Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Chapter 130: It's Miss Fei

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Song Ci didn't stare at the movie anymore, she poked Han Zhan's arm and asked him, "Did they send you a woman?" Song Ci grew up in Mu's family, and she knew all the dirty things in the mall.

Although she knew it was normal, Song Ci was still quite conflicted. She didn't mind what Han Zhan's past was like, but she couldn't accept that Han Zhan messed around with others after marriage.

Han Zhan looked at Song Ci quite seriously. Seeing his serious expression, Song Ci also quieted down. Han Zhan held Song Ci's hand and said, "You are my wife, and I will never do anything wrong to my wife."

"They gave the woman away, but I didn't touch it, I didn't even touch my fingers or eyes." What Han Zhan said was the truth, and he also knew that it would be difficult for Song Ci to believe it with empty words, but he had no choice but to be dry explain. .

Song Ci took a deep look at him, but didn't go into the matter any further.

She looked like she didn't care about it, but Han Zhan didn't know what to do. He wasn't sure if Song Ci was really calm now, or if he was pretending to be generous and tolerant. Han Zhan said suddenly: "Or in the future, I will wear a monitor on my body when I go out. You can listen to it at any time, and I will never take it off."

Han Zhan's status, being able to say such a thing, really valued Song Ci.

Song Ci finally had a smile on his face. She suddenly said, "I'm not interested in eavesdropping on business secrets. If you really want me to feel at ease, how about this, I'll go to Taobao to customize a set of chastity locks for you to wear."

Han Zhan's expression finally changed. "So cruel?"

Song Ci just laughed, but didn't make it difficult for him anymore. She continued to watch the movie, and Han Zhan asked her again: "What did you have for dinner tonight?"

Song Ci: "Fruit salad."

Han Zhan leaned over and sniffed Song Ci's mouth. He said, "Have you eaten cherry tomatoes?" Han Zhan was very sensitive to the smell, even if Song Ci had brushed his teeth, he could smell it.

Song Ci nodded.

Han Zhan said again: "I want to eat too."

Song Ci: "Then I'll ask the front desk to bring some." After that, she made a gesture to get the landline phone next to the bed. Han Zhan suddenly held her arm, pressed her on the pillow, looked down at her and said, "This is ready-made, what can the front desk do?"

Song Ci: "Huh?" Before she could understand what Han Zhan meant, Han Zhan kissed her mouth. The old hooligan savored the cherry tomatoes carefully before letting go of Song Ci.

He stared at the flushed Song Ci, and sincerely praised: "It tastes good."

Song Ci put her arms around his neck, and breathed heavily on his face, "There are even better ones, do you want to try them?"

Han Zhan gently stroked Song Ci's eyes with his thumb. He seemed to love her eyes very much and always looked for opportunities to touch them. "Is this an invitation?" Han Zhan's voice was hoarse, his eyes became more and more intense as he looked at her, and he couldn't hide his longing.

Song Ci pointed to the complete set of tools by the bed, and said, "The hotel is so considerate, we can't waste them, can we?"

"Ma'am is right."

After some enthusiasm, Song porcelain was successfully broken into a broken porcelain.

Her head was resting on Han Zhan's stomach, her limp body curled up slightly. Song Ci played with Han Zhan's right hand, and carefully looked at the scar on his amputated finger. He was used to seeing it, and Song Ci didn't think that finger was ugly anymore.

Han Zhan also looked away, no longer hiding and tucking that hand, and let Song Ci play. Song Ci gradually became sleepy and fell asleep directly leaning on Han Zhan's body. Han Zhan adjusted her posture and was ready to sleep.

Like Song Ci, Han Zhan habitually turns his phone to silent mode before going to bed. He was about to unlock his phone when he found an unread new WeChat message.

who

Han Zhan opened WeChat and found that there was a friend named S in his WeChat.

who is this

An old friend changed his WeChat name

S: [Song Ci is by your side?]

Han Zhan's eyes flashed.

He asked the other party: [Are you?]

The other party's answer was concise but shocking: [Song Fei.]

Han Zhan was taken aback.

Song Fei? She woke up!

Song Fei sent another message: [Stay away from the idiot, I have something to tell you.]

Han Zhan suppressed the turmoil in his heart. He looked back at Song Ci, who was snoring softly, got out of bed with his mobile phone, and walked out of the master bedroom. Passing through the tea room outside the master bedroom to the office at the other end, Han Zhan closed the door and sat down on the chair.

He stared at the phone for a while, then typed a sentence and sent it to Song Fei—

[How do you prove that you are Song Fei?]

Song Fei pursued speed and efficiency in her work, so she didn't even bother to explain, so she dialed a video directly.

Suddenly he was about to meet his wife's natal family, and Han Zhan was in a hurry. After calming down, Han Zhan just answered the video. As soon as Song Fei's face appeared in the camera, Han Zhan knew it was Song Fei.

Their sisters look very much alike, but their temperaments are very different. The same facial features, but Song Ci's eyes are full of stars, charming and charming. And Song Fei's eyes were icy and snowy, and it was daunting to look at it.

Before Han Zhan could speak, Song Fei said, "Just be like that little idiot, call me sister." Feeling that my sister is too kind, Song Fei said again, "Call me Sister Fei." Sister Fei was very rude. .

Thirty-two-year-old Han Zhan stared at twenty-two-year-old Song Fei, and it was difficult to speak. But when Song Fei spoke, Han Zhan didn't dare to disobey, he shouted in embarrassment: "Sister Fei."

Song Fei nodded coldly, "Yeah." She stared at Han Zhan carefully for a long while, and then suddenly commented: "Although she is a little older, she looks stable and reliable, and she looks like a good-looking talent, barely worthy of that little fool." become."

Barely paid off

Han Zhan didn't dare to talk back, so he could only listen obediently.

Song Fei finally woke up after sleeping for so many years. If Song Ci knew the news, she would be very happy. Song Fei is Song Ci's only family member in the true sense, he can't offend Song Fei, and he will never get good results if he offends Song Fei.

Seeing that Han Zhan didn't talk much, Song Fei added a label of 'reticent and practical' to him, and was more satisfied with him.

Han Zhan finally found a chance to ask Song Fei, "When did Sister Fei wake up? Does Song Ci know?"

Song Fei shook her head. "I just woke up yesterday morning, and I haven't told her yet." Song Fei suddenly fell silent. After a while, she said again: "I have a plan that needs your cooperation, and it is inconvenient to tell Song Ci that I woke up right now. Wait for her Looking back at Dong, I will naturally tell her."

Nodding, Han Zhan asked her again: "What do you need me to do with you?"

Song Fei took a deep look at Han Zhan, and that look had the penetrating power to see through the soul of a person. Han Zhan sat still, his expression as calm as water, and his calm appearance was reassuring.

Song Fei finally looked away, and she began to talk about her plan.

The young and beautiful girl narrated a meticulous and cruel revenge plan with the coldest and calmest voice. Han Zhan listened without saying a word, and as Song Fei started to tell, goose bumps appeared on Han Zhan's back.

(end of this chapter)