C42

The southern winter did not snow, the sun shone warmly through the glass, the piano notes were like dancing suns, warmly flowing in the luxurious room.

Han Tianning closed his notebook. As the recent piano piece became more and more lively, the smile on Song Haojun's face became more and more numerous.

Shulan's been here less than a week?

Han Tianning stood in the living room, looking at the two people playing together in the sunlight and glass room.

His eyes stung.

Han Tianning rubbed his eyes before walking into the kitchen — it was time for lunch.

Ever since Shu Lan had arrived, Song Haojun had been pestering him less and less. Unlike in the past, when the two of them were alone at home, they would have to come and pinch him whenever they cooked.

However, there was an extra guest at home, and he was still his teacher. Of course, he had to restrain himself a little. He couldn't just press down on the sofa and kiss her like he did in the past, right?

How could there be so many passions, such a calm and peaceful marriage, that was the normal state.

But... For some reason, he felt that he was missing something.

Han Tianning felt a little empty in his heart. He couldn't say what was wrong, but he felt that something was strange.

It seems like … It was a very useless feeling.

As long as she saw Teacher Shulan and Song Haojun composing together in their music room, playing together, and discussing music together, she felt depressed.

Because at that time, he had no way to intervene.

She didn't have much research in music, she only liked Bendry's piano music and the classical Chinese instruments.

Then he would become even more upset as he cooked, as if he was just a useless and vulgar housewife.

She hated this feeling of rejection, she preferred her busy but confident self at work.

"Everyone, it's time to eat!" After setting up the tableware, Han Tianning felt more and more like a useless nanny.

It was as if it was completely useless except for cooking and doing household chores.

Shulan walked out of the musical instrument room and praised the delicious food on the dining table. "You're so lucky, Haoyu. You have an all-round wife to take care of you."

"I only know how to cook. I can find a random chef to do that." Song Haojun followed behind him and said.

Han Tianning didn't know that a dim light flashed in his eyes. That's right, she knew how to do housework. Hiring a babysitter or part-time worker might be better than doing her job.

"Emperor Argent, this way of speaking is wrong." Shulan turned to Han Tianning and said, "Ning Ning, please teach me next time. I haven't cooked Chinese food in a long time."

"Why would you want to learn this? The hand that plays the piano, don't touch the vulgar work. " Song Haojun pulled up the dining chair for Shulan, and said with a frown.

"Haojun, your personality hasn't changed." Shulan sighed, then smiled at the stiff Han Tianning. "Ning Ning, isn't it difficult to adapt to his personality?" "However, this child has always said those words without thinking …"

"Teacher, have more dishes." Song Haojun didn't want to continue, so he picked up another chopstick of food and placed it in her bowl.

Han Tianning didn't say anything, even though she knew she should say something.

But... He felt like he was unnecessary.

His hands, which could not play the piano, were only suitable for those who did vulgar things... He was trembling slightly.

He treated Teacher Shu Lan very well, and very gently as if she were a young boy worshipping and worshipping a beautiful female teacher. He was somewhat nervous, shy, and uneasy, silently paying attention to her.

"Ning Ning is not feeling well today?" Shu Lan asked in concern as she saw Han Tianning smile and talk all the while, silently lowering his head to eat at noon.

"Don't worry about her body. Even if the plague is coming, she will still be the last one to die." Although he was speaking, his eyes were still carefully observing Han Tianning. In these two days, the usually lively little woman seemed to have quieted down a lot.

He couldn't really be sick, right?

"But Ning Ning is really healthy. She's a nutritionist after all." Shu Lan nodded.

It had always been Song Haojun and Shulan who were chatting, but Han Tianning's appetite wasn't very good. After eating a few mouthfuls of rice, he felt something choking in his throat, making him unable to swallow anything.

He really couldn't eat anymore. Just as Han Tianning was thinking of an excuse to leave the table, a hand suddenly touched her forehead.

Song Haojun stretched out his hand to touch her forehead, wrinkling his brows as he asked, "Where are you uncomfortable?"

"I'm fine." Han Tianning's wild thoughts were immediately interrupted by a hand that suddenly reached over, and he immediately said, forcing out a smile.

Song Haojun slightly narrowed his eyes. It was obvious that he didn't believe her words, but in front of Shulan, he didn't speak in a cold voice like usual, "Liar!"

"Ding dong"

The doorbell rang, saving Han Tianning from being drowned in Song Haojun's gaze. She immediately wiped her mouth with a small towel, stood up, and said, "I have guests. I'll open the door."

From the living room's monitor, Han Tianning saw a beautiful woman standing outside the bronze door, holding a bouquet of fresh flowers.

This person looked familiar, but he could not recall where he had seen him before.

Han Tianning pressed the bronze door that connected to the remote control and let her in. He then opened the front door of the villa and walked out to welcome her.

Seeing her small steps in the distance, Han Tianning suddenly remembered who she was — she was his assistant.

Yes, they had met once. This Japanese woman, what was her name …

"Miss Han, do you still remember me?" As she spoke in Mandarin, the beautiful woman's face was filled with a gentle Japanese smile. "I'm Little Xun, Young Master Yan's …"

"I remember, Xiao Xun, he's an assistant in the catalpa stage." Han Tianning couldn't wait for someone to come out so he wouldn't feel lonely.

"Come in, have you eaten?" Han Tianning asked politely and enthusiastically.

"Have you eaten before? Ah, you have a guest at home?" Lil 'Xun changed into a pair of shoes and walked to the living room. He saw two people sitting in the dining room through the arched door. He immediately whispered, embarrassed, "Did I disturb you?"

"No!" Han Tianning really didn't want to return to the dining table and continued to eat in such a depressing manner. She immediately said to Song Haojun, who was still sitting there unmoving, "You guys eat slowly, I have a friend coming."

"Right, I will come and clean up after dinner." Pulling Lil 'Xun along, Han Tianning added.

How could those two pairs of hands that played the piano do any menial work?

His heart felt a little tight again, but Han Tianning immediately focused his attention on Xiao Xun, who was elegantly kneeling on the wooden platform.

This large room was the upstairs study. It was surrounded by bookshelves and filled with all kinds of books. The place next to the window had a wooden floor that was about twenty centimeters high and three meters wide.

On the stage, there was a small wooden table. In an elegant vase, there weren't any flowers. Instead, it was green leaves pouring down. The posture was beautiful as it reared the ivy.

Near the window, there was a light green cotton cushion and two pillows, allowing people to take a break when they were too tired to read. As for the two prayer mats on the small wooden table, they were more suitable for the reading posture of the ancient people.

Han Tianning sat cross-legged on the prayer mat on the left, while Xiao Xun sat upright in his Japanese posture, kneeling on the prayer mat.

"What would you like to drink?" I'll go and get it for you later. " Han Tianning didn't want to go downstairs now.

Xiao Xun gently smiled, his eyebrows showing the unique meekness of a Japanese woman: "You're welcome, I've been wanting to visit you for a long time, because I've always heard that you guys are very busy and not often at home. That's why I'm here now."

"Do you still live here?" Han Tianning remembered calling her during the period he was supposed to be in Malaysia to take over some family matters, but he probably wouldn't be back for a month or two.

"Yeah, Young Master Yan went back to Malaysia, but I still need to show him the house and raise a dog." Xiao Xun's speech speed was a little slow, and his words were a little stiff, but in general, his Chinese was quite good.

"It must be lonely to live alone in such a big house?" Han Tianning looked at her, not really understanding why he would leave Xiao Xun behind when he could no longer do fashion designs.

She didn't like to ask about other people's privacy. She was like an assistant to an artiste, with a professional way of not asking questions and not telling secrets that shouldn't be told.

Xiao Xun shook his head and said with narrowed eyes, "There is also a nanny and a guard accompanying me. Young Master Yan will come back, just wait for him to come back. "

"Come here and play when you have time. We've been at home every day for this period of time." Han Tianning immediately said enthusiastically.

She was a girl who liked being gentle. Perhaps it was because her personality was too stubborn at times? Han Tianning loved quiet and docile girls.

"If I don't disturb you, I also want to be able to talk with one more person." Lil 'Xun was very, very sweet when he smiled. Perhaps all Japanese women were like this, gentle and sweet. "If you're not busy, you can also come and find me."

"Don't worry, I never knew that you would stay here." Han Tianning rarely found a talking friend as he smiled happily.

"Young Master Yan, there are also a lot of clothes made according to your size. Go and try out your new clothes sometime." Seeing Han Tianning's sunny smile, Xiao Xun slowly said.

"Alright, no problem." When it's so boring, it's fun to have someone to talk to.

Han Tianning agreed without hesitation.

"Han Tianning, come out." Song Haojun pushed the door open, but didn't enter, and shouted from outside.

"Sorry, please wait for a moment. You can read first." Han Tianning said to Xiao Xun before walking out.

"What's wrong?" Just as he left the room, Han Tianning was pulled to the other side of the room by Song Haojun.

"Who is she?" Closing the door, Song Haojun asked with a frown on his face.

"My friend." Han Tianning was displeased by his questioning tone. Although this house was her father-in-law's' betrothal gift ', it could still be considered her home.

Song Haojun brought his teacher back. He was so hospitable, yet Xiao Xun came to see her, only to be questioned by him. He treated her friend unfairly.

"I don't think I've ever seen her before, and from the looks of it, she's not Chinese. How did she get to know you?" Song Haojun suppressed his displeasure, and asked in a calmer tone, "What does she do?"