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In this kind of environment, because of a kiss, Song Haojun was completely engrossed in it. He was like a greedy child, when it came to the most delicious food, slowly tasting it without the slightest tiredness.

Because she was ill, she seemed much weaker than usual, and her lips were like transparent and fragile petals that gradually became bright and colorful.

Yan Zixian suddenly punched the monitor, closed his eyes, and started breathing rapidly.

In the close-up, the rose cherry lips are taken by another man.

For the first time, he realized how unbearable it was to watch two people getting intimate with each other.

Sensing that the gentle kiss was about to deepen, Han Tianning slightly creased his brow and forced himself to wake up from his stupor.

He turned his face to the side slightly, allowing the warm and soft lips to land on the corner of his mouth.

Han Tianning finally woke up from his nightmare.

As for Song Haojun, at the instant she turned her head, he immediately stood up as if he had been electrocuted. Grabbing her hand, he didn't know whether to let it go or not …

Although Han Tianning had yet to open his eyes, he could only slightly turn his head.

"You … "Are you awake?" After ten seconds, Song Haojun finally asked in a soft voice.

When Han Tianning heard his voice, the hand he was holding seemed to want to pull back.

However, at this moment, Song Haojun was tightly clenching her fists, causing her to feel as if her bones were going to be crushed.

"My phone is always on, you're not feeling well, you should give me a call …" Song Haojun looked at her eyes, which were still closed. His throat suddenly felt sore. He really didn't like to see the lively Han Tianning become fragile and fragile.

"At least... "I will rush back …" His voice became low, and Song Haojun immediately said, "What happened to your studio? Why did other people have keys? "Even if you sleep at night, you wouldn't know to lock the door. It's not safe like this …"

He had wanted to scold her. What would the situation be like if someone went in with ill intentions?

However, these harsh and angry words had become soft in the face of Han Tianning, who was sick and didn't have any overbearing aura.

As Han Tianning heard the familiar melodious voice, he vaguely remembered his carefree university life.

At that time, the girls in the dorm had all gone crazy when they saw Song Haojun being packaged by Feng Huang, and she was no exception.

On the doors, walls, and tables of every girl's dormitory, there was a photo of Song Haojun.

They marveled at the delicacy of his features, at his heavenly voice, at the dreamy prince at the piano...

She also had dreams, like those girls, of becoming a prince's princess.

Some things, if it is only a dream, still have beauty and fantasy, can become true, but also may not have happiness.

She would rather go back to university without entering the peak. She would rather not meet Song Hao …

There was a light knock on the door before it was pushed open.

Song Haojun was standing by the side of the bed, looking at the two girls outside, he was startled, "Teacher, why did you come down?"

Shulan stood in the doorway, her face not looking very well.

"I heard your wife was ill, too, and happened to be in the ward downstairs, so I came to visit." The subgroup was truly too envious of Han Tianning.

She couldn't understand why a small assistant would suddenly become the object of envy for thousands of women.

How many women had chased after Song Haojun? Not considering her family background, just based on her appearance alone, it was unlikely that she would become Mrs. Song.

He really couldn't accept this in his heart. The subgroup would rather Song Haojun fell in love with a weak teacher than have such a simple and ordinary girl entrap his heart.

Women's jealousy is strange and terrible. They like to look down on others from a high vantage point. They like to think of themselves as the only queen in their own world.

Especially rich and powerful women.

Cheng Ziquan was such a person. In front of the humble Shulan, she always had an incomparable sense of superiority, as if everything she did was a kind act of charity.

But in front of Han Tianning, he felt as if he was being ignored. That day in their confrontation, Han Tianning had paid no heed to her attacks. He hadn't even glanced at her.

This feeling of being completely ignored made Cheng Ziquan, who was the center of everyone's attention everywhere, very uncomfortable.

"Ning Ning is alright, right?" Shulan walked over to the bed and looked worriedly at Han Tianning, who was sitting quietly with his eyes closed.

"It's already gone." Song Haojun lowered his head, looking at Han Tianning's face as he spoke.

"No private doctor? I heard that Mrs. Song was carried into the hospital by a man. The subgroup's probing gaze landed on Han Tianning's face. She really couldn't see how this woman was good at anything.

In terms of personality and face, there were people who were more gentle and considerate than her, and people who were more beautiful than her. No matter how she looked at it, she was just too ordinary.

Such a handsome husband fighting wild game outside, what's so special about having a lover? A woman sees her man too closely, just like trying to grab a piece of soap in water, it will slip out.

Because of what Cheng Ziquan had said, Song Haojun's eyes became gloomy.

"Is Ning Ning still not awake?" Compared to Cheng Ziquan, Shu Lan was at a loss for words. She looked at Song Haojun who was tightly holding Han Tianning's hand, reaching out a hand to touch Han Tianning's other hand.

"Teacher, go back to your room and rest. The wound on your leg has just healed. Don't walk around." Song Haojun ignored Cheng Ziquan and spoke gently to Shu Lan.

"It doesn't matter, I'm fine too …" Shuran didn't say anything. He suddenly saw the needle on the back of his hand and sucked a lot of blood.

In the end, Cheng Ziquan was not someone who could take care of others. She was too preoccupied with her thoughts that she forgot to bring the IV bag back for Shulan. When she lifted her hand, the blood immediately flowed back into the bag.

It was clearly a small matter, but Cheng Ziquan was still bleeding, and he did not know how to deal with this kind of situation. He let out a scream, and the IV drip dropped onto the ground with a "Pa" sound.

A large amount of blood gushed out, Cheng Ziquan kept screaming, while Song Haojun felt a little dizzy from her screams. He quickly reached out to pull out the needle on the back of Shulan's hand.

Han Tianning, whose eyes had been closed the entire time, finally opened them and looked at the chaotic scene.

Can you keep her quiet?

He just wanted to get a good night's sleep, but was disrupted by this group of people.

She reached out and pressed the nurse's bell.

Although the needle on the back of Shulan's hand was pulled out, blood was still flowing.

The nurse rushed in, looked at the infusion bag on the floor, and the blood flowing from the IV tube. She took the cotton swab and pressed it against Shuran's wound.

Song Haojun finally let out a breath of relief, turned his head, and suddenly saw Han Tianning's calm eyes.

His heart skipped a beat when he met her gaze. He was too concentrated on pulling the syringe from Shulan's hand to care when she woke up.

No, I didn't care when she opened her eyes.

It was still clear and transparent eyes, as if it had never been contaminated by spring water before. One could see the deepest part of it with a single glance.

If the water is clear, there will be no fish. Where are the people …

"So noisy." Finally, a cool and weak voice could be heard. Han Tianning looked at the shouting young lady and the pale face Shulan, before his gaze finally falling on Song Haojun's face.

Song Haojun was still gripping Shu Lan's hand. Seeing Han Tianning's calm expression, he suddenly retracted his hand, somewhat at a loss as to what to do.

Her expression without any hint of desire or impurity made Song Haojun feel uneasy.

It might be better if she was angry, or if she said something about herself.

But now, she looked at him with a gaze as cool as water. She didn't seem to like him at all, nor did she dislike him at all. It made him feel as if he didn't care about her at all.

"Nurse, can you keep this place quiet?" Han Tianning's gaze shifted to the nurse who was busy packing the IV drip, and asked in a low voice.

"My apologies, but the patient needs to be quiet. Please lower your voice." The nurse had obviously been chosen before, so she wasn't infatuated with the handsome Song Haojun. With her professional qualities, she spoke politely to Cheng Ziqun.

"Let them all go out and disturb my rest." Han Tianning closed his eyes and said tiredly.

"I'm sorry, but the patient wants to rest. She should come visit another time." the nurse said immediately.

"Please, some people don't need such a big card. If it wasn't for Hao Jun, who would be willing to come here …"

"Subgroup." Shulan immediately tugged at Cheng Zizong's sleeve, her face full of anxiety.

Cheng Ziquan was used to not covering his mouth. Normally, he would be flattered by the surrounding people, but now, he was displeased with Han Tianning.

When they came down to visit, this woman was still pretending to be noble.

The people who had sent her to scout the ward were all officials from the provincial government and people worth over a hundred million.

"Sorry, everyone should go back first. The patient is not suitable to be disturbed right now." The nurse said dutifully.

"Are you disturbing me?" Cheng Ziquan was once again displeased and frowned.

"Get out." Finally, Song Haojun spoke.

"Lord Hao, we came here because we were worried about your wife. What's with your attitude?" Cheng Zi Qun said angrily.

"Get out!" Song Haojun lowered his voice and looked at Cheng Ziquan.

Gritting his teeth in anger, Cheng Ziquan saw the look of pressure in Song Haojun's eyes, and suddenly understood that the woman on the bed was his wife.

They were always reluctant to admit this fact, and although they called Mrs. Song by her name, everyone thought it was just a compliment.

Song Haojun was a lover of the masses. In their hearts, a lover of the masses belonged to everyone, and wasn't something that belonged solely to Han Tianning.

Shu Lan quickly pulled Cheng Ziquan along and apologetically said to Han Tianning, "Ning Ning, rest well. We'll come see you again tonight."

Afterwards, he pulled Cheng Ziquan out without even looking at Song Haojun's face.

Shu Lan didn't dare look at his expression. From Song Haojun's voice, she heard some sad news.

A woman's intuition told her to keep quiet and quickly leave. Otherwise, Song Haojun might not be standing by her side this time …

Shu Lan bit her lip. She couldn't back down at a time like this. She looked like she was about to succeed. How could she let Han Tianning, who didn't understand how to capture a man's heart, suddenly retaliate?

"You go out too." Han Tianning closed his eyes and spoke faintly.