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Han Tianning liked this passionate, romantic Frenchman very much. She had brought along an artiste who had worked with Bourdieu more than thirty times, so there was also a deep friendship between the two of them.

They hadn't been in touch for a long time since he'd been sick, and Bourdieu had been living in Paris, sending only occasional e-mails.

Bourdieu greeted Han Tianning warmly, preparing to perform his next greeting ceremony.

"& …" "% $#..." No one knew what Song Haojun said, but they immediately shook hands.

Even when he shook hands, he only lightly touched his fingertips, before Han Tianning was pulled by Song Haojun.

"Ning, it's been a long time. I heard that you've been sick. Have you fully recovered?" Buldieu is fluent in Chinese because he is half Chinese and often travels back and forth between France and China.

"I'm completely fine." Han Tianning said with a smile.

"She looks the same. She looks even more beautiful now." Bourdieu spoke gracefully and elegantly.

"Thank you. Do you come to the Aegean Sea for work or for sightseeing?" Han Tianning remembered that he was a photographer hired by several companies to make movies.

"Work." Looking at Song Haojun, Bourdieu laughed, "It could also be said that it is to make up for your wedding present."

It did not occur to Han Tianning that Bourdieu had come here to work for him.

Yes, he had chartered a private jet from Paris, with his assistants and props, with the cosmetician at his disposal, and with the wedding dress and clothes Song Haojun had hired the most famous designer in Paris to design, fly to Greece, and shoot their wedding photos.

This wedding photo, which Bourdieu said was a gift to make up for their marriage, was free of charge.

The makeup artist and the two assistants were both French, with French romance and enthusiasm, helping Han Tianning create the perfect makeup and design.

In the most beautiful scenery, with the most professional camera, the most moving pictures were taken.

Who would have thought that the once delicate and pretty little wild flower would be able to emit a color that would cause people to be unable to shift their eyes away from it?

When Song Haojun saw the lovely wife of the top makeup artist, he almost couldn't believe his eyes.

She seemed to be wearing makeup, yet at the same time, she seemed to have not changed. However, her entire person exuded a clear and transparent beauty. She had a classical temperament and every frown and smile made her seem as if she had walked out from a mural.

There is no shortage of beauty in the world, only a lack of beauty in the eyes of discovery.

There are no ugly women in this world, only lazy women. This saying is also true.

This was especially true for Han Tianning, whose foundation was upright and natural without makeup. He wore a slightly seductive smoky makeup that completely overturned everyone's attention.

In the hands of makeup artist, stylist, and cameraman, she was carved into the most exquisite of jade, exuding an enchanting luster.

This was Han Tianning's trip to Greece. There were quite a few photos secretly taken online by fans spread by Song Haojun. When the wedding photos were released, the media outlets that banned Song Haojun couldn't help but be agitated.

With benefits at the forefront, who wouldn't want to earn more money?

However, they could not afford to provoke the power that was in charge, so the media released Han Tianning's picture at the same time.

The media was crafty and powerful. They only released Han Tianning's photos and blocked all of Song Haojun's silhouettes.

She stood in the setting sun, kissing a man with his back to the camera, standing on tiptoe and closing his eyes, while the sun set over the sea, and the sun was shining down on her, and the sun was shining down on her, and she was smiling and laughing and laughing, and she was wearing a Turkish dress and walking barefooted on the beach with her eyes closed and her face to the sky.

He looked at the photos that kept spreading out from time to time until he saw her wearing a white wedding dress with broken diamonds. Under the Aegean Sea's sky, she almost blended in with the white buildings. She smiled sweetly at the camera and then reached out her hands to stroke her aching heart, breathing softly.

He discovered … I really like that smiling, simple little assistant.

Not a companion, not a friend. He truly hoped to marry her and become the young mistress of the Yan family.

10 different kinds of wedding gowns, pure and beautiful, sexy and seductive, elegant and graceful, holy and beautiful, pure and cute, romantic at court …

Each set, under the lens of the Master of Photography, vividly displayed her different temperament.

As a result, those industry insiders who saw the photos were greatly taken aback.

The little assistant, after sleeping for more than seven months, had transformed into an elegant white swan just like that.

At that time, everyone was discussing how extraordinary a woman who could make Song Hao marry her must have been.

He still remembered how everyone had praised Han Tianning's figure after his photo had been taken. He hadn't thought that the appearance of this group of photos would cause them to sigh in admiration at Han Tianning's beauty.

She was like a pearl at the bottom of the sea, suffused with a calm light amidst the waves.

No matter how enchanting her makeup was, her eyes were filled with a hint of innocence and vitality.

In addition to the ten set of wedding gowns, there were also twelve sets of clothes of other styles. Just taking pictures took seven days.

Han Tianning was completely exhausted from being manipulated by a stylist. Standing to the side and watching her, Song Haojun felt an itch in his heart.

Although Han Tianning was his favorite, he felt satisfied and proud when he saw her in the hands of a stylist. Sometimes she was a loli, sometimes a queen, sometimes a classical, sometimes a goddess.

Before Han Tianning became his wife, no one knew that she would emit such a bright and enchanting light when photographed by a top photographer.

If he hadn't made the first move at that time, then with her aptitude, he would have been too late if he had let Yan Zixian praise her so highly as to make her an international model.

When the time came, who knew how many people would find Han Tianning attractive and adorable. If he was still the Heavenly King, how could he chase after the famous models surrounded by a group of men …

In short, her fate had been arranged too well, allowing him to catch her at the best time.

There was no smile on Yan Ziyan's face. His eyes stared at the photo for a long time before he gently closed it.

"Xu Qian, come in." He pressed down the phone and spoke plainly.

Not long after, there was a polite knock on the door.

Xu Qian walked in and sat on the sofa.

There were only photos on the table, and he held his forehead for a long time without saying anything.

"Young Master Yan, what do we do next?" Xu Qiong broke the silence and asked.

"Blocked off, along with these photos." Yan Zixian took a deep breath, still holding his forehead as he looked at the photos with desolation.

"Young Master, are you going to do it to the end?" Xu Qian leaned on the sofa, raised his head and looked at the man behind the desk and asked.

"If because of my ban, Song Haojun was like a turtle hiding his head, what ability does he have to protect his own woman?" His finger brushed past Han Tianning's smiling face in the photo. "If he can't fight back forcefully, if he doesn't have the ability to rise again, I'll take her away."

"Ning will help him." Xu Qian interlaced his fingers and said thoughtfully, "Han Tianning is a woman with brains. He is not just an assistant."

"Therefore, we can't just give it to him like this." He raised his head and let out a breath of air as he said in a low voice, "In three months, if Song Haojun is unable to break through my ban, then I will have Han Tianning return."

"Ning Ning is unwilling." Xu Qian reminded.

"Brainwashing." From his mouth, he spat out two terrifying words.

He would forcefully take away Han Tianning, then contact the best brainwashing surgeon, erasing all the memories he had of Song Haojun, leaving only himself in her mind.

He wouldn't let Han Tianning be a useless man. He definitely wouldn't.

Xu Qian fell silent. Only by saying those words could he explain the cruel things clearly and elegantly.

"No, you have to listen to me about this!"

A private luxury commercial plane with only ten seats, a microwave kitchen, and a bathroom, TV, and telephone. The cost was quite high.

At this moment, the two young men sitting opposite each other were arguing about something.

On the table in front of him was a piece of paper and a pen. Han Tianning had written down his plan. Song Haojun looked on with a troubled expression on his face.

He didn't mind listening to her arrange the work, but he was a little reluctant to fly to France with Bourdieu before his honeymoon was over, having just finished taking his wedding photo.

He still wanted to stay on the island for a few more days to enjoy the beautiful scenery during the day and to see his beautiful wife at night …

Bourdieu, his two assistants, and the stylist were seated in the back, drinking coffee and talking pleasantly in French.

Han Tianning and Song Haojun were staring at each other, their eyes unwavering.

Song Haojun suddenly let out a sigh of defeat, his gaze shifting to the large notebook.

In the daytime, when she talked about work, she was strong and firm, with another kind of tenacity that was a little annoying but also liked.

"I'll listen to you." Taking the brush, Song Haojun began to draw something on it.

His hair, which had not been cut for a while, was slightly long. When he lowered his head, it covered his left eye and blocked the serious and deep look in his eyes.

Han Tianning was once again dumbstruck.

More and more recently, she had been unable to resist this man's beauty. She would often eat and talk, just stare at his face with rapt attention before being sucked into his serene eyes.

After that, if he intentionally showed an innocent expression, she would be unable to resist the urge to pounce over and brainlessly trample on him …

Song Haojun wrote a few words on her simple proposal book. Not long after, he added his own detailed comments to the blank space.

Half an hour later, after putting away the pure black Packer Brush with platinum inlay, Song Haojun raised his head and looked at the little woman who was foolishly staring at him while holding his chin, and revealed a smile that could turn the world upside down, "Old woman, please have a look."

Han Tianning hurriedly withdrew his gaze from the man's face and took the book from him. He looked at the suggestion and suggestion that he had taken half an hour to fill in.

She looked very serious. This time, it was Song Haojun who looked at her with a serious smile.

"Create a platinum CD, two sets in each. Combine pure music with songs and fight your way back from the European and American markets as an international superstar." Han Tianning closed the book, looked into Song Haojun's smiling eyes, and said word by word, "I want to be the person in charge and producer of this album!"