Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci said: "I apologize to you on his behalf. It's my fault that you always threatened him in the past. Today he finally found an opportunity for revenge. It's no wonder he can hold back."

"Han Zhan is about to collapse now. Song Fei, considering that he is still injured, can you give me the antidote?"

There are so many masters of traditional Chinese medicine in the Mo family, and any doctor Song Ci can find can cure Han Zhan. But instead of going to a doctor, she came to Song Fei to get an antidote. The main reason was to save Song Fei's face and make Song Fei calm down.

Song Fei also understood what Song Ci meant, but she was unwilling to let her bypass Han Zhan easily.

She still feels the smell of Houttuynia cordata in her throat, which is quite unpleasant.

Song Fei rolled his eyes and had a bad idea. "You can get the antidote, but now you have to stand in front of me and say Han Zhan is a bitch loudly in the corridor three times, and I will give you the antidote."

Song Ci frowned when he heard this rude request, "Don't go too far."

Song Fei: "Then there is no antidote"

Song Ci could only retreat, "I'll go ask!"

Song Ci hurried back to the room and told Han Zhan about Song Fei's rude request with a look of helplessness. "Han Zhan, Song Fei refused to give the antidote and said yes"

Han Zhan: "What does she want you to do?"

Song Ci hesitated and said: "She wants me to stand in the corridor and say three times loudly. Three times." Staring at Han Zhan's weak gaze, Song Ci said without confidence: "Han Zhan is a bitch. "

Han Zhan almost fainted as he rolled his eyes, but he couldn't.

Han Zhan began to feel uncomfortable in his stomach again, and he ran to the toilet feebly. After squatting for a few minutes, Han Zhan's face looked even weaker when he came out.

"Song Ci, please promise her." Han Zhan accepted his fate. He would never dare to bully Song Fei again.

Song Ci: "."

After a while, Song Ci's voice sounded in the corridor.

"Han Zhan is a bitch."

"Han Zhan is a bitch."

"Han Zhan is a bitch"

Han Zhan squatted in the toilet, listening expressionlessly, and made a serious note to Song Fei in his heart.

Han Zhan drank the antidote and his stomach felt better.

Song Ci made some salt water for Han Zhan and fed him to drink. Then he borrowed a pot from Friday and cooked a pot of porridge.

Song Ci was cooking downstairs, and Friday stood at the door of the kitchen and asked her, "Did you just call your husband a bitch upstairs?"

Song Ci naturally wanted to protect Han Zhan's face. She shook her head and said, "No, it's nothing. Uncle Zhou, you heard wrong."

"How could it be?" Friday walked up to Song Ci, stared at the bubbling porridge in the pot, and asked Song Ci: "Did you quarrel?"

Song Ci had no choice but to tell Friday what happened at the dinner table. When Friday heard this, he immediately rubbed his hands and said, "Do you still have Song Fei's virus medicine? If you have some, give me some and I'll keep them. If anyone dares to offend me later, I will drug him!"

Song Ci pushed Friday out of the kitchen, "No, no! Don't even think about it!"

Han Zhan's voice suddenly broke in, "What are you doing?" Han Zhan's eyes were like ice picks, which stung Friday everywhere.

Song Ci looked up in surprise and saw Han Zhan standing on the last step holding the railing, staring at her and Friday.

Song Ci said: "What are you doing down here! If you don't feel well, just lie down for a while!"

Han Zhan walked over slowly and saw Song Ci's hands still on Wu Wu's shoulders, keeping pushing Wu Wu.

While taking Song Ci's hand off, he gently educated her: "Your hands are stained with vegetable scraps. It's impolite to push others like this."

Han Zhan held Song Ci's hand and said to Friday: "Song Ci is ignorant and has delayed your old man's rest time. Uncle, go to bed quickly."

Friday, who is not very old, felt a bit sad when he heard this. He whispered: "I am only fifty-two years old, still young."

Han Zhan didn't speak, but looked at Friday with a gentle expression.

Friday, a country doctor, had never seen someone with such a powerful aura as Han Zhan. He glanced at Song Ci playfully and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll go to bed now. Girl Song, remember to clean the pot for me when the porridge is cooked."

"Okay Uncle Zhou."

Seeing Friday going upstairs to sleep, Han Zhan took Song Ci into the kitchen and put her hands under the water faucet to rinse.

Song Ci looked at Han Zhan's side face in a funny way and said, "My grandson is about to be born, so you have different targets for your jealousy."

Han Zhan: "You are so good-looking. From the bad old man in his sixties to Long Gaogao in his teens, there are many people who miss you."

His wife is too beautiful and he has too many love rivals, so he has to be on guard at all times. "What if you run away if I don't take precautions?"

Thinking of Song Ci's harsh words before leaving for the mission, Han Zhan said sourly: "A young wolf dog is as good as a young wolf dog, and an old wolf dog is as good as an old wolf dog. If I don't pay attention, you will run to other wolves." "I fell into my arms, and I really became a lone wolf."

The lone wolf in the northwest is about to become a single lone wolf.

Song Ci was amused by Han Zhan, "Why are you so boring?"

Han Zhan asked her: "Then you like Ming Sao?"

Song Ci stopped the topic, not wanting to continue talking about such boring content with Song Ci. "I came down just to see what you were doing."

Han Zhan hugged Song Ci's waist from behind and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time. I always miss you when you are out of my sight."

"Where can I learn such earthy love words?" Song Ci felt embarrassed hearing this.

Han Zhan chuckled, "No need to learn, everything I said is true." The words of love are a bit crude, but the thought of missing Song Ci is true.

While Song Ci was making porridge, she also made some appetizers for Han Zhan. These were all the ingredients that were requested from the kitchen on Friday morning.

While Song Ci was cooking, Han Zhan kept holding her in his arms, looking disgusting and crooked.

After eating some porridge, Han Zhan felt better.

After the exam, this dormitory building was basically empty. Currently, only sisters Song Ci and Friday live there. Now there is Han Zhan.

After eating, Song Ci locked the dormitory door and returned to the room with Han Zhan.

Han Zhan was still weak, so he lay on the bed and stroked his stomach. His stomach felt warm after drinking porridge. Touching it, Han Zhan suddenly thought of what happened this afternoon.

He was a little distracted.

Song Ci cleaned up and lay down next to him. Seeing Han Zhan in a daze, Song Ci asked him, "Brother Han, what are you thinking about?"

Han Zhan didn't agree.

Song Ci poked Han Zhan's face with his finger, "Han Zhan, come to your senses!"

Han Zhan finally came to his senses.

He squeezed Song Ci's naughty hand and heard Song Ci ask him: "What did you do today?"

"Master Mo took me around, showed me the medicine field, and asked me indirectly if I had any plans to open a pharmaceutical company. If so, he probably wanted to sell me some prescriptions."

They all want to sell prescriptions for money. Is the Mo family short of money?

Song Ci guessed what Han Zhan was thinking. She said: "Since the influx of Western medicine into the country, Chinese medicine is indeed not as profitable as it was in ancient times. The Mo family is not really a noble person. They also pursue fame, wealth and status. Recognize the situation , it’s normal to want to make money.”

"Um."

"By the way, he also took me to Shensi Tower and told me how powerful their ancestor Mo is and how prestigious he is in the world of traditional Chinese medicine."

Han Zhan snorted coldly, "You're really awesome, a peerless scumbag." The scumbag was better than Chen Shimei.

After thinking for a while, Han Zhan said, "I saw the Sun-Chasing Arrow today." When we arrived at Mo Clan yesterday, it was almost dark. When Han Zhan passed by Shensi Tower, he didn't pay attention to the Sun-Chasing Arrow.

After seeing the Sun-Chasing Arrow today, Han Zhan always felt a little uncomfortable. He said: "There is something evil about that bow and arrow. I touched it today and it made me feel very uncomfortable. Even now, when I think about that bow and arrow, my heart aches."

Song Ci thought about it seriously and said hesitantly: "Perhaps you feel the resentment of Sun Chaser Arrow."

"Maybe."

Han Zhan didn't think about it deeply and fell asleep holding Song Ci in his arms. The next day, Song Ci continued to make medicine, and Song Fei pretended to appreciate the scenery while placing monitors in various secret corners.

As for Han Zhan, he was always restless. After Song Ci left, he came to Shensi Building alone again. When he got there, he unexpectedly saw Friday somewhere.

Friday took the initiative to greet Han Zhan, "Mr. Han, what a coincidence."

Han Zhan walked slowly towards Wu Wu and found that Wu Wu was also looking at the Sun-Chasing Arrow. Han Zhan walked towards Wu Wu and asked, "Mr. Wu, what do you think of this bow and arrow?"

"It is the most loyal weapon in the world," Friday said.

From Song Ci's description, Han Zhan already knew that Friday's ancestor and Patriarch Mo knew each other. Han Zhan asked Wu Wu: "Mr. Zhou, what kind of person is this Nangong Immortal?"

Friday: "Ancestor from six hundred years ago, how do I know?"

Friday shrugged, walked up to the stage, and crouched under the Sun-Chasing Arrow.

He stared at the words Nangongxian for a moment, and then said: "This Nangongxian is really a strange woman. She was born very petite. At that time, many people asserted that Nangongxian would not grow up. Nangongxian would not grow up. The old gentleman is a military officer. He doesn't believe what the fortune teller says. Whenever he has free time, he practices martial arts with his daughter, hoping to give her a healthy and strong body."

"Under the good intentions of Mr. Nangong, General Nangongxian has really grown up and is still very strong. Because he has practiced martial arts with his father since he was a child and studied military books, General Nangongxian yearns very much to gallop on the battlefield and kill the enemy to protect his family. country."

"It is said that General Nangongxian always dresses like a boy. At that time, many people didn't know that the tomboy next to Mr. Nangong was actually a girl."

"When General Nangongxian was fourteen years old, the new prince moved into the East Palace, and the court began to select concubines for the prince. That year, all unmarried girls over fourteen years old had to participate in the draft."

"It is said that although General Nangongxian was dressed as a man, he was very beautiful. At that time, the prince fell in love with Nangongxian at a glance. However, Nangongxian did not have a good impression of the prince. The battlefield she longed for was not willing to be locked up in the East Palace. A canary, so I rejected His Highness the Crown Prince."

"At that time, the world belonged to the emperor, and all beauties also belonged to the emperor. If Nangongxian dared to reject the prince, he would lose his head. But the prince was a wise man. After he learned about Nangongxian's ambition, he There was a fight with Nangong Xian. In the end, Nangong Xian won, so the prince let go and let Nangong Xian leave the East Palace and go to the battlefield."

"General Nangongxian went to the battlefield at the age of fifteen and died young at the age of twenty-five. She dominated the battlefield for ten years, and not a single city at the border was lost. At that time, Nangongxian was the God of War! With her in the Luo Dynasty, it was stable .”

Wu Wu turned around and smiled at Han Zhan. He said: "These are all recorded in history books and are true." Wu Wu pointed at the bow and arrow on his head and told Han Zhan: "It is said that this sun-chasing arrow was given by the prince." A weapon for Nangong Xian.”

Han Zhan listened very attentively and found that Friday suddenly stopped talking. Han Zhan couldn't help but ask: "Is that all?"

"I only know this. After all, after six hundred years, whether it is the God of War Nangong Xian, the Medical Saint Mo Liansheng, or the Holy Lord Dugu Jie, they are just a handful of loess underground."

It's a bit sad to say.

Six hundred years ago, Nangong Xian, Dugu Jie, and Mo Liansheng were all the rulers of that era. But no matter how powerful a person is, there will only be a handful of loess left after death.

Friday stood up, patted his butt, and asked Han Zhan: "Mr. Han is very interested in Sun Chaser Arrows? Do you want to move home and collect them?"

Han Zhan said with a smile: "How can it be possible? This is the treasure of the Mo family. Even if I have a lot of wealth, I can't take it home."

"We can't take it home either," Friday said with a smile.

Hearing this, Han Zhan felt strange, "What do you mean?"

Pointing to the Sun-Chasing Arrow on Friday, he said: "No one can take this Sun-Chasing Arrow. When Nangongxian died, the Sun-Chasing Arrow sealed his spiritual consciousness."

"No one in the Mo family could take the bow and arrows at that time, so they had to bring over the stand where the bows and arrows were placed."

Han Zhan said: "How is that possible? It only has a bow and arrow, how heavy can it be?"

"Don't believe it." Seeing that Han Zhan did not believe in evil on Friday, he rolled up his sleeves on his arms, then squatted into a horse stance, holding the Sun-Chasing Arrow with both hands, and raised it vigorously.

The arrow is motionless!

I tried several times around, but still no success.

He held back his strength until he blushed.

Friday stood up, shook his numb hands, and said, "It's really heavy."

Han Zhan saw that Friday didn't look like he was acting, so he became a little suspicious of this. Is this bow and arrow really that heavy? He said, "Here, let me try."

Friday: "You try, you try, do you think that just because you are good-looking, Sun Chaser will treat you differently?"

Han Zhan felt that the suit jacket on his body was in the way, so he took off his jacket and handed it to Friday, "Mr. Zhou, please help me take off my clothes."

On Friday, he hugged Han Zhan's suit jacket and watched Han Zhan's embarrassment at leisure. With Friday's attempt ahead of him, Han Zhan also squatted down, exerted all his strength, held the Sun-Chasing Arrow with both hands, and lifted it up with all his strength!

Snapped--

Han Zhan suddenly fell backwards and fell onto the high platform!

When he fell, he actually held up the Sun-Chasing Arrow with both hands!

Wu Wu couldn't care less about laughing at how embarrassed Han Zhan looked at this moment. He looked at the Sun-Chasing Arrow in Han Zhan's hand in surprise.

The Sun-Chasing Arrow, which he couldn't move even with all his strength, was held easily in Han Zhan's hand, as if it didn't weigh much!

Han Zhan stood up, padded the bow and arrow in his hand, and said, "It must be 140 pounds." A soldier who can draw a 120-pound bow and arrow is considered an elite soldier. A soldier who can draw a 140-pound bow and arrow is qualified to accompany the emperor on hunting expeditions.

Han Zhan was very strong, so the bow felt a bit heavy when he held it. "It's quite heavy, but it's not so heavy that I can't lift it." He naively thought that the bow and arrow was very heavy, so he tried his best, but ended up falling on his back.

Friday said nothing, but looked at Han Zhan strangely, his fingers trembling slightly. "You..." Seeing Han Zhan put the Sun-Chasing Arrow back to its original position on Friday, he took a shallow breath and then said, "It's because I'm weak."

Han Zhan patted Wu Wu on the shoulder and said, "People are like this when they get old." He was different in his prime.

Friday didn't know what he was thinking. He wasn't angry when Han Zhan teased him like this. He just said absentmindedly: "I haven't finished planting the herbs yet. I'm busy. Mr. Han, excuse me."

Friday walked quickly towards the cable car parking area behind Shensi Building. When he reached the eaves of Shensi Building, he couldn't help but look back at Han Zhan.

There is a saying that Friday did not tell Han Zhan. It is said that after the Sun-Chasing Arrow seals the spiritual consciousness, it cannot be shaken except by the owner.

The Sun-Chasing Arrow has only two owners in its life, and its real son is Dugu Jie, the Taiping Emperor of the Luo Dynasty! Dugujie gave the Sun-Chasing Arrow to Nangong Fairy Queen back then. The Sun-Chasing Arrow accompanied Nangong Fairy on her expeditions to the north and south for many years before she recognized her as its master.

Of course, these are just legends. After all, whether Sun Chaser Arrow has spiritual consciousness is a mysterious thing in itself.

Friday shook his head, secretly thinking that he was just thinking wildly. Maybe it was because he and the Mo family were too weak to move the Sun-Chasing Arrow, which weighed more than 100 kilograms.

I went to the medicine field to plant medicine on Friday and met Song Fei on the way.

Friday stopped the other party, and "Song" noticed that Mo Fengying was standing not far behind Song Fei. Friday quickly changed his words and said, "Song Ci girl, what are you doing?"

Song Fei was holding a pot of cherries in her hand, which was brought over by Han Zhan. She said: "I will send some cherries to Mrs. Mo."

Friday walked over quickly, grabbed a handful of cherries from the pot, and ran away with a guilty conscience.

Song Fei didn't care about Friday. She walked towards Mo Fengying with a fruit plate and asked her, "Where is your mother?"

Mo Fengying said: "My mother is not feeling well and is resting."

"What's wrong with Mrs. Mo?"

Mo Fengying shook her head, "It's just dizziness."

Song Fei had already put antidote to the virus in Mrs. Mo's daily tea. Apparently Mrs. Mo's headache had nothing to do with the virus.

"Can I go see her?" Song Fei imitated Song Ci's smile and said to Mo Fengying: "Han Zhan brought these cherries here. You must eat them as soon as possible, otherwise they will spoil."

Cherries are rare this season and are considered a curiosity. Mo Fengying looked back at her mother's bedroom upstairs, thought for a moment, and said, "I'll call my mother and ask."

Mo Fengying called her mother in front of Song Fei. After receiving Mo Fengying's affirmative answer, Mo Fengying took Song Fei to Mrs. Mo's bedroom.

Mrs. Mo was lying on the bed, in low spirits, her face was pale, and she really looked sick.

Seeing Song Fei coming, Mrs. Mo slowly sat up and leaned against the bedside to talk to Song Fei.

"It's not easy to get such fresh cherries this season." Mrs. Mo tasted a few cherries and noticed that Mo Fengying was still guarding the room. She grabbed a handful of cherries and gave them to Mo Fengying, "Fengying , let me talk to Song Ci. Aren’t you going to study with your grandpa this afternoon? Then go quickly and don’t delay the business. "

Seeing that Mrs. Mo was feeling better, Mo Fengying pinched the cherries and turned around to leave.

Song Fei stood by the window and looked downstairs. She saw Mo Fengying riding a bicycle to Mo Zhangkuang's house, and then she turned to look at Mrs. Mo.

Mo Yang put down the cherry in his hand with a sad look on his face.

"Mrs. Mo, you look very unhappy. Are you hiding something on your mind?" Song Fei actually knew exactly what was troubling Mo Yang.

Mrs. Mo took out a photo from under her pillow.

Song Fei glanced at the photo in her hand and saw a handsome young man.

Mrs. Mo murmured: "This is my eldest son."

Song Fei nodded.

Mrs. Mo said sadly: "When I was still in confinement, I was forcibly taken back to the Mo tribe by Mo Suixin. I don't even know what the child looks like." She touched the child in the photo through the layer of cold plastic. face, she was looking forward to meeting her child.

"Look, isn't he handsome?" Moyang handed the photo to Song Fei.

Song Fei took the photo and looked at it carefully. The photo showed a young man wearing a denim shirt. He had a slender figure and a bright and handsome appearance. He was a boy at the school's elite level.

"It's not bad." Song Fei returned the photo to Moyang, and she asked, "How old is this child?"

Moyang wiped away her tears before saying, "He is 22 years old. I heard that he is very talented in painting and has held an art exhibition at a young age."

"I really want to see him." Mo Yang is a painting enthusiast himself. Knowing that his eldest son likes painting as much as himself, Mo Yang misses his eldest son even more.

Song Fei knew that Mo Yang could not leave the Mo clan. Mo Suixin doted on her and loved her, but he would not let her leave the clan.

He wanted to keep Moyang in captivity and be his only canary.

Song Fei deliberately provoked Mo Yang: "You can go out and see him. It's been so many years, and the head of the Mo family should not be so fussy anymore."

Song Fei's words gave Moyang hope. "Really?"

Song Fei: "How will you know if you don't try?"

Moyang nodded, "You're right, I should talk to him." She has been obediently staying in the Mo clan for these years. She has been obedient for twenty years. If she wants to see her son, she should , not too much, right?