Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

In the morning, Han Zhan went to play golf with some big guys. When it was time for lunch, Han Zhan went home early on the grounds that he was going on a business trip, and had lunch with Song Ci.

Song Ci had already helped him pack his luggage in the morning, and there were two large suitcases. She is very good at organizing luggage. The work suit and the banquet suit are separated, and the cufflinks, collar pins, and watch ties are also matched.

Looking at the packed suitcase, Han Zhan felt reluctant for the first time. Seeing Han Zhan staring at the suitcase, Song Ci frowned and didn't speak. She couldn't help but remind Han Zhan, "Brother Han, you should go to the airport now. If you don't leave, the flight may be delayed."

This business trip has to travel to many countries, and the procedures for applying for approval of foreign air routes for private jets are cumbersome. In order to save costs and time, Han Zhan will take a Zeus Airlines civil flight with his colleagues this time.

If you miss the time, you can only wait for the next trip.

Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci, and suddenly said, "Do you want it?" He just opened his mouth, and Han Zhan was silent again. Will it be too sticky to take my wife on a business trip?

Song Ci: "Huh?" Song Ci's eyes brightened slightly. She asked Han Zhan, "Did you want to ask me if you want to bring a gift back?"

Han Zhan: "Well."

Song Ci shrugged, "I don't lack anything, but I like everything from Brother Han."

Han Zhan: "Okay."

Thinking of what happened over Li Li's side, Han Zhan told Song Ci: "By the way, Li Li's mother will have an operation tomorrow morning. It's a uterine fibroids, and she needs to remove the uterus."

Hearing this, Song Ci hurriedly said, "Well, I'll go to the hospital for you tomorrow, and I'll accompany Li Li to watch Auntie, and wait for Auntie to wake up."

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

Han Zhan always felt that there was something he forgot to mention. He stared at Song Ci's face, and the two remained silent. After a long while, Han Zhan said, "Don't steal ice cream, don't drink ice water, drink more warm water, and blow dry your hair before going to bed at night."

Song Ci just rolled her eyes and suggested sincerely, "Brother Han, do you worry about me so much? Do you want to cast me a spell to turn me into a keychain pendant and hang me on your trousers wherever you go? ."

Han Zhan smiled.

He closed his mouth directly, thought for a while, and then reached out and touched the end of Song Ci's eyes, his movements were very gentle. "I meant to say, I really miss you."

Song Ci, who was still articulate and articulate just now, suddenly felt a little embarrassed. "Well, I-I can't bear it either." But immediately, a smile appeared on Song Ci's face, she clenched her fists at Han Zhan, and encouraged: "Come on, work, make more money, and make enough milk powder for your children to be diapers. money."

Han Zhan's heart is infinitely melancholy, she doesn't love me, she only loves my handsome skin and my ability to make money

Han Zhan finally went to the airport alone. �€�

After sending Han Zhan away, Song Ci asked Long Yu to drive her back to Mu's house.

The current relationship between Song Ci and the Mu family is very awkward. She is nominally the adopted daughter of the Mu family, but Mu Mian has actually kicked Song Ci out of the family. Song Ci calculated an account. In the past eight years, the Mu family paid five or six million in order to cultivate her. Including Song Fei's medical expenses, the total must be 15 million.

Song Ci was thinking about making some money as soon as possible, and returning the money the Mu family had spent on their sisters over the years as soon as possible. Only after returning the money to the Mu family can Song Ci have a clear conscience.

Hearing that Song Ci was here, Mu Qiu, who was packing things in his room, asked Aunt Zhang to directly notify Song Ci to come upstairs.

Song Ci came to the second floor and knocked on Mu Qiu's room.

"Come in, sister." Mu Qiu's voice sounded very pleasant, with a sense of lightness.

Song Ci pushed open the door and glanced inside the room. The layout of Mu Qiu's room is similar to Song Ci's room, but the wall coverings in the room are light blue, which looks quiet and elegant. Mu Qiu changed clothes in the cloakroom, and Song Ci waited for a while before seeing her come out.

Seeing Mu Qiu's outfit, Song Ci felt a little discordant. Mu Qiu wore a motorcycle-inspired white T-shirt, a pair of tight-fitting denim shorts, and her long hair was tied into a high ponytail. Carrying a pair of lace-up Roman sandals in her hand, she smiled mischievously and asked Song Ci, "Do these shoes match this outfit?"

Mu Qiu usually dresses very ladylike and well-behaved. Song Ci was the first to see such a cool style on her.

"It's more appropriate to change to a pair of sneakers."

"Listen to you." Mu Qiu turned his head into the cloakroom, and after a while, stepped on a pair of flat canvas sneakers and walked out.

Sitting on her bed, Song Ci noticed that there was a piece of white A4 paper on the bedside table, with the words "bucket list" written on the top of the paper. Song Ci asked Mu Qiu, "Can I see this thing?"

Mu Qiu pressed the paper on Song Ci's chest and said, "This is my bucket list, I will share it with you."

He was suddenly slapped on the chest, thinking of some unpleasant memory, Song Ci's body stiffened slightly. She slowly lowered her head and looked at the hand holding the bucket list in front of her chest, as if she had returned to the scene before her death in the last life. On that day, the 30-year-old Mu Qiu was like now, gently pressing Song Ci's chest and asking Song Ci innocently if he could give her his heart.

Song Ci felt chills all over, her muscles gradually tightened, and the smile on her face couldn't hold back.

Seeing that Song Ci's expression was wrong, Mu Qiu thought that Song Ci was feeling sorry for her condition, so she comforted Song Ci in turn: "Don't put on such an expression, I'm not dead yet, besides, death isn't that scary."

Song Ci hummed, and then opened the bucket list, and saw that it said—

list of last wish:

1. Ride a locomotive once;

2. Attend a funeral;

3. Helping five poor children to study;

Four, with a person, tell the truth;

5. Meet my idol Du Xueyan;

6. Choose a suitable cemetery for yourself;

Seven, wear a wedding dress, take a person's wedding photos;

8. Sleep with a handsome single man.

Song Ci was confused and puzzled after reading this bucket list. Judging from this bucket list, Mu Qiu's heart is pure and good, so what is it that makes Mu Qiu become that evil person?

Mu Qiu picked up the black and red helmet on the bedside table, picked up the small schoolbag and asked Song Ci, "Sister, do you want to ride a motorcycle with me?"

Song Ci returned the bucket list to Mu Qiu and nodded. "it is good."

Mu Qiu borrowed a cool motorcycle from a friend, and found an abandoned old road to learn how to drive. Mu Qiu only learned locomotives from a friend for an hour. After mastering the basics and balance, he started to use it himself. Fortunately, the road was smooth and there were no sharp turns, so Mu Qiu drove quite happily.

I had been eating dinner with Mu Qiu all day, and Song Ci returned home.

The next day, Li's mother had an operation, and Song Ci arrived at the hospital just after seven o'clock. At 8:40, Song Ci and Li Li escorted Li's mother into the operating room together. At the door of the operating room, Li's mother tightly held Li Li's hand and gave Li Li a deep look.

People have a natural fear of surgery. Mother Li was afraid that she would never be able to open her eyes again when she entered, so she wanted to keep the child's face in her mind.

Li Li didn't understand his mother's fear, he stroked his mother's pale hair, and choked up, "I'll wait for you to come out, Mom."

Only then did Mother Li let go and was pushed into the operating room by the nurse.