Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Chapter 451 Song Ci does not supervise the work, but stays with her husband (5)

Han Zhan walked out of the conference room, walked around a winding corridor, and returned to his office area.

He pushed open the office door and walked in, and saw Song Ci playing darts.

Han Zhan walked over quietly, hugged Song Ci's body from behind, and placed his palm on her abdomen. "When did you come here? You didn't even call me in advance."

"Brother Long said you were in a meeting, so I didn't disturb you." Song Ci threw the darts out, turned around, looked up and said to Han Zhan: "I'm going to Belgium tomorrow afternoon. I miss you. Come and stay with me." you."

Han Zhan frowned slightly, looking embarrassed. He said: "Today is the bimonthly international summary meeting and cannot be moved." He also wanted to accompany Song Ci, but the schedules of the heads of each district were very tight and could not be changed casually.

Song Ci said understandingly: "It doesn't matter, we will talk again after you finish the meeting."

"Okay." Han Zhan felt that everyone from Song Ci was here and it was a shame to leave her alone in the office.

After thinking for a while, Han Zhan said, "How about you go to my conference room to play?"

"Ah?" Song Ci asked him: "What are you playing for? See how handsome you are during the meeting?"

Han Zhan: "You can play with your Nuannuan while admiring me at work."

"You are so beautiful!"

Song Ci shook the goosebumps on her body and urged Han Zhan to go to work, "Go to work quickly and buy me a bag."

"No rush." ​​Han Zhan pulled Song Ci to sit on the sofa, and he let Song Ci sit on his lap.

Han Zhan hugged Song Ci's big belly with a pair of long arms. A tired look appeared on his face and he sighed: "I'm a little tired."

Song Ci raised her eyebrows, "What about rest?"

Han Zhan shook his head: "No, I need you to give me a breath of immortality."

Song Ci immediately understood what Han Zhan meant. She held Han Zhan's cheek, brought her lips up and kissed him. "Is it okay?"

Han Zhan shook his head, "Not enough."

He pressed the back of Song Ci's head and tasted the softness.

The kiss was deep and long. Han Zhan attacked the city all the way, and Song Ci almost suffocated under his offensive.

She pushed Han Zhan away with determination, rested her chin on Han Zhan's shoulder, and said breathlessly: "I can't do it anymore, half my life is gone."

Han Zhan found it funny, "Is that all you have?"

Song Ci glared at him and moved maliciously. Now it was Han Zhan's turn to tense up.

"Don't move." His voice became lustful.

Song Ci then stood up from his lap.

She smiled and said: "The toilet is over there, do you want to go there?"

Han Zhan said nothing, staring directly at Song Ci's hands.

Song Ci: "."

She felt something bad and raised her eyebrows, "What's that look in your eyes?"

Han Zhan gave a strong hint: "Your hands are so beautiful. In addition to touching the violin, you can also touch something else." He grabbed Song Ci's hand, pulled her back, and played with her one by one. fingers.

Such beautiful hands, thin and soft, must be very comfortable.

These words sounded familiar to Song Ci. She asked Han Zhan: "Have you ever said this to me?"

"Is there any?" Han Zhan himself felt that these words were familiar, but he couldn't remember when he said them.

He raised his head and saw a cunning light flashing in Song Ci's eyes. Realizing that Song Ci was diverting her attention, Han Zhan patted her waist and said, "Don't change the subject."

Seeing that the method didn't work, Song Ci thought of other ways to evade.

She glanced at the office door and asked, "The door is not locked. Will someone break in suddenly?"

The next moment, Han Zhan said: "Close the door lock." Then Song Ci saw a red light flashing on the office door, and then an intelligent female voice said: "Mr. Han, the door lock has been closed."

Song Ci thought she had traveled through time in a science fiction movie. She raised her eyebrows and asked Han Zhan: "High technology? What is this?"

"The smart brain that Jiang Zhen sent is quite expensive. It's not yet on the market, and it won't be cheap when it does."

Zeus International and F International are now cooperating closely. Jiang Zhen not only wanted to strengthen cooperation with Zeus International, but also wanted to please Han Zhan, his little cousin, so he gave Han Zhan a copy of their company's unlisted smart brain.

"No wonder."

Han Zhan urged Song Ci: "Hurry up."

Song Ci looked back and glanced at the floor-to-ceiling window behind her. She said, "I think let's forget it for today. If someone stands on the other side of the river and looks through a telescope, won't they just see all of us?"

Song Ci approached him and deliberately teased Han Zhan: "You don't want to see the Zeus International boss and his wife trending on Weibo because of this, right?"

Just as Song Ci was about to get up, she heard Han Zhan say again: "Enable concealment mode."

In just a few seconds, the light in the room dimmed. Song Ci turned around in surprise and found that the floor-to-ceiling window was blocked by a black curtain.

That Zhinao came out again to increase his presence, "Mr. Han, the stealth mode has been turned on."

Han Zhan showed a successful smile towards Song Ci. He pressed Song Ci's hand and hinted: "Now there is no need to worry about anything."

Song Ci: Misstep.

Bei Zhan smoked and drank coffee in the leisure area. After playing for forty minutes, he received a text message from Han Zhan asking him to go to a meeting.

He stared at this text message and was very curious. What has Mr. Han been doing in the past forty minutes?

Bei Zhan carried a cup of coffee and returned to the conference room with Li Li, only to find a beautiful woman sitting on the chair below in the conference room.

"Hey, Miss Song?" Bei Zhan stood behind his seat and asked Song Ci: "Is Miss Song here to supervise the work?"

Li Li said nothing, only nodded to Song Ci, then pulled out the chair and sat down.

Song Ci and Han Zhan were misbehaving in the office just now, and then they washed their hands, which were still a little cold.

She stared at her fingertips, blushed slightly, and whispered, "If you don't supervise the work, stay with your husband."

Han Zhan was pleased by his husband's voice. He raised his head and glanced at Song Ci, a smile flashing in his eyes.

"You are abusing me!" He is also a married person, why would he still eat other people's dog food?

Han Zhan: "Can you imitate Li Li and be quieter?"

Bei Zhan looked at Song Ci, then at Han Zhan, and then he sat down in anger.

Song Ci looked at Li Li. Li Li was affected by the divorce. He probably didn't have a good rest last night and had very heavy dark circles under his eyes.

He sat there quietly, motionless. If his eyes hadn't blinked occasionally, Song Ci would have thought he was a mummy.

The conference room became quiet, and Han Zhan said to Cindy: "You can connect now."

"OK."

Cindy began to connect with district leaders from various places.

The meeting lasted for more than an hour before ending.

After it was over, Han Zhan returned to the office and processed the two urgent documents before putting the remaining documents into his briefcase.

He took Song Ci with him to get off work. When passing by the secretary's office, Han Zhan stopped and said to the secretary in charge of his schedule: "I will have a rest tomorrow. If you have urgent matters, you can contact Mr. Bei or Mr. Li."

"Okay Mr. Han."

When they arrived at the underground garage, Han Zhan asked Song Ci: "What do you want to eat?"

Song Ci said: "I want to go back to our small room to stay for one night. Let's cook and eat by ourselves."

The small house refers to the duplex building where Han Zhan and Song Ci first lived. "Okay. Then should I ask Long Yu to pick up the children?"

"No, I have to go back tomorrow morning to pack my luggage. I'll go back tomorrow morning and have lunch with them before flying to Belgium."

"good."

The two of them drove to the supermarket just like they did when they first got married, bought ingredients and went home to cook.

They haven't been back to this house for a long time, and the security guard has changed at some point.

What Han Zhan drove today was not the previous Volvo, but the Aoyu 2 independently developed by his company. This car has not been registered in the community yet.

When they arrived at the gate of the community, the access control rod blocked Han Zhan and the others from outside. The security guard came over, saw two unfamiliar faces, and subconsciously asked: "Hello, are you coming to visit relatives? I need to call your relatives to let them go."

Han Zhan and Song Ci looked at each other, and then laughed at the same time.

The security guard felt confused and looked at Han Zhan and Song Ci as if they were crazy.

What's so funny about this.

Han Zhan took out his ID card, handed it to the security guard, and said, "I am the owner, I rarely come back, and this car is not registered."

The security guard took the ID card with both hands and checked it. After confirming that it was correct, he helped Han Zhan register his car and let them go.

The home is always being cleaned and can be moved in at any time.

Han Zhan was carrying the suitcase in his left hand, with supermarket shopping bags on top. Song Ci carried the piano case on her right shoulder, held Han Zhan's right hand with her left hand, and entered the house with him.

After entering the house, Han Zhan changed his shoes and went to the kitchen to cook. Song Ci wanted to help him, but Han Zhan kicked him out, "Don't come to help, don't fall."

Ever since Su Beibei fell down in the kitchen, Han Zhan had learned a lesson and would not let Song Ci enter the kitchen.

Han Zhan is going to make beer duck and won't be able to have dinner for a while.

Song Ci ate a few cherry tomatoes, opened the piano case, stood in front of the French window and played a song. When Han Zhan heard the familiar tone, he walked out of the kitchen with a kitchen knife and looked at her quietly.

After Song Ci finished playing a piece of music, Han Zhan said, "I know this piece."

Song Ci turned around with the piano in hand and stared at the knife in his hand. She looked away and asked Han Zhan, "What's your name?"

"Zhan." Han Zhan said the name of the piece accurately. He clearly remembered that this piece was improvised by Song Ci at the Opera House during their honeymoon in Sydney. It was inspired by her love for him. .

Although Han Zhan is a tone-deaf person, he still remembers the tune of this piece and can still hum it correctly. Of course, he thought he was humming beautifully, but in fact it was still out of tune.

Song Ci nodded, "That's right."

Thinking that Han Zhan could only sing the national anthem and the song "Same as You", Song Ci suggested: "I will play and you will sing "Same as You", okay?"

Han Zhan nodded, "Okay, you play the music and I'll cut the meat."

Song Ci: "."

The romantic atmosphere was completely destroyed by Han Zhan's words.

Song Ci walked to the restaurant and fixed the violin between her shoulder and chin. She stared at Han Zhan for a moment, then raised the strings and played "Same as You".

When Song Ci played the piano, his whole aura changed.

When she plays the piano, she is the queen of music.

Han Zhan heard the sound of the piano, hummed twice according to the tune, and then sang in a low voice. "Who patted my shoulder gently when I needed it most, and who was willing to share it with me when I was happiest. The days are so long, and I am by your side."

After the performance was over, Song Ci put down the violin and prepared to watch TV. At this time, she heard Han Zhan humming the national anthem in the kitchen.

Song Ci stopped again, picked up the bow, and continued to accompany him.

Han Zhan sang two songs and felt that his soul had been sublimated. He felt like he could debut and hold a concert at any time.

He poured the blanched duck meat into the pot and stir-fried it, humming a tune that changed the tune while frying. No matter how handsome the cooking movements are, the songs he sings are as ugly as they sound.

Song Ci stood in the living room holding the violin, looking at him with interest.

When Han Zhan is cooking, he habitually rolls up the sleeves of his long-sleeved shirt, revealing two strong forearms. Sitting in the office all year round, his suit covered his strong body, which made his skin pale.

Although she is white, she is not girly, and her thin muscles are full of strength.

Han Zhan is tall, has long legs, and has a narrow waist and broad shoulders. Wearing a shirt and suit pants, his figure is even more perfect, and even his butt is very perky.

Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's butt for a long time and sighed: "Old man, stick your butt up."

The duck meat in the pot was sizzling and oil was splashing. Han Zhan didn't hear what Song Ci was saying clearly. He asked without raising his head: "What are you muttering about?"

Song Ci said without changing her expression: "I praise you for your good figure. You have broad shoulders, a thin waist, and long legs. You are handsome, have a sweet mouth, and have a good job."

Han Zhan silently repeated these words in his mind, then looked up at her and praised: "It rhymes quite well."

"You can rhyme with it if you like."