Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon - Chapter 462

Song Ci slept all night and recovered well the next day. She learned of the fate of Tren and his daughter from Han Wangwang and felt very happy!

“Give me my mobile phone, I have to see the photos of these scumbag father and daughter being sent back to the country.” Although it is not good to go down the rocks, Song Ci likes to look at Eliza’s unlucky look.

Han Wangwang said: “I will send you the link.”

Song Ci opened the news link shared by Han Wangwang and saw the photo of the father and daughter being sent back to the country. In the photo, Idris and Eliza both cover their faces with their hands and lower their heads. Even if they can’t see them, they know that they must be decadent, like bereaved dogs.

Song Ci silently clicked a like on the report comment, then put down the phone and asked Han Wangwang: “What is your little cousin doing?” Song Ci has been waking up for a while, but he didn’t see Han Zhan and felt strange.

“The child was born much earlier than expected. The little cousin went out to buy things for the child. Auntie Fei thought that their child would be born in more than two months, so she took her uncle Yan Jiang. Learned.”

When Song Ci heard this, he held his forehead straight. “Wangwang, you are one year younger than us, Auntie Fei, and Uncle Yan Jiang, how come I am listening to you?”

Han Wangwang sticks out his tongue and touches his nose, but smiles cutely and said: “I am young, and the older Guan Nian and the younger shouting to uncle, I am not the most exaggerated.”

Song Ci shook his head and laughed.

“I’m hungry.”

Hearing Song Ci said that he was hungry, Han Wangwang quickly stood up and said, “The doctor said you’d better eat a light diet these two days, and wait a few days to replenish your body. Auntie Fei made custard for you before leaving, and I’ll give it to you. Come.”

Han Wangwang ran downstairs and brought the warm custard upstairs. Song Ci was so hungry that he could swallow a cow. Seeing the custard, he ate it.

After she ate something, she felt warm in her stomach.

The crib has not been bought yet, and the child is temporarily sleeping in the same bed as Song Ci. The little guy’s face is still wrinkled, but not as red as last night, and he looks like a person at last.

Han Wangwang sat on the side of the bed and teased the little guy. He smiled and said from time to time, “Little brother, call my sister. If I ask sister, I will give you candy.

Song Ci couldn’t help but smile when she saw it. She teased Han Wangwang, “I like children so much, so let’s talk to Jiang Zhen from your family.”

Han Wangwang blushed immediately.

She was so embarrassed that she moved her **** on the chair and whispered, “We are still young, so we are not in a hurry.”

Knowing that she was thin-skinned, Song Ci changed a relaxed topic, “How are the wedding preparations?”

Han Wangwang said: “My mother is preparing for the work over there, and there is also a wedding company in Wangdongcheng. There is no place for me to stare at.”

“Where are the wedding photos? Have they been taken?”

“We took the wedding photos, but the finished product hasn’t come out yet.” Han Wangwang remembered that Song Ci and Han Zhan did not take wedding photos when they got married. She asked Song Ci: “Aunt Xiao Biao, when you married Xiao Cousin , Why didn’t you take a wedding photo?”

Song Ci and Han Zhan cohabitation certificate is like catching a duck to the shelves, there is no time to take wedding photos. Naturally, Song Ci could not tell Han Wangwang the truth, so she said: “At that time, I thought the wedding photos were meaningless. When I lose weight, I can make up the wedding photos.”

Feeling that the term wedding photo was inappropriate, Song Ci changed her statement, “It’s a family portrait.”

Han Wangwang comforted her, “Family portraits can also wear wedding dresses.”

Han Wangwang had no experience with weddings, and had many things he didn’t understand, so he sat by the bed to learn from Song Ci. Song Ci married herself, helped Arang manage the wedding, and was a bridesmaid for others before, so she knew everything about weddings too.

Han Wangwang asked her the right person.

The two chatted for a while, they heard a knock on the door.

Song Ci looked up towards the door, and saw Su Beibei who was leaning on the door frame.

Su Beibei put on a light makeup on her face, her complexion was very ruddy. She wore a black A-line slim dress with a black lace clavicle chain around her neck. The gothic style of dress was very suitable for her.

Han Wangwang knew that Su Beibei had something to say with Song Ci, so she said that she was going to call Jiang Zhen on the pretext, so she left.

After Han Wangwang had left, Su Beibei walked into the room and stood at the end of the bed and looked at Song Ci’s expression. Last night, Song Ci received a knife and suffered a serious crime. His face still looked pale at the moment.

Su Beibei sat beside Song Ci’s bed, held her hand, and asked distressedly: “Song Song, do you feel okay?”

Song Ci replied: “It feels okay, except that the incision is a little bit painful.” Thinking that Su Beibei had also experienced caesarean pain more than a month ago, she asked Su Beibei: “How is your wound healing? Actually, you shouldn’t have come. It was too hard for them to run.” Song Ci worried that Su Beibei’s body would be too much to bear.

Su Beibei said: “I’m not tired, I promised to attend your championship night, so I won’t break my promise.” On the day Song Ci left for Belgium, Su Beibei was also discharged from the hospital. The aunt at home took care of her carefully for a month. She is recovering pretty well.

Song Ci asked her again: “Then did you meet with Li Li later?”

“We have a child, and there is always a chance to meet. And I think he hasn’t given up on me yet, and refuses to let go, always looking for opportunities to come to me to brush up on his presence.”

When Su Beibei mentioned Li Li, her expression was rather complicated.

Don’t look at her deeply, Song Ci couldn’t help asking: “Beibei, do you still want to remarry him?”

Su Beibei was silent for a while before hearing this question, and then said: “Li Li is like an itchy pimpl on the sole of my foot. It hurts, not scratches and itches. I finally made up my mind to cut it off. An itchy acne, I would rather leave a scar on the soles of my feet and heal slowly, rather than let the itchy acne grow back.”

She squeezed Song Ci’s hand on her leg and hammered it, and sighed, “People have to look forward.”

Song Ci frowned and asked her: “Then how long will it take for this scar to heal?”

“Maybe half a year, maybe a year. One year will not work, but only two years. The scar will be healed.” Su Beibei smiled at Song Ci and said, “While Neil is still young, I plan to wait for my body to recover. Okay, let’s take Neil out for a while, and when Neil starts reading, we will settle down again.”

“Alright.” Going out to relax, has a good effect on psychological healing. “What are you going to do after that? Continue writing novels and scripts?”

Su Beibei said: “I plan to set up a studio to raise a group of talented new screenwriters to pursue dreams together.”

The two girlfriends talked sweetly for a while, and then they heard the sound of a car downstairs. Su Beibei said: “Mr. Han must have come back.”

Su Beibei got up and walked to the window, looking towards the garage downstairs, just in time to see Han Zhan getting off the car and walking to the trunk to carry things.

“It’s your Mr. Han who is back.” Su Beibei turned around, looked at Song Ci, and said to her: “Neil is at home alone, I’m not relieved. I will go back today and will go to the airport later. Song Song, Take care of yourself.”

“Is it so urgent?”

“Well, I just got divorced from Li Li, and the child is sensitive in heart. I’ve been away for a long time for fear of him thinking about it.

“Okay, I will let the driver take you there.”

“it is good.”

Originally only Su Beibei planned to leave, but when Han Wangwang heard that Su Beibei was going back to China, she also decided to go with Su Beibei. She came here this time to ask for leave from her unit, and time was tight, so she decided to go back to China with Su Beibei.

At lunch, Han Zhan brought all the baby clothes that had been washed and dried to the room, ready to bathe the baby. Having raised two children, Han Zhan is considered to be experienced in doing these things.

He took off his windbreaker jacket, pushed his shirt sleeve to his elbow joint, took a bath towel and went to the bathroom to drain the water. Song Ci’s wound was so painful today that she couldn’t get to the ground. She turned her head to look at Han Zhan busy in the bathroom, thinking that Han Zhan was just putting water in, and he was handsome and charming.

Are old men attractive in everything they do?

Han Zhan put the water away, walked to the bed and said to Song Ci, “I will take him to take a bath.”

“it is good.”

Last night, Song Ci said that he was born, and there was no time to prepare clothes for the child. The child was born and the story put him on Han Zhan’s close-fitting warm shirt.

Han Zhan is getting older, and he also pays attention to health preservation. When it comes to late autumn, he forgets to put on thermal underwear in his clothes. Otherwise, the child can only be wrapped in a bath towel.

Han Zhan took off the baby’s clothes, opened the baby’s diaper, and saw the black meconium inside the diaper. He frowned and was very disgusted, “This kid has taken a papa.”

Song Ci laughed at him: “You are kind if you don’t pee.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Han Zhan saw the little guy’s little thing jumping, and then, a stream of warm and curved urine sprayed onto Han Zhan’s face.

Han Zhan: “…”

For a moment, Han Zhan was a little unlovable.

Song Ci was stunned, and then began to sullen. He couldn’t help it, and laughed presumptuously, “Oh, Han Zhan, your son is really amazing. This is God sent to treat you!”

“Hahaha!”

Song Ci laughed so hard that the wound started to hurt. She gently touched the vicinity of the incision, “Ouch, my incision hurts.”

Han Zhan covered Song Ci’s mouth, “Don’t laugh.”

Song Ci wanted to stop, but when he saw the urine rolling down on Han Zhan’s face, he couldn’t help laughing.

Han Zhan took the child directly to the bathroom, allowing Song Ci to make fun of him.

When Han Zhan turned around, he couldn’t see his face anymore, Song Ci didn’t smile anymore.

Han Zhan put the baby on his lap and washed the little guy’s **** before putting him in the bathtub.

Han Zhan supported the child’s head and shoulders with his wide left hand, and pressed his thumb and ring finger against the child’s ears to prevent warm water from entering his ears.

He wiped his face with his wet right hand, only then took up the towel with his only three fingers, and carefully bathed the child.

The little guy is pretty good, not crying.

After taking a bath, Han Zhan had to rub the touch oil on the child to do baby exercises, but he didn’t know how to do this. The whole process was done under the guidance of Song Ci.

After touching, Han Zhan dressed the child with diapers and clothes, and placed him gently beside Song Ci.

The little guy is hungry, squinting and crying, crying as soft as a kitten. When Han Zhan heard the crying and paternal love was overflowing, he reminded Song Ci: “The child is hungry and is going to breastfeed. Porcelain treasure, feed the breast soon.”

Song Ci got a big head when she heard this, “I’m not a cow.” She said so, but she still turned over and unbuttoned the baby to breastfeed.

Han Zhan sat on the stool next to him and folded clothes for the child. While working, he said, “The child’s name is Han Xun, what do you think?” This was what they had already thought about.

Song Ci had no objection, “Very good.” The three siblings, with two-character names, should be neat and tidy.

“Grandpa gave him the word Ling Yu in the hope that this child will be above him in the future.” Han Zhan chuckled lightly and said, “But there is no chance to surpass my grandpa.”

Song Ci said something big, “Maybe your son will become president in the future.”

Han Zhan raised his eyebrows and stared at the little guy. Hearing the gurgling sound in his throat while the little guy was eating, he sneered: “Just him? A weak chicken who is also president. I think it’s about the same.”

Song Ci: “…”

“Have you said that about children?”

Han Zhan closed his mouth.

That soaking in urine successfully cut off Han Zhan’s compassion for the little boy. He thought of the scene when Han Miao and Han Jun just gave birth, and couldn’t help sighing: “How could he be so capable at the time when Miao Miao and Jun Jun Eat, look at him, do nothing, eat first.”

When Song Ci heard Han Zhan’s words, he could already foresee the quarrel between their father and son in the future.

December 8th was the awards ceremony. One day before the awards, the organizing committee issued an announcement on the INS official website announcing that it would cancel the qualification of country Y player Eliza and will always blacklist Eliza. Eliza is 25 years old this year, which means she will not be able to participate in the competition four years later.

Because Song Ci did not recover well from production, she failed to attend the award ceremony in person.

So when the host announced that Song Ci was the overall champion of the competition, Shen Yubei, who was sitting in the audience, stood up.

Under everyone’s surprised eyes, Shen Yubei stepped onto the stage.

Shen Yubei had won this award when he was 19 years old, but he stood on the stage again to accept the award for his good apprentice. He himself found it quite interesting.

Shen Yubei took the microphone and explained: “Our champion was unable to come to the scene in person due to physical reasons. I can only entrust my teacher to receive the award.”

Hearing this explanation, everyone showed a surprised expression.

Shen Yubei is Song Ci’s teacher?

Why didn’t Song Ci disclose this news before?

The host was also suspicious and couldn’t help asking: “Mr. Shen, you are Song Ci’s teacher? Why didn’t you disclose this news before?”

Shen Yubei smiled slightly, and his answer was intriguing, “Because Song Ci needs everyone’s recognition of her ability, not whose apprentice she is.”

Hearing Shen Yubei’s words, everyone couldn’t help thinking of Eliza, no matter what competition Eliza participated in, she would always show off the name of her father Idris. Comparing Eliza and Song Ci together is really an instant opinion.

The host nodded and agreed with Shen Yubei’s answer, “Mr. Shen was right, so now that Song Ci has won the championship, is Mr. Shen very proud of her?”

Shen Yubei nodded, “Of course, she has always been my pride, whether it was before or now.” From the moment when Song Ci decided to pick up the violin again three years ago and knelt in front of his house. From the beginning, she became Shen Yubei’s greatest pride in this life.

The guest who presents the prize to the winner is the organizer, the queen of this country.

Her Majesty the Queen is also a violin lover, but the musical instrument is not something you love and you can work hard to play it to the highest level. It also requires talent.

Her Majesty’s musical talent is not as good as Shen Yubei’s, so she has not achieved proud results in the music industry, but this does not prevent her from enjoying and sponsoring these music lovers to pursue their dreams.

When Shen Yubei was 19 years old when he stood on stage to receive the award, it was the queen who presented him with the award. At that time, Her Majesty was less than 30 years old. Now, the queen’s temples are pale, and there are two or three wrinkles at the end of her eyes.

Her Majesty the Queen in a blue dress is more noble and elegant than when she was young.

Seeing Shen Yubei, Her Majesty the Queen also felt emotional. She said: “Dear Yubei, I am honored to be able to present you an award again. Who would have thought that after thirty years, we would be on the same stage again. I met here, it was a miracle.”

Shen Yubei held the medal with 250,000 euros, smiled at the Queen, and said: “Your Majesty the Queen, now is the world of young people. I feel that I can stand here to accept the award for the young offspring. with pleasure.”

“Your apprentice is very good. I have seen every performance of her. I have to say that she is a musician with more talent and potential than you. I believe that under the leadership of this group of young people, Music will be endless and has a long history.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Her Majesty the Queen stood beside Shen Yubei and took photos with all the winners.

After the award ceremony, Shen Yubei called Song Ci the first time to inform her of the championship.

Song Ci was very excited, she shouted at Han Zhan who was working, “Han Zhan, I am the champion!”

Han Zhan left the desk and walked to the bed. He stretched out his left hand and rubbed the head of Song Ci’s chicken nest. He curled his lips and said, “Congratulations, world champion.”

“Thank you!” Song Ci said to Han Zhan while unlocking the phone, “I am now the champion. I decided to modify my Weibo authentication information.”

Song Ci’s personal certification says ‘the heroine of the movie “Music” and the fashion blogger, and her profile says ‘Zeus International Boss Song Ci’!

Song Ci is now a world champion, and looking at the previous information, she feels that she is not graded, so she naturally has to modify it.

Song Ci changed his personal information to——

Song Ci, champion of the Queen Elizabeth International Music Violin Competition.

After the change, Song Cichao Han Zhan’s eyes curled up with a smile, “Han Zhan, I am finally a violinist!” To become a violinist is Song Ci’s true dream. Now that the dream is achieved, Song Ci smiled more than a flower. The child is also brilliant and inviting.

Han Zhan looked at her little smiling face, and his eyes became soft. “Well, you are great.”

Song Ci reached out to Han Zhan.

Han Zhan looked puzzled. “doing what?”

Song Ci tilted his head and asked him, “Han Zhan, where is my gift?”

Han Zhan smiled and took out a cheque from his pocket and handed it to Song Ci. He said without shame: “You don’t need anything, and I don’t know what to give you. Then be vulgar and give it to you directly. Check it.”

Song Ci looked down at the number on the check, ten to ten million!

Song Ci looked at the signature pattern and seal on the check, and asked thoughtfully: “Han Zhan, is this signature true? Don’t be fake…”

Han Zhan couldn’t help violent domestic violence against Song Ci. He picked up the pillow and hammered her head, but the movements were light.

After beating, Han Zhan hugged her pillow and scolded her: “Little conscience!”

This operation, unlike a thirty-five-year-old successful person, is like a furious hairy boy.

Song Ci confirmed that the cheque was genuine, and he was happy as if he had set off a few bundles of fireworks. Song Ci folded the check into a heart shape, pasted it on the place closest to his chest, and murmured: “I have received such a large check for the first time. I have to feel it.”

“Promise!”

Song Ci fell asleep holding the check, and the child woke him up in the middle of the night when he was hungry. She asked Han Zhan to turn on the wall lamp, and she sat up and nursed the baby in a daze.

It was really too sleepy. Song Ci was worried that he would fall asleep, and feared that the child would choke on the breast, so he woke up Han Zhan. “Han Zhan, look at the child, I’m really sleepy.”

Song Ci closed her eyes, and fell asleep during the nursing process.

After the child was full, Han Zhan gently carried the child back to the crib. There was little movement, but Song Ci was awakened.

Song Ci rubbed his eyes and said, “Am I really asleep?”

“Well, you are too tired.”

Song Ci is really tired. She said, “Then I will go to bed.” Song Ci fell asleep until dawn.

Han Zhan was not in the room, and left a note saying that he had sent Song Fei and the others to the airport.

They are all people who have jobs, and they all have to return to their country.

Song Ci got up and went to the bathroom. When she finished washing her hands and raised her head, she caught a glimpse of the unkempt woman in the mirror, and she suddenly became sober!

She is Song Ci!

How could she be so imageless!

Look at the chicken coop head, the haggard face, has she been using this face to show others these days?

Han Zhan kissed her last night.

Song Ci was so frightened that he quickly picked up the facial cleanser and washed his face, then put on various expensive skin care products.

Song Ci asked the doctor to wash her hair again. After some tossing, Song Ci was satisfied.

She went back to the bed and lay down and rubbed her head against the pillow, only to notice a hard object under the pillow.

what?

Song Ci opened the pillow curiously and saw a gift bag hidden under the pillow.

Did Han Zhan prepare for her?

Song Ci opened the gift bag and saw a piece of paper inside with a line of pen and snake writing on it——

A gift for the champion-Zhan.

Song Ci hid a look of expectation and opened the small gift box. She thought the box would contain antique jewelry, but to her surprise, there was a letter in the box.

Song Ci couldn’t tell whether he should be disappointed or surprised.

This stingy thing, what kind of gift is a letter?

Of course, if it is a love letter, she is still happy to accept it.

Song Ci opened the envelope with the feeling of reading a love letter.

Unfolding the letter paper, Song Ci saw Han Zhan’s handwriting. His handwriting is very easy to recognize. It is written in italics with a pen. Each stroke is full of Han Zhan’s personal style, as sharp as an ice blade.

It says–

Song Ci, I have a secret in my heart, I decided to tell you today.

In the Mo family, I not only think of my previous life six hundred years ago, but I also think of other things.

You never told me that in the life you married Cheng Ziang, you and I not only knew each other, they were also intimate friends. You never told me that before you died, you asked the doctor to donate your cornea to me.

Song Ci, you must not know the reason why I strongly want to restore my eyesight. I just want to take a look at you.

When the operation was successful and I finally saw the light again, I learned that you were dead, and your eyes became my eyes, how painful I was.

I would rather be blind for a lifetime, and want you to live.

After your death, I joined forces with Yan Jiang to destroy Chaoyang Company and Chuandong International. I let Mu Qiu be buried for you, let Cheng Yanmo go bankrupt, and let Cheng Ziang die without a place to be buried! But all I really want is you.

I still have a secret that I haven’t told you, but I want to tell you in person.

…

After reading this letter, Song Ci was surprised.

Han Zhan unexpectedly remembered about the previous life!

He has been hiding from her, he has never revealed it! Is this man’s mouth made of a mussel shell?

Approaching noon, Song Ci heard the movement of Han Zhan going home.

She slowly walked to the window, opened the window, leaned on the window sill, and rushed downstairs to Han Zhan in the courtyard and shouted, “Han Zhan!”

Han Zhan was talking to the bodyguard. Hearing Song Ci’s voice, he looked up at Song Ci.

Han Zhan didn’t know that Song Ci had seen the letter. He waved to Song Ci and said, “Are you hungry? I’ll bring you food right away.”

Song Ci stared at him with extremely complicated eyes.

Seeing Song Ci not answering, Han Zhan frowned and asked loudly, “What’s wrong with you?”

He was about to enter the house upstairs, but he heard Song Ci say: “Do you have a secret that you haven’t told me yet?” After rebirth, from the moment he saw Han Zhan, Song Ci was speculating about the secret. what.

But at that time Han Zhan knew nothing about the previous life, so Song Ci did not ask.

Now that the opportunity is here, Song Ci is willing to miss it.

When Han Zhan heard her, it was obvious that a flash of surprise flashed across his face.

He knew that Song Ci had already read the letter. He stood still on the grass in the yard, with one hand in his trouser pocket, raised his head, and stared at Song Ci affectionately with those gray-blue eyes.

His eyes were very greedy and serious, like a blind man recovering his light and seeing his beloved woman first.

“The secret is…” Han Zhan hesitated, his ears were red, and his voice was soft: “Miss Song, Zeus International still lacks a boss, would you like to be my boss?”

Song Ci didn’t hear clearly, she deliberately raised her voice and said, “What? The wind is too strong, I didn’t hear clearly!”

God **** windy!

Han Zhan resisted, and lost face. He put his hands in front of his lips, making a trumpet, and rushed upstairs to ask loudly: “Miss Song, Zeus International still lacks a boss, do you want to be my boss!”

This is the secret that Han Zhan hid from Song Ci in the last life.

He wants Song Ci to be his boss wife.

Song Ci heard it clearly this time.

She didn’t eat sweets, but her mouth was full of honey, and she couldn’t bear the sweetness.

“Okay, I’ll be your boss’s wife.”

Hearing Song Ci’s reply, Han Zhan finally had a smile on his face. He carefully looked at Song Ci’s appearance, and said softly, “Boss, you look so beautiful.”

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