Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Chapter 47: Old and strong? (2 more)

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Song Ci was young after all. Although she didn't care about the result of the selection, she was still proud of being liked by so many men.

Han Zhan suddenly let go of Song Ci's fingers.

He said, "It's ten o'clock."

Song Ci was inexplicable, but saw Han Zhan get up quickly and leave the room directly.

Song Ci thought that Han Zhan was going to sleep in the living room downstairs, feeling a little disappointed and a little proud. But after a while, Han Zhan came back. He didn't come back empty-handed. When he came back, he had a pair of handcuffs and a roll of tape in his hand.

Song Ci was taken aback, "Do you still have this hobby?"

Han Zhan didn't speak. He walked to the bed sullenly, knelt on Song Ci's body, uncuffed the handcuffs, and handcuffed Song Ci's troubled hands to his chest. The operation was as fierce as a tiger, and Song Ci was not given a chance to resist.

Han Zhan made a gesture to tear off the tape, Song Ci guessed what he was going to do, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't! Don't stick it on my mouth, I'm allergic to this, it will disfigure me!"

Han Zhan paused. "Is there still trouble?"

Song Ci hurriedly said, "No, I'll shut up."

Han Zhan looked at her carefully for a while to confirm that she was really good, and then threw away the tape.

Han Zhan covered Song Ci with an air-conditioning quilt and lay down beside Song Ci. He glanced at the clock and said, "It's six past ten, you're too noisy and disturbed my sleep." After speaking, he moved his head on the pillow and closed his eyes.

The whole world suddenly became quiet, and Han Zhan fell asleep quickly, leaving Song Ci staring fiercely at Han Zhan's sleeping face.

Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's pretty nose for more than ten minutes, then fell asleep and fell asleep.

After a while, Han Zhan opened his eyes.

He looked sideways at Song Ci's peaceful state after falling asleep, lifted the quilt, and glanced at his body.

Huh~

this is the first night

Song Ci woke up the next morning under the urging of the alarm clock, and when she opened her eyes, she found that the handcuffs had been opened at some time. She glanced at the handcuffs on the bed, couldn't help but took a photo, sent it to Yan Jiang, and teased him.

Song Ci: [Last night was really exciting. Attached picture.jpg]

Yan Jiang played games until late at night, and when he woke up, it was already ten o'clock. He closed his eyes and touched the phone, took off the blindfold, and saw Song Ci sending her a message. Yan Jiang opened the chat page in a daze, and after seeing the photos taken by Song Ci clearly, Yan Jiang woke up instantly.

Really know how to play!

He sat up, crossed his legs on the bed, and replied Song Ci's voice.

Song Ci walked into the kitchen to drink water, and found that the white thermos was placed next to the water dispenser. She rolled her eyes, and then filled the thermos with half a cup of warm water. Song Ci clicked on the voice message from Yan Jiang while drinking water.

Song Ci turned up the volume of the phone, and after the amplification, Yan Jiang's voice could be heard all over the room—

Yan Jiang: [Yes, Song Song, is it so intense? Your brother Han is always strong! Can play, really can play.]

Song Ci was about to reply, when she looked up, she saw Han Zhan standing at the door of the gym. He was wearing a white vest, a towel hung around his neck, and the glove on his right hand stood out.

A man who sweats after exercising in the morning, full of hormones, handsome and A.

Song Ci pressed her finger on the voice dialogue, forgetting what she was going to say.

Han Zhan cast a subtle and dangerous look at her. He pointed to Song Ci's cell phone and said, "You'll grow old and strong?" For the first time, Brother Han had doubts about his age.

Song Ci could hear Han Zhan's displeasure, and she betrayed Yan Jiang without the slightest hesitation: "I'm a friend, ignorant, talking nonsense."

Han Zhan took a deep look at her before saying, "Don't make all kinds of messy friends."

Song Ci: "Good!"

Han Zhan had to go upstairs to take a shower. He stepped on the stairs and said without turning his head: "I'm going to work today, you arrange the activities yourself. If you want to go out, let someone accompany you. I'll find you a driver."

Song Ci was flattered, "So good?"

Standing on the platform on the second floor, Han Zhan looked down at Song Ci and told her, "The driver is a retired special soldier. You can call him Brother Long. From now on, he will be your bodyguard."

Song Ci was more grateful to Han Zhan, "Okay, I'll let him accompany you."

"Um."

Han Zhan came downstairs after taking a shower and found that Song Ci had made breakfast, which was a very ordinary three-color fried rice with a cup of fresh milk.

Song Ci stood in the restaurant and waved to him: "Brother Han, go after breakfast."

Han Zhan stared at the plate of fried rice, hesitated for a while, turned around, and walked towards the restaurant.

Song Ci's cooking skills are really not good, the fried rice is average, not delicious, but not bad. After eating, Han Zhan put down his spoon and said suddenly, "I'll find a cooking aunt."

Song Ci felt embarrassed, and she said, "I've never cooked before, but I can learn."

Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's beautiful jade hands, took a sip of milk, and said, "No, your hands are not for cooking."

It was the one who played the violin, the one who flew the airplane, and the one who stroked him.

Song Ci suddenly felt a little moved.

"Brother Han is so considerate and dotes on me, I'm going to fall in love with you."

Han Zhan is used to Song Ci's style of confessing his love at every turn, so he treats Song Ci as farting. "Let's go." Han Zhan got up and was about to go to the door. Song Ci hurriedly followed him to the door, and said as he walked, "I have to tie your tie myself. It's always been shown on TV."

Han Zhan picked up the tie, handed it to Song Ci, and asked her, "Can you do it?"

Song Ci said: "Simple."

She tiptoed slightly, and wrapped the tie around Han Zhan's neck. Song Ci really knew how to wear a tie, and it was very neat and neat. Han Zhan was a little surprised. He stared at the girl's trembling long eyelashes, and suddenly asked, "How did this happen?"

Song Ci said: "I have a suit and sometimes a tie. When I was a trainee pilot, I wore a tie every day."

"I see."

Song Ci pulled Han Zhan's tie, and said with a half-smile, "Why, do you think I've tied it for other men?"

Han Zhan didn't speak.

Song Ci held her tie and raised her head, kissing Han Zhan's cheek.

Han Zhan lost his mind briefly.

When she came back to her senses, she found that Song Ci had already retreated. Song Ci leaned against the wall and posed a charming pose towards him, but unfortunately the collar on her neck was really an eyesore, which compromised her charm.

Song Ci compared her heart to him, "Brother Han, don't forget about Cici at work."

Porcelain

The voice is sweet and sweet, who can bear it.

Han Zhan shook his shoulders, shaking off the goosebumps all over his body. "See you tonight." Han Zhan opened the door and left without even looking back at his little girlfriend who lived with him.

After Han Zhan left, Song Ci stood at the door, imitating the tone just now and shouting Cici again. After shouting, she couldn't take it anymore, and kept rubbing the goose bumps on her arms with her hands.

"You're so fucking shameless, Song Ci."

Who would have thought that Song Ci, the first lady who is elegant and luxurious outside, is a full-fledged dramatist in private.

Han Zhan: Handcuffs + tape, the best partner.

Song Porcelain: Durian + sharp needles, perfect.

(end of this chapter)