Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci raised her head and waved to Han Zhan, saying, "Brother Han, come quickly."

Han Zhan strode in. "What are you doing?" Han Zhan stood behind Song Ci with his hands on the armrests of the chair, looking down at her every move.

Song Ci looked up at him, smiling brightly, with a layer of starlight in her eyes, she spoke with her lips open and closed, her teeth white. "I made a table here, you write it down for me."

Han Zhan's eyes stayed on her red lips for a few more seconds before he took the piece of paper and looked down.

It says--

Brother Han's favorite record:

Favorite food:

Disliked food:

hobby:

Dislikes:

Han Zhan asked, "Must be written?" He had never written this, even when he was graduating from high school when he wrote his alumni records, he had never written it in such detail.

"Yes." Song Ci said, "We are husband and wife, and I always want to get to know you."

It is true.

Han Zhan put the paper on the table, and because of his height, he could write by bending over slightly. As for Song Ci, even the person with the chair was surrounded by Han Zhan in his arms. She lowered her head slightly, and her head was pressed against Han Zhan's chest. Song Ci felt a little uncomfortable at such a close distance.

But Han Zhan's expression was calm, and the tip of the pen swam on the paper, writing down characters one after another. Song Ci felt Han Zhan's powerful heartbeat coming from the top of her head, and her heartbeat also became disordered and irregular.

Song Ci tried her best to focus on the paper, but Han Zhan's presence was too strong for her to ignore him at all. She could smell the cold breath on Han Zhan's body, and she could kiss Han Zhan's collarbone inside the two buttons when she raised her head slightly.

Song Ci grabbed the chair with her fingers and was about to move.

Han Zhan didn't know how chaotic Song Ci's mind was. He wrote word by word on the paper—

Favorite food: meat, stinky tofu, coriander, Chinese toon, steamed eggs, sauce hoof

Disliked food: mustard, bitter gourd, Japanese food.

Hobbies: Shooting, horse riding, racing, bamboo weaving

Dislikes: Wasting food

The word 'object' for 'wasting food' had just been written, when suddenly, a breath of hot air blew onto his face. Han Zhan's eyes moved slightly, he lowered his head and glanced at Song Ci in warning, and said, "Don't be skinny."

"Brother Han, can you bring forward what you're going to do tomorrow night to tonight?" Song Ci, who had been silent for a while, smashed Han Zhan into the air.

click!

The nib of the pen was forcefully snapped on the A4 paper.

Han Zhan's Adam's apple is big and sexy, and it is the toughest shield in front of his throat. At this moment, the shield rolled up and down involuntarily. It was not protecting the master's throat. It was the iron gate of a prison, where the most ferocious beasts were kept.

Song Ci knew what Han Zhan was worried about. She gently grabbed Han Zhan's neckline with her right hand and said with a blushing face, "We are already husband and wife."

"Don't regret it?" Han Zhan pressed the tip of his nose against Song Ci's forehead, his restrained voice still unable to hide his desire.

Song Ci breathed lightly, but nodded firmly, "I don't regret it."

After the sound fell, Han Zhan let go of his left hand, and the pen holder fell on the table. Song Ci rose up into the air and was taken into his arms by Han Zhan, and returned to the room. As the door was locked with a click, Song Ci had nowhere to go. �€�

At half past twelve, Song Ci was finally let go by Han Zhan. Her eyes were reddish, wrapped in a thin quilt, lying weakly on the sofa. The body is not comfortable, not because of the pain, but because of the uncomfortable feeling that something is missing in the body.

Song Ci couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Han Zhan is changing the sheets. He had already taken a shower, and there were a few scratches left by the girl's fingernails on his already scarred back.

After laying down the sheets, Han Zhan turned around. His muscles didn't look burly, but he was full of a strong sense of strength. Song Ci was still looking at him, his eyes were straight, generous and not hypocritical.

This is her husband, look without committing a crime. Han Zhan didn't mind being looked at by Song Ci like this. He tightened the towel around his waist and walked over to ask Song Ci, "Are you going to sleep?"

Song Ci: "I'm so tired." After saying that, Song Ci suddenly closed her mouth. Is this still her voice? Dry and hoarse.

Han Zhan thoughtfully picked Song Ci off the sofa, put it on the bed, turned and left the room, not knowing what to do.

Song Ci was sweating, and her short hair was soft against the neck brace. Being placed on the bed, her eyelids were heavy, and she wanted to sleep.

At this time, Han Zhan came back, holding a transparent glass in which was mixed honey water. Han Zhan patted Song Ci's cheek, Song Ci woke up, dragged his head by Han Zhan and fed him a few mouthfuls of honey water.

The throat seems to be really comfortable.

Han Zhan put down the cup, then took off the bath towel and changed into pajamas. Song Ci thought of something, and suddenly opened her eyelids and glanced at the clock on the wall. When she saw that the hour hand had passed twelve o'clock, she laughed inexplicably.

Han Zhan looked at her suspiciously, "What are you laughing at?"

Song Ci pointed to the clock on the wall, and she said intriguingly, "It took four hours from foreplay to the end of washing up."

Han Zhan also looked back at the clock.

It was already half past twelve.

Hearing Song Ci's suggestion, Han Zhan was a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, but I lost my sense." Song Ci's attraction to Han Zhan was deeper than he thought. He was a little out of control tonight and couldn't hold on.

It is difficult for a clean man in his thirties to suddenly taste it.

Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's delicate lips, thought about it carefully, and answered honestly, "It's difficult for you."

My mother, what a sultry thing to say!

Got stalked!

Song Ci turned over and buried her face in the pillow, embarrassed to look at Han Zhan.

Before Song Ci disliked Han Zhan's leather gloves, it was uncomfortable to touch her skin, so Han Zhan took them off. Han Zhan hesitated, then cooperated with her to take off the gloves. Song Ci was about to fall asleep, and Han Zhan sat on the other side of the bed, planning to put on fake fingers.

Song Ci suddenly reached out and snatched his fake finger, and put it on the bedside table. She said, "What are you wearing at night! It's a waste of time."

Han Zhan wanted to say, for fear of scaring you. After being silent for a while, Han Zhan still told the truth, "If you wake up in the morning and suddenly see a hand with only three fingers, you will be scared."

Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's face with complicated eyes, and her lips moved a few times. Song Ci wanted to tell Han Zhan that his hands were really not that ugly. "Then I sleep outside and you sleep inside, so when I wake up, what I see is your left hand."

Han Zhan added, "I'm afraid that when I fall asleep, my right hand will hug you involuntarily."

Song Ci wanted to roll her eyes again, and said angrily, "Then just kill it, okay?" Mother-in-law, there are many things to do.

Knowing that Song Ci was angry, Han Zhan put down his fake fingers and lay down on the other side. After living together with Song Ci, this was the first time that Han Zhan took off his gloves to sleep, and he felt pretty good.