Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Chapter 77: Men in the Han family do not marry twice

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Hearing this conversation, Song Ci thought it was funny, but didn't dare to really laugh.

She picked up the red wine bottle on the table, and said to Han Aoyu: "Grandpa, don't listen to Brother Han. I have learned that you can drink a little dry wine for high blood pressure. Just keep it within 50ml each time."

Han Aoyu laughed, "Girl Song is good." He glanced at Han Zhan, who was beside Song Ci with a helpless expression, and said in a strange way: "It's not like some people who have no heart and no lungs, and have raised them for more than thirty years for nothing."

Han Zhan was wronged.

Song Ci really only poured a little for Han Aoyu.

Han Aoyu picked up the wine glass, sniffed the aroma of the wine, showing nostalgia. "As for this wine, your grandma's makes it delicious. I can't make it taste like hers." Han Zhan's grandma has passed away for five years.

Perhaps what the old man misses is not the sip of wine, but the person who made the wine. Song Ci said: "Grandpa's wine is very mellow and beautiful in Song Ci's opinion. It's a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to taste grandma's wine-making skills. If I have the opportunity, I must ask grandpa how to make this wine. "

Han Aoyu smiled heartily, patted his legs and said: "When the grapes are ripe next year, you go to my place, and I will teach you!"

"good!"

Yan Jiang's taste buds were aroused by them, he picked up his wine glass and took a sip, suddenly felt astonished. "It's delicious, is this really the wine made by grandpa?"

Han Aoyu raised his head triumphantly, "Of course."

Yan Jiang clapped his hands very vigorously, and praised with all his strength: "This wine has a rich taste, not inferior to those so-called famous wines in France. Grandpa is amazing!" Yan Jiang pointed to the red wine bottle and asked Han Zhan: "Mr. Han, wait Decorate it for me later, and I'll take it home?"

Han Zhan: "OK."

"Okay, let's eat." Han Aoyu ordered, and everyone picked up the chopsticks and started.

Han Aoyu is getting old, so he has to control the amount of food he eats, and he can't eat too much. He was basically full after eating some dishes, but he didn't leave the table, just sat on the edge and chatted with the young man.

Noticing that Song Ci ate a bowl of rice and went to fill another big bowl, Han Aoyu was a little surprised. I didn't see it, but this girl looked slender and quite edible. Eating well is a blessing.

When Song Ci was picking up the dishes, she took a peek at her grandfather, and seeing that he was satisfied with the look in her eyes, she ate harder.

Yan Jiang noticed that Song Ci had also finished the second bowl of rice. He was quite surprised, but he didn't say anything. Only Han Zhan's eyes were full of smiles.

After dinner, Han Zhan played chess with the old man in the study. Song Ci was fed up, so she opened the drawer and took out the digestion tablets and ate two tablets, then walked around the living room downstairs to digest.

Yan Jiang sat on the sofa and ate the plums brought by the old man. He complained about Song Ci: "What do you eat so much?"

Song Ci said with a bitter face, "Grandpa likes girls who can eat."

Yan Jiang blinked, feeling very sympathetic to Song Ci. He looked upstairs and asked Song Ci, "What does Han Zhan, his grandfather, do?" Although the old man was dressed as a farmer, the occasional eyes that he showed inadvertently showed a sense of iron and blood murder. Identity should not be simple.

Song Ci said: "You Baidu search, Han Aoyu."

Yan Jiang complied.

After a while, Yan Jiang put down his phone with a look of shock. He looked at Song Ci enviously, and sighed: "Song Song, you are married into the residence of General Zhen Guo!"

It turns out that Han Zhan is Han Aoyu's grandson! With this background, Song Song will never be bullied in this life.

Yan Jiang finally felt relieved, he got up to say goodbye, and when he left, he did not forget to carry a bag of fruit and a bottle of red wine brewed by Mr. Han himself.

After sending Yan Jiang away, Song Ci sent Han Zhan a text message. [Brother Han, where does grandpa sleep tonight?]There is only one bed in their house.

When Han Zhan saw the text message, he raised his head and asked the old man, "Grandpa, where do you live tonight?"

Han Aoyu stared at the chessboard and said, "Your Uncle Zhong has a room in the hotel, just send me there later."

"Not going back to the house?"

"No, if people know that I'm back and someone visits me again, it's troublesome." Han Aoyu said, "When you're retired, you should do what a retired old man should do. If you shouldn't do it, don't do it. "Han Aoyu's eyes see everything clearly.

Han Zhan admired his grandfather, and it was the wisest thing to do to retire without asking about worldly affairs.

"good."

"By the way, the last time I saw you, Grandpa Chen, he kept showing off the chess set you gave him to me." The old man's tone was sour. What kind of thing is this, my grandson ran to give chess to other old men, why didn't he give it to him

Han Zhan was a little helpless, he said: "The last time I went back to Shunchen on a business trip, I was going to visit Grandpa Chen, so I couldn't be empty-handed. That pair of chess was bought by Li Li, and I have a pair here, which I got from the auction last time. here."

Han Zhan got up and went into the small collection room in the study. After a while, he came out holding a pair of precious chess.

"Small-leaf red sandalwood chess, high-quality goods, the work of master sculptor Songshan."

Han Zhan handed the chess to Han Aoyu.

Han Aoyu opened it and took a few glances before he was satisfied.

Touching the chess pieces, Han Aoyu started talking about Song porcelain with Han Zhan. "Song Ci is a good girl who can speak well. She matches you, and her appearance is right. As for her character, I don't know yet, but I believe in your vision."

Han Zhan listened quietly without refuting.

Han Aoyu said again: "I don't know why you guys got married, but you have to remember that men in our Han family have never had a second marriage since ancient times. It's yours, not yours. When it comes to your side, it must be yours."

Han Zhan's heart trembled, and he understood Han Aoyu's warning.

Han Aoyu is such a smart person, how could he fail to see the weirdness of the marriage between Han Zhan and Song Ci. But he won't get to the bottom of it. He was beating Han Zhan, Song Ci is a good girl, since she offered to send it up, no matter if it is fake or sincere, she has to be put by my side and tied up to death.

There is no second marriage among Han family men.

"I understand, Grandpa."

After nine o'clock, the old man will leave. Song Ci and Han Zhan personally sent him back to the hotel. When they arrived at the hotel, Song Ci saw a middle-aged man in the room with bronze skin and a Chinese character face. He didn't look like a talkative person.

"Zhan Zhan." Uncle Zhong saw Han Zhan with a smile on his face. He stared at Song Ci behind Han Zhan again, his smile became warmer, "Is this your lover?"

Han Zhan turned sideways, revealing the whole picture of Song Ci behind him in front of Uncle Zhong. "Uncle Zhong, this is my wife, Song Ci." Han Zhan introduced Song Ci again: "Song Ci, this is Uncle Zhong. He watched me grow up when I was young and took care of my grandfather."

"Hello, Uncle Zhong."

"Hello."

The couple chatted with Uncle Zhong for more than twenty minutes before leaving.

Zhong Buhui watched Han Zhan and his wife leave, he closed the door, turned and walked into the master bedroom. Seeing Han Aoyu twisting the medicine bottle, he hurried over to help Han Aoyu pour a glass of water, and handed it to him.

Han Aoyu picked up the water glass and swallowed the medicine for high blood pressure. He put down his teacup and murmured: "I always feel that Miss Song looks a little familiar, I don't regret if you feel this way."

(end of this chapter)