Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci didn't hide Han Zhan's plans. She told Han Zhan: "I am trying to make money. I know a singer and plan to cooperate with him. I compose for him, and he gives me 30%."

Song Ci thought that Han Zhan would ask her if the other party was a man or a woman, but Han Zhan asked, "Are you short of money?"

"Well, I'm short of money." Song Ci, who was short of money, was a little shy.

Han Zhan wanted to say that he could help her. But before he could say this, Han Zhan remembered that Song Ci was crying and confessing his feelings to him on the street that night. In the end, Han Zhan decided not to interfere with Song Ci's decision.

Song Ci has her pride, and he decided to respect her decision.

"Okay, I'm going to sleep first."

"it is good."

In the morning, Song Ci went to the lying hospital again. Seeing that Li's mother was recovering well, she was relieved. When returning home at noon, Song Ci went to QQ again and received a reply from Liang Bo.

Liang Bo: [Goddess, you are amazing! I have a big vote with you! 】

Liang Bo: [However, I am curious, why did you choose me? 】

Liang Bo has already heard Song Ci's arrangement, which is very good. He looped the single for a whole morning, and just improvised, he wrote a lyric for Song Ci's arrangement in only fifteen minutes.

"You used to make me very happy, but now I feel lonely when I think about it. Love made me the type of me I hate the most." Liang Bo hummed the lyrics and matched the melody arranged by Song Ci, feeling that the song was going to be a hit.

Song Ci stared at the second reply and smiled before replying to Liang Bo: [I choose you, naturally because of your talent. Otherwise what do you think it is? 】

Liang Bo made a shy look. [Hate, I thought you had a crush on me. 】

Song Ci pursed her lips, thinking that this thing has always been a mouthful.

Song Ci: [18XXX, this is my phone number, please call if anything happens. 】

Song Ci: [Solemn statement: I only love my brother Han. 】 After sending the message, Song Ci went offline. She went to WeChat again, and when she opened the Moments, she saw that Mu Qiu had updated a post.

She said: [I went to attend the funeral of a strange old man today. The scene was very quiet, there were no mournful cries or sad memories. Everyone said goodbye to the old man quietly, just like chatting. I hope that after I die, no one is allowed to cry for me, I want to go quietly. 】

Song Ci and Mu Qiu had several mutual friends, and she saw that many people were comforting Mu Qiu under the comments.

Song Ci didn't know what to comment, so he simply pretended not to see it.

The next day, Mu Qiu transferred all his savings to an educational charity Gene, and selected five smart and studious children without parents, expressing his willingness to use the money to support their studies.

Mu Qiu's every move was under Long Yu's surveillance. He told Song Ci all the information he had collected over the past few days over the phone.

After Song Ci heard Long Yu's return, she learned that Mu Qiuzhen had used all her savings to help unfamiliar children read, and her doubts deepened. What was it that made Mu Qiu what he looked like later?

Song Ci was puzzled.

Less than half an hour after the call with Long Yu ended, the doorbell rang again. Through the surveillance, Song Ci saw the girl in the pink skirt outside the door, and her expression became alert.

What is Mu Qiu doing here? Song Ci hesitated for a while behind the door before opening the door.

Mu Qiu was carrying several bottles of beer in his hand. She walked in, lifted the wine, and said to Song Ci with a smile, "I heard that brother-in-law is not at home, sister, I'll accompany you to drink."

Both sisters can drink. In the Mu's house, under the starry sky in midsummer, the sisters would also sit on the rooftop, drinking beer bottles and chatting about all kinds of gossip.

Song Ci put Mu Qiu in.

The two sat on the floor in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Song Ci looked at the wine bottles and said, "I make two snacks?"

Mu Qiu put his long hair behind his ear and said, "Okay."

In twenty minutes, Song Ci made a cucumber and fried peanuts. She placed the dishes on a small table and sat on the ground with Mu Qiu. Seeing Mu Qiu snapping open the bottle cap, Song Ci warned her, "Your current body is not suitable for drinking."

Mu Qiu smiled relievedly, "One day, one day, sister, let me have a better time."

What can Song Ci say?

Mu Qiu took a sip of wine and said, "The school has started, and my roommate asked me why I didn't go to school." Mu Qiu lived at the school when he was studying, and only went home during the holidays. Seeing that her bed was empty, her roommate thought she had moved out this semester.

Mu Qiu shrugged and laughed at himself: "How can I reply? Tell them, I'm dying, so I don't need to study?"

Song Ci frowned at her and did not respond to her mockery.

Mu Qiu kept pouring wine, and soon finished three bottles, while Song Ci only drank one bottle. Mu Qiu's alcohol intake was not as good as Song Ci's. After three bottles of beer, Mu Qiu's brain was actually a little dizzy, but his consciousness was still clear.

Holding the wine bottle, she tilted her head to look at Song Ci.

The setting sun shines on Song Ci's body through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her short burgundy hair was covered with a layer of golden light, her porcelain-white cheeks were even more delicate and beautiful, and those brown eyes, like water-cut pupils, were very beautiful. Rao was Mu Qiu, a girl who saw it and was also moved.

"You will always be like this." Mu Qiu said suddenly.

Song Ci looked sideways at her.

Mu Qiu squinted his eyes, frowned and said, "Song Ci has a face as delicate and charming as a rose, but has the arrogance and arrogance of a cold plum. She is charming but not vulgar, and is the real flower of wealth in the world."

Song Ci sneered, "Who said that, it's exaggerated."

Mu Qiu snorted and said, "The senior I had a crush on before, the comment he left on Weibo was written like this."

Song Ci was taken aback.

Mu Qiu reached out and rubbed Song Ci's cheeks, eyes, nose, and mouth. Finally, that hand squeezed Song Ci's cheek. "Do you know how much I hate your face?"

Song Ci knocked off Mu Qiu's hand, the corners of her lips twitched, and her smile was cold, "I know now."

Mu Qiu shook his head.

She put down the wine bottle, leaned over and hugged Song Ci. From a distance, the two sisters were deeply in love.

Mu Qiu said to Song Ci: "I hate you, Song Ci. From the first day you entered my house at the age of thirteen, I hated you. Before you came, everyone praised me. They said I was smart and sensible. , I will definitely make my parents proud in the future. But as soon as you come, I will become that foil."

"I'm pretty, but I'm not as pretty as you."

"Song Ci, what are you doing at my house?"

What are you doing at her house?

Come to be her heart provider! Song Ci felt disgusting in her heart. She answered Mu Qiu expressionlessly: "You have to ask your father, he brought me back to Mu's house."

Mu Qiu was so angry that tears fell on Song Ci's shoulders and wet her skirt.

After a while, Mu Qiu let go of Song Ci's body. She looked at Song Ci's beautiful face with tears in her eyes, and said with resentment, "Why didn't you die in that earthquake?"

This is completely torn.