Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci was a little surprised.

Song Ci: [Discharged? what did the doctor say? 】

Mu Qiu: [What can the doctor do? Without the right heart, it is useless to live in the hospital. After staying in the hospital for more than a month, I was about to get mold and wanted to go out and have a look. 】

Song Ci: [Did father and mother agree? 】

Mu Qiu: [It's all to this point, what's the use of them disagreeing? 】

Song Ci didn't know how to persuade Mu Qiu.

From her standpoint, she actually agreed with Mu Qiu's approach. Knowing that he is going to die, rather than living in the hospital and waiting to die, it is better to leave the hospital and do what you want to do.

Mu Qiu said again: [Sister, when are you going to get married? 】

Mu Qiu stood in front of the window of the ward, looking at the young people who were talking and laughing on the playground of the hospital downstairs, her expression was a little lonely. Mu Qiu opened the window and let the hot air in. Despite the heat wave, she felt the power of life.

The phone vibrated, and Mu Qiu lowered his head to see Song Ci's reply.

Song Ci: [It hasn't been decided yet, what's wrong? 】

Mu Qiu rubbed his eyes, resisting the urge to cry. She tapped the next sentence and sent it.

Mu Qiu: [I want to be your bridesmaid and accompany you into the marriage hall. 】

Song Ci looked at the text message with some hesitation, but in the end she replied with a good word. �€�

After the meal, Han Zhan took Song Ci back to his office.

There is a small bed in Han Zhan's office, one meter three to five wide, on which Song Ci rests alone, with a thin blanket covering his legs. Han Zhan didn't sleep, he sat on the sofa and read the documents.

Song Ci listened to the sound of the paper flipping, and she suddenly said, "Are we going to have a wedding?"

Han Zhan raised his mouth and said, "Of course. How can a couple not have a wedding?"

Song Ci said subconsciously, "But in a year, we are going to divorce, so it won't end well then."

The smile on Han Zhan's face suddenly disappeared. He looked away from the document and looked at Song Ci. Song Ci still closed her eyes, not knowing that Han Zhan had raised his head and was staring at her with a deep and unpredictable gaze.

Song Ci didn't hear the sound, and thought that Han Zhan was fascinated by the document, so he didn't speak.

Han Zhan put the documents on the small coffee table cabinet beside him. He got up and walked to the bedside, looking down at Song Ci. Song Ci finally sensed something was wrong. She opened her eyes, and her eyes collided with Han Zhan's deep eyes.

Startled, Song Ci was a little frightened, "Han Zhan"

Han Zhan suddenly asked her, "When will your period end?"

Song Ci was taken aback.

Her face changed slightly, and she replied, "It will end the night before yesterday." Her period came on the 15th, and it usually ends in five days. After answering, Song Ci was a little uneasy. She had a hunch that what Han Zhan was going to say next was not a good thing.

Han Zhan nodded and said calmly, "Tomorrow night, make time for yourself."

They were all adults, so how could Song Ci not understand what Han Zhan wanted her to do to make time for her. There was no smile on her face, nor could she smile. What Han Zhan really wanted to do, not to mention she was wearing a neck brace, even if she was wearing a ventilator, Han Zhan could do the same.

Such Han Zhan is a little ruthless.

"Okay." Song Ci also had no right to refuse.

Han Zhan suddenly said: "We have to change the transaction content."

Song Ci asked in confusion, "Where to change it?"

Han Zhan said: "The one-year deadline is void."

Song Ci raised her head suddenly, but heard Han Zhan say again, "I'm pregnant in October, and there's little chance that I'll be able to conceive a child within two months. In this way, when the child is born, the contract ends."

This proposal is reasonable and reasonable, but Song Ci's heart is a little boring.

She could only agree. "it is good."

After she said this good word, Han Zhan's face seemed even more ugly.

Song Ci didn't know why Han Zhan was unhappy, but she didn't feel well, so she couldn't tell why. Song Ci couldn't sleep anymore. She sat up from the bed and said to Han Zhan, "You have to work in the afternoon, so I won't bother you anymore. I'll go back first."

Han Zhan watched her stand up, put on her high heels, like a proud princess, tried to straighten her back, and walked calmly towards the door of the room.

Han Zhan pulled on his tie and suddenly stopped her. "Song porcelain."

Song Ci stopped, but did not look back.

Han Zhan looked at her thin and stubborn back. He said, "I will ask someone to choose a good day for marriage. You can arrange the wedding according to your preferences. You can invite anyone you want."

With her back to Han Zhan, Song Ci laughed at herself, then turned her head and said to Han Zhan as usual, "I don't have many friends to invite, how about you?"

The first lady, Song Ci, has a wide range of friends, and she can run into several acquaintances at any high-end restaurant. But she says she doesn't have many friends to invite

Is it because there are no friends to invite, or do you want them to come? If it's the latter, then why don't you want them to come?

Han Zhan subconsciously glanced at his right hand. Song Ci is so young, beautiful and popular. It's not a last resort, how could she marry a disabled person?

Han Zhan was particularly uncomfortable. Hiding his emotions well, Han Zhan told Song Ci: "My family here, I will invite you, you don't have to worry."

"it is good."

After Song Ci left, Han Zhan stared at the sheets where Song Ci had slept, showing a puzzled and hurt expression. Is he not good enough? Why is she always thinking about the divorce a year later? Obviously yesterday, she also said that he was very good and that she was reluctant to leave him.

Laying down in the place where Song Ci lay, Han Zhan raised his right hand and placed it in front of him. He remembered some dusty past events many years ago——

"Azhan, I'm going to change jobs and go to a better entertainment company. They promise to make a tailor-made album for me every year, and they will definitely give me a concert within three years."

He was lying on the bed, looking at the bright woman and listening to her talk about her work. He was sincerely happy for her and hoped that she could go further. After hearing that, he happily said to her, "Congratulations."

But the woman couldn't smile. She looked at the man on the bed, and her eyes turned red.

Her eyes were full of reluctance, pity, pain, and cruelty.

That look made Han Zhan uneasy.

"The new company contract is a bit harsh. They asked me not to fall in love within five years. Within eight years, I would not be able to get married." After that, the woman shed tears.

In his unbelievable gaze, she cried bitterly and said, "Azhan, let's break up."

After his finger was amputated and the wound was still bloody, the lover who had known him for seven years and had been in love for five years broke up with him without warning.

Just because he broke two fingers, he ruined his future!

Han Zhan took off his gloves, took off his prosthetic fingers, and looked at the scars left by the amputation operation on the bases of his fingers, his face was a little dejected.

He suddenly woke up.

He is 32 years old, he is disabled, Song Ci has clearly said that she married him only because he can bring her a strong backing. There is no emotion between them.

If it wasn't his identity, how could Song Ci see him?

It's him, Toad has no self-consciousness to be a Toad.

Han Zhan shook his head and laughed.