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Han Tianning only paused for half a second before she lowered her body and got into the car.

He then turned his body to look at Song Haojun, and a victorious smile flashed across his lips.

Then he gracefully waved his hand and got into the car as well. The bodyguard respectfully closed the door and sat in the front row.

A wave of people surged in from all directions, blocking Song Haojun's path.

Those entertainments and lackeys had only been greeted with a warning not to harass Han Tianning in close proximity. But facing the popular Song Haojun from the entertainment circle, they had the urge to immediately stick it on.

Inside the long Hummer, Han Tianning was sitting on a couch at one side. From the window opposite, he could see a handsome man surrounded by entertainment people.

Layer upon layer, blocking his line of sight.

Without an assistant and accompanying staff, without any bodyguards, Song Haojun would be torn apart by the media...

But it had nothing to do with her, did it?

From then on, she had nothing to do with the man who was so charming on the stage and was surrounded by the cannons of the lance on the stage.

She would no longer pay attention to his every movement, no longer work for his negative news, no longer be bullied everywhere as an assistant. No matter what, she would never be sad or happy for him …

She would say goodbye to the past, draw a stop sign, and write a new beginning.

"Ning Ning, are you sure you want to go home?" Yan Zhaoge asked as he saw her leaning against the sofa, her eyes shining with unfathomable emotions.

"Yes, home." Han Tianning nodded his head. With such an incident, his parents must have seen the news and her phone was always off. The two elders must be very worried.

Besides, he couldn't keep it a secret any longer. He had to confess to them and prepare for a divorce.

"I've already booked a private doctor for you. You will be coming to uncle's house soon. You should rest more these two days, your health is more important." He sat opposite her and said with concern.

"I know." Han Tianning feebly looked him in the eye. "Ziyan period, I've caused you trouble this time."

"You're still as polite as ever." Yan Zixian sighed and changed the topic, "Ning Ning, what is your studio planning to do?"

Without the male lead, he was curious as to what Han Tianning would do next.

"Continue." Han Tianning rubbed his temples and said tiredly, "I've already been preparing for so long and the procedures are almost done. It's rare that this group of people share a common interest. Even if I say I won't do it now, I'll let them down."

"You can come to our company." He said half-jokingly, "I'll hire you as my assistant for a high salary."

"I had to put in a lot of effort and sincerity to get a group of Sohu people to come to the studio. I even did three years of planning and detailed planning." Han Tianning replied seriously, "So, I won't leave these companions behind." Moreover, there must be something that we must do. Otherwise, how will we live our lives? "

"Pfft." Yan Zizhi finally laughed. He actually liked Han Tianning's serious attitude very much.

Every single thing, every single word, would be treated with sincerity.

"What are you laughing at?" Han Tianning didn't find his words to be laughable.

"Pretty good, I have my own dreams." Yan Ziyan turned around, looked at the small bar installed at the side, and said.

"It's not a dream. It's just a way of living a full life." Han Tianning lowered his eyes and looked at the bruise on the back of his hand.

After walking through the floating entertainment circle, she no longer had any ambitions or dreams of glory. If one must speak of dreams, it was to be able to return to the life she had in the past.

A peaceful life.

She finally understood why elderly people always told their children that they were blessed to be healthy and safe.

Calm and serene, unharmed, just happy.

Her name was given to her by her learned grandfather. It looked very ordinary, but before her grandfather died, he said, "You look forward to Tianning, all these years, I have never let you down …"

At that time, she was young, and it was said that her grandfather had told his grandmother, who had long since passed away.

"Ning." He suddenly shouted softly.

"Hmm?" Han Tianning raised his head and looked at Yan Zhaoge.

"If you encounter any difficulties, just tell me." Yan Zixian stared into her pure black eyes, "Whether it's my business or life, if I'm unhappy, just let me know."

"Alright." Han Tianning nodded. His expression was the same as usual, as if he had agreed to a normal matter. It was as if he didn't know that the date of the bill was a billionth of his wealth, a tycoon.

Benefits, money, beauty, power, identity … To her, it didn't seem to have any attraction.

Yan Zhaoge was at a loss as to how to deal with her.

She seemed to be only interested in Song Haojun and his work.

"If you're unhappy or want to talk to someone, call me anytime." Yan Zixian continued.

"Alright." Still nodding, still looking at him seriously, still with eyes devoid of any impurity.

The smile on Yan Ziyan's face became a little helpless. Finally, he turned his head and sighed in frustration.

At that time, Han Tianning would still be shy towards him, but he hadn't been able to make good use of it. By now, Han Tianning, who had already become Song Haojun's wife, had clearly distinguished between love and friendship.

Although he had plenty of time and patience, he really wanted to taste her rosy lips now.

Because of the expression on Song Haojun's face when he kissed her, he felt that these lips were truly delicious.

"We're here." Yan Zixian looked at the familiar scenery outside, lengthened the speed of the Hummer, and drove into the courtyard in front of the Qian House.

The two bodyguards who had been silent all this while immediately jumped down, opened the door, blocked the door with their hands, and respectfully waited for the young master to get off the car.

Han He Yu also rushed out and stood by the side of the car, quietly waiting for his guest.

When he saw his daughter get out of the car, his polite smile was obviously filled with surprise and joy.

"Ning?" Han He Yu immediately stepped forward and looked at his well-dressed daughter. Then his gaze shifted to another man leaning out of the car. He shouted, "Young Master Yan."

"Manager Han, Ning Ning has been delivered." Yan Ziyan smiled amiably. "Is the private doctor here already?"

"We're here, sitting at home. Young Master Yan, thank you …"

"Don't mention it, Ning Xuemo and I are good friends." He then shifted his gaze back to Han Tianning and softly said, "Take good care of yourself. I'll come see you tomorrow."

There were too many matters that needed his personal attention this afternoon, so he couldn't linger any longer. After sending Han Tianning back home, he hurried over to the company.

He couldn't wait to know the situation of Song Haojun, who was trapped by the media in the inpatient department's lobby.

He played the remote control video and sat on the sofa, watching the monitoring in the hospital's lobby.

But half an hour ago, Song Haojun came running out from the stairs.

He zoomed in on the camera and froze the moment he appeared on the stairs. Yan Zixian looked at that impeccable face and saw a pair of pitch-black and bright eyes, full of fear.

Song Hao's expression was exactly what Ye Zichen wanted. Fear, worry …

This meant that Han Tianning had started a chemical reaction in his heart, and he hadn't pushed Han Tianning to his side for nothing.

Enjoy Song Haojun's expression for a while, and then continue playing.

The crowd clamored, and then like a tidal wave, they rushed in front of Song Haojun, surrounding him in the center.

He seemed to be shouting something else, because the noise was too loud. He could only guess from the way his mouth was saying, "Han Tianning."

"Han Tianning …" Song Haojun didn't know how he managed to escape from this mass of media outlets.

"Give me the wine!"

Tang Rui threw Song Hao, who couldn't stay drunk any longer, onto the bed. He frowned and held his hand: "Do you want to go to the hospital for stomach bleeding?"

"Hey, do you think Han Tianning will come back to see me when I get sick?" Song Haojun's eyes shined with a terrifying light, as if alcohol was igniting inside of them, bringing with it a pair of small wings of hope.

He thought back to that day when Tang Rui had used his injuries to trick Han Tianning into coming over.

"Don't cause any more trouble." Tang Rui sighed, not knowing what to say to him.

Did this fellow not know that he was "wild" now? No one would care about him anymore. From public to private, he no longer cared.

After leaving the company, leaving the last woman who supported him, even Tang Rui, who had experienced a lot, had never come into contact with the entertainment circle. He didn't know how to help him deal with those media outlets.

"If her stomach is bleeding, she'll go to the hospital to accompany me, right?" As if he had found a lifesaver, Song Haojun sat up from the bed. His throat was sore, but his heart was full of joy.

"Nope." Tang Rui took a long drag on his cigarette, then spat it out and mercilessly shattered his expectations.

"Yes!" Song Haojun suddenly said fiercely, and then jumped off the bed.

How could she leave him alone? Han Tianning's woman had always been eaten by him.

"Brother, can you calm down?" Tang Rui threw the cigarette into the ashtray and pushed him back onto the bed.

Although Song Haojun's eyes were getting brighter, his drunkenness didn't lessen at all. With a push from Tang Rui, he collapsed onto the bed.

"Rui, can you call her?" Song Hao seemed to have thought of another idea. He grabbed Tang Rui's wrist and begged in a pleading tone.

Tang Rui looked at his pitiful expression and felt like his heart was about to explode.

He really wanted to take advantage of someone!

If Song Haojun wasn't married yet, if he didn't have a woman he liked, then he would just cook some rice to ripen himself.

"Don't be childish!" Finally, after shaking off his hands, Tang Rui turned around with his back facing the bed. "Do you think you'll let her come back as long as she's sick, since she's able to leave in front of so many media?"

Behind him, after a long moment of silence, even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Tang Rui turned his head and saw Song Haojun leaning on the pillow. He couldn't resist the alcohol and had fallen asleep.

Disappointment and unwillingness was written all over Zhang Jun's face.

Sighing, Tang Rui adjusted him to a comfortable position, then sat on the bed and looked at his face. Ye Zichen reached out his hand and drew in the air on his face.

He remembered that he had said that people who didn't know how to express their love had to walk a very, very long road …

But it didn't matter, he would accompany Song Haojun as he slowly walked to the end.