Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

"Brother Han." Song Ci put her chin on the back of Han Zhan's hand, she looked at Han Zhan, her bright eyes were full of Han Zhan's shadow. "Let's go get the certificate today."

Hearing Song Ci's words, Han Zhan was surprised.

He fell silent.

After a while, Han Zhan suddenly said, "Don't you dislike wearing a neck brace and it's ugly to take pictures?"

Song Ci said: "I have a lot of photos on file, all of which are suitable for marriage certificate photos. You give me a personal photo of you, I turn on the computer, and I just click P, which is a marriage certificate photo."

Han Zhan thought to himself: Is there still such an operation?

The two quickly rushed to the Civil Affairs Bureau to fill out the form and get the certificate. It wasn't until he was sitting in the car on the return journey, staring down at the red marriage certificate on his lap, that Han Zhan recalled everything that happened this morning and felt absurd.

He's 32, he's not a 23-year-old impulsive guy, why did he make a fool of himself with Song Ci?

Song Ci looked at the marriage certificate carefully, and commented on the certificate photo above, "Brother Han, you have to smile more when taking pictures, you know? Look, you look serious in this photo, like an old cadre."

Han Zhan glanced down and smiled helplessly.

"Brother Han, stretch out your hand."

Han Zhan subconsciously stretched out his left hand.

Song Ci was like magic, and at some point in her hand, a gold ring was added.

Staring at the ring, Han Zhan's breathing suddenly slowed for half a beat.

Song Ci put the ring on Han Zhan's ring finger. She raised Han Zhan's left hand, put it in front of her eyes and looked at it carefully before saying with satisfaction, "It's very suitable, it looks good."

Han Zhan looked at the ring. The golden ring had a simple black diamond in the middle, which was very suitable for Han Zhan. Han Zhan was silent for a long time before asking Song Ci in a low voice, "When did you buy it?"

"Last night." After leaving Mu's house, Song Ci went to the mall. "I was afraid that the size was wrong, but it was just right. This is fate."

Song Ci took out her own piece again. It was the same model as Han Zhan's, but the black diamond was smaller. She was about to wear it herself, when Han Zhan suddenly reached out and intercepted the ring.

"I'll wear it for you," he said.

Song Ci pursed her lips and glanced at him, and suddenly said, "The groom, he must wear a ring for the bride with his right hand."

Ahead, Long Yu, who was driving, suddenly changed his expression when he heard Song Ci's words. Long Yu thought that Han Zhan would reject Song Ci's proposal, but after a brief silence, Han Zhan nodded and said, "Okay."

Long Yu was even more surprised.

Mr. Han is really unusual to Miss Song.

In front of Song Ci, Han Zhan took off the gloves that had been on his right hand since they met.

The gloves were removed, revealing the true face of Han Zhan's right hand.

Han Zhan wears two decorative fake fingers on his hands. The fake fingers are of skin color. At first glance, they are no different from real fingers, but if you look closely, you can see that the two fake fingers cannot move.

They were slightly curved, always like that.

Before Han Zhan was about to take off the fake finger, he thoughtfully reminded Song Ci, "It might be a little ugly."

Song Ci looked at him with complicated eyes and said nothing.

Without any hesitation, Han Zhan took off his fake finger in front of him, revealing two ugly scars on his severed finger. Han Zhan's two fingers were cut off at the base of the knuckles, and after so many years, the scars are still ugly.

Song Ci saw such a hand for the first time, and her breathing became lighter.

After a moment, she said, "It's pretty ugly."

Hearing this, Long Yu's back stiffened.

Han Zhan was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and didn't seem angry. Long Yu quietly looked back at Han Zhan, feeling a little complicated. In fact, when his finger was just cut off, Mr. Han was far less calm than he is now.

He used to be an ace sniper, his eyes and hands were the things he saw more than his life. The finger was cut off when he said it was cut off. Mr. Han was dead during that time, and everyone thought he couldn't survive it.

Like now, hearing Song Ci say that his fingers are ugly, Mr. Han can still laugh it off, which is inconceivable in Long Yu's opinion.

Using his thumb and ring finger, Han Zhan picked up the ring and put it on Song Ci's left ring finger. "Okay, now, you are my bride."

Han Zhan lowered his head and picked up the fake finger to put it on.

Song Ci suddenly leaned over and took the fake finger from his hand. "Let me do it."

Han Zhan subconsciously refused, "No, I can"

"You have to get used to it, and I will wear them for you in the future." Song Ci stared at Han Zhan, leaving Han Zhan nowhere to escape. Song Ci patted Han Zhan's chest and said disapprovingly, "Brother Han, from now on, your right hand and your tie can only be touched by me."

Han Zhan's chest seemed to be hit by a hammer, and he almost suffocated.

So domineering.

Han Zhan looked at the right hand that had put on the fake fingers again, and his gray-blue eyes gradually sank. In this world, there are thousands of women who are willing to tie a tie for him, and there is only one person who is willing to wear fake fingers for him.

He was reluctant to let her go after a year.

Han Zhan wanted to try and keep her by his side.

Although the feelings for Song Ci are not yet at the level of love, the goodwill has already skyrocketed.

Song Ci's hand was suddenly held by Han Zhan.

She was a little surprised, and turned back to tease Han Zhan: "What are you holding my hand for?" Song Ci put her hands on Han Zhan's shoulders with a smile.

Song Ci was teasing Han Zhan, but Han Zhan said to Long Yu in front, "Don't look back."

Where can Long Yu dare to look back?

Song Ci frowned.

She also wanted to tease Han Zhan, but Han Zhan suddenly turned around, raised his left hand to hold the back of her head, leaned over and approached, his fiery lips clasped Song Ci's soft petals. Han Zhan, who looked cold and steady, actually had such hot lips.

Song Ci was surprised for a few seconds, then closed her eyes.

After the separation, Song Ci's cheeks were flushed, but she still looked calm as an experienced driver.

Han Zhan put the two marriage certificates together, put them in his pocket, and suddenly asked her, "How did you get the household registration book?" He didn't think Mu Mian would easily agree to Song Ci marrying him.

Song Ci said a little embarrassedly: "I took it with my mother, the reason is to buy a house."

Han Zhan chuckled, "Slick."

The two words in the deep voice got into Song Ci's ears, and her face turned even redder.

After sending these two people downstairs, Long Yu slipped faster than a monkey. As he walked towards the elevator, Song Ci complained to Han Zhan, "Brother Long was scared by you into a monkey."

Han Zhan followed Song Ci into the elevator and said, "He will get used to it sooner or later."

sooner or later

In other words, this kind of thing will happen more often in the future.

Song Ci quietly rubbed her earlobes, looking forward to it.

After entering the house together, Song Ci lowered her head and changed her shoes, and said to Han Zhan, "In order to celebrate our certificate, should we have a big meal at noon today? Brother Han, you cook, and I'll help you."

Thinking of the Tai O dragon in the refrigerator, Song Ci licked his lips, "I'm going to dismember the five horses of the O dragon, peel the skin and dismantle the bones and swallow it into the belly."

Got the certificate, scatter flowers ヽ(°▽°)ノ