resist.

Han Zhan was about to tear off the tape, but Song Ci guessed what he was going to do, and shouted: "Don't! Don't stick it on my mouth, I'm allergic to this and it will disfigure me!"

Han Zhan made a move. "Are you still making trouble?"

Song Ci hurriedly said, "No, I'll shut up."

Han Zhan looked at her for a while, and confirmed that she was really good, and then he lost the tape.

Han Zhan covered Song Ci with the air-conditioning quilt and lay down beside Song Ci. He glanced at the clock and said, "It's six past ten, you are too noisy and disturbing my sleep." After speaking, he moved his head on the pillow and closed his eyes.

The whole world suddenly became quiet, and Han Zhan fell asleep quickly, leaving Song Ci to stare at Han Zhan's sleeping face fiercely.

Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's clever nose for more than ten minutes, and fell asleep when drowsiness struck.

After a while, Han Zhan opened his eyes.

He looked sideways at Song Ci's quiet appearance after falling asleep, lifted the quilt, and glanced under him.

huh~

This is the first night

Song Ci woke up the next morning at the urging of the alarm clock, and when she opened her eyes, she found that the handcuffs had been opened at some point. She glanced at the handcuffs on the bedside, couldn't help but took a photo and sent it to Yan Jiang to tease him.

Song Ci: [Last night was really exciting. Attachment.jpg]

Yan Jiang played games until late at night, and when he woke up, it was ten o'clock. He closed his eyes, reached for the phone, took off his blindfold, and saw Song Ci sent her a message. Yan Jiang opened the chat page in a daze, and after seeing the photos taken by Song Ci, Yan Jiang woke up instantly.

Really can play!

He sat up, crossed his legs on the bed, and replied to Song Ci's voice.

Song Ci went into the kitchen to pour water, and found that the white thermos cup was placed next to the water dispenser. She rolled her eyes and took half a cup of warm water with the thermos cup. While drinking water, Song Ci clicked on the voice message sent by Yan Jiang.

Song Ci turned up the volume of the phone, and after the amplification, Yan Jiang's voice could be heard all over the room——

Yan Jiang: [Yes, Song Song, is it so intense? Your brother Han is getting stronger and stronger! Can play, really can play. 】

Song Ci was about to reply when he looked up and saw Han Zhan standing at the door of the gym. He was wearing a white vest with a towel around his neck, and the glove on his right hand stood out.

A man who exercises in the morning until he sweats, his hormones are bursting, and he is handsome and A.

Song Ci pressed her finger on the voice dialogue, forgetting what she was going to say.

Han Zhan cast a subtle and dangerous look at her. He pointed to Song Ci's cell phone and said, "Old and strong?" Brother Han had doubts about his age for the first time.

Song Ci heard Han Zhan's displeasure, and she betrayed Yan Jiang without any hesitation: "I am a friend who is ignorant and talks nonsense."

Han Zhan gave her a deep look before saying, "Don't make any messy friends."

Song Ci: "Good!"

Han Zhan had to go upstairs to take a shower. He stepped upstairs and said without looking back: "I'm going to work today, you can arrange the activities yourself. If you want to go out, let someone accompany you, and I'll find one for you. driver."

Song Ci was flattered, "So good?"

Han Zhan stood on the platform on the second floor, looked down at Song Ci, and told her, "The driver is a retired special forces soldier. You can just call him Brother Long. From now on, he will be your bodyguard."

Song Ci was even more grateful to Han Zhan, "Okay, I'll let him stay with me."

"Um."

Han Zhan came downstairs after taking a shower, and found that Song Ci made breakfast, which was a very ordinary three-color fried rice with a glass of fresh milk.

Song Ci stood in the dining room and waved to him: "Brother Han, let's go after breakfast."

Han Zhan stared at the plate of fried rice, hesitated for a moment, turned his steps, and walked towards the restaurant.

Song Ci's cooking skills are really not good. Fried rice is ordinary, not delicious, but not bad. After eating, Han Zhan put down his spoon, and suddenly said, "I'll find an aunt to cook."

Song Ci was embarrassed and said, "I haven't cooked much, but I can go to school."

Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's beautiful jade hands, took a sip of milk, and said, "No, your hands are not for cooking."

It was the one who played the violin, the one who flew the plane, and the one who stroked him.

Song Ci suddenly felt a little moved.

"Brother Han is so considerate and pampering me, I'm going to fall in love with you."

Han Zhan was used to Song Ci's style of confessing at every turn, so he thought Song Ci was a fart. "Let's go." Han Zhan got up and was about to walk to the door. Song Ci hurriedly followed him to the door, and said as he walked, "I have to tie your tie myself, it's all done on TV."

Han Zhan picked up the tie, handed it to Song Ci, and asked her, "Do you know how?"

Song Ci said: "Simple."

She tiptoed slightly and wrapped the tie around Han Zhan's neck. Song Ci really knew how to tie a tie, and it was very beautiful and neat. Han Zhan was a little surprised. He stared at the girl's trembling long eyelashes and suddenly asked, "How could this happen?"

Song Ci said: "I have a suit and sometimes a tie. When I was a trainee pilot, I wore a tie every day."

"I see."

Song Ci pulled Han Zhan's tie and said with a half-smile, "Why, do you think I've tied it to another man?"

Han Zhan didn't speak.

Song Ci squeezed her tie, raised her head, and kissed Han Zhan's cheek.

Han Zhan lost his mind briefly.

When he returned to his senses, he found that Song Ci had retreated. Song Ci leaned against the wall and posed an enchanting pose towards him, but unfortunately the neck brace on her neck was an eyesore, which compromised her charm.

Song Cichao compares his heart to him, "Brother Han, don't forget Cici when you work."

Porcelain

The voice is whistling, a sweet and greasy taste, who can stand it.

Han Zhan shook his shoulders and shook his goosebumps down. "See you at night." Han Zhan opened the door and walked away, without even looking back at his little girlfriend who lived with him.

After Han Zhan left, Song Ci stood at the door and called out to Ci Ci again, imitating the tone just now. After shouting, she couldn't take it anymore, and kept rubbing the goose bumps on her arms with her hands.

"It's so fucking shameless, Song Ci."

Who would have thought that Song Ci, the first lady who was elegant and noble outside, was a full-fledged actress in private.

Han Zhan: Handcuffs + tape, the best partner.

Song Porcelain: Durian + sharp needles, perfect.