Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

The female CEO has a busy schedule. She needs to work and socialize every day. Before going to bed at night, she has to listen to international news and do skin care at the same time.

Han Jun was quite tired after working all day. She was lying on the nursing bed with only a pure white bath towel covering her body.

The slender beauty master washed her hands and was massaging Han Jun's tired body with her delicate hands. The beautician's fingers were very soft but very strong. Under her massage, Han Jun gradually relaxed. As soon as he relaxed, he felt overwhelmingly tired.

Gradually, the voice of the announcer in the news began to become blurry.

Just when Han Jun was about to fall asleep, the mobile phone on the table beside him rang. What was ringing was Han Jun's personal cell phone. No matter how busy or late, as long as this phone rang, Han Jun would answer it immediately.

When Han Jun heard the ringtone, he opened his eyes, his eyes filled with wisdom and sharpness that he couldn't hide.

The beautician saw it, stopped what he was doing, respectfully picked up the phone, and handed it to Han Jun. Han Jun glanced sideways at the other person, then stretched out his slender index and middle fingers to hold the phone between them like a cigarette.

Seeing the name 'brother', Han Jun quickly answered the phone, "Brother."

The beautician saw that the sharpness and indifference in Han Jun's eyes instantly turned into gentleness. After she guessed the identity of the other person, she couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Jun is her top VIP customer service. She can support the entire beauty salon by herself. Similarly, Han Jun is also the most difficult customer for her to deal with. Every time when serving Han Jun, the beautician had to be very alert for fear of offending the customer.

Because he is so good at observing words and expressions, the beautician knows that this difficult-to-maintain master will only reveal the tenderness and sweetness that only ordinary women can have when facing her fiancé.

Han Jun's cold voice sounded in the spacious and quiet lounge. "Come to Wangdong? I'm at home, of course in a house where I live alone. Do you want to come over?"

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come over."

After Han Jun took over the company, he moved out. The residence he lives alone is very close to Yulong Building. It only takes fifteen minutes by car, which is much closer than Yulong Mountain. Han Miao still lives at home, but most of the time she lives with Li Ao in the mountainside villa. But whenever she comes back to Dongcheng after school, she always stays with Han Jun for several years, eating and drinking without any pressure.

After Han Jun hung up the phone, she said to the beautician: "Continue."

"Okay, Mr. Han."

The beautician took out the facial mask clay, applied a mask on Han Jun, and then continued to massage her abdomen and chest. After a while, the sound of rolling wheels came from downstairs, and soon the sound of the car stopped again.

The beautician pricked up his ears and vaguely heard the sound of the car door opening and closing. The beautician took a peek at the woman beneath her and noticed that Han Jun's ears were moving. She looked away and continued to take care of Han Jun's legs.

Soon there were steady footsteps approaching from outside. Immediately afterwards, the man pushed open the door of the lounge without saying hello.

The beautician did not dare to look back. She only heard a charming male voice behind her, and the visitor said: "Mr. Xiao Han, are you sure you want to welcome me in such a grand way?"

After taking over Zeus International from Han Jun, Han Jun was successfully promoted from "little friend" to "Little President Han" in Xu Qian's place.

Mr. Xiao Han asked the beautician: "How long will it take?"

This is to drive her away.

"I'll be ready soon." The beautician washed Han Jun's face, applied skin care products, then neatly packed her things, said see you in the day, and left with her equipment. During the whole process, Xu Qian did not leave and kept sitting on the sofa nearby.

Han Jun opened her eyes and saw Xu Qian's white Tang suit and the shabby rag shoes on his feet. She immediately frowned and said with disdain, "It's ugly."

Xu Qian immediately stood up and peeled off his Tang suit jacket in front of Han Jun, revealing his finely dressed upper body. He asked Han Jun: "Which dress do you like me to wear?"

Han Jun stood up and tied the bath towel.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her long legs hanging down and swaying, and said to Xu Qian: "There is a light blue casual shirt on the hanger under the third row from the left in the cloakroom, and there is a black suit on the trouser rack. Pants and shoes of your own choice.”

"good."

Xu Qian went to the dressing room with familiarity and found the clothes exactly where Han Jun said he should be in the third row and changed into them. As soon as he buttoned up his trousers, he heard the sound of slippers tapping.

It was Han Jun who came in.

After Han Jun walked into the dressing room, he went directly to the women's clothing area.

Xu Qian stood at the door of the locker room and waited for a while, then he heard the footsteps of high heels. He looked up towards the door of the locker room and saw Han Jun standing there wearing a dark purple halter-neck waist dress.

The hem of the skirt is very long, almost reaching the floor, and the high slit reveals a straight and slender long leg. Her skin is snow-white, and her fair body is wrapped in dark purple cloth. Her beauty is so stunning that it strikes people's eyes.

Xu Qian forced himself to move his eyes away and walked towards the living room downstairs. Han Jun followed him step by step.

After walking down the stairs for a few steps, Xu Qian heard Han Jun say: "Brother, my heels are too high."

Xu Qian stopped, turned around, and looked at the graceful and charming woman standing on the landing. He resignedly turned around and walked to Han Jun, bent down and held Han Jun in his arms, and carried her down the stairs.

As he walked, he asked, "Why are you wearing such high-heeled shoes at home?"

Han Jun hugged his neck and said frankly: "Of course it's to show you."

Xu Qian placed her on the clean and spotless floor of the living room. He stretched out a beautiful index finger, tapped Han Jun's forehead, and said with a smile: "In my eyes, you will look good no matter what you wear. Don't suffer the consequences next time." This crime."

"That's not okay."

Han Jun grabbed Xu Qian's wrist, put his hands on his waist, moved closer to Xu Qian, breathed like orchid into Xu Qian's ear, and said, "You haven't come to see me in a month. If I don’t dress up to look better, how can I keep you?”

Han Jun in his arms is no longer a child, she is his fiancée. Father Xu Yan passed away in the summer of the year before last. Before his death, Xu Yan and his wife took their son and betrothal gift to the Han family in person to discuss the marriage of their two children with Han Zhan.

Their wedding date has been set. Just a week later, Xu Qian came to Wangdongcheng to take Han Jun to get the certificate.

Xu Qian tightened his arms, lowered his head and kissed Han Jun on the cheek, then pushed Han Jun away and said, "I haven't eaten all day."

"What are you busy with?" As he said this, Han Jun walked to the kitchen. She took out a lot of food from the refrigerator in the kitchen. It was all prepared by the Han family's cooks and only needed to be heated up before eating.

Xu Qian saw Han Jun dressed as grandly and beautifully as if attending a party, and couldn't stand her standing busy in front of the stove, so he kicked Han Jun out of the kitchen and started to heat the food himself.

The food was heated and the two of them chatted while eating.

Xu Qian told Han Jun about the six-star array set up by evil spirits in Wangdong City. After hearing this, Han Jun also showed a worried expression.

She had sealed the evil spirit in Xu Qian's eyes with her own hands. For Qu Jinghong in his heyday, the evil spirit was nothing to fear. But at that time, Qu Jinghong had an old illness and his body was already in disrepair. , and then the evil spirit took advantage of it.

At that time, Yan Qingqiu's cultivation was not very strong. In order to seal the evil spirit, Yan Qingqiu worked hard. Later, Yan Qingqiu became stronger and became the number one cultivator in the Aosheng Continent. When he could no longer find his opponent, the evil spirit had already reincarnated with Xu Qian's soul and went to the planet Earth.

Now that Xu Qian has been reincarnated thirteen times, his abilities belonging to Qu Jinghong are getting weaker and weaker. He is no match against the recovered evil spirit.

unless

Unless she takes action herself!

Han Jun's soul has not yet been fully integrated. Her soul fragments were collected by Yan Qingxiu and placed in a soul storage container. If she can fuse her soul, she will definitely be able to restore her magic power to its peak!

Although restricted by the protection laws of world civilization, her magic power is not too strong, but it should be more than enough to deal with an evil spirit.

Xu Qian was very hungry and was concentrating on eating. Han Jun stared at Xu Qian's handsome appearance, and his heart suddenly felt painful. This is Xu Qian's thirteenth life. If he cannot be brought back to Aosheng Continent in this life, he will completely disappear from this world.

That is a result that Han Jun absolutely cannot accept!

Han Jun suddenly put down his chopsticks and said to Xu Qian, "I will have a rest tomorrow morning."

Hearing this, Xu Qian's face showed a smile. He wiped his mouth, pressed the bottom of the goblet with his fingertips and pushed it on the table. He licked his lips and was about to say something when he suddenly heard Han Jun say: "Tomorrow morning, let's go Get your marriage certificate."

A look of astonishment appeared on Xu Qian's face.

Han Jun saw it, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What? You don't want to?"

Xu Qian shook his head and laughed. He put his hand on his forehead and sighed: "What a coincidence, this is what I wanted to say just now."

Hearing this, there was a smile in Han Jun's eyes.

Han Jun meant it when he said he wanted to get the certificate. After eating, she called Song Ci as soon as possible and asked Song Ci to send her the household registration book tomorrow morning. She and Xu Qian would go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a marriage certificate.

When Song Ci heard about this, she was both happy and melancholy.

The next day, Song Ci came to the door in person with her household registration book and a pink dress. When she arrived, Xu Qian was already awake and making breakfast, while Han Jun was practicing shooting in the basement downstairs.

Song Ci went to the basement and took away the gun from Han Jun. She said: "Why do you need to shoot when you get the certificate today! Let's go back to the house with mom to change clothes. Getting the certificate is the most important day in your life. You have to get it." Dress festively.”

"You and Xu Qian will take ID photos later. This ID photo will stay with you for a lifetime, and your children and grandchildren will see it in the future. Dress up nicely, and you will look beautiful."

Han Jun was pulled into the elevator by Song Ci. After listening to Song Ci's words, Han Jun complained silently. She said, "Mom, the wedding certificate photo of you and dad seems to be P's."

Song Ci: "."

Song Ci glared at Han Jun with a charming look, and then said: "I injured my neck at that time, and it doesn't look good to take pictures with a neckband on, so I can only take photos."

Han Jun seemed to smile.

Song Ci saw it and her expression became serious. She asked Han Jun: "Are you laughing at me?"

Han Jun immediately pursed his lips and shook his head, "No, I don't dare, and I won't."

Song Ci looked at her suspiciously.

But soon, Song Ci became happy again, and she asked Han Jun to put on a new dress. Han Jun put on that pink dress and stood in front of Song Ci. She was really more beautiful than a peach blossom.

Song Ci looked at it with satisfaction for a while, then stood in front of the dressing table and waved to Han Jun: "Come and sit down, mommy will do your makeup."

Han Jun sat down obediently and let Song Ci put on her makeup.

Song Ci's makeup skills are top-notch, and Han Jun's skin care is good. After applying makeup, her complexion is rosy and fair. For ID photos, you can only wear light makeup, but Han Jun is naturally beautiful, and light makeup makes her even more attractive.

When Xu Qian saw Han Jun, he couldn't help praising her beauty.

Hearing Xu Qian's praise, Han Jun smiled.

Song Ci personally sent Xu Qian and Han Jun to the Civil Affairs Bureau. The two children took photos at the Civil Affairs Bureau, filled out some documents, and received their marriage certificates.

After receiving the marriage certificate from the staff, Xu Qian and Han Jun were silent for a while. After a long while, Han Jun handed her marriage certificate to Xu Qian. She said, "Qu Jinghong, I hope you will bear with me for the rest of my life."

When Xu Qian heard the name 'Qu Jinghong', his expression was slightly moved. Xu Qian carefully took the document from Han Jun's hand and gave her his marriage certificate. He stared at Han Jun's reddish cheeks and said softly: "Aqiu, I will be with you for the rest of my life."

Song Ci stood next to the car with a camera and shouted to the two young people: "Look here, I will take a picture of you and send it to Moments."

Xu Qian and Han Jun turned around obediently, faced the camera, and were forced to show awkward yet polite smiles.

Han Zhan was sitting in another car. He lowered the window and saw the two young people standing in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau holding their marriage certificates and letting Song Ci take pictures of them. He felt sour in his heart.

He pressed his eyes and said to Bei Zhan beside him: "The person who grabbed my cabbage was not a pig, but a handsome and majestic lion. Shouldn't I be angry?"

Bei Zhan pressed Han Zhan's shoulder and sighed: "You grew the cabbage yourself. No matter what thing hits you, it will hit you. You can be angry if you want."

Han Zhan stared at the two young men and cursed angrily: "You little bastard, you deserve a lifetime of happiness!"