Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci was stunned for a moment.

Give it all to him?

What do you eat then?

Song Ci still pushed everything in front of Han Zhan. Seeing that Han Zhan really picked up the chopsticks and ate it in a big mouth, she didn't look like she wanted to share some of it with her. Song Ci was really aggrieved, sad, and thoughtful. cry.

I don't know why I feel so aggrieved.

Sitting on her stool, she lowered her head and said, "Actually, I haven't eaten, can you give me a share?"

When Han Zhan heard this, his reaction was very cold, "No, I can't even get enough to eat."

Song Ci raised his head, his eyes were red. "Han Zhan, you made me cry when you said I was your baby on the bed. What's wrong with letting you give me a piece of purple potato? You're still not human!"

Song Ci really cried as she watched Han Zhan stretch out his hand to the remaining half of the purple potato.

She felt bullied. No father or mother, my sister is unconscious, my adoptive father and sister are always thinking of asking for her heart, and they even snatch food from her when they find a man! Song Ci felt that her life experience was really miserable, even worse than the heroine in the TV series.

Han Zhan finally threw the half purple potato to Song Ci. Song Ci got angry, wiped away her tears, and yelled at Han Zhan: "No!"

Han Zhan knew that she was angry, not only did he not coax her, but his face darkened.

Seeing this, Song Ci laughed angrily. "You've eaten up everything, and you can't tell me about you? You're still showing your face!" At this moment, Song Ci just wanted a divorce.

Han Zhan suddenly opened his mouth and said in a deep voice: "When I left, the ingredients in the refrigerator were only enough for you for four days. During these seven days, you only ate three days' worth of ingredients. Song Ci, that's how you take care of yourself. ?"

Song Ci was taken aback.

She didn't expect Han Zhan to be angry about this.

Song Ci often locks herself in her room to compose music these days. She tends to forget the time when she works hard. Only when she is very hungry will she cook something to deal with it. So she only had enough food for three days, and she ate it for seven days.

Before going to bed yesterday, she thought about going to the supermarket to buy things this morning, but she woke up a little late this morning, so she went directly to the airport to pick up Han Zhan. It rained heavily on the way back, so I forgot to purchase this crop.

Realizing that Han Zhan was angry that he didn't take good care of his body, Song Ci justified the loss and kept his head down. His appearance of doing something wrong was pitiful.

Han Zhan looked at Song Ci bowing his head and admitting his mistake, his heart was as hard as iron. He said, "When I opened the refrigerator to prepare for cooking, I saw it was empty, and I guessed that you must not have eaten well these days. I was really angry at the time."

"Song Ci, you're 22 years old, not two years old. You're already an adult, not a baby." He wanted to say, not to be useless to this point, but he felt that it was too heavy and couldn't bear to say it.

Song Ci wiped his eyes, grabbed the half of the purple potato, and ate it. While nibbling, he said, "I've been composing music these days, and I forgot to go to the supermarket to buy it. But I promise that I will never make such a mistake again in the future."

"What I want is your guarantee?" Han Zhan felt helpless. He stared at Song Ci's obviously thinner body and sighed, "What I want is a healthy Song Ci."

"Have a full meal and be hungry, and your body will get sick." Han Zhan took a deep look at Song Ci and said, "Song Ci, you are no longer alone, you are my wife, and you will be a child in the future. Mother. If you can't even take care of your own life, how will you take care of our children in the future?"

Han Zhan's tone has become domineering and strong, "If you really want to live with me for the rest of your life, please take care of yourself. Only when you are healthy can you talk about growing old together."

Song Ci was silent for a while, and was very moved.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Song Ci rubbed her eyes and planned to open the door, but Han Zhan said, "You're wearing a nightdress, I'll go." Song Ci looked down at her nightdress, which was indeed too short to be seen.

After a while, Han Zhan came in with takeout. Seeing the takeaway, Song Ci's expression was particularly complicated. "Brother Han, you ordered takeout."

Han Zhan put the takeaway in front of her and asked her, "Otherwise I'll make you hungry? Who will pay if I lose my daughter-in-law?"

Song Ci broke into a smile again. "Brother Han, you're so nice." He's a little old when he's old, but he's handsome and kind.

Song Ci was really hungry, so he opened the takeout and started eating.

Han Zhan looked at her eating and said, "Let's find a reliable cooking aunt here." Glancing at Song Ci's thin arm, Han Zhan said with disgust, "You're too thin, I don't even care. Dare to squeeze hard."

Song Ci didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Don't pinch it." She thought for a while, and said, "I don't want to look for it first. I don't really like having strangers at home. When I get pregnant and have a baby in the future, let's find someone who knows the basics to take care of it."

Han Zhan thought about it seriously and agreed.

The food Song Ci couldn't finish was given to Han Zhan again. After eating, and learning that Han Zhan had no work to deal with, Song Ci took out the two songs she had written these days and showed it to Han Zhan.

She talked about her inspiration when she wrote the score, and wanted Han Zhan to praise her as a genius, but Han Zhan was not interested. This is not because Song Ci's works are poor, but mainly because Han Zhan is completely ignorant of rhythm. Han Zhan couldn't understand the two scores in Song Ci's hands, so naturally he couldn't be interested.

As he talked, he found that Han Zhan's eyes were fixed on a certain piece, obviously erratic. Knowing that Han Zhan was distracted, Song Ci said tentatively, "Brother Han, can't you read the music score?"

Han Zhan was rarely embarrassed. He nodded honestly, "I haven't learned it." Not only did Han Zhan never learn music, he didn't even know how to sing many songs, but he learned a few songs when he was a soldier before. Such as "March of the Volunteers", "Green Flowers in the Army", "My Old Squad Leader"

In pop music, Han Zhan can only sing the song "Like You" by Li Yuchun.

Hearing what Han Zhan said, Song Ci thought it was very rare. However, when I thought about it, Father Han had been in the army all his life. He was a man of iron and blood, and Han Zhan, who was brought up by him, didn't understand the rhythm, but it was understandable.

Song Ci asked Han Zhan curiously, "Then what did you learn outside of class when you were a child?"

Han Zhan said: "Calligraphy, Go, shooting."

Song Ci gave Han Zhan a thumbs up, "As expected of a man who has played with guns since he was a child, Brother Han is amazing."

Han Zhan was amused by her exaggerated praise.

Song Ci said again: "Then let me hum for you?"

"it is good."

Sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, Song Ci closed her eyes and gently hummed her own tune. Behind her are high-rise buildings and thousands of lights. Han Zhan stared at Song Ci and had a panoramic view of her appearance and the lights behind her.

Because of her, in this city, there is finally a light for him.