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"Whatever you do." Song Haojun stretched out his hand, pulling her slender white hand in front of him. His slender fingers gently traced on her palm.

Han Tianning hurriedly retracted his hand as if he felt an electric shock from the force of the palm and glared at him.

There were also a lot of outsiders around, and he would always show his "love show" as if there was no one else around.

Seeing her shy, Song Haojun laughed out loud. He lazily turned around and faced a few Frenchmen who were chatting with each other in French.

Han Tianning didn't understand, but he felt that when the handsome young man in front of him spoke French, his lips were very sexy and he exuded a unique charisma.

It suddenly occurred to her that … It's also good to make a bilingual CD.

With Song Haojun's internationalized image and his proficiency in several languages, what would happen if he spent more money, did well in advertising, and released multilingual records around the world?

From London to Paris, from New York to Sydney, it was all his music...

With Song Haojun completely banned from the country, producing a bilingual album was already a bold idea, but now, Han Tianning was thinking of something even more important — a multilingual album.

She knew that it was impossible for a person to become fat in one bite. Many things happened step by step. Although the results were slow, the risks would decrease.

But she wanted to take the risk!

High risk would bring about high returns, she knew that very well.

While Han is weighing the pros and cons, he is actively contacting foreign media, while Song Haojun is in Paris, shooting posters to warm up for his new album.

Han Tianning became his manager and assistant. Every day, she would contact the foreign media, but she didn't arrange for any announcements from Song Haojun. She only wanted to warm up for his return.

He stayed in Paris for nearly a week, had a romantic Mid-Autumn Festival in France, and then hurried to London.

There were many friends in Europe and America, some from the entertainment circle, and some from classmates. Thus, many times, it seemed like Song Haojun and Han Tianning were on a honeymoon tour of Europe.

Every day, Han Tianning lets Song Haojun and his friends meet, play, play golf...

But in the evening, he had to hand over his homework.

Whether it was the score or the lyrics, she had to find a melody or lyrics to satisfy her before she could give him any extra rewards.

However, Song Haojun became more and more depressed because Han Tianning's recent thoughts weren't on him. Every day, Han Tianning would push him into the midst of his friends, busily holding his computer and phone, letting him see in his eyes and feel pain in his heart.

Actually, he didn't want her to fight so hard for his sake.

Besides, she looked tired when she talked to the crafty press.

His originally delicate and childish face now carried obvious fatigue. He really wanted to stop her from talking to the media.

London was originally a sunny autumn day. However, in the past few days, there had been a lot of rain and fog. It had been drizzling almost all day.

Song Haojun and Han Tianning lived in an empty apartment in a friend's home. They planned to stay here for a week.

Today was the third day.

It was foggy outside and the sky was livid.

In the morning, Han Tianning originally wanted to get up and cook, but was half lured by Song Haojun to lie down on the bed, unable to get up.

Song Haojun saw that her charm hadn't disappeared, and that he had no strength left to continue pestering her. He then proudly kissed her for a long time, before getting off the bed.

Today was a special day, which was why he had eaten early in the morning.

However, Han Tianning seemed to have completely forgotten about it. These past few days, she had been busy contacting the media and had not remembered that today was the first anniversary of their certification.

The first anniversary of their official marriage!

During the Mid-Autumn Festival a few days ago, he had been hinting nonstop.

Although he didn't expect to forget about Han Tianning at work and get himself any special gifts, the Mid-Autumn Festival was their engagement day at the concert. He traveled all over Paris and bought her the best mooncakes with a limited edition crystal ring in them.

According to Bourdieu, the ring meant that the hand was always the same, that they worked together in times of frustration and danger, that they believed in each other, trusted each other, comforted each other, and were able to secure the only happiness …

It was a French romance. However, Han Tianning happened to be busy meeting up with a Paris media outpost and came back late. He had only given Han Tianning a sweet kiss.

Moreover, under his reminder, it was only then that the Mid-Autumn Festival would start, and it was also the day when she was "trapped".

The two of them spent the night in bed, listening to "Six Edge Flower". Watching the video from last year, watching him playing the piano under the effect of the snow on the stage. When the curtain call was over, they suddenly grabbed the dainty girl who accompanied the dance and put the diamond ring on her finger …

It was like watching an idol.

Han Tianning took a short nap before finally waking up.

As she walked out of the bedroom, she smelled the toast and butter. She heard Song Haojun talking on the kitchen phone, asking someone for breakfast.

"Stir-fried mushrooms, baked beans with eggplant sauce …" "Wait a moment, say slow …" Song Haojun was holding a mobile phone and serving dishes, preparing to cook himself. On the anniversary of his wedding, he would first make a proper English breakfast, opening the curtain to the first anniversary of his happiness.

Oh, that's not right. After he ate Han Tianning this morning, it was already the formal beginning of the curtain.

Leaning against the door, Han Tianning looked at the man in the kitchen who was so busy that he couldn't find Bei Bei. He couldn't help but let out a faint smile.

He really had changed.

Ever since he had gotten into a car accident, he had grown up all night. He was no longer a headstrong star who cared nothing for his own feelings. His tribulations and twists had transformed him into a perfect man.

"Rui, do you have the ability to express yourself!? "Say it again, don't let me make a choice …"

Although many times he would be gentle to himself, but in the face of close friends, he was still a hot-tempered bull.

Han Tianning walked to the kitchen side and gently said to Song Haojun, who rarely went to the kitchen, "Let me do it."

Because of the time difference between London and Beijing, Tang Rui wanted to adjust the night owl's schedule and went to sleep early. He didn't expect to be woken up by Song Haojun …

During this time, he had been recuperating and hiding from his brother, so he didn't return to Song Haojun's villa.

As for Wei Ning, on the third day after he woke up, he ran home in fright.

That Lil 'White could not make any jokes, and he was pitifully timid … However, this was rather cute. Anyone would like a child like this.

Tang Rui couldn't sleep after throwing his phone to the side. He turned on the computer and started to search for something that interested him.

When he saw Han Tianning's wedding photos, he couldn't help but smile faintly.

It was great that Song Haojun had found such a good home.

He was really happy, happy for Song Haojun …

He just didn't know where he would end up.

Tang Rui let out a long sigh. He habitually took out a cigarette and lit it.

Then he took the hotel phone and dialed a number.

"Young Master Yan, do you have time for a drink?" Tang Rui asked with a smile as he blew out the smoke ring.

The dusky weather gradually dispersed.

London has a mild autumn day and is suitable for the Royal Gardens.

And there will be a lot of outdoor events in the fall, and today they happen to be at the Thames Festival.

Although Song Haojun preferred to lie at home with his wife, it was rare for him to encounter such a grand mask parade on the anniversary of his marriage. Of course, they had to experience London's multiculturalism together.

"You're not allowed to mention your work today, not a single word."

After eating the orthodox English breakfast and drinking the tea, Song Haojun seemed gentle, but in fact, it was a very overbearing command.

"I've already made an appointment this morning to meet with a media friend who was originally from the Chinese Weekly …"

"No, not today." Song Haojun helped her clear up the table, a smile appearing on his face as he walked through the haze.

"I'll be back in the afternoon. You can go out and ride with your friends …" Han Tianning stood in the kitchen as he turned around and bumped into the person very close to him.

"What day is it today? Have you forgotten?" Song Haojun was truly angry, he suppressed his displeasure and asked again.

"Didn't you say this morning? Thames Festival. " Han Tianning raised his head and looked at the handsome face that no longer had a smile.

"Just Thames Day?" Song Haojun discovered that his anger was about to leak out. He really wanted to strangle this little girl with a flower-like smile.

How could she have forgotten that today was the first anniversary of her wedding anniversary!

They never put their marriage first!

The more he thought about it, the angrier Song Haojun got. He lowered his head without sparing her any more, biting his red lips as he glared at her, full of resentment.

Han Tianning looked at those beautiful black eyes, which reflected his own eyes. His hot breath was all over her face, and he couldn't help but laugh. "Let's go to the Thames Festival in the afternoon and parade in the evening, okay?"

"No need!" Song Haojun angrily turned his head, his good mood from the early morning was completely gone, "If you want to go out with someone, then go on a date, I'll arrange my own activities."

He recovered his childish temper and left the kitchen to change his clothes and get ready to go out.

At work, she might have been a little unromantic.

Han Tianning was thinking the same thing as well. She was walking on the streets of London and had already left with her media friends.

Today's weather was really good. It was a refreshing autumn day with a slight chill.

This time last year, she and Song Haojun had just come out of the Civil Affairs Bureau... He received a red marriage certificate.

The first anniversary, the paper-thin marriage, needed careful care.

Han Tianning stopped in front of a special antique shop.

He pretended that he didn't know the anniversary of the wedding, just to give him a surprise.

In front of her, Song Haojun was more like a child, liking surprises and rewards.

Therefore, she had been worrying about what kind of gift she could give to that little devil all morning.

Watch? His family's famous watch already had two drawers, but it wasn't something he would wear outside of Song. Song Haojun usually didn't like wearing a watch.

Tie? There was also a wardrobe at home...

In short, there was a room full of clothes, all of which were from sponsors or from himself. They were all designer clothes, shoes, neckties, leather belts, sunglasses, leather bags …

Han Tianning pushed open the tiny glass door and deliberately made old decorations, causing the small shop to emit a distant aura as if it had entered an ancient and mysterious place.

As soon as she saw it, she saw the lower level of the Bogu rack, the harmonica covered in glass.