C15

Sitting in Qian's luxurious office, he was secretly escorted back to avoid all the spies and media dogs lying in wait.

Han Tianning had disappeared. He didn't think it was his fault.

But in his mind, he kept seeing the assistant raise her chin and confront him.

And the slim, soft body on the bed.

"I can't find her." Qian Jin sat on the boss's chair, the cigar between his fingers smoking. He rubbed his temples and said, "Hao Jun, if I knew how difficult it would be to get along with Ning Ning …"

"We're fine." Song Haojun finally spoke, interrupting Qian Kun.

"Indeed, I have never seen you 'treating' an assistant with such preferential treatment." Qian Duoduo sighed, "Hao Jun, let's just treat it as my mistake from the beginning. How about I change you to a new assistant?"

Song Haojun was silent for a long time, before slowly exhaling, "I only want Han Tianning."

After saying these words, Song Haojun fell into an endless silence.

Qian Jin frowned. The phone beside his hand rang again.

"Is it all settled in the hospital?" "Fine, Ning Xuemo has not fallen yet?" "No matter what, we have to get her back before the press conference!"

"She has a boyfriend." After Qian Jin hung up the phone, Song Haojun suddenly said.

"You mean she might be with her boyfriend?" Qian Jin's eyes lit up as he asked.

"Maybe." When Song Haojun thought of her boyfriend, he felt extremely disgusted.

Han Tianning, on the other hand, was looking at his studio in surprise.

Those blueprints, the semi-finished clothes, and the finished clothes filled up the room that was a full two hundred square meters.

"Pick one and put it on." He opened a wardrobe and saw many pieces of clothing hanging inside. It was so beautiful that people couldn't tear their eyes away from it.

"These... "So beautiful." With sincere admiration, Han Tianning stood like a maid who had entered a princess' room, watching from afar.

"How about this one?" He took out a long silk dress and walked in front of Han Tianning, gesturing with it. "I was looking for a model around 168cm tall. It was designed according to the size of a woman from the East. The clothes here are a little too big."

Han Tianning looked at the moon-white silk dress and shook his head. "I'd better wait for my clothes to dry."

This kind of magnificent and solemn clothing did not suit her.

"Silk clothes do not hurt the skin. They can be worn as pajamas." Yan Zixian said with a smile.

"For pajamas?" Han Tianning was stunned. The young master was indeed the young master, treating expensive dresses like pajamas …

"If you like wearing my pajamas, then wear mine." Yan Zixian smiled. He had the same good temper as when he was young.

Han Tianning looked at his men's pajamas and immediately said with a slight blush, "I …" Wear yours. "

She couldn't roll around in bed in expensive silk dresses.

"Alright, I want to work overtime and change a few dresses." When Yan Ziyan saw her blushing, he couldn't help but laugh even harder. She hadn't changed at this point, so it was easy for her to blush.

He remembered that when they first met when he was young, although he was the noble young master, no one of the same age would dare to play with him. Only his uncle's daughter, the chef, was willing to take him to play with her. She also dared to chide him when he was in the wrong.

The children's game was always equal and arbitrary, different from the rules set by adults.

Thus, Yanzhi will always remember that summer when a little girl arranged his character. He had violated the rules of the game and was scolded by the little girl. If he did the right thing, he will be sincerely praised by the little girl …

That summer, it was truly enjoyable and became the happiest memory of the past few years.

"Mother Lin, bring Ning Ning to rest." He shouted downstairs.

This was the temporary residence of Yan Zixian with his family on his back. He didn't come back often, so his staff was very "low key", which basically met the needs of normal people.

"Yes, young master." An aunt in her fifties walked up and led Han Tianning downstairs.

"Miss Ning, if there's anything you need for tonight, just press this bell and I'll immediately rush over." Mother Lin was very benevolent. Her movements were slow and her speech was also very slow.

Han Tianning looked at this room. She didn't feel like she was that familiar with her little playmate from more than a month ago, even though they had reunited more than ten years later.

Perhaps this was the congruence of auras, so she was not afraid of resting in such a strange environment.

However, Zhang Qi and Song Haojun's disgust and disappointment with men had reached its peak today.

Fortunately, he was different from them in his period of speaking. He made people feel like he was bathed in spring breeze, and he looked just as adorable as when he was young.

The higher ups had set a time for the press conference. Although they had sealed everyone's mouths, they still had to make the necessary 'clarifications' about the fight.

And the person clarifying the matter was Han Tianning, the assistant of Song Haojun.

Qian had yet to find Han Tianning. He was currently in a rage in his office.

With his eyes below the peak, how could he not find anyone for an entire day?

Han Tianning, on the other hand, quietly disappeared for an entire day. Even as the press conference was about to begin in the afternoon, there was still no sign of her.

"Chairman Qian, there's news." Linda panted as she pushed open the door to the chairman's office, "Yesterday, someone saw Young Master Yan together with Ning Ning Ning, but I'm not sure …"

"Hurry up and give me a call." It didn't matter if he was sure or not. As long as there was hope, he would try, Qian Jin immediately said.

"Alright." Linda looked at the time. There were still six hours before the press conference, but Han Tianning had to come back early to memorize the high-level think-tank speech.

Yan Zixian was sipping his morning tea and having a pleasant conversation with Han Tianning.

In front of Han Tianning, it was as if he had found the most precious memories of his childhood.

His cell phone rang. Yan Zixian looked at the number and immediately stood up before going to the side to answer it.

"Young master, is Han Tianning with you?" Linda asked bluntly.

He glanced at Han Tianning, who was sitting on a chair under a flower vine. She was holding a cup of tea and staring at the honeysuckle on the flower stand. It looked like a beautiful, serene painting. However, there was no trace of happiness in her dark eyes.

Yan Zixian looked away and said to Linda, "No."

"I've already sent someone to your Glazed Mountain villa. Han Tianning has some important work to do in the afternoon. If you have time, come with your staff member Feng Huang." Take the phone from Linda, Qian Jin said.

"Uncle …" Hearing Qian Kun's words, Yan Ziyan felt a little helpless.

"Your parents called me yesterday. There's something I need to talk to you about." Qian emphasized.

"Alright, I understand." He looked at Han Tianning again. The sunlight had filtered through the flower racks at 9: 30 in the morning, casting mottled shadows on her body.

"Uncle has already sent someone here." He placed the phone on the stone table and spoke to the stunned Han Tianning.

"Oh." Han Tianning took a sip of his tea and suddenly let out a smile that was as light as tea. "It's time to work."

"Ning Ning, if you don't want to work, I'll take you for a ride." For some reason, when he saw her smile, a trace of pity arose in his heart and he immediately spoke up.

He still wanted to see that sunny little girl from his childhood.

He did not want to grow up, and all the children had to change, becoming the Molds that everyone wished for.

"Huh?" Han Tianning looked at this young master who didn't understand the hardships of the human world and wanted to laugh. "I've already gone too far. If I escape again, the boss will deduct all my wages. When the time comes, I won't even be able to buy new clothes …"

"I'll design you new clothes." He interrupted her.

Her heart was curled up in discomfort, and the honeysuckle vines in her eyes had become a bit blurry. She remembered a distant afternoon when a boy had told her, "Ning Ning, you don't need to work in the future. I'll work hard and buy you a lot of clothes …

"I'm going to change." Standing up, Han Tianning said as he stopped laughing and looked at the clouds that were slowly covering the sky.

"Wait, I'll get you some clothes." Yan Ziyan revealed a mysterious smile, "Let me show you the results of my overtime work."

Feng Huang's staff drove the car to the door of Yanzhi villa and looked at the young couple standing at the door in surprise.

"Look, I said they'd be surprised." Yan Zixian was very confident in his design, his lips curled up in a beautiful smile.

"But …" "I …" Han Tianning looked at the small gown she was wearing. She was going to work, not participate in the red carpet competition.

"Please, this is the first time my work has met the media." He had learned from somewhere that Han Tianning would be attending a press conference in the afternoon, so he must have asked her to wear a dress of her own design.

"Young Master Yan, Assistant Han, get in the car." The driver was the first to react as he looked at Han Tianning, who was wearing a short, shoulder-revealing gown. The perfect cut completely displayed her petite but beautiful figure.

From time to time, the driver would peek at Han Tianning in the rearview mirror, flabbergasted by his own eyes.

Han Tianning didn't know what material the dress was made of, but the fluffy curves beneath it were so beautiful it made one want to spin. He wasn't used to this sort of attire though.

He was extremely satisfied with his own work and didn't measure up to Han Tianning's. He only made such perfect works based on his impression of Han Tianning. It seemed that he was born to serve the arts.

"Ning Ning, if you still have time, find a stylist to do your hairstyle while you're at it." Yan Ziyan said as he looked at her randomly tied hair.

Her face was small, and it would have been better if her hair had been tied up.

When he thought about her going back to the company, his uncle's eyes lit up and his mood became unusually cheerful.

He likes to make surprises and beauties. Ha, let's shock the whole peak. His model is unique.

When Han Tianning returned to his headquarters, all the staff were gaping in shock at the star-filled Han Tianning, who had changed from an ordinary assistant in one day.

Linda also looked at Han Tianning in surprise. The information in her hands fell to the ground, as she grabbed Han Tianning's arm, going up and down her clothes.

"What brand is this? Ning Ning, did you go to France yesterday to book a fancy dress? " Forgetting about work, women can't tear their eyes away from beautiful clothes.

"How is it? Is it better than a French dress? " Standing by the door, Yan Zizheng was very happy that his design had attracted so much attention and admiration.

The beautiful bright yellow color set off Han Tianning like a small daisy. In the sweltering summer weather, she was like a cool breeze. The high heels and ribbons covered up the faint red marks left by the binding. It stretched her slender ankles and her slender calves, revealing her low-key sexy figure.

If Han Tianning's expression was a bit more cheerful, then it would be perfect.

Unfortunately, Han Tianning frowned slightly as he looked at the speech book in his hands. He turned a blind eye to his colleagues' strange gazes and completely went into work mode.

She didn't like this speech because it put all the blame on the person being beaten. Furthermore, the person who beat up Fu Xiaoguang was replacing him with the company's other half - red and purple male artist, Fu Xiaoguang.

Although this preserved the image of Song Haojun's idol, if one day someone else turned the tables on him, it wouldn't be a good thing for him. It would only make him look hypocritical in everyone's hearts.

The company still wanted to kill two birds with one stone, to protect Song Haojun while at the same time, to make use of this matter to hype up Fu Xiaoguang. It was a painstaking effort.

"No problem, right?" Linda suddenly caught a glimpse of the money coming this way, and she immediately looked away from her clothes.

"The company has prepared a speech. Can I have any other comments?" Although Han Tianning was unhappy with the replacement and concealing the truth, she knew that her opinion would not be accepted by the company.

"We've already typed up the media, so there won't be any problems. We just need to clarify a bit so that we can answer the questions. So, you just need to memorize these." "As for their irrelevant questions, you don't have to answer them."

"Understood." Han Tianning could read ten lines of these books at a glance and never forgot anything.

"Ziyan, wait for me at the office." Qian said to Yan Zhaoge as he patted him on the shoulder.

"OK." He gave Han Tianning a thumbs up and left with a smile.

"Ning Ning, I'll be counting on you this afternoon." Surprisingly, Qian Jin didn't scold Han Tianning for his disappearance. Perhaps he was worried that she hadn't performed well in the afternoon, but he gently said, "Regarding Little Jun's matter, everything that needs to be done has been done and everything that needs to be sealed. This press conference is just a formality that needs to be taken away, so don't put too much pressure on me."

"Song Haojun never showed up at the press conference?" Han Tianning finally asked.

"Do you think he's necessary?" Qian Jin asked.

"It's just that I think he should clarify it for himself. Only then would he be sincere enough." Han Tianning said indifferently.

"You know that Little Jun doesn't like to face the media. If he can clarify and get impatient with a few words, they might clash." Qian Huan sighed. His love for Song Hao was almost the same as his love for his own son.

Han Tianning looked at the script again and said nothing more.

Song Haojun sat in a separate office, watching the live broadcast.

In the release hall on the second floor, many reporters were already anxiously waiting. When Han Tianning walked out, Song Haojun's black eyes narrowed slightly, and a bright light seemed to flash from within.

Was this kind of press conference worth wearing so much? He overheard the whispers of the employees of the company. This daffodil dress was designed by Yanzhi himself.

It could be seen that the entertainments at the scene were all attracted by his assistant's attire and posture.

All the questions from the media were the same as before, but a part of the entertainment attention was like gossip, deviating from the main topic of this press conference, and constantly asking Han Tianning about this special dress, as well as about his relationship with Song Haojun.

"Assistant Han, I heard that the relationship between you and Song Haojun isn't as harmonious as what everyone has seen …" Sure enough, not long after, a red-haired woman asked this question.

Song Haojun leaned back on the sofa, and the projector enlarged the woman's face. The microphone in her hand said, "Entertainment Star's News". He didn't know how many benefits this woman had received to ask about a topic that had nothing to do with the subject matter.

Upon hearing her speak, the rest of the media also couldn't help but ask.

"Assistant Han, what exactly happened with the alcohol spill last time?"

"Assistant Han, I heard that you were personally appointed by Song Haojun to be his special assistant and to be in charge of his life and work. Do you have any close lovers in his life?"

"Male or female? "In the end, the rumors about Comrade Song Haojun …"

"Assistant Han, Mr. Song and you …"

One question after another was thrown at him. Seeing Han Tianning being surrounded by the others, Song Haojun wrinkled his brow.

Although Han Tianning maintained a gentle and courteous smile, he could feel that she was trying her best to keep up appearances. He could also see the gloomy clouds in her usually lively and smiling eyes.

Because these questions had nothing to do with today's topic, Han Tianning made it clear that there was nothing to do with the incident, but she was still surrounded by the short cannon.

The questions also became more personal, and the reporters obviously wanted to dig up something more interesting.

Song Haojun stood up and paced around his office. Reaching out with his hand, he grabbed Black Chao, put him on and walked out.

The press conference was on the second floor of the Yuhuang Mansion. Song Haojun walked to the elevator and pressed "2".

Han Tianning was surrounded by a group of media, while the other members of the staff were anxious. Linda was even more anxious, and she gestured to the security guards to take Han Tianning away from the media.

Just then, Linda saw the elevator open, and the handsome man standing inside with his hands in his pockets came out.

She hastily went over to greet him. Wasn't Song Haojun unwilling to go out for the press conference? Why did he suddenly appear?

Han Tianning was extremely tired from dealing with this. Suddenly, he saw the media outlets all move in another direction as they screamed: "Song Haojun …" "Song Haojun …"

Song Haojun didn't even look at the media. Lowering his head, he stood behind his two bodyguards. With an expressionless face, he walked to Han Tianning's side and reached out his hand to grab her slender wrist, forcefully pulling her out of the crowd.

Han Tianning felt a bit dizzy from the surrounding screams and flashing lights. She was not used to walking so fast in her high heels. She was not used to being forcefully pulled. She was also not used to the surrounding reporters reaching out their hands in an attempt to stop her.

Song Haojun was protected very well by his bodyguards, but Han Tianning, who was being dragged behind him, was dragged by some reporters by the arm, stumbling and stumbling.

The surrounding cameras and microphones blocked the way. Song Haojun suddenly stopped and looked at a female reporter. She tightly gripped Han Tianning's arm and tried her best to turn the camera to face the two of them.

"Mister Song Haojun …"

"Excuse me, did you appear in the Hua Cheng Building last night …"

"..." Do you have a good relationship with Assistant Han? "

"What do you think of the current assistant?"

"I heard you have a friend. He's the boss of a high-class bar …"

A messy voice filled his ears, and as Song Haojun looked at the female reporter, his lips parted slightly, and said in an exceptionally melodious and elegant voice, "Please let go of my assistant."

His voice floated out of his lips, causing the surrounding questions to immediately stop and the scene to become quiet.

Although Black Chao blocked her eyes, the female reporter could still feel the sharp gaze behind her sunglasses. She unconsciously let go of Han Tianning.

Han Tianning was somewhat astonished that Song Haojun was actually protecting his assistant. No, it should be said that Song Haojun actually came to save her.

It was a bit unbelievable.

Was this the true discovery of his conscience? Han Tianning made wild guesses as he stuffed them into the elevator and watched the entertainment record being blocked by a group of bodyguards.

Song Haojun expressionlessly pressed the close button, and the elevator door gradually closed, completely isolating all the noisy screams and flashing lights.

Han Tianning's wrist was still tightly gripped by him, and only when the elevator slowly started to rise did Song Haojun let go of her hand.

If he did so, wouldn't it count as making up?

There was an awkward silence in the elevator as Han Tianning silently pulled away from him. There seemed to be an invisible barrier separating the two of them and could only be guessed at.

When the elevator doors finally opened, the first person they saw was their boss.

"Little Jun, why did you suddenly leave?" Qian Jun looked at Song Haojun and sighed, "There will be news in the headlines tomorrow."

After that, Qian Duoduo smiled at Han Tianning and praised him, "Ning Ning, you've done well!"

Han Tianning forced out a smile before stepping out of the elevator and heading to his own office. Song Haojun shouldn't appear in such a way, Han Tianning could already see the headlines tomorrow and would once again involve him.

Song Haojun took off his sunglasses in silence.

Han Tianning searched for a piece of information on his work table. She didn't forget that tomorrow, Song Haojun was going to have a famous person's banquet.

His phone suddenly rang. Han Tianning looked at the phone. Recently, her personal number had been switched off. This was her work number.

It was the person she didn't want to see the most.

Han Tianning had originally thought that as long as he threw himself into his work, he would be able to forget what happened yesterday.

Even in the face of those short guns, when one was extremely focused, they would drift past Zhang Qi's face in a trance.

She was very busy, so busy that she couldn't see her boyfriend for months at a time. But, could she betray him like this?

She needed work, she needed money, she couldn't be like the other women, who would be hanging around him every day, washing and cooking for him … Was it because of this that he had to betray her?

Feeling the dull pain in his heart, Han Tianning looked at the familiar number and refused to answer it.

"Ning, Hao Jun's schedule for the day after tomorrow has been altered. Ask Little Yuan for a new notice form." Qian Ju said to Han Tianning.

"Alright." Han Tianning looked at the phone that was still vibrating uncontrollably. The grief in his eyes was apparent.

Qian Jin patted Song Haojun on the shoulder, indicating that he should follow him back to the office.

Han Tianning finally pressed the answer button. She didn't want to lose her composure in front of these employees, didn't want everyone to know that she had fallen in love.

She was the one who caused Zhang Qi to fall in love.

Even though maybe he never liked her at all, everything was just a lie.

"Hello." Han Tianning's voice was cold and indifferent. His fingernails dug deep into his palm as he tried to control the pain in his heart. He asked in a very formal tone, "What is it?"

"Ning Ning, it's me. Why did that phone of yours keep turning off?"

"It's work time now. If there's no official business, please do not disturb me." Han Tianning seemed to be unable to recognize the gentle and considerate voice as he coldly spoke.

"Ning Ning, it's Zhang Qi. Do you have time tonight?"

"Nope." Han Tianning rejected straightforwardly.

She wanted to be in the building of so many of her colleagues, she said coldly. I've abandoned you.

However, he couldn't say it out loud.

After all, he was someone that he had once liked.

"Ning, I have urgent business with you …" What time do you get off work? I'll pick you up. " Zhang Qi said anxiously.

Han Tianning hung up the phone. She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to control herself and would lose control in front of her colleagues and superiors.

"Ning Ning, you don't need to attend the celebrity banquets tonight. The company held a small banquet, you have to attend." Linda came up from the second floor, she winked at Han Tianning and whispered, "Little Jun is treating you, the most important thing is to treat you."

Han Tianning didn't like banquets, even though he heard that this was a banquet for Song Haojun.

However, she had only heard that this time, the ones invited were all members of the high ranking think tanks. Although Song Haojun had a strange temper in front of her, he still knew how to grasp the overall situation.

Zhang Qi was waiting for Han Tianning at the bottom of the Flowing Light Tower. Occasionally, he would drive out of a high-end car with many handsome men and beautiful women, all of whom were celebrities on stage.

Han Tianning sat in the babysitter's car as they drove towards the Penghuang Hotel.

She lowered her head and held her cell phone. After thinking for a long time, she sent a message to Zhang Qi on WeChat: "We're going to split up."

There were only four words, and she did not want to have any tone in her voice. They were resolute and decisive.

"You were at Young Master Yan's place last night?" Sitting in the innermost area, Song Haojun suddenly asked.

Han Tianning held his phone in a daze, determined to say goodbye to the past.

She didn't want to see Zhang Qi again. She didn't want to see his affectionate face again.

Seeing that Han Tianning was deep in thought, the first words that Song Haojun had said in a day came to nothing.

Unsurprisingly, his phone rang. Han Tianning didn't want to hear Zhang Qi's voice and directly called him to the blacklist.

After being together for so long, Zhang Qi should know his personality.

When she said 'break up', she meant break up. There was absolutely no way to reunite with her.

As for the other things, when she was done with her work, she would personally meet with him and explain everything to him face to face.

"Today, I've asked for a date." Being ignored made him feel bad, Song Haojun said once again.

Please, he had already made up, and he didn't even ask her to claim his phone, so why wasn't this woman tactful at all?

"Speak of the devil?" Han Tianning seemed to have heard Yan Zixian's name. He turned his head and looked suspiciously at Song Haojun.

Song Haojun saw that her reaction was to hear the Yan family's young master's name, and felt a surge of displeasure in his heart. This displeasure slowly spread, causing him to instantly become cold and lonely.

Han Tianning saw the cold flash in Song Haojun's eyes, and immediately lowered her head, pretending that she didn't hear anything. She continued to look at her phone and deleted all the photos and contact information between him and Zhang Qi.

"Little Jun, shouldn't we have a good talk?" Han Tianning's heart was filled with emotional entanglement. After deleting all the photos, she decided to stop thinking about Zhang Qi and focus on her work.

"If you think I'm not fit to be your assistant, I'll apply for a transfer." Han Tianning pondered for a moment. In this new era, love could not be used as a bread. "I don't want my daily work to be surrounded by unpleasantness. I don't think you would want to …"

"I think so." Song Haojun looked straight ahead, interrupting her words. His voice was very pleasant to listen to, and every time he opened his mouth, it was like the sound of nature itself.

God gave him the perfect face and voice, but not the perfect character.

Han Tianning gave a wry smile as he suppressed his belly full of complaints and anger, "Do you think it's good to quarrel every day? I didn't expect you to have such a bad taste. "

"I will try my best to cooperate with your work in the future, but at the same time, don't forget about your identity. No matter what, you can't leave without saying goodbye." Song Haojun suddenly turned his head, looking at the scenery outside the window, and said.

Han Tianning was stunned. She didn't know if she could trust this man anymore.

"You promise to cooperate?" Han Tianning asked doubtfully, not imagining that he would become an obedient student.

Song Haojun fell silent again. This woman actually didn't believe his words.

"Alright, then I'll apologize to you first. I was wrong about New York, and I shouldn't have thrown your phone away yesterday." Han Tianning no longer cared about whether he sincerely wanted to make peace. She wanted to seize every opportunity she could to create a good working atmosphere. "Sometimes my words at work might make you feel uncomfortable, and sometimes I might handle business with a little bit of personal emotion. I apologize for all of this …"

"I accept your apology. Just pay attention in the future." Song Haojun finally "magnanimously" opened his mouth, revealing a faint smile in his ice-cold eyes, causing his handsome face to soften.

Han Tianning rarely saw Song Haojun being so "magnanimous". She felt that this was an unreal feeling, because if she knew this artiste had such a "masochistic" personality, she would have tied him up earlier and thrown away his phone, then scolded him even more loudly.

"I will compensate you for your phone …" Han Tianning had always kept a low profile. She could only blame herself for being unlucky to have met such an eccentric artist.

"Forget it, you can't afford that limited edition phone, nor can you afford to buy it." Song Haojun relaxed his posture and said.

"I'll lose money." Han Tianning already owed him 300,000 yuan and didn't care about a phone. But when she spoke of money, she couldn't help but think of Zhang Qi, and her eyes dimmed.