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"Your friend, I have never asked. Why do you ask my friend?" Han Tianning stared back at him.

"And you know you never asked my friend?" Song Haojun pursed his lips, suddenly turning around and opening the door, "In any case, don't bring me back messing around with people."

With that, he took them out of the house and went downstairs.

Han Tianning stared at his back, his heart inexplicably clogged up again. Why was he angry at him? Only the state officials are allowed to set fire to the city, no one is allowed to light the lanterns!

Song Haojun sat on the sofa, sulking.

Han Tianning actually said that the Japanese woman was her friend?

He had already investigated the people around Yanzhi. This woman was very close to Yanzhi.

"Lord Hao, what's wrong?" Shulan was supposed to take a nap, but she was a little thirsty, so she went out to get water.

Seeing Song Haojun sitting on the sofa with a bad complexion, he immediately came over and asked.

"I'm fine." As Song Haojun saw Shu Lan, he hastily revealed a smile.

"Why aren't you resting at noon?" Seeing that he seemed to have something on his mind, Shu Lan sat beside him and asked tenderly.

"Right away." Song Haojun sat up straight, looking into Shu Lan's eyes as he spoke.

"Don't tell me it's because Ning Ning has a guest that she can't sleep by herself?" She wasn't a person who liked to joke. It was normal for Tang Rui to say this, but she had other intentions when she said it.

It didn't seem to fit the feeling of being a teacher, even though she had already resigned.

As a result, Shulan didn't wait for Song Haojun's reply and immediately switched the topic to music, "If you can't sleep, go practice your zither. This morning's score is only the prelude, perhaps even hard work, and you'll be able to finish the entire melody."

"Teacher isn't resting?" Song Haojun didn't pay attention to her previous words, and asked in a considerate tone.

"I don't mind, I've never had the habit of taking a nap before." Shu Lan said with a smile.

Han Tianning and Xiao Xun were chatting excitedly and could faintly hear the piano playing.

"Ann, if you're not busy, how about taking a walk?" Xiao Xun smiled sweetly as she invited him in.

"Alright, I'll go play at your place. We're clearly neighbors, but even I don't know which way to go." Han Tianning immediately nodded her head. She felt stuffy at home, especially when she heard the music.

"Actually, it's very close. If I were to take that tree-lined path, it wouldn't even take ten minutes." Xiao Xun maintained a sweet smile, "But if you take a detour, it will take 5 minutes to drive."

"Then, today I will first recognize the road. Next time, I will directly come to find you." Han Tianning immediately stood up and said.

"Yes, I'm at home every day, and I'm always welcome." Xiao Xun also stood up. Although she wasn't wearing a kimono, the way she walked reminded people of the Japanese women under the cherry blossoms.

Han Tianning decided to go out and relax. She was stuffy and could no longer feel any joy in the music but a heavy depression.

It was as if she was perfectly compatible with Song Haojun. In terms of mental state, she was completely unable to fuse with him.

This feeling was terrible. Seeing Shu Lan walking beside Song Haojun on the music, she couldn't catch up.

In the transparent glass room, Song Haojun saw Han Tianning and Xiao Xun happily walking down the stairs as if they were about to go out.

"This sound is wrong." A gentle whisper, like a lover, came from his side. Shu Lan carefully discovered that his mind was wandering.

"Song Haojun, I'm going out for a while. I'll be back before dinner." Han Tianning pulled open the glass door and said to Song Haojun.

"There are still a lot of things to do in the afternoon. You don't have time to go out today, do you?" Song Haojun looked at the smiling Japanese woman behind Han Tianning. Although he was reminding her, his tone was firm.

"What else is there?" Han Tianning thought about it for a moment. She had done everything she needed to do today and was not busy with the company's matters.

"You said you were going to fill in the form for me." Song Haojun's eyes flashed as he spoke.

"Ah …" Yes, "Han Tianning remembered. A few nights ago, she joked about helping him fill in the form, but was mocked by Song Haojun," But didn't you say I didn't even know how to rhyme? "

When she was at school, she occasionally wrote poems.

"It's a bit difficult to fill in the words according to the melody, but I can give you a bit of it." Song Haojun paused for a moment, then said, "Write two lyrics for me this afternoon to see if I can make a melody."

"Haojun, the first word is followed by the melody. You might not be able to grasp the feeling, so don't force yourself." Shulan seemed to be helping Han Tianning out of a bind. "Furthermore, even a professional lyricist wouldn't be able to write two poems in an afternoon."

"Then, I'll send Xiao Xun back. I'll give you some words before dinner." Han Tianning looked at Song Haojun with his beady eyes and suddenly laughed.

Shu Lan was startled. She hadn't expected her to say such words. Furthermore, Han Tianning actually had a brilliant smile on his face.

"Hey, Xiao Xun, I'll send you back." Han Tianning was genuinely beaming with joy, as if sunlight was rippling through his eyes.

When Song Haojun saw her smile, he suddenly felt the urge to grab her and rub her bright and beautiful face.

But in front of the other two women, he resisted the impulse just a moment ago, lowered his head, and ran his fingertips over the piano.

"You still have to work in the afternoon, why are you so happy instead?" Walking outside, Xiao Xun asked in confusion.

"Because I can help him with something." Although Han Tianning did not have any talent for music, she still hoped to be able to do something so that she would not feel useless.

"You like him a lot?" Xiao Xun asked slowly.

"He's my husband!" Han Tianning said as a matter of fact, "Xiao Xun, when you get married in the future, do you hate your husband?"

Xiao Xun was rendered speechless by her rhetorical question. After a long while, she finally blushed and said in a low voice, "I won't."

"Marriage is different from love. Xiao Xun doesn't have a boyfriend, right? We'll know later. " Han Tianning couldn't help but laugh as he spoke in an experienced tone.

"Is the person playing with your husband his music instructor?" Xiao Xun's eyes flashed with a trace of deep love and helplessness as he asked.

"Yes, Teacher." Han Tianning walked with her along a tree-lined path. Seeing another villa, he couldn't help but say, "Xiao Xun, you live here every day and can't get in touch with the outside world. It's such a waste of your youth."

Xiao Xun smiled, "It's the same everywhere. Youth is just an exchange for money. The salary that Young Master Yan has given me is enough for me to live the rest of my life in peace.

She looked at Han Tianning after speaking, "Do you think I'm too realistic?"

"Everyone has their own goals and ideas." Han Tianning had a different view of life compared to Xiao Xun. She also valued reality, but not all of it was for money.

"I don't have a goal, only an extravagant hope." Walking up to the bronze door, Xiao Xun stopped walking. A trace of pitiful hope flashed across her eyes.

Even as a slave without any freedom, she hoped that she could stay by that man's side and silently look at him …

Han Tianning saw the look in her eyes and suddenly felt pain in his heart.

It was a look of hopelessness. Although there were a few spots of hope in his eyes, most of them were despair.

Woof, woof!

Two golden hounds pounced out from the bronze door, their tails wagging crazily.

"Shh, quiet down." Xiao Xun lightly scolded before turning to Han Tianning, "Why don't you go in and take a seat?"

"No, I'll come see you next time." Han Tianning shook his head. She didn't want to waste the afternoon.

After bidding farewell to Xiao Xun, Han Tianning walked home along the shady path. What Xiao Xun said was right. In less than ten minutes, they would be able to pass through the forest and arrive at their home.

They were clearly very close, but they were artificially cut off. If they wanted to go around the highway, they would have to go a long way.

Returning home, he unexpectedly discovered that Song Haojun and Shu Lan were not in the glass room.

Furthermore, there weren't even two people in the room. Han Tianning started to panic. Although he wouldn't lose them at home, he still felt that it was better to find them quickly.

Han Tianning ran all the way to the third floor's top floor. Standing on the roof, he finally saw two people sitting on the neatly mowed grass in the distance.

Shu Lan was clearly Song Haojun's teacher, and clearly didn't have a hateful personality. But seeing them sitting together not even 20 cm apart from each other, Han Tianning felt an intense discomfort in his heart.

Why was it that the way Song Haojun looked at Shu Lan always made her feel very uncomfortable?

Shulan was his teacher, a teacher five years older than him …

It was just a relationship between a teacher and a student, Shu Lan was so good, and she was also Song Hao's teacher. She had overthought things.

Han Tianning turned around and went downstairs. He turned on his computer and stared blankly at Song Haojun, who was sitting on the computer screen.

This was a set of black and white photographs taken by Song Haojun. His facial features were exquisite and exquisite like sculptures. His eyes were sharp and sexy, but his posture was as lazy as a cat as he sat on the sofa.

Han Tianning looked at the wallpaper table and suddenly felt like he was sitting on a sofa. It had a bone-biting magic to it, an impeccable face, an impeccable figure, and an impeccable texture …

His heartbeat quickened as Han Tianning hastily opened a document to block the table.

When did she become so infatuated with the photo of Song Haojun?

The lack of stuffing made her less immune to men's looks.

However, the real Song Haojun who could be seen everyday, why did he feel more and more distant?

Han Tianning turned his head and looked through the large glass at the dark blue sky.

In fact, it's just a child

How do you know what true pride is?

I just want to see you smile

Don't want to suffer

They thought that the feelings between children …

No fuss

Han Tianning fiddled with his thoughts as he casually tapped on the keyboard. Everyone else was listening to the melody while she seemed to be writing a poem.

Perhaps Song Haojun was just saying it, he didn't even care about an amateur like him.

Han Tianning pressed the keyboard to delete the words in frustration as he looked at the lines of text before him. One by one, the words disappeared under the flickering cursor.

The blue sky is transparent

Your black eyes are beautiful

Let you be a child

So I want to be able to count on each other

As if she was in a mood, her clean fingers began to type out lines after lines. Then, she held down the backspace and looked at the olive green text, which disappeared one by one.