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Han Tianning fell asleep with her phone still turned off. The studio phone had been switched off and the outside world no longer mattered to her.

Just like that, she slept until dawn. After waking up, she would run around her room, cook and sing …

Then he would fall asleep with his head covered.

The moment he fell asleep, he felt as though he had fallen into a nightmare. No matter what, he couldn't wake up.

"So hot." A man with a clean face was sitting on the edge of the bed, checking the temperature with the back of his hand.

"Luckily everyone in the studio has a spare key, otherwise no one would know if it was burned out." The other man was about thirty years old. He wore glasses and looked very cultured. One look was all it took to tell that he was a brain-type talent.

"Has it been arranged?" Yan Zixian asked.

"Yes." Nodding his head, Xu Qian looked at the A4 paper in his hand, squinting his eyes, "Ning Ning is preparing for a divorce, this should be her planning plan."

Yan Zixian wasn't very interested in those pieces of paper, his eyes never leaving Han Tianning's flushed face.

He felt an indescribable pain in his heart.

This time, Shu Lan had turned into a sharp blade, cutting Song Haojun and her in half.

Breaking off was also his goal.

However, he didn't want Han Tianning to get hurt.

It was heartbreaking to be an assistant who didn't even know she was sick.

"Ning, I'll take you to the hospital." He leaned over and whispered in her ear.

Han Tianning didn't know anything, she only knew that there was a whirlpool of dreams that continuously revolved around her. Boundless darkness sucked her in, but no matter what she did, she couldn't break free.

It was still Jinghua Hospital.

Lots of entertainment and puppies lurked outside, making it the center of an entertainment storm.

However, this time the news turned into: the new CEO of the Yan Group carrying the unconscious wife of Song Haojun rushed to the hospital.

Han Tianning lay quietly on the sickbed. It was as if she didn't want to wake up. Even after the fever had subsided, she kept her eyes closed and didn't even move.

"Young master, there are more and more reporters outside, do you want to …" A person with the appearance of a follower stood outside the door and respectfully said.

He waved his hand and said lightly, "Ignore them."

After saying that, he turned around to look at Han Tianning, who was lying on the sickbed with his eyes closed.

Song Haojun should already know the news of him carrying his wife to the hospital, how could he be so calm today, and not show up yet?

Just as Ye Zichen stood silently in front of the sickbed, he heard hurried footsteps from outside.

The two bodyguards standing outside the special ward blocked the handsome man who had a gloomy expression.

Song Haojun never thought that one day, he would have to look for his own wife and ask for permission from others.

It was impossible to describe how he was feeling right now. There was anger mixed with a hint of humiliation and intense jealousy …

His wife was carried into the hospital by another man in public!

"This is Ning Ning Ning's husband, don't you know him? Hurry up and get the money. " When Yan Ziyan heard the noise coming from outside, he immediately walked out and said angrily to the two bodyguards who were blocking Song Haojun.

He was clearly so angry that he wanted to kill Yan Zhaoge immediately, but after entering the ward, Song Haojun revealed a cold smile, "Young Master Yan, it's been hard on you to take care of my wife. You don't dare to waste your precious time, leave this place to me."

He spoke politely, but his eyes were sharp and cold. They cut across Yan Zhaoge's face like sharp blades.

"Haojun, you're too polite. That's nothing," Yan Zixian looked gently at the sleeping Han Tianning. "Besides, she's my important friend."

"Young Master Yan, you should still be busy with your own matters. There are too many media outlets outside, I don't dare to give you any more trouble." As Song Haojun spoke, he walked to the bedside, as if he was announcing his possession, and gently grabbed Han Tianning's hand that was under the blanket.

The instant he touched her slightly cold skin, an unreadable emotion flashed in Song Haojun's eyes.

He was like a person with a shadow in his heart. He was afraid that he would be waved away by her the moment he touched her.

Therefore, he had been very careful in the beginning. When he touched her smooth skin, he would slowly tighten his grip.

"It's alright. I'll just wait for Ning Ning Ning to wake up. That way, I'll be a bit more at ease." Yan Zixian said as he sat down on a chair at the side.

"She's already had a fever. There's no big problem." Song Haojun reached out his hand to touch her forehead, and the meaning behind his words was for Yan Zhaoge to leave.

"Ning Ning has always been in good health and rarely get sick." However, he didn't seem to understand what Song Haojun was talking about. He just sat there without moving as a look of worry flashed in his eyes, "If it wasn't for the fact that we couldn't get through to her on the weekends, and the fact that she fainted in her room due to a fever, maybe …"

"Speak of the devil, you don't need to worry about her anymore." Song Haojun raised his voice slightly as he spoke.

"I don't want to worry about that, but as a friend, I can't stand it anymore." Although his tone was still gentle, he said, "Hao Jun, if we hadn't arrived in time, Han Tianning's current situation wouldn't have been a good one."

He was already prepared.

That's right, he was already prepared. It was at this time that he suddenly activated the skill and bit off the prey's neck.

The excitement of being hunted was hidden in his eyes.

"Don't put yourself too high. You're not her savior." Seeing him tear apart that layer of camouflage, Song Haojun didn't want to be polite anymore, and coldly said, "You are just a man with ill intentions towards my wife."

"Hao Jun, if I had anything against Ning, you wouldn't have married her long ago." The content of his speech was sharp, but his speech was light and elegant.

"Then should I thank you for your kindness and magnanimity?" Song Haojun looked at him coldly.

"There's no need to thank me. I just want to remind you that if I feel regret, I can completely take Han Tianning away from you." Yan Zizhi suddenly smiled. His smile was as clear as the spring sun in April.

But in the eyes of Song Haojun, Yan Zixian's smile was like the fangs of a demon.

He tightened his grip, feeling that Han Tianning was still by his side.

"Haojun, are you scared?" He smiled as he saw Han Tianning's hand in silence.

"Otherwise, if you touched my woman, you would have truly regretted it." Song Haojun squeezed out the words from his teeth.

"Your woman? Han Tianning has already been lying here for six hours, but don't you think it's laughable that you're in a ward on the ninth floor, accompanying dear teacher? " He leaned back in his chair and stared at Song Hao Jun, saying gently, "Hao Jun, don't give anything that you can't afford to love. Don't let Ning Ning feel sad again, otherwise, the one who will regret it will be you."

"There's no need for an outsider like you to point fingers at my business with Han Tianning." Song Haojun lowered his eyes and looked at Han Tianning's face, which was bleeding profusely.

Did he hurt her?

"If it wasn't for me being forced back to Malaysia and allowing you to take the initiative, Han Tian would rather not have been your wife." He suddenly stood up and looked at Song Haojun with a faint smile, "Although saying these things now is useless, I want you to know that whether it is an outsider or someone else, I will always stand by her side to protect her."

"Of course, if she falls to the point that she needs the protection of an outsider, your identity as her husband will come to an end." He added one last time before heading out.

Hearing the disappearing footsteps, Song Haojun's face paled. Silently looking at Han Tianning's unconscious face, he suddenly leaned forward and gently kissed her lips.

Such a gentle and careful kiss made it seem as if he was afraid of waking her up.

He stood in the cold wind for the entire night, thinking about it. In the end, he could not bring down his pride, so he turned around and chased after her.

Now that she was sick, was this a chance for them to make up?

As long as she didn't refuse and didn't throw a tantrum at him, he was willing to do more "romantic things" like Tang Rui said.

The soft sensation on her lips made Song Haojun feel that she hadn't left yet, she was still by his side.

Wake up, and pretend as if nothing happened, they continued to live well, came home, and slept in each other's arms every night.

Han Tianning could clearly feel a feather-like itch on his lips.

There was also a man who forcefully controlled his breathing and strength, gently kissing her lips, her chin, her forehead …

As if in torment, a hand gently caressed her face. As Song Haojun stroked her face, it seemed as if he hadn't touched her so intimately in a long time.

The familiar feeling of softness and touch, as well as her familiar delicate and pretty face, were all in front of her eyes. Her hands were also tightly clenched in her palms, they would not suddenly disappear.

In the other room, he stared at the two people on the monitor.

He was the only person in this room, so he didn't have to control his emotions. He looked gloomily at Song Haojun on the screen as he passionately kissed Han Tianning's face.

His hands were clenched into fists, and his usual smile did not hide his jealousy.

That fair and delicate face had originally belonged to him.

It was he who gave it to him, allowing Song Haojun to obtain it so smoothly.

Is it because someone else's things are especially good? Ever since Han Tianning became Song Haojun's wife, he had been dreaming about her pure face more and more frequently in the middle of the night.

However, there was a trace of expectation and gratification in his envious eyes.

Monitoring Song Haojun's actions, letting him know that this little Heavenly King, who had always been high up in the sky, was being held by someone as a pet, truly felt towards Han Tianning.

Unfortunately, Han Tianning's heart should be as dead as ashes by now.

The camera switched to Shulan's room, a cruel yet gentle smile flashing across her lips.

Song Haojun carefully kissed her slightly cold lips, controlling his own breath, not daring to wake her up.

He was afraid that she would wake up and face him with cold eyebrows.

Song Haojun didn't want that kind of conflict between the two of them to occur again. He liked the gentle and obedient Han Tianning. He liked her to smile at him and be obedient to him …

Song Haojun wanted more …

He wanted the entire her, the complete her, the one who would never leave …