Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Uncle Han Zhan is so innocent, does he count as being shot while lying down?

The little girl's mother picked up the child, embarrassed to give Song Ci a cramped smile, "This child is too skinny, I'm sorry." After that, she hurriedly hugged her shameful daughter and ran away.

The little girl lay on her mother's shoulders and silently accused Song Ci of being mean and treacherous with tears in her eyes.

Song Ci hummed proudly.

Han Zhan asked quietly, "Do I look scary?"

Song Ci leaned on Han Zhan, she said, "Han Ge is not scary, Han Ge is reliable." It also rhymed.

Han Zhan asked melancholy again, "I look like the youngest, and I'm a generation older than you?" The sales lady who once sold him health tea said that if you drink health tea regularly, you will be ten years younger.

In the past two years, the health tea has been drunk for nothing.

Sales mouth, deceive ghost!

Song Ci hurriedly said, "Where and where, Brother Han will always be eighteen years old."

Han Zhan could no longer believe Song Ci's words. Her words are more hypocritical than sales words.

Staring down at Song Ci's small skirt, his eyes fell on her snow-white skin, and Han Zhan asked in a low voice, "Why are you dressed like this?" clothes. In Song Ci's clothes, the shoulders are exposed, so it is not serious clothes at first glance.

Song Ci could hear the dissatisfaction in Han Zhan's tone, she let go of Han Zhan, stood in front of Han Zhan, put her hands behind her back, and said, "I'm going on a date tonight, so it looks good."

Han Zhan frowned slightly, "Oh, with whom? You can't fish for a wild man behind my back on the first day of marriage."

Song Ci stretched out his right hand to Han Zhan. "Han Zhan, do you have an appointment?"

Looking at the clean and slender hand of the young girl, Han Zhan's frowning brows visibly stretched out. He reluctantly handed his left hand to Song Ci, and said, "I don't like you dressed like this outside."

Song Ci accurately understood what he meant, "Is it fine at home?" Song Ci smiled playfully and teased Han Zhan: "They said that men like that kind of clothes, and they put on clothes that are knowledgeable and gentle, gentle and virtuous, and take off their clothes for thirty-six kinds. A woman who is proficient in every posture. Does Brother Han agree with this?"

These words are full of pitfalls, and it is really stupid that Han Zhan can answer. He changed the subject bluntly, "The sun is shining outside, get in the car."

Song Ci raised her eyebrows, "Okay, get in the car." Obviously it is a means of transportation, but Song Ci can say another meaning of 'car', which is also a talent.

Han Zhan took Song Ci into his own car. He drove out of Wolong Tower, waited for the car to land, and drove towards the most prosperous Sanshengqiao District in Wangdong City. After merging into the traffic, Han Zhan asked Song Ci, "How do you know I'm on the Wolong Tower side?"

Song Ci pretended to be mysterious, "I am a little fairy who knows everything and knows all the secrets of your mortal world."

Han Zhan: "Really?" Han Zhan doubts this.

Song Ci said coldly, "Of course it's true."

"Then I have to test you."

"Any test."

Han Zhan: "How many strands of hair do I have?"

Song Ci's eyes widened, is this a human problem?

Seeing that Song Ci was speechless, Han Zhan let out a pleasant laugh, "Look, there are times when the little fairy doesn't know anything."

Song Ci was puzzled, she pouted, feeling a little depressed.

Han Zhan thought Song Ci was sleepy, so he warned: "There is a thin blanket behind, remember to cover it if you want to sleep."

"I'm not sleepy." Song Ci shook her head and sat up straight before she said, "Not only do I know that Phaeton is your industry, I also know that Shenghui Technology, Jetta Hotel Chain, and Dongying Real Estate are all in the end. in your hands."

Han Zhan raised his eyebrows with a hint of surprise in his eyes, but did not deny what she said.

Song Ci pretended to sigh again: "Hey, marrying a rich husband, what should I do to hold his heart tightly?"

Han Zhan said ruthlessly: "If you want to grab a person's heart, you must grab his stomach. Your culinary skills are delusional."

Song Ci laughed angrily. "Then find someone who is good at cooking." With a pair of slender legs folded, Song Ci said boldly: "If you are good at cooking, there is no one who looks better than me. There is no one who looks better than me. more attractive than me."

Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci's long legs, but he didn't refute.

Song Ci found that Han Zhan was peeking at her legs, she straightened her waist pretending to be inadvertent, and sat on her side. Her enchanting body curves made people feel itchy at first glance.

Song Ci was showing off, when Han Zhan suddenly picked up the thin quilt from the back and threw it on her, covering his legs. "Don't be rude, either sleep or shut up." Han Zhan was expressionless.

Song Ci pinched the thin quilt and grinned at him.

There are many cars in Sanshengqiao District. Han Zhan drove the car to the underground parking garage of a shopping building and put it away, and then took Song Ci upstairs in the elevator. Standing in the lobby on the first floor of the shopping building, Han Zhan stared at the counters of various brand-name skin care products, lowered his head and asked Song Ci, "What would you like to eat at night?"

Han Zhan rarely goes out to eat in private, and he doesn't know much about restaurants near Sansheng Bridge.

But Song Ci used to be a frequent visitor here. She knew of a French restaurant with a high reputation. The overall strength of that restaurant was in the top ten of the best restaurants in Asia. Anywhere is good, just a little expensive.

Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Can you accept a dinner for two at 3,220?" Song Ci ordered a set meal for two, priced at 3,220. Thinking of Han Zhan's diligent and frugal housekeeping style, Song Ci is not sure if he is willing to spend money there.

When Han Zhan heard this, he was stunned for a moment. After he figured out why Song Ci asked this, his expression rarely became serious, and he told Song Ci: "Song Ci, you don't have to accommodate me. Remember, you are you first, then my wife, be yourself. That's the most important thing."

Song Ci heaved a sigh of relief. "Then let's go to Shenxiang for dinner tonight."

Han Zhan had no objection. He had been to that restaurant before, with a friend. He remembered that the store, the environment, the taste and the service were the best.

Song Ci looked at his watch, the current time was less than five o'clock. "I made a reservation for a table at six o'clock in the evening. It's not yet five o'clock. Let's go to the pedestrian street first?" Song Ci hasn't been here for a long time, and the money in Kari seems to have grown legs and wants to run.

"Row."

At this time, the giant screen of the tallest building on the pedestrian street was playing a concert promotional video of a female singer. Song Ci stopped with many people and looked up at the woman in the video.

In the video, a curvaceous woman wearing a long silver dress is standing on the deck of a cruise ship. The sea breeze blows her charming wavy hair, the sun shines on her face, and the scenery is beautiful and beautiful.

The woman holds a diamond microphone and sings softly. With the wind, her singing drifted into everyone's ears, and the voice was extremely penetrating. When she whispered, it was like sitting alone on a reef in the middle of the night and singing. It made one's bones numb.

——On November 2, Du Xueyan's concert at Dongcheng Station, see you!

In the past few days, everyone is not allowed to raise Wen, whoever raises Wen will be beaten by Uncle Han~

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