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However, this man belonged to the category of people who would cause a traffic jam no matter which intersection they stood at – Song Haojun.

He got out of the car and forced the door open.

The door of the taxi was not locked, so he easily opened it.

Han Tianning was completely surrounded by these lawless people. Clenching her fist, she coldly looked at Song Haojun, who was leaning his head down on the roof of the carriage.

"You went to the hospital?" Song Haojun knew the answer and asked.

Han Tianning pursed his lips and did not speak.

"Why are you running?" Song Haojun didn't say anything. His clear eyes seemed to hide a sharp glint, reflecting the light of the neon lights. It was like a cat's eye stone with a deep blue night sky, unexpectedly extremely beautiful.

"You're wrong. I'm not running away. I don't want to give you another chance." "I didn't even want to give you the chance to meet her, that's all."

"Say that again?" Her ice-cold gaze caused his heart to suddenly tremble, and Song Haojun grabbed her wrist, pulling her out of the car. With the sound of countless horns ringing, he pushed her against the car as he spoke in a dangerous tone.

"I won't give you another chance to make me sad." As he spoke, Han Tianning's heart was filled with sorrow.

She might not even love him. She was just forcing herself to get used to marriage.

Han Tianning said in his heart countless times: I don't love him, I don't love Song Haojun, I won't be sad because of him …

But when she saw the face Shulan had caressed, her heart felt as if it were being crushed, and she gasped for breath in pain.

"Get in first." Tang Rui forcefully dragged the two people in confrontation at the intersection into Wei Ning's car.

The driver of the taxi had forgotten to charge the taxi fare as well. He could only watch as the black Mercedes-Benz grew in size.

Inside the carriage, it was extremely depressing. Even Tang Rui wanted to go out and take a breather.

Wei Ning parked the car by a quiet park and opened the car door almost at the same time as Tang Rui, escaping the suffocating low pressure inside the car.

Ever since Song Haojun had pulled her in, he had been staring at her face with a cold expression.

You don't even want to give me a chance to meet you? What did she mean?

"Tell me …" Would someone die? " Wei Ning, who originally didn't want to talk to Tang Rui, asked worriedly.

As he was driving, he peeked at Song Haojun's face through the rearview mirror. How terrifying … Although his face was cold and devilishly handsome, the pressure he felt made him not dare to look any further.

And her little cousin, under such a frightening atmosphere, was expressionless, as if no one else was there …

How did he cultivate this?

"Yes." Tang Rui nodded in confirmation.

"Ah?" Should we call the police or an ambulance first? " Wei Ning asked with a bitter face.

"Do you think your cousin husband will get the upper hand, or your cousin will get the upper hand?" Tang Rui changed the topic and asked.

"Of course it's Song Haojun. Just looking at your aura alone makes it hard to breathe." Wei Ning was truly worried for his sister.

I don't think so. The aura is a very strange thing. Some people don't seem to match well, but the aura is very compatible. " Tang Rui smiled faintly. "It's like an actor acting together. She looks like a handsome man or a beautiful woman, but no matter how hard she performs, she doesn't seem like a couple at all.

"Is there a problem with your acting skills?" Wei Ning blurted out.

"Shh, there's movement." Tang Rui didn't refute him. He turned his gaze towards the car and said.

Sure enough, the Mercedes-Benz seemed to be shaking, as if there was a fierce conflict inside.

Wei Ning and Tang Rui, who were standing three meters away, couldn't hear the sound sealing and soundproofing effects of the car. They also couldn't see what was happening behind the sunscreen.

"..." "Han Tianning, I can explain what happened today." Song Haojun spoke as he suppressed his explosive emotion, encircling her between himself and the car door.

"Don't waste your saliva on me." Han Tianning said coldly, suppressing his emotions. "I won't waste any more time and emotion on you."

"What did you say?" When Song Haojun heard these last words, his heart suddenly throbbed with pain. Who was she going to give her feelings to?

She belonged to him! Everything, everything, everything...

"I say, divorce!" Han Tianning looked at him resolutely. Even though she had suppressed her emotions, her chest was still heaving from these two words.

"No!" Song Haojun gripped her shoulder tightly, and gritted his teeth as he said, "Have you forgotten what I just said? You are not allowed to mention this word! "

"I will give you time to prepare and then hold a press conference." Han Tianning said faintly, "I've already said that before six, we still have room for discussion. But now, I want to settle this in my own way."

"Han Tianning …"

"Teacher Shulan won't get hurt, so you don't have to worry about the media attacking her." Han Tianning interrupted him.

"Don't act recklessly." Song Haojun started to feel nervous. He fiercely gripped Han Tianning's shoulder, afraid that she would disappear in the next instant.

"It's you who's been messing around all this time." Han Tianning looked at him and said calmly, "I shouldn't have entered such a wrong marriage. Now that I'm leaving, although it's a bit embarrassing, I can at least escape unscathed. "Since you and Teacher Shu Lan are in love, our marriage certificate is just a piece of scrap paper …"

"Nonsense, if you dare to retreat, I won't let you go." Song Haojun approached her, glaring fiercely at her.

"I hate people who eat and watch over pots and pans!" Han Tianning finally raised his voice, "Song Haojun, I hate you. If you don't like me, then let me go! Don't tell me this isn't allowed, isn't it! If I don't love you, you don't have the right to hurt me! "

After roaring for a while, he finally calmed himself down. Han Tianning took a deep breath and looked at Song Haojun, "Love is like overflowing water. If you pour it out, you won't be able to take it back."

Song Haojun suddenly covered her lips. These words, word by word, gouged out in his heart, made him want to use a familiar and sweet feeling to smooth out the pain.

"Don't make me hate you more!" Han Tianning bit his lips firmly, not wanting to be confused again.

Fresh blood oozed out from his lips, turning into a beautiful red flower.

The first time, the pain went from his skin to his blood, brushing against his bone marrow and arriving at his heart.

Song Haojun stared blankly at her as she pushed the door open, before leaving in a rage.

Her scent, her palm, the warmth of her skin were still lingering in the carriage, but she kept walking further and further away.

When Wei Ning saw the car door being suddenly pushed open, Han Tianning strode forward and was about to give chase.

Tang Rui pressed down on his shoulder and shook his head.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, Song Haojun came out of the car. He hesitated for a few seconds, before chasing after him.

"What do we do now?" Wei Ning asked dumbly.

Tang Rui answered the phone: "You came to the hospital? "Ugh …" "Alright, I'll take care of teacher first …"

After hanging up the phone, Tang Rui shook his head: "The rest is not something we can get involved in. Get in the car and follow slowly."

On a remote road outside the park, a black Mercedes-Benz slowly followed a man and a woman.

Han Tianning strode forward without looking back, ignoring the silent man behind him.

Song Haojun didn't know what to say, but when he heard Han Tianning say he hated him, he became completely confused.

He felt as if his normal life had been ruined by these words.

In the past, he had always suspected that Han Tianning disliked him, hated him, and was against him. But ever since their marriage, it wasn't that he didn't notice that she was slowly changing.

He knew, he knew, that she was being good to him, that she was beginning to like him.

It was just that he was used to being pampered by others, used to being adored and attentive by women. He felt that for a person like himself, being loved was a matter of course.

Thus, when Han Tianning had first become an assistant, he had found it inconceivable that Han Tianning had disliked him.

Han Tianning resolutely refused to turn his head. After walking just like that for seven or eight minutes, Song Haojun finally stretched out his hand, holding her wrist timidly.

"Pa!"

The hand being broken was definitely not a small conflict between a young couple. It was a firm rejection without any room for manoeuvre.

Once again, Song Haojun's heart went blank. He had been silently apologizing and attempting to save the situation, but Han Tianning had shattered his fantasies.

She really hated him …

After being shaken off by her, Song Haojun didn't reach out a second time. His pride was very high, and he couldn't bear to be rejected.

Stopping, seeing her taking large strides forward, Song Haojun looked at her back with a complex expression. He withdrew his hand, putting it in his pocket, turning around and walking away.

He couldn't tolerate being rejected, and he felt that his attitude was very, very good, but she didn't appreciate it at all.

There were women everywhere trying to please him. When would it be his turn to cater to them?

Taking a few large steps forward, Song Haojun stood up once again. The hands in his pockets were clenched tightly, the smooth curves of his back were stretched taut.

Should he turn back? Put down your pride and beg her forgiveness?

Compared to the internal struggle of Song Haojun, Han Tianning's heart was empty.

Was this the feeling of release? He felt as if his entire body had been stripped of its tiredness, and there was nothing left …

Even though she told Song Haojun to retreat, the truth was that she had been defeated a long time ago.

However, it didn't matter. In this life, regardless of whether there were people who cherished her or not, she would continue to walk forward. At the very least, he wouldn't dare to look down on them.

She was not afraid. She was not afraid to forget him with her life!

Tang Rui got out of the car and stood in front of Song Haojun.

The two stood face to face in silence. No one spoke a word.

Wei Ning couldn't care less and sped up to chase.

In the cold night wind, the distance between Han Tianning and Song Haojun grew larger and larger. Far away.

When Han Tianning returned to the studio, he fell asleep with his head covered and Wei Ning shut out.

Maybe sleep is fine, it's no big deal...

As for Song Haojun, he just stood there on the road, not turning around or moving forward. His slightly long hair was swaying in front of his eyes as it was gradually soaked by the dew, sticking coldly to his forehead.

This time, the paparazzi took a clear and precious picture.

Han Tianning and Song Haojun's words "split up and go their own ways", "chase down the quarrels", "derelict violence" and "marriage break up" appeared frequently on the headlines, blowing up the entertainment circle with the speed and power of the tsunami.