Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Chapter 313: Good Looks Can’t Be Food, But Good Looks Can Whet One’s Appetite

Han Zhan found all sorts of answers, such as—

[When I was 15 years old, I wanted to steal some forbidden fruit. My mother discovered that there was a condom in my pen bag and nearly killed me. Great, now I don’t have a girlfriend at 25 years old. But I still have to thank my mother for allowing me to give my most precious first time to the woman I truly love.]

[I was born in the 21st century. I read a romance novel when I was 13 years old and wanted to date the school beau. I sent a love letter and the school beau replied that it was too ugly and she didn’t want to date me in this life.]

[When I was 17 years old, I used all my New Year money to buy a VIP concert ticket because I was chasing after my idol. It was already 11pm when the concert ended. I returned home and passed by my family’s breakfast shop. I saw my parents inside preparing steamed buns for tomorrow morning. At that moment, I suddenly realized that I should grow up.]

[At the age of 16, I felt that it was very cool to be a school bully. I always fought with others and felt like I was the boss after being called Brother Tao. After that, I got into a fight and had my leg broken. My father took care of me for two weeks. At night, he couldn’t bear to rent a bed to sleep and just laid a few newspapers on the ground. After that, I stopped fighting. I increasingly realized that the person who could only rely on fighting to solve problems was the truly useless person.]

Han Zhan felt comforted by their replies.

They were all good children of the motherland.

Song Ci carried the sausages she had bought from the auntie next door. Seeing Han Zhan squatting under the tree in front of the chicken coop playing with his cell phone, she walked over and asked him, “Han Zhan, what are you looking at?”

Han Zhan turned off his cell phone and looked back at Song Ci’s fair and alluring face. He asked curiously, “When you were in junior high and senior high school, was there anything that you especially wanted to do but never did?”

Song Ci said, “Yes.”

“Oh, what is it?”

“Cosplay.”

Han Zhan was slightly stunned. “Role-playing...” He knew this thing. Role-playing was a secondary culture. He had seen it on the Internet.

He didn’t expect Song Ci to like this.

“Who do you want to play the most?”

Song Ci smiled sheepishly. She scratched the back of her head and said, “Clown girl.”

Han Zhan didn’t know who the clown lady was and thought she was an ugly freak. He took the time to search for the clown lady’s photo. After reading it, he felt very uneasy.

Han Zhan would never allow Song Ci to wear a dress that didn’t even cover her butt and revealed a large part of her waist. Even if she wanted to wear it, she couldn’t wear it at a comic convention.

In order to cosplay, she had to act as the fairy queen of the Lord of the Rings. She was beautiful, fairy-like, and didn’t show her flesh.

On the way home, Song Ci and Song Fei sat in the same car. Yan Jiang and Han Zhan got into the same car. On the way, Han Zhan said, “Let’s have dinner at my house tonight. Stay at my house tonight.”

“That’s our plan.”

“Mmm.”

At around 3pm in the afternoon, Sicilio’s family of four arrived at Wangdong City. Cheng Yanmo personally drove to fetch them. Seeing Cheng Yanmo, Program and Su Qingjia broke free from Sicilio’s arms at the same time and slid to the ground, running towards Cheng Yanmo.

Su Qingjia was still so fat. She was like a little cannon... She bounced into Cheng Yanmo’s arms, causing his legs to hurt. Program was still small, so when he ran, his butt would twist and turn slightly slower.

“Father!”

Cheng Yanmo was very satisfied to have his legs hugged by the two little guys. He shot Sicilio a provocative and smug look before carrying the two children.

But Sicilio wasn’t jealous this time. He pitied Cheng Yanmo. For a whole year, he could only spend the next few days with the children.

On the way home, the two children sat in the children’s seats. Su Huanyan sat in the back row, while Sicilio and Cheng Yanmo sat in the front row.

Cheng Yanmo drove the car and pretended to speak politely to Sicilio. “Are all your injuries healed?”

Sicilio was flattered. He didn’t expect Cheng Yanmo to care about him. “It’s all better.”

“Aren’t you busy recently? It’s the new year here. What about your work?”

Sicilio said, “Orianna and Su Wen will help deal with it.”