Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

"Mr. Yan, would you like to admire your face and have a meal together at noon?" Yan Jiang agreed to play the leading role in her MV. Du Xueyan wanted to get to know him better. Eating is the best opportunity to enhance mutual understanding.

Yan Jiang raised his head, stared at Du Xueyan, and said, "Okay."

Du Xueyan invited Yan Jiang to eat at a western restaurant. Although Du Xueyan is a singer, she is not inferior to actresses in managing her figure and eats very little. Yan Jiang was able to eat, and ate all the food on his plate.

Seeing this, Du Xueyan was a little surprised. Yan Jiang is an actor. If he is fat, it will affect the camera. They are all entertainers, Du Xueyan asked Yan Jiang frankly: "Mr. Yan is not afraid of gaining weight?"

Yan Jiang gave Du Xueyan a wicked smile, and he said to himself: "There's no drama to film, and it's okay to be fat."

Only then did Du Xueyan remember that although the person in front of him was so popular and so red, he really only took over one play. For so many years, he has relied on this face to do business.

Yan Jiang added: "Actually, I don't gain weight." When he was a child, he was malnourished, and Yan Jiang's body has always been very thin. Although he eats a lot now, he doesn't gain much weight.

Du Xueyan listened, envious and jealous.

After dinner, the two separated in the restaurant. Yan Jiang returned to his car and said to his assistant, "Go to Xingyue Music Store." At the piano store, Yan Jiang picked out an antique high-end violin for Song Ci, which cost more than 70,000 yuan.

After buying the piano, Yan Jiang called Song Ci, "I'll come to your house for dinner tonight."

Song Ci: "Yes."

After finishing the call with Yan Jiang, Song Ci called Han Zhan again.

Han Zhan was having a video conference with a German partner. The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated. Han Zhan guessed that it was Song Ci, and hurriedly said to the partner in German to wait a moment.

He stopped and waited patiently.

Han Zhan hung up Song Ci and replied with a text message before continuing the meeting. As soon as the video conference ended, Han Zhan was busy calling Song Ci back as soon as possible.

"Brother Han, is the meeting over?" Song Ci answered the phone as soon as it rang.

"Yeah." Thinking of how Song Ci called out to his brother last night, Han Zhan subconsciously opened the thermos cup and took a sip of warm tea. The more you drink, the hotter your chest gets.

Song Ci said to Han Zhan on the phone: "Yan Jiang wants to come to our house for dinner at night, is it convenient for Brother Han to go home for dinner?" Yan Jiang is Song Ci's best friend, and Song Ci wants to introduce Han Zhan to his friends .

The phrase 'our home' pleases Han Zhan. Han Zhan looked at his watch and said, "What food do I need to bring? I'm off work now, and I'll bring it back by the way." It's not that work is really free, mainly because Song Ci's cooking skills are not suitable for entertaining friends. Can go back to cooking.

Song Ci smiled, and she said, "Okay, then when you come back, how about a bottle of coconut milk. Yan Jiang likes to drink that. And bring a pig's trotter, a bigger one."

Han Zhan's ears moved slightly and asked Song Ci, "Pig's trotters?"

Song Ci hummed, and she asked Han Zhan, "Don't you like to eat pork trotters with sauce?"

The corners of Han Zhan's lips slightly raised, "Well, I like it." After hanging up the phone, Han Zhan picked up the teacup and took another sip, feeling that today's tea is a little sweet, sweet to the heart.

Han Zhan packed up his things, carried his bag and left, and met Li Li in the elevator hallway, who was out to see the return of his partner. Li Li looked at the briefcase in Han Zhan's hand, "Get off work so early?" It was only four o'clock, and Han Zhan was blatantly skipping work.

Han Zhan patted Li Li's arm and said to him, "Understand a lot. When you get married in the future, you will be able to understand me."

Li Li clasped Han Zhan's arm, and asked in a strange tone, "You won't go to the reception organized by Mr. Lin that night?" Mr. Lin is a highly respected senior and the vice president of the Huaxia Chamber of Commerce.

Han Zhan reluctantly rubbed his brows and said, enduring the heartache, "How about a dividend this year and a Porsche as a reward?"

Li Li immediately smiled like a flower. He let go of Han Zhan's arm and waved goodbye to him with a smile: "Mr. Han, walk slowly, see you tomorrow." His face changed like flipping a book, and the speed was astounding.

On the way home from Han Zhan, there is a large vegetable market called Wangjiangshan Vegetable Market.

Han Zhan bought a big pig's trotter, passed the fruit shop, smelled the familiar smell of durian, and his steps became eager. When he was about to reach the gate of the vegetable market, Song Ci called him again.

"Brother Han, can you bring me a durian back?"

Han Zhan took a step.

"it is good."

Song Ci instructed him again: "The ones that are cooked are the ones whose thorns are soft and smell good."

Han Zhan walked back to the fruit shop, endured nausea and dizziness, walked to the durian stall, pinched it, and picked a big and smelly durian. Along the way, Han Zhan smelled the stench and almost vomited it out several times. �€�

Hearing the doorbell, Song Ci opened the door and welcomed Yan Jiang, who was carrying a violin and a bouquet of flowers, into the house.

Song Ci found him a pair of Han Zhan's slippers, which he hadn't opened yet. "Size 46, it's a little bigger than yours, so let's make do with it." Han Zhan's tall feet are also big, and Song Ci's shoes are placed together with him, which is in great contrast.

Yan Jiang didn't dislike it either, and put on his slippers directly. "Alright, I'm wearing a size 44."

Yan Jiang put the violin case in Song Ci's arms and said, "This is the most high-end violin in that violin shop. You can use it first, and I'll buy it for you next time when it's good."

"Thank you." Song Ci put the piano case in the living room, and walked into the kitchen to pour a cup of freshly brewed coffee for Yan Jiang. Yan Jiang stood in the living room looking at Han Zhan's house, Song Ci handed the coffee to Yan Jiang, "Just brewed."

Yan Jiang took the coffee. He pointed to the floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the living room, and said to Song Ci with a smile, "This piece of glass is quite big, it's easy to handle."

Song Ci didn't think much about it, and asked, "what's the matter?"

Yan Jiang: "Every Night Sheng Song"

Song Ci didn't know whether to laugh or cry. As expected of a good friend, Song Ci followed Han Zhan home for the first time. When he saw the window, he thought of those pictures. She stared at the glass with some anticipation, "I must try it another day."

Yan Jiang raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Song Ci opened the piano case, took out the violin, and first looked at the body of the violin. "It's beautiful, I like it very much." Song Ci tried to tune the violin, and after tuning it, she said with some emotion: "The last violin was destroyed in Bijiang City, and that violin was given to me by Master. "

Yan Jiang naturally knew that Song Ci had been learning the violin with Du Junfei since he was a child. He asked Song Ci, "Have you visited Teacher Du all these years?"

Song Ci shook her head. "I'm not ashamed to see you." Song Ci touched the violin, and she felt a little ashamed. She whispered, "After the earthquake, my mental state has been in a bad state. As soon as I touched the bow of the violin, my whole body trembled. I didn't have the face to see him."

In fact, when Song Ci's family went to Bijiang City, the tour was just a matter of convenience. The real purpose was to accompany Song Ci to Jiangdu, which is next to Bijiang City, to participate in the National Youth Violin Competition.