Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Chapter 335: Too Beautiful Wife, Too Many Love Rivals, Han Zhan’s Endless Jealousy

Song Ci said, “I’ll apologize on his behalf. It’s also your fault for always threatening him in the past. He finally found a chance to take revenge today. It would be strange if he could hold it in.”

“Han Zhan is about to collapse. Song Fei, can you give me the antidote since he’s still injured?”

There were so many Chinese medicine big shots in the Mo family. Song Ci could easily find a doctor to treat Han Zhan. However, she didn’t look for a doctor. Instead, she came to ask Song Fei for the antidote, mainly because she wanted to save Song Fei’s face and make her calm down.

Song Fei understood what Song Ci meant, but she wasn’t willing to let Han Zhan off so easily.

She could still smell the fishy grass in her throat. It was really uncomfortable.

Song Fei rolled his eyes and had a bad idea. “It’s fine if you want the antidote, but you have to stand in the corridor and say loudly three times that Han Zhan is a bitch in front of me, and I’ll give you the antidote.”

Song Ci heard this rude request and frowned. “Don’t go too far.”

Song Fei: “Then there’s no antidote.”

Song Ci could only take a step back. “I’ll go ask!”

Song Ci quickly ran back to her room and told Han Zhan about Song Fei’s rude request with a helpless expression. “Han Zhan, Song Fei refused to give me the antidote and said...”

Han Zhan: “What does she want you to do?”

Song Ci stammered and said, “She wants me to stand in the corridor and say three times... three times...” Staring at Han Zhan’s weak gaze, Song Ci said weakly,” Han Zhan is a bitch. ”

Han Zhan almost fainted, but he couldn’t.

Han Zhan’s stomach started to feel uncomfortable again. He ran to the toilet weakly and squatted for a few minutes. When he came out again, Han Zhan’s face looked even weaker.

“Song Ci, promise her.” Han Zhan accepted his fate. He didn’t dare to bully Song Fei anymore.

Song Ci was speechless.

After a while, Song Ci’s voice sounded in the corridor.

“Han Zhan is a b*tch.”

“Han Zhan is a b*tch.”

“Han Zhan is a bitch...”

Han Zhan squatted in the toilet, listening expressionlessly as he made a mental note of this.

Han Zhan drank the antidote and his stomach felt better.

Song Ci gave Han Zhan some salt water and fed it to him. Then she borrowed a pot from Zhou Wu and cooked a pot of porridge.

Song Ci was cooking downstairs. Zhou Wu stood at the kitchen door and asked her, “Did you just call your husband a bitch upstairs?”

Song Ci naturally had to protect Han Zhan’s face. She shook her head and said, “No, no, Uncle Zhou, you heard wrongly.”

“How could it be...” Z walked to Song Ci and stared at the porridge bubbling in the pot. He asked Song Ci,” Did you fight? ”

Song Ci had no choice but to tell Zhou Wu what happened at the dining table. When Zhou Wu heard that, he immediately rubbed her hands together and said, “Do you still have Song Fei’s viral medicine? If you do, give me some. I’ll keep it. If anyone dares to offend me, I’ll drug them!”

Song Ci pushed Zhou Wu out of the kitchen. “No, no! Don’t even think about it!”

Han Zhan’s voice suddenly cut in. “What are you guys doing?” Han Zhan’s eyes were like icicles, piercing Zhou Wu everywhere.

Song Ci looked up in surprise and saw Han Zhan standing on the last step of the stairs, holding the railing. He was staring at her and Zhou Wu.

Song Ci said, “Why did you come down? If you’re not feeling well, just lie down!”

Han Zhan walked over slowly and saw that Song Ci’s hands were still on Zhou Wu’s shoulders, and she was still pushing Zhou Wu.

As he took Song Ci’s hand down, he lectured her in a gentle voice, “Your hand is stained with vegetable crumbs. It’s not polite to push others like this.”

Han Zhan held Song Ci’s hand and said to Friday, “Song Ci is insensible and delayed your rest time. Uncle, you should go to sleep.”

Zhou Wu, who was not very old, felt his teeth ache when he heard this. He whispered, “I’m only 52 years old, I’m still young.”

Han Zhan didn’t say anything and only looked at Zhou Wu with a gentle expression.

Zhou Wu was just a country doctor, had never seen a person with such a strong aura like Han Zhan. He looked at Song Ci playfully and said with a smile, “Okay, I’ll go to sleep then. Little Song, remember to wash the pot clean when the porridge is ready.”

“Okay, Uncle Zhou.”

Seeing that Zhou Wu had gone upstairs to sleep, Han Zhan brought Song Ci into the kitchen and washed her hands under the tap.