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Moreover, he did not like the way these people treated their teachers.

These lofty aristocratic children, those from the hometown sect, those from the government, those from the rich world …

Some people didn't really care about Shu Lan. They just felt that they were high and mighty while their teacher was a pitiful person.

Their pitiful statuses set off their nobility. Relying on their large amount of money and high status, these people actually treated their teachers like pets in their hearts.

He seemed to be taking good care of Shulan, but he was just proving that he could take good care of a pet …

In the studio, Wei Ning lay on the sofa as if he was asleep.

Han Tianning sat in front of his computer, wearing black-rimmed glasses to prevent the computer from radiating radiation. Her skin was as white as snow, and her expression was solemn and serious.

"I say, little sister, stop tormenting yourself. Tomorrow morning, Big Sister Huang Qiong will come over and let her handle the situation. She is an experienced person after all." Wei Ning did not really fall asleep, so he opened his eyes and said.

Han Tianning remained silent, occasionally tapping his keyboard as he returned to his computer.

"Ning Ning, I really don't understand why you're doing this!" Wei Ning suddenly sat up and said angrily, "If it was me, I would've ignored that guy a long time ago. What are you still helping him for?"

"He's my husband." Han Tianning finally replied.

"Will my husband accompany a woman who has a scandal with him?" Wei Ning asked in a sharp tone, "But you, the wife of the legal wife, stayed up all night to toil for him. He didn't express anything at all. What makes you think that?"

Han Tianning took off his glasses and threw them to the side. He rubbed his glabella and said, "Wei Ning, go home and rest."

Ning Ning, it's not that I'm talking about you, it's just that your personality is really annoying. It's been like this ever since I was little, ever since I was little. Everyone treated me like a girl and you like a boy. "Thinking of that pervert today, Wei Ning recalled a tragic memory," "You can't let your man be like this. You have to learn from my mom, act coquettishly, make a ruckus, and never let my dad …

"Shh, let me take a call." Han Tianning cut him off and reached for the cell phone on the table.

Wei Ning had no choice but to shut up and grab the pillow to ravage it.

He must have gone down the wrong path with Han Tianning during his rebirth!

After carefully listening to the contents of Han Tianning's phone call, Wei Ning hoped that it was his brother-in-law who called, but it didn't sound like Song Haojun.

After Han Tianning hung up, Wei Ning walked over and asked, "Who's calling you so late?" A man or a woman? "

"Gossip." Han Tianning glanced at him and said faintly.

"I am concerned about you. What did I hear you say just now?" You can't be... There must be other affairs as well, right? " Wei Ning suddenly became excited and asked nervously.

"You really should do some entertainment." Han Tianning looked at his computer again and typed on the keyboard.

Just now, Yanzhi had called to ask if they should have supper together, but she had politely declined.

She wasn't in the mood to meet her friends tonight, so she had to come up with a few countermeasures.

Han Tianning was not unaware of the media's distorted reports and exaggerated facts about what had happened to Shulan.

But the first person to hurt in such a report was her, not Shulan.

Nothing had happened to her yet. Shulan, who had no experience dealing with the media, had met with trouble.

Honestly speaking, no matter who it was, it wouldn't be comfortable.

Han Tianning hated these puppies and the media. Every day, he would only stare at the private lives of others, unresponsibly twisting the facts and exaggerating the reports …

Not to mention Shu Lan, who had just been wounded by love, even the famous celebrities who had experienced many trials and hardships could commit suicide because of the intimidating pressure of others.

There was no lack of such tragedy in the entertainment circle.

That was why she had given Song Haojun a day to accompany Shulan.

This was not magnanimity, but she did not want something to happen to Shulan. Otherwise, Song Haojun would be worried for the rest of his life, and she would be in pain.

On the opposite side of the footbridge was a tall building. It was the tallest floor of the city, and also the symbol of this place – the Mo Yuan Tower.

Yan Zhaoge looked down from his perch, and he could see the fifteenth floor of the building opposite him. The lights were still on.

Tonight was a sleepless night.

The smile on her face suddenly turned bitter. Was it still worth staying behind after being treated like this by Song Haojun?

What a silly woman!

However, the more he paid, the more hurt he would feel after taking Han Tianning away.

"Young master, please rest." Xiao Xun had already finished bathing. With small steps, he walked to the side of Yan Ziyan and helped him change his clothes.

"Xiao Xun," she suddenly pressed her hand that was gently unbuttoning his shirt, and said with a faint smile, "Which one do you think is better between me and Song Haojun?"

"Of course it's young master." Xiao Xun replied without hesitation.

Yan Ziyan touched her face, and a smile spread across his face. "If one day I throw you away like trash, will you still think that way?"

"Young master is the best person, in Xiao Xun's heart, forever." Xiao Xun raised his head and answered affirmatively.

Even if she threw him away like a piece of trash, she would never forget his goodness.

Yan Ziyan's gaze shifted to the window, no longer speaking.

"Young master, can little Xun know why he hates Song Haojun?" Xiao Xun finally asked something that she had kept in her heart for a long time.

She had always been so nervous and cautious about her identity, not asking what she didn't want to say. But she was really curious as to why Yan Zixian would place so much thought on Song Haojun.

If it was only a matter of business, he wouldn't have gone against Song Haojun before inheriting the family business.

"I'm a bad guy, but I like a good girl." Yan Zizhi looked out the window and suddenly sighed, "I thought I had set up this trap, but who would've thought that I would fall out of this trap before her."

"Young master, Little Xun doesn't understand."

"You only need to know," Yan Zixian looked at her, "There is no reason to hate someone, and there is no reason to like someone."

"However, Han Tianning once told me that there is no such thing as love without a reason."

"I'm a bit tired today, so I don't need to wait on you. Go out." He then said as he looked away from her face.

Xiao Xun's face showed fear, she must have said something wrong to make her master unhappy.

She silently bowed, then retreated, not daring to speak again.

He was still looking out at the night sky. Why did he hate Song Hao?

At the beginning, he had never heard his uncle praise an artiste so highly. In his heart, an artist was only a playboy; what was there to boast about?

What was even more hateful was that even his mother and elder sister were fans of Song Haojun, and every day they would speak of him as their idol. Even allowing him to visit his uncle's house for a few days, he only wanted to let him get close to Song Haojun and get his autograph and a photo.

The dignified Madam and Lady of the Yan Group had actually become infatuated with a male star to such an extent. It was truly pitiful. If it weren't for their status and relationships, they would probably have joined the Starseeker Clan and followed Song Haojun around all day.

He was an extremely possessive person. He could not allow the people around him to praise others in front of him.

However, ever since Song Haojun's debut, his mother and sister, as well as that group of infatuated noblewomen, had been discussing this man every day, his new album, his new scenes, his new style, his healthy and high-quality image …

After listening to it for three whole years, Yanzhi really wanted to meet this so called Heavenly King, and then pull him down and shut up that bunch of idiots.

If one were to say that the original reason was this simple, that was because the young master's high and mighty pride had been hurt, and that he had simply wanted to frustrate his spirit, then the hatred after that would gradually become complicated.

Moreover, after taking over a portion of the family business, Yan Zisheng discovered that Song Haojun's father was actually the biggest enemy that threatened their family's business. He was one step ahead of them, seizing the mainland market and becoming their competitor.

This made him extremely annoying.

He wanted to deprive Song Haojun of everything.

The giant star halo above his head, the people he loved the most around him, the gazes that attracted the attention of tens of thousands of people all became the source of his pain in the future.

Let him have nothing but those glorious and blissful memories...

This was the ultimate goal of the period of discussion.

The lights on the opposite side of the road were not extinguished until four in the morning.

When Yan Zhaoge saw the lights go out, he turned around and walked over to the bed. He then closed his eyes tiredly.

Everything was clearly under his control, so why did he have this uneasy feeling? Not only was he unsettled, he even felt a dull pain in his heart as he looked at the unextinguishable light …

Han Tianning actually slept at around 12 o'clock. Even if she couldn't sleep, she would force herself to lie on the bed.

It was Wei Ning, who had played the game all night, killing monsters nonstop until four in the morning when he finally fell asleep on the sofa.

He was so angry at Han Tianning for all his decisions, so angry that he wanted to tell his uncle and aunt that their son-in-law didn't return at night and would accompany another woman …

Han Tianning woke up early. She hadn't slept well that night and was always waking up.

Seeing Wei Ning's unsightly sleeping posture on the sofa, Han Tianning suddenly laughed.

It felt good to have someone close to him. At the very least, he felt some warmth.

By the time Huang Qiong and He Qigao arrived at work, Han Tianning had already printed out a plan and placed a copy on everyone's table.

"This rumor again?" Huang Qiong pulled up her chair, but before she could sit down, she frowned. "Didn't I already inform the media about this a few days ago? How do I deal with it?"

They were all reluctant to take over.

Gossip had a close relationship with the people involved, unlike other negative reports. As long as he suppressed it and got some positive news, it would be over.

Gossip, especially one of the three types of marriage, was hard to sever.

Unless the person involved clarifies in person and pays attention to himself, don't let the Doggie and the media take the photos to get any information. Otherwise, even if they spend their time trying to suppress the scandal, wouldn't it be useless for the newspaper to post an ambiguous photo the next day?

Moreover, as time passed, the harder they worked, the more terrible Song Haojun's image became.

No one likes to repeat the image of the artiste, will also have aesthetic fatigue in the heart, will gradually detest this kind of "hype."

"Take a look at my solution. If you have any suggestions, just say them." Han Tianning said with a smile.

"Ning Ning, it's not that there's a problem with the plan, but that the matter itself is problematic." He Qigong looked at the few plans he had made and shook his head. "The easiest way is to have Lord Hao hold a press conference to clarify this matter. In the future, pay attention to your words and actions."