Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Thinking of something, Song Ci checked both the violin and the recording microphone. Sure enough, everything had the word 'porcelain' on it.

Song Ci stroked the strings on the violin, and his heart was warm.

She tuned the violin and couldn't help but play a song at will.

It was a light tune.

When Song Ci finished pulling, he looked up and saw that Han Zhan had already finished bathing, leaning on the piano, drinking tea with a glass in his hand. The tea cup is made of fat sea.

Nursing boss.

Holding the violin, Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Did you spend a lot of money?" Song Ci knew that this royal blue piano was a limited edition specially customized by Steinway \u0026 Sons to commemorate the 20th anniversary of the Steinway Family Boston Piano. There are only 20 in the world.

This is not a piano, this is a work of art.

It's certainly not cheap to get this piano.

Han Zhan said, "Reciprocity, this is my wedding gift for you." She gave him a tie, and he gave her a set of top-notch musical instruments.

"Then I can make a lot of money." Song Ci did not reject Han Zhan's wishes, she accepted the gift.

"Hey." Song Ci suddenly sighed.

"What sigh?" Han Zhan asked her.

Song Ci was a little unwilling, "I really want to show off my wealth, but I'm afraid of revealing your identity."

Han Zhan reached out and rubbed her head. "Don't try the piano?"

Song Ci regained her energy immediately. She hung the violin on the wall, walked to the piano, sat down, and said to Han Zhan, "Come on Brother Han, I'll play, you sing."

Han Zhan sat down, his expression a little silent.

Song Ci asked him, "What song will you sing?"

Han Zhan hesitated: "March of the Volunteer Army."

Song Ci's expression was stunned, then she smiled brightly, and said doglegly: "The national anthem is good, the national anthem is inspiring."

So Song Ci played the march of the Volunteer Army, and Han Zhan sang sonorously in his throat just like singing in the army.

After playing the tune, Song Ci suddenly shook the phone and said to Han Zhan, "I recorded it."

"Give it to me." Han Zhan wanted to grab the phone, but Song Ci was willing to return it. She got up quickly, without slippers, and strode to the sofa to sit down.

Song Ci hurriedly opened Weibo and said while uploading: "It will be the National Day in a while. We will sing the national anthem in advance to wish the motherland prosperity and prosperity, and the prosperity of the country and the people."

Han Zhan followed, and after hearing this, he stopped grabbing her phone, turned around and walked back to the sofa to sit down.

Song Ci posted on Weibo, "It's done."

Under Song Ci's Weibo, the comments of fans are very interesting. Some people praise Han Zhan as a straight man, and some people praise him for his good voice.

"Brother Han, some people say that you are a male god and suitable to be an anchor."

Not hearing Han Zhan's answer, Song Ci put down the phone and turned to stare at Han Zhan. Han Zhan sat on the sofa, eating the dried sweet potatoes sent to him by his grandfather, while watching the international news on TV.

While swallowing, his Adam's apple kept rolling up and down.

Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's sexy collarbone, thinking of the deep, magnetic satisfied sigh from his mouth yesterday afternoon when his throat twitched on top of her head, he couldn't help but swallow.

Thinking about something too exciting, Song Ci suddenly got up and walked towards the kitchen with a quick pace.

Han Zhan looked away from the TV, followed Song Ci's back to the kitchen, and saw her pouring a glass of ice water, his face suddenly sank.

Abandoning the dried sweet potatoes, Han Zhan got up and walked to the kitchen, and took the ice water from Song Ci's hand. "How many times have I said, drink less ice water." He poured the ice water into the pool.

With his palm empty, Song Ci turned around helplessly. She stared at the empty glass in Han Zhan's hand with a complicated expression, "I'm a little hot."

Han Zhan: "24 degrees, why are you hot." Is it easy to fool him when he is a fool?

Song Ci can't tell Han Zhan, I see you, think of something, and feel hot all over.

Staring at Han Zhan, Song Ci scolded in a low voice, "It's not all your fault!" Stomping her feet, Song Ci ran upstairs angrily. Sure enough, he is an old man, and he can only be hot in his body, not in his heart?

Staring at Song Ci's twisted buttocks, Han Zhan was at a loss. Why do you blame him? Not knowing where he provokes Song Ci, Han Zhan followed upstairs and wanted to ask.

Song Ci was already taking a shower, and there was a neck brace she temporarily removed in the corner of the bed. Song Ci had just turned on the shower, and the heat had not yet dissipated. Han Zhan could see Song Ci's every move inside the translucent glass wall.

He turned his back and waited silently.

Song Ci took this bath very quickly. After taking a bath, she only came out wrapped in a towel. Opening the door, Song Ci was shocked when he saw Han Zhan suddenly. She patted her chest and asked angrily, "What are you doing here?"

Han Zhan turned around and asked humbly, "Are you angry?"

Song Ci: "No."

Han Zhan: "But your expression tells me that you are angry."

Song Ci simply broke the jar and threw it. She said, "Yeah, I'm angry. I received the gift you gave me, and I was so excited. I saw you sitting beside me with a well-dressed look, and I was so excited. I just want to sleep with you."

"I blame you. I blame you for being a charming man, but you don't know it!" Song Ci took off the towel wrapped in wet hair and threw it into the arms of Han Zhan, who had a surprised expression, and asked him angrily, "Hear me? Are you satisfied with my explanation?"

Song Ci held his breath and spoke for a long time. After speaking, he panted a little hard, and his collarbone and neck moved along with it. And because of shame, his cheeks were flushed, like a chubby little pufferfish.

Han Zhan squeezed the wet headscarf and suddenly realized, "Oh, so you don't want ice water, it's me."

Han Zhan summed it up very accurately.

Song Ci: "You were the representative of the Chinese class when you were studying? That's how you can summarize." Her cheeks became even hotter, she simply ignored Han Zhan, and went over to get a neck brace.

When passing by, Han Zhan grabbed Song Ci's hand.

Song Ci stared, "What are you doing?"

Han Zhan looked down at her with a calm expression, but he said, "To be honest, I thought about it when you played the piano before. I was afraid that you would think I was a pervert, so I didn't mention it."

When he saw the real sapphire blue piano, he was thinking, what kind of soul-stirring picture would the fair-skinned Song Ci lie on it. Just thinking about it like that, Han Zhan didn't want to be a human anymore.

Just want to be a beast.

Song Ci was slightly startled.

She stared at Han Zhan's pretending to be calm, and after a moment of silence, she said with a sneer, "Sure enough, she is a pervert." Feeling that she was not relieved enough, she added another shot: "Old pervert."

Perversion is really perverted, and old is really old.

Being attacked again, Han Zhan felt helpless. He picked up the neck brace and put it on Song Ci himself. Song Ci stood obediently and cooperated with him, not stubborn. She recalled what she had scolded Han Zhan just now, and the more she thought about it, the more wrong she became.

Han Zhan is an old pervert, so what is she?

Song Ci was a little embarrassed.

Putting on the neck brace, Han Zhan did not withdraw his hand. His left hand gently stroked the edge of Song Ci's collarbone. Song Ci's neck is actually very beautiful, with beautiful lines, and the gap between the collarbone and the neck is very sexy when looking up. Han Zhan has never left his mark in that place.

Han Zhan suddenly asked Song Ci, "When can I take off the neck brace?"

Q: What do you do with the neck brace?