Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Yan Jiang shook his head and said, "I went to see it two years ago, and it didn't work."

Looking at Song Fei's sleeping face tenderly, Yan Jiang said to Song Ci as if talking to himself: "I sometimes stare at her, and there is always the illusion that she will open her eyes to look at me in the next second. Song Song, you will have Do you feel that way?"

Song Ci looked at Song Fei's cheeks that were as fair and rosy as a healthy girl, she gave a wry smile and bitterness in her mouth. "Why not? Every day for so many years, I think that my sister will wake up tomorrow. I have looked forward to it more than 2,000 times, and I have also been disappointed more than 2,000 times."

Holding Song Fei's hand, Song Ci pressed her cheek against Song Fei's palm, she rubbed it, full of attachment and coquetry. "Ajiang, it's cruel to wait for a sleeping person to wake up. While she gave you expectations, she also gave you disappointment. Repeatedly, sooner or later, people will collapse."

Song Ci glanced at Yan Jiang before saying anything, and wanted to tell him not to have too much hope.

Yan Jiang smiled. "I think it's pretty good, even if I've been disappointed thousands of times, but hope is always there." He smiled at Song Ci indifferently, and there was a kind of perseverance in Song Ci's heart. "I'll wait for her to wake up, I haven't confessed to her yet."

Song Ci didn't know how to answer. "You are stubborn!"

After staying at Yan Jiang's place until it was dark, Song Ci got up and left. She went home on the front foot, and Han Zhan came back on the hind foot. Song Ci heard the sound of the door opening behind her, and she turned back in astonishment.

Song Ci was somewhat surprised when he saw Han Zhan who was getting off work with a briefcase. "Brother Han, won't you work overtime tonight?"

"No." Han Zhan approached Song Ci and smelled a faint scent of men's perfume on her body. Thinking of the news about Song Ci and Yan Jiang being photographed secretly on his mobile phone in the afternoon, Han Zhan felt a little depressed. "Did you go to see Yan Jiang this afternoon?"

"How do you know?" Song Ci looked at Han Zhan suspiciously and guessed, "Brother Long gave you a small report?"

Han Zhan shook his head. "not him."

He poured himself a large glass of water, and after drinking it, he put down the glass heavily, and then Han Zhan said, "A reporter took a photo of you and Yan Jiang going in and out of his house." Han Zhan remembered the man Yan Jiang You Shen, at Song Ci's birthday banquet, the two of them showed unusual intimacy.

Han Zhan turned to look at Song Ci, but saw Song Ci pouting and complaining: "These paparazzi love to take pictures so secretly, why don't they see them taking pictures of us?"

Hearing her muttering, Han Zhan's depressed mood suddenly improved. "What's your relationship with Yan Jiang?" As Song Ci's legal husband, Han Zhan has the right to ask this question.

Song Ci didn't hide it from Han Zhan, and told him frankly, "When we were young, we were neighbors."

Still neighbors, childhood sweethearts, well-matched in age and appearance

Han Zhan didn't seem to react much, but poured himself another glass of water, still ice water.

"The relationship is very good?" The ice was underwater, still angry.

Song Ci nodded, "That's right. Ajiang is four years older than me. He was always bullied when he was a child, so he has a quiet personality and a little low self-esteem. At that time, in our entire community, I was the only one who would play with him."

Han Zhan said, "Then you are very special to him."

Song Ci didn't hear the sour taste in Han Zhan's words, she stood in the living room and shook her head, "What's special, I never saw him like me. He likes my sister, I really can't tell, such a timid boy, How dare you like my sister."

Han Zhan was a little surprised, and his tone became lighter, "Yan Jiang likes Song Fei?"

"Yeah." Seeing that Han Zhan was rarely interested in the people around her, Song Ci walked over to stand next to Han Zhan, and she told Han Zhan, "In the earthquake eight years ago, Yan Jiang did not eat or drink for three days. Race against time to get my sister out."

"In the last life, until I died, Yan Jiang still didn't forget my sister. I went to his house today to see my sister. Yan Jiang, don't look at the face with a big radish, but it's rare. Infatuated."

Han Zhan smiled and said, "It's good." There's nothing wrong with the infatuation.

"Yeah, you think Yan Jiang is pretty good too."

"Um."

Song Ci looked at Han Zhan's empty cup and couldn't help asking, "Are you so thirsty? I saw you drink two glasses of water." Touching Han Zhan's cup, she found it was cold. "The ice water you just drank?"

"Not thirsty." Not only was he not thirsty, but his stomach had to be filled with two glasses of ice water.

Hearing this, Song Ci's expression was a little weird. Where did her health-conscious brother Han go? "Don't drink your wolfberry health tea?"

What kind of health tea to drink, drink vinegar is too much. Han Zhan looked at Song Ci with a complicated expression. After a long time, he shook his head and said, "You are indeed a trouble."

Song Ci was a little confused, what did she do wrong?

"What's for dinner?" Song Ci rolled up her sleeves and looked ready to cook.

Han Zhan: "Let's take out."

Song Ci said, "Let's do it together." Her brother Han's way of cooking is so sexy and charming.

"No, I still have work to do, so take out food to save time." After Han Zhan finished speaking, he heard Song Ci ask, "I still have work? Then what are you doing after get off work so early?"

Han Zhan was suspiciously silent for a moment.

Song Ci looked at his more handsome face after being silent, and realizing something, the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably. "I said Brother Han, didn't you see the news and came back on purpose?"

Han Zhan didn't say a word with a stern face, and walked directly across Song Ci to the living room, carrying the computer upstairs.

Song Ci stood where she was and shook her head and laughed.

This stuffy, even jealous.

At the end of the dinner, Song Ci made it. She felt that the takeout was too greasy, and she was afraid of growing meat.

"Brother Han, eat!"

Hearing Song Ci calling to eat, Han Zhan thought that Song Ci made another diet meal. He came downstairs with a tangled face, and was quite surprised to see the three dishes and one soup on the table.

Song Ci made a seaweed, shrimp, rice and egg drop soup, a plate of steamed prawns, a plate of sliced ​​celery, and a plate of broccoli. Han Zhan is a man who likes to eat meat. This kind of dish seems a little bland to him, but his little wife is afraid of getting fat, so she is willing to fry him with meat, which is already a big love.

Song Ci said to him, "I don't know what you like to eat, so just make some."

Han Zhan said, "I like them all."

It was the first time a woman had cooked for him.

Song Ci smiled.

Song porcelain's cooking skills are really average, the taste is light, and it is not unpleasant. Han Zhan ate three bowls of rice, put down his chopsticks, and was about to clean up the dishes when he heard Song Ci say, "You clean up first, and come find me upstairs when you're done."

Han Zhan folded the bowls together, held the bowl and chopsticks, and asked without raising his head, "What are you going to do?"

"I'll find out later." Song Ci turned around and ran upstairs.

Han Zhan cleaned up the table, threw the cutlery pots and pans into the dishwasher, and cleaned the stove before taking off his gloves and going upstairs. Han Zhan found Song Ci in his study. Song Ci had a piece of paper in his hand and didn't know what he was doing.

Han Zhan stood quietly at the door, looking at the scene in front of him.

The tall and slender Song Ci was wearing a dress, sitting cross-legged on his pure black leather chair, looking very white and small. Han Zhan's heart suddenly became hot, and he liked Song Ci's appearance in his territory.

Tomorrow night I will take you to the Harmony number~