Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci felt amused when she heard this conversation, but she didn't dare to really laugh.

She picked up the red wine bottle on the table and said to Han Aoyu, "Grandpa, don't listen to Brother Han. I know that you can drink a little dry wine for high blood pressure. It's good to control it within 50ml each time."

Han Aoyu laughed, "Song girl is good." He glanced at Han Zhan who looked helpless next to Song Ci, and said yin and yang angrily, "It's not like some people, who are heartless and heartless, and have been raised for 30 years in vain."

Han Zhan was wronged.

Song Ci really only poured a little for Han Aoyu.

Han Aoyu picked up the wine glass, sniffed the aroma of the wine, and showed a look of nostalgia. "If you want to say this wine, it's still delicious from your grandmother. I can't make it as good as hers." Han Zhan's grandmother has been dead for five years.

Perhaps what the old man misses is not the drink, but the person who made it. Song Ci said: "In Song Ci's opinion, the wine brewed by my grandfather is very mellow and wonderful. It is a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to taste my grandmother's winemaking skills. If I have the opportunity, I must ask my grandfather how to make this wine. "

Han Aoyu smiled heartily, patted his legs and said, "When the grapes are ripe next year, go to my place and I will teach you!"

"it is good!"

Yan Jiang's taste buds were aroused by them, he took a sip from the wine glass, and was shocked. "It's delicious, is this really grandpa's wine?"

Han Aoyu raised his head proudly, "Of course."

Yan Jiang applauded very strongly, and praised it vigorously: "This wine has a mellow taste, and it is not inferior to those so-called famous wines in France. Grandpa is amazing!" Yan Jiang pointed to the red wine bottle and asked Han Zhan: "Mr. Han, wait a minute. Decorate it for me later and I'll take it back?"

Han Zhan: "Okay."

"Okay, let's eat." Han Aoyu gave an order, and then everyone picked up the chopsticks and started.

Han Aoyu is getting old, so he has to control his food intake and not eat too full. After eating some dishes, he was basically full, but he didn't leave the table, just sat on the edge and chatted with the young man.

Han Aoyu was a little surprised when he noticed that Song Ci ate a bowl of rice and then went to serve a large bowl. I didn't see it, this girl looked slender and quite edible. It is a blessing to be able to eat well.

When Song Ci was serving food, she peeked at her grandfather, and she was satisfied with the look in her eyes, and she ate harder.

Yan Jiang noticed that Song Ci also finished the second bowl of rice, which was quite surprising, but didn't say anything. Only Han Zhan's eyes were full of smiles.

After dinner, Han Zhan accompanied the old man to play chess in the study. Song Ci was exhausted, opened the drawer, took out the Xiaoshi tablets, and ate two tablets, then walked around in the living room downstairs, digesting and digesting food.

Yan Jiang sat on the sofa and ate the plums brought by the old man. He complained about Song Ci: "Why do you eat so much?"

Song Ci said with a bitter face, "Grandpa likes girls who can eat."

Yan Jiang blinked, sympathizing with Song Ci very much. He looked upstairs and asked Song Ci again: "Han Zhan, his grandfather, what does he do?" Although the old man was dressed as a peasant, he occasionally inadvertently showed a look in his eyes, but it was a kind of iron-blooded killing. Identity should not be simple.

Song Ci said, "You Baidu Soso, Han Aoyu."

Yan Jiang followed suit.

After a while, Yan Jiang put down his phone, shocked. He looked at Song Ci enviously, and sighed, "Song Song, you are married into the General Zhen Guo Mansion!"

It turns out that Han Zhan is Han Aoyu's grandson! With this background, Song Song will never be bullied in his life.

Yan Jiang finally felt at ease, he got up to leave, and when he left, he did not forget to carry a bag of fruits and a bottle of red wine brewed by Mr. Han himself.

After sending Yan Jiang away, Song Ci sent a text message to Han Zhan. [Brother Han, where will Grandpa sleep tonight? 】They only have one bed at home.

When Han Zhan saw the text message, he raised his head and asked the old man, "Grandpa, where are you staying tonight?"

Han Aoyu stared at the chessboard and said, "Your Uncle Zhong has opened a room in the hotel, just take me there later."

"Don't go back to the house?"

"No, if it's known that I'm back and someone comes to visit again, it's troublesome." Han Aoyu left his son, and he said, "When you retire, just do what a retired old man should do. If you shouldn't touch it, don't touch it. "Han Aoyu's eyes see everything clearly.

Han Zhan admired his grandfather, and when he succeeded in his retirement, he would not ask about the world. This was the most sensible approach.

"it is good."

"By the way, the last time I saw you Grandpa Chen, he kept showing me off the chess set you gave him." The old man's tone was sour. What kind of thing is this, my grandson, went to give chess to other old men, why didn't he give it to him?

Han Zhan was a little helpless, he said, "I went back to Shunchen on a business trip last time, and I want to visit Grandpa Chen, so I can't do it empty-handed. Li Li bought that pair of chess, and I have a pair here, which I got from the auction last time. come."

Han Zhan got up and entered the small collection room in the study. After a while, he came out holding a pair of precious chess.

"Little Leaf Red Sandalwood Chess, a fine product, the work of the master sculptor Songshan."

Han Zhan handed the chess to Han Aoyu.

Han Aoyu opened it and took a few glances before he was satisfied.

After stroking the chess pieces, Han Aoyu told Han Zhan about Song Ci. "Song Ci is a good girl who can speak and speak well. She matches you, and her appearance is right. As for her personality, I don't know yet, but I trust your vision."

Han Zhan listened quietly without refuting.

Han Aoyu added: "I don't know why you got married, but you have to remember that the men of our Han family have never had a second marriage since ancient times. It's yours, not yours. When you get to your side, it must be yours."

Han Zhan froze in his heart and understood Han Aoyu's warning.

Han Aoyu is so smart, how could he not see the weirdness of the marriage between Han Zhan and Song Ci. But he won't get into it. He is beating Han Zhan, Song Ci is a good girl, since she brought it up on her own initiative, whether it is false or sincere, she has to be tied to me and bound to death.

The men of the Han family do not have second marriages.

"I understand, Grandpa."

After nine o'clock, the old man was leaving. Song Ci and Han Zhan personally took him back to the hotel. When they arrived at the hotel, Song Ci saw a middle-aged uncle in the room, with bronzed skin and a face with Chinese characters. He didn't look like a talkative person.

"Zhan Zhan." Uncle Zhong saw Han Zhan with a smile on his face. He stared at Song Ci behind Han Zhan again, his smile warmer, "Is this your lover?"

Han Zhan turned sideways, revealing Song Ci's full face behind him in front of Uncle Zhong. "Uncle Zhong, this is my wife, Song Ci." Han Zhan introduced Song Ci again: "Song Ci, this is Uncle Zhong, who watched me grow up when I was a child, and is responsible for taking care of my grandfather."

"Hello, Uncle Zhong."

"Hello."

The couple chatted with Uncle Zhong for more than 20 minutes before leaving.

Zhong Bugui watched Han Zhan and his wife leave. He closed the door, turned and walked into the master bedroom. Seeing that Han Aoyu was twisting the medicine bottle, he walked over to help Han Aoyu pour a glass of water and handed it to him.

Han Aoyu picked up the water glass and swallowed the medicine for high blood pressure. He put down the teacup and murmured, "I always feel that Song girl looks a little familiar. I don't regret whether you feel that way."