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Wei Ning desperately held her hand and suddenly stood up.

Chen Ying Ying raised her head and looked at him. She pouted her red lips and asked with a smile that was not a smile, "Do you want to go upstairs? "I'm very familiar with the boss here, there are always rooms available …"

"Little White, you aren't going to get a room, are you?" Suddenly, a familiar charming male voice sounded from the side.

Wei Ning's expression froze. He turned around and saw a tall man leaning against the curtain.

Wei Ning's face immediately turned ashen.

Damn, he was being spied on by this pervert who was lingering around like a ghost!

No, it should be said that what he said just now was completely overheard by this stinking man!

The feeling of embarrassment was secondary. He felt even more strongly that, as if he was in a dream, this man had finally appeared again …

"Who are you?" Chen Ying Ying followed Wei Ning's gaze and slightly withdrew her hands and feet. She realized that this man's "Little White" was Wei Ning.

"Xiaobai's lover." Tang Rui answered seriously, while revealing a hint of sadness.

Wei Ning's little heart was shocked by these five words. His face alternated between green and white, and he was unable to say anything for a long time.

Chen Ying Ying Ying's gaze suddenly became sharp and she stood up as well, regaining her grace as a rich girl. Her eyes turned between Wei Ning and Tang Rui: "You … What did you say? "

"Don't you understand?" Tang Rui suddenly revealed an evil smile and walked beside the two of them. Separated by Chen Ying Ying, he reached out to Wei Ning who was stunned like a wooden chicken and naturally kissed his red lips.

Smiling, Han Clan's bloodline was not bad. Their lips were red, their teeth were white, and their skin white.

Wei Ning felt electricity surge up from the bottom of his feet, immediately, goosebumps were all over the floor. He … he … he was actually kissed by a man.

And in front of so many customers.

Even Chen Ying Ying Ying was stunned. Watching the two handsome men kiss in front of her at such a close distance, that kind of feeling … The blood in his body was boiling!

She covered her mouth, her face red, and finally retreated as she screamed, "Wow, you guys … Ning, you like men! "

Wei Ning was finally pulled back to his senses by her scream. He reached out his hand to hit Tang Rui's face.

If this got out, his mother would definitely kill him.

Tang Rui reached out his hand to grab the wrist that was raised just now and pulled it out of the seat. Then, he pulled Wei Bai out of the seat and led him out.

"Bastard!" "Ungrateful bastard, you have to compensate my reputation!" Wei Ning was brought out of the car. Sitting in the car, he was so angry that his chest felt like it was about to explode.

He was worried that Tang Rui wasn't dead, was this man repaying him in such a way?

He was dead for sure! When he returned in the evening, he would definitely be tortured by his parents.

"It's because you saved me that I saved you once. Could it be that you really want to have a room with that woman?" Tang Rui drove the car happily. He didn't care how angry Wei Ning was, he just smiled and said.

"Pah! Pah!" Wiping his lips forcefully, Wei Ning's face turned completely red, "What method are you using that's not good, why did you do that kind of thing? "You really are abnormal!"

"I heard you were looking for me everywhere." Tang Rui suddenly said while playing the music.

Wei Ning did not expect him to change the subject so abruptly, he was slightly surprised, but immediately denied it: "Why are you looking for me? I'm full? "

"He came to find me at the inn several times, and then he called Ning Xuemo …" Why not call my cell phone yourself? Are you shy? "

Of course Tang Rui knew everything about him. Nothing Wei Ning did could escape his eyes.

"Only the devil would be shy!" Wei Ning couldn't take it anymore and knocked on the car door. "Stop the car and let me out!" I don't want to see you.

"Creak." The car emergency braked and they actually pulled over to the side of the road.

Tang Rui smiled as he touched his cigarette. He looked at Wei Ning's childish face: "Lil 'White, don't look for me next time. It's not good for you."

Wei Ning was about to open the door and get out when he heard his words. Suddenly, he fell silent and turned his head to look at him.

At noon in autumn, the sun was still a bit hot. Through the wutong trees on the streets, it sprinkled on the windows.

Tang Rui looked in front of him and skillfully played with the cigarette case. He popped out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. His actions were both lonely and lonely.

It was as if the two of them belonged to different worlds.

The man who smoked had a dark world in his eyes that he could not understand.

Wei Ning turned his head abruptly, pushed open the door and jumped out.

Wei Ning followed the clean road, but he didn't turn back as he walked.

Tang Rui squinted his eyes. He lit up the fire and took a deep drag from his cigarette.

He and Song Haojun were not people of the same world.

They were all beautiful flowers that grew under the sun, but he … Every day hiding in a dark corner, reversing day and night, reversing the world...

Han Tianning and Song Haojun left London and returned to New York.

In the European and American markets, she was probing step by step, not daring to act rashly.

Song Haojun had to succeed once, and couldn't fail again.

Chu Qi and her grandparents had also returned to New York. With their son and daughter-in-law gone, they didn't have much interest in living in the country. After a few days of sightseeing, they returned to New York.

Han Tianning could not tell whether he was distressed or happy. Her good friend had come as he had promised.

Originally, she didn't plan to have children at this time, because this was the crucial time of Song Haojun's return, so she couldn't be distracted.

After returning to New York, living with his parents, Han Tianning felt helpless every time he heard that Zhu Qi wanted to have a grandson.

She did not know why, in the last period of ovulation, there had been love every day and no winning.

"Ning Ning, I've already contacted the best band and recording studio to prepare for the audition." Of course, Song Haojun couldn't bear to see his wife be too tired. After he returned to New York, he would share a part of her work and contact some of his former industry friends.

Although Song Haojun never came out to contact the media, he had a lot of good friends in the music industry, especially abroad.

Because of the music he studied in New York, he had a group of highly rhythmic black friends.

Even though he hadn't had the time to gather with them and hold a small dance after becoming a celebrity, his feelings were still there.

"I have good news for you today." Han Tianning had gone out in the afternoon and had just returned. His smile was like a flower and his face was filled with joy.

"What?" Song Haojun was the first to look at her stomach. Had she left because of her month's incident?

"Last time in Paris, there was a huge opera about to be toured. I was looking for a new person, and I recommended you. Today, the person in charge called me and said that he had considered for a long time and decided to let you go for the audition." Han Tianning was very happy, because in this whole field of suppression, the fact that a heavyweight international stage show was willing to use Song Haojun was beyond her expectations.

Originally, he had only wanted to give it a try, but he hadn't expected that half a month later, he would already have the good news of having Song Hao as the male lead.

"A stage play? I don't have much experience. " Song Haojun frowned. He didn't like opera with strong performance.

"Idiot, this is a good opportunity to return. Do you know how many grandmasters are supporting actors in an international stage?" Han Tianning took out a long list from his bag, his face filled with joy. "This is the best time to show your strength. The script has already been passed to me. We'll return to Paris tomorrow!"

"Ning Ning, are you very tired?" Song Haojun didn't look at the script, but reached out to hug her, closing his eyes and asking in a low voice.

"It's a lot easier than being your assistant." Han Tianning hugged him back and said with a smile, "As long as you're obedient, you won't find trouble with me everyday …"

"Your one hasn't left yet. It's flying back and forth. It's jet-lag every day. Can you bear it?" Song Haojun interrupted her and asked.

"Alright, I'm fine, but you are busy these days. If you pass the audition, the rehearsal time for the opera will be very tight. Furthermore, we need to prepare a recording here. " Han Tianning said with a smile, "I'll help you set the time so that you will be in your best condition at all times."

Song Haojun let out a soft sigh, and then kissed her red lips, "Okay, I will listen to you."

Seeing how obedient he was, Han Tianning's eyes curved into a smile, reflecting the Gesun Water Wave brightly.

Song Haojun officially returned. At the Paris Opera House, he opened the curtain.

The poster pasted on the eastern side of the face was a mask, revealing only a pair of black eyes.

There was no name for the lead actor on the poster.

Just around the eastern face were photographs of masters, and the heroine, Mariana, the world's top soprano.

As long as one saw the gorgeous cast, it was enough to cause one to wonder who the masked male lead was.

The hardcore fans of Song Haojun would naturally recognize those charming eyes at a glance, but they weren't sure if their idol had really returned.

At the climax of the performance at the Paris Opera House, when the mysterious protagonist wearing a mask gently took off the ghost mask, everyone held their breath. A few seconds later, the scream lifted the golden roof.

"Song Haojun!"

"The little Heavenly King of Asia who has been quiet for almost a year, he is the main character of this opera!"

"He's back!"

"Perfect one-shot for European aristocrats!"

Paris, London, New York, Sydney, Moscow, Rome, Greece... All the countries that loved opera boiled over.

A performance that was perfect to the point of shocking the heavens, combining all of the musical instruments, dances, and dramas to vividly express the full extent of a man's talent in the East.

The moment Han Tianning saw the lights sink in the first opera, he broke out in applause and covered his face in tears.

She thought about the introduction she had given to Song Haojun when she contacted the person in charge of the opera: It was amazing.

Han Tianning doesn't know whether a romantic Frenchman can understand these four characters, but this is how she introduces Song Haojun's talents.

Being proficient in 20 or 30 kinds of western and national instruments, he possessed a high degree of sensitivity and passion towards music. The melody he casually struck out was very moving and pleasant to listen to. If this kind of person wasn't stunning, then what was it?

Looking at the headlines photos of entertainment in various language newspapers and the predetermined interviews with foreign media, Han Tianning did not expect that the operas of the upper class would have such a wide impact.