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"Pa!" After the door closed, the staff's smiles disappeared. They looked at each other in dismay. Just now … He seemed to have seen a very strange scene.

Are you seeing things? It was as if, at that moment, Assistant Han, whose smile was like a flower, was suddenly wrapped in an arm and swept into the room …

Because Song Haojun's walking posture and speed hadn't changed, he felt that the arm that suddenly reached under Assistant Han's chest wasn't his.

"Song Haojun, what do you want to do?" Han Tianning was also unclear about what had happened. Song Haojun's speed was just too fast, causing her eyes to blur as she was pushed into the room. Unable to stop herself, she fell directly onto the carpet.

Song Haojun had already changed back to his usual clothes, a black coat and white shirt. He had a clean and handsome face without any makeup, and didn't have any expression.

Seemingly not expecting her to be so stupid, being knocked down by his own strength, Song Haojun's expressionless face relaxed slightly, and he immediately stretched out his hand.

Of course, Han Tianning would not have expected him to do such a reckless thing in front of so many staff members.

Han Tianning grit his teeth when he saw the other's hand reach out towards him. This time, someone was going to nag him and point him in the back.

Ignoring that hand, Han Tianning crawled up and silently confronted the other.

Song Haojun retracted his hand in frustration. She always refused him, so this feeling was very bad.

Actually... If she could be like that night, Song Haojun would still be willing to treat her better.

That night, the little assistant's face was like peach blossoms, eyes like black glass, and lips like beautiful …

Han Tianning looked at him. What was this fellow thinking? There was a strange smile in his eyes, as if he was secretly amused.

Although the first concert was a perfect ending, there was no need to laugh, right?

"Drink the tremella porridge while it's still warm and rest early." Han Tianning finally opened his mouth and spoke professionally.

"Wait, we... Should I congratulate you? " Song Haojun immediately asked when he saw that she wanted to leave.

"The celebratory feast will be very noisy. If you are not tired, I will arrange for an assistant to accompany you." Han Tianning said with a solemn expression.

"There are too many people over there. It's so noisy that it gives me a headache." Song Haojun blocked the door and said, "Let's celebrate together. These past few days … … "It's hard work, too."

Han Tianning looked at him in surprise. This man had learned how to speak human language?

He rubbed his ears. He must be harboring ulterior motives, right?

But that didn't make sense. This time, there were many beautiful celebrities in the industry, so he wouldn't have any ill intentions towards her.

Seeing her doubtful look, Song Haojun rubbed his hair uncomfortably. He was very tired, and had been under a lot of pressure recently, so he wanted to relax a bit. The sweet memory of that night was tempting him, that something … Actually, he wanted to relax his body.

Well, what was he thinking? If Han Tianning knew of his thoughts, he would've called him shameless and despicable again.

Are men really animals that think about the lower half of their body? Song Haojun thought back to how he hated women's bodies, but after that night, unexpectedly … She actually liked the feeling of her softness. She was like a delicate flower, beautiful when she bloomed.

"Cough," Han Tianning cleared his throat, remaining on guard. "I'm fine. You should rest early. We have to catch the plane tomorrow."

"I feel like …" Song Haojun wanted to continue speaking, but seeing Han Tianning's protective look, he took a deep breath, turned his face away, and opened the door.

Why did he want to celebrate with her?

How boring! He actually put his hot face on his cold butt!

"I think you'd better rest early. You'll be very busy next." Han Tianning strode out and saw a large group of staff members leaning against the wall, trying to eavesdrop.

"Bang!" The door slammed shut behind her, and Song Haojun covered his face in annoyance. Leaning against the door, what happened to him?

To be affected by the attitude of a small assistant, what the hell!

If he wanted her to talk to him and have a glass of champagne or red wine, there should be a lot of people who yearned for such a chance, right?

The more he thought, the angrier he became. He turned around and opened the door, and faced Han Tianning, who was still talking to the other staff members, and coldly said, "Assistant Han, arrange the numbers of the female artists accompanying me."

Han Tianning turned his head and once again looked at him, stunned.

If it wasn't a job, Song Haojun would rarely contact other female artists in private, and would loathe women who took the initiative to stick close to him. What did he want to do tonight?

Could it really be … Hunger?

The other staff members were stunned as well, then an assistant said, "As guests for today's celebration, Huang Qian, Zhili Hua and Xu Ziying will be having a party. As for the other female artists, they might not be able to contact you for the time being."

Some of the female celebrities had already played for a long time, so they couldn't find anyone.

The door of the room next door opened and Zhu Qi, in her pajamas, walked toward her son's room. She looked at the staff member. Assistant Han, you should rest early tonight. I have something to discuss with Hao Jun. I might be back late, so don't wait for me. "

When Han Tianning saw the empress dowager appear, he immediately let out a breath of relief. He hastily arranged for the staff to leave, completely relieved. Nothing could happen to the abnormal Song Haojun tonight due to Zhu Qi's suppression.

The first concert finally ended, and a week later, the second concert was about to begin.

This was because during this time, Song Haojun still needed to record a new album, watch the script for audition, fly around like a top, and also didn't have time to be alone with Han Tianning. His mood became increasingly gloomy, and adding the pressure of his work, he could explode at any time.

Han Tianning was also tired out with endocrine disorders, but the day after the concert, Zhu Qi booked a plane ticket and flew back to the United States.

But after she left, on the eve of the second concert, the company would not prepare a single room for her. She would be in the darkest moment — living in the same presidential suite as Song Haojun.

Although it was a presidential suite with a master bedroom, but... Han Tianning was already suffering from a fear of confined spaces. She was very uneasy as she dragged on and waited with the staff for tomorrow's concert, even though this wasn't part of her job category.

Right now, her main job was to accompany Song Haojun, and to make arrangements for him to eat and drink.

His phone vibrated. Han Tianning took it out and saw that it was actually Song Haojun's private number — he rarely used his phone, and never did anything as troublesome as texting.

But this time, the child had suffered some sort of shock and sent a text message to her on his cell phone: Hurry up and get back to your room!

Han Tianning felt a chill run down his back. Although he couldn't tell what was going on in his heart from his words, he could vaguely feel the annoyance in his heart.

This might have been the reaction of the two of them after being together for so long.

After he got off the plane, he ate dinner and stayed in his room. He didn't see anyone and didn't go anywhere, only sitting in the presidential suite, waiting for Han Tianning.

Although he didn't know what to say when he was alone, he wanted to talk to Han Tianning.

The assistant was always avoiding him, and she seemed to have plans to leave.

Song Haojun inadvertently saw the diary of her work, she intended to quit her post after the concert, completely turning to the work behind the scenes.

This small tour of Asia, only 12 stops, the last stop is in Singapore. In other words, there were only two more months before she would resign and leave him.

Han Tianning stood at the door for a long time without ringing the doorbell.

She admired herself enough to pretend that nothing had happened. No one could see through what happened between her and Song Haojun.

Could acting be contagious too?

The door in front of her suddenly opened and a handsome face appeared before her.

"Why didn't you come in after standing there for so long?" Song Haojun's voice was a little hoarse. He had hurried the announcement the day before yesterday, so the air conditioner was turned on too fast, giving him a cold feeling.

This could be attributed to Han Tianning's work failures.

At such a critical time for the concert, his golden voice made a mistake. Han Tianning had already been scolded by his boss.

Actually, Song Haojun's body was very good, he wouldn't get sick just because of cold air.

He was the reason why he hadn't slept well during this period of time.

Hearing his words, Han Tianning's expression became stiff. How could Song Haojun know that he had been standing outside the door for such a long time?

Did she get spied on?

"You'd better rest early and protect your voice." Han Tianning walked into the room with his briefcase, still using the same formal tone.

Song Haojun closed the door and watched her go into the reception room. He opened his briefcase and busily organized the documents.

During this period of time, as long as she was in a small space with him, she would be holding a pile of documents. Whether it was on the plane or in the car, her eyes would be focused on that pile of papers, studying something.

Song Haojun understood her actions as' escaping her sight '.

"You haven't massaged me in a long time." He walked to the french windows and looked out over the night sky of the city.

However, the windows were now tightly covered by automatic curtains, which was used to prevent filming.

Now the paparazzi were everywhere, each more high-tech than the last, and they had to keep it a secret all the time.

"There's a massage bathtub, you should go relax a little, don't take too long." Han Tianning continued reading through the information without lifting his head to look at his phone. "Within twenty minutes."

The facilities of the presidential suite were perfect. Entertainment facilities and fitness equipment were available, and there were still 24 hours of housekeepers. But this was not required by Song Haojun, because Han Tianning was here.

"You've been getting lazier and lazier lately, so I have to do a lot of things myself." Song Haojun began to look for fault with displeasure.

He remembered that in the beginning, Han Tianning had been the one to do all of this.

However, recently, she had an excuse every night not to be with him. The personal assistant who didn't even have a bag was "personal". This was too much!

Han Tianning put down the information in his hand and silently stood up, walking towards the large bathroom in the master bedroom.

This was a soothing massage bathtub. It had been specially replaced with a brand-new one, and the poison had already been detoxified.

If you open the curtains, you can see the starry sky through the French windows.

When Song Haojun took advantage of the time when she entered, he looked at the documents on the table, and his face changed slightly.

What was all this? It had little to do with the job, but it had to do with her interest in the period she was talking about — the information on clothing design.

Was that what she was doing with him every day?

He poured out the other documents in the briefcase. Although there were work orders and the like, the clothing design information took up a large part of the space.

She wanted to resign, not to be behind the scenes, but to be a model?

With his chest suddenly stuffy, Song Haojun took a deep breath, put down the stack of documents in his hand, and turned around. Through the painting's glass, he looked at Han Tianning, who had just arrived at the bedroom door.

"The water temperature and time have been adjusted. Sleep early tonight." When Han Tianning saw him standing at the table in the reception room, he wisely chose to go to the other room.

Song Haojun's eyes were full of gloom, like a frozen stone.

What was better than the period of his words?

Did that stupid woman really want to marry into a rich family? Did she even know her own strength? The rich second generation like Yanzhi couldn't possibly have true feelings for her.

In the end, she was the one who was hurt.

Han Tianning was in the bathtub of the second bedroom with her mother on the phone. Only at this moment did she relax the most.

Although love ended in tragedy and her body became incomplete, she would never betray her family.

In this sort of society, those whose hearts weren't strong enough would certainly be eliminated. Han Tianning understood this point. She would rather choose a sunny lifestyle than live in self-pity.

At the very least, he couldn't let those who loved to take care of him worry about him.

After he finished his conversation with his mother, he put down his phone leisurely. Han Tianning washed his body clean and walked out in his white bathrobe.

Opening the bathroom door, Han Tianning saw a handsome man sitting on a soft bed.

Her face rapidly turned pale. What was going on? She had locked the door.

Song Haojun was wearing pajamas as he sat cross-legged on her bed.

24 hours later, the steward arrived on call. Any door in the presidential suite had a special set of keys in their hands that could be opened.

Han Tianning grabbed the towel in front of his chest and looked at the man with half wet hair on the bed. How did he get in? What do you want to do?

"Give me a massage." Song Haojun moved his lips, and then laid down on the bed.

"…" Han Tianning was looking for a murder weapon.

"The door has been locked. I've put the key away, the bell has been turned off, and the phone has been unplugged." Song Haojun sprawled on the ground, slowly saying, "I just want to calm down. It's best if you don't make such a big fuss."

"Wouldn't it be quieter if you went back to your bedroom?" Han Tianning really had the urge to kill him. She was still looking for the tools.

Other than a few antique or imitation vases, there seemed to be no other tools.

"But I still want a massage." Song Haojun closed his eyes, and said.

"Just a massage?" Han Tianning had already walked around the room. Without a convenient weapon, the door couldn't be opened.

"Hurry up, don't make me wait too long!" Song Haojun sat up, anger beginning to accumulate in his eyes, "It has already been many days since you cooked for me, and you haven't let me sleep well. Now, you don't even want to do small things like massage for me? Do you really want to resign? "

"Then... That's because I've been busy with other things at work lately... " Han Tianning was a bit flustered when he saw Tang Wulin's anger. If he really pissed him off now, he wouldn't have a good ending.

"Your main job is me, don't you know that?" Song Haojun was truly angry. Although he kept on telling himself while taking a bath, he was just an assistant … However, whenever he thought of the period Han Tianning had at hand, he wanted to fly into a rage.

"Sorry, what kind of massage do you want?" A wise man in times of need, Han Tianning bit his lip as he asked.

"Whatever." Seeing her apologize, his anger unconsciously lessened by half. Song Haojun looked at her four slender limbs on the outside of the bath towel, his throat rolling as he laid down on the soft bed.

"Wait a moment, I'll go wash my hands."

"No need, hurry." Song Haojun said with some annoyance.

"Then... Let me change my clothes as well, it's not convenient this way. " Han Tianning quickly took his clothes into the washroom and wrapped them tightly around himself.

Long sleeve pants, pink Vigny Bear home clothes, Han Tianning stood two meters wide beside the bed, using a clean sheet to cover his back.

The wall television was switched on and a variety show was being played. Song Haojun turned his body around, allowing him to lie on his pillow and enjoy the massage while watching TV.

He pressed the remote control in boredom. He hated all variety shows, hated all the rankings, those were all manipulations behind the scenes, how could he possibly take them out for entertainment?

In the luxurious suite, the lighting was just right, soft and bright, with a faint fragrance that made one want to sleep peacefully.

Han Tianning knelt on the bed without saying a word. Her head was bowed the entire time. Her hair was still wet, leaving a few traces on her clothes.

Her movements were skillful and her strength wasn't high. All she was looking for were acupoints that could easily induce someone to fall asleep.

However, as Song Haojun stared at the television, he didn't seem to be sleepy at all.

The massage felt very comfortable, so comfortable that he wanted to close his eyes.

But right now, Song Haojun couldn't sleep at all.

It was a rare time to be alone, especially in a bed …

In the past, he might have quickly fallen asleep, but now … Song Haojun was now a man who had tasted delicacies, and couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

"What happened that day... What exactly do you think? " Song Haojun suddenly broke the silence and asked.

Feeling her hand suddenly stop, Song Haojun was lying on his pillow, feeling extremely stuffy.

He suddenly wanted to know what she was thinking. That morning, her reaction displeased him greatly.

"What are you talking about?" Han Tianning asked, trying his best to calm his emotions.

"That night!" Song Haojun emphasized.

"I don't remember." It was a calm reply, but Han Tianning's heart felt like a gash that had yet to heal had once again been ripped open.

Her hand came to Song Haojun's right palm, and she rubbed it against his palm.

"Don't lie to me, how can you not remember!" Suddenly grabbing her, Song Haojun sat up, his eyes looking straight at her.

Han Tianning took a deep breath and immediately straightened his back. Looking at him, he tried his best to remain calm. "I really don't remember. In the future …" And please forget it. "

"That kind of thing... How could I forget? " Song Haojun actually wanted to say, how about we go through it again!

However, after seeing Han Tianning's guarded expression and the corners of his lips tightly pursed, he finally suppressed his true thoughts.

"If you think you've had enough massage, please go back to your room." Han Tianning tried to pull his hand back, but his grip tightened.

"I'm not going back to my room." Song Haojun stared at her, enunciating every word, "Tonight, I want to sleep here."

"What?" "You …" Han Tianning felt his scalp go numb. What sort of strange hobby was this?

"Is it that bad? Song Hao's mood was terrifyingly gloomy, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch Han Tianning's cheek.

Han Tianning's face stung. Indeed, he shouldn't have argued with her. In such a situation, everything he said should be correct.

"I was wrong …" "Sorry …"

Song Haojun seemed to hear the sound of something breaking above his head as he raised his head to look at Han Tianning, whose face was covered in tears.

Small Assistant... In front of him, tears streamed down his face.

"If... If because of my attitude and words … "I made you angry, I apologize …" Han Tianning bit his lip with all his might, trying to stop his tears from rolling down. "I'm sorry!"

Damn it, she was always smiling and didn't know how touching her crying was.

However … But there was still a sour feeling in her heart. It was as if she had been soaked in her tears and slowly corroded her heart.

She was always strong and cheerful, always welcoming people with a smile. Only at this moment would she immediately give in.

"Ah …" Was it that annoying to be run into by him?

With his heart clogged up, Song Haojun reached out and pulled the large soft pillow, smashing it on her face, "Don't cry …"