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Han Tianning was slightly angry as he unbuttoned his shirt. He knew he was depressed, but there was no need to ruin himself like this.

"Ning." Song Haojun opened his eyes, looking at the busy lady on his body, suddenly shouted.

"Do you still want a bath? I smell of cigarettes and alcohol. " Han Tianning began to untie his belt, grumbling. "I know there's a notice tomorrow morning, but you …" I'm sure I'll be hungover. "

"Forget it, you go sleep for a while. I'll go make some soup for you to drink." Although Han Tianning complained, he still felt sorry for his husband.

"Peace …" Reaching out to grab her arm, Song Haojun pulled with all his might.

"You're already so drunk, what else do you want?" Han Tianning was pulled to his chest and looked at him helplessly.

"If... If we... We have no children... "What should we do?" Song Haojun looked at her steadily, before asking her with a straight face.

"What do you want to do?" Han Tianning asked.

After drinking, she spoke the truth. First, she had to listen to Song Haojun's thoughts.

"I don't know …" Clutching her waist, Song Haojun suddenly said sorrowfully, "I didn't know …" Will you divorce me? "

Although Song Haojun was drunk, the thoughts that had been instilled into his mother's mind were deeply engraved in his heart.

That was … From generation to generation.

In his opinion, women were more likely to want a child because their mother was such an example.

Moreover, from the mother's desire for her child, it seemed that if a woman left her child, her life would be incomplete and she would lose the value of life.

The private doctor, with a serious face, told him that the semen was indeed abnormal, but that it needed further analysis.

From this point of view, it was his problem.

Why was it that the third generation of the Song Family's inheritance could not even be passed on to him?

"Sleep well, don't let your thoughts run wild." Han Tianning didn't expect him to ask such a useless question when he saw the pitiable look in his eyes.

They had agreed that even if they were to quarrel in the future, they were not allowed to mention the word "divorce".

This fellow had drank too much today, to actually bring it up on his own accord.

"Don't divorce, okay?" Song Haojun hugged her tightly. That look was truly touching, "No matter what happened, we will all be together … Always together … "

"You're really drunk." Han Tianning looked at his face and sighed. He kissed him on his thin, wine-smelling lips and said in a low voice, "Of course we're always together …"

Song Haojun began to breathe rapidly. He reached out his hand to press against the back of her head, and the alcohol ignited all over his body. He tightly sealed Han Tianning's mouth, and pulled at her clothes.

The next day, no hangovers...

The room smelled faintly of wine and tobacco.

Song Haojun opened his eyes and saw the little girl that he tightly held in his embrace. He vaguely remembered last night's madness and her enthusiasm, and couldn't help but let out a smile.

The person in his embrace moved slightly and slowly opened her watery eyes.

Song Haojun lowered his head and gently kissed her lips, "Good morning."

It was as if nothing had changed.

Wu, early …" Han Tianning moved in his arms and turned to look at the clock. "Aiya, we have to rush the announcement today. We're going to be late soon!" "You need to take a bath first, you still smell like alcohol …

Early in the morning, after hearing this workaholic's order, Song Haojun felt extremely sweet.

Tang Rui was right, having children wasn't the most important thing. The most important thing was how the two of them felt.

No matter what happens in the future, as long as he was happy, it would be fine.

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Wearing large and stylish sunglasses, clothes sponsored by the top brands, and a low-key yet shiny wedding diamond ring, Song Haojun appeared as a good man under the crowd's call.

Not only is he a good idol, a musical genius, an international superstar, he's also a romantic and considerate perfect mister after his vacation in the Aegean Sea.

Song Haojun's popularity didn't decline because of his marriage and the series of scandals he had experienced. After returning home, he had been polished by a series of experiences that made him even more radiant, carrying with him a mature and irresistible magic.

Since their return, Han Tianning had also become the focus of everyone. However, she didn't like the cameras and preferred to be the manager behind the scenes.

"Mrs. Song, I heard that the second album is still in the vintage style, but it's not Chinese, it's British Rock and Roll, right?" The media reporters were blocking Han Tianning's way from the backstage.

"Everyone will know when the album is out." Han Tianning said with a smile, "I can only say that on the next mini-album, every song will be composed with high production standards and will definitely not disappoint everyone."

"I heard that the first album earned millions of dollars in An Mo studio in the first month after it was sold. Is that true?"

"After all, it's a global launch, and it's a multilingual album, so it's sold very well in the European and American markets." Han Tianning smiled but did not deny the wealth he brought with him.

"I heard that you guys are preparing to set up the An Mo Public Service Foundation. Have you decided on the exact date?" There were so many questions from the media that it was hard to answer.

Song Haojun was at the front desk participating in a public service performance. Outside, thunderous applause rang out, and fans of Song Haojun were everywhere.

His life seemed to have returned to its original state.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Song. A while ago, we saw your husband getting drunk in a bar …"

Finally, he asked about the gossip.

"May I ask Mrs. Song when are you planning to have children? A while ago, Mr. Song was in that … "During the rehearsal for the cross-year concert, he personally told the media that he was preparing to build a man …"

A while ago, Song Haojun had asked the media for a child's service. However, he didn't hide anything, and just openly admitted that he was considering having a child after the new year.

At that time, he had yet to see a doctor …

"Oh …" "We haven't had time to think about it because we've been too busy lately..." Han Tianning could only reply in this way.

"Mrs. Song, you've just recovered. Can you have a child?" A reporter interrupted her and asked with interest.

Han Tianning forced a smile. Everyone focused their questions on the child, leaving her with no choice.

Song Haojun was the final act, singing two songs in a row. After he finished singing, he left behind the fans who were crazily shouting his name and went to the backstage.

Han Tianning's smile was a bit stiff when he saw the flashing lights surrounding Han Tianning in a corner.

When the media saw that Song Haojun had left the scene, they immediately rushed over and surrounded him.

Song Haojun's male assistant immediately stepped out of the way of the media. Han Tianning felt much more relaxed, so she immediately hid in the dressing room to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

He didn't know why, but he felt a little tired recently.

Perhaps it was because the media had gone crazy, or perhaps it was because he had achieved his goal. Han Tianning felt somewhat sluggish.

Song Haojun had returned. Wherever he went, he was met with a large number of reporters, dogs, and fans. Countless halos of light surrounded him, but Han Tianning still felt uneasy.

In the end, fame and fortune were like floating clouds. The most real life was the most precious.

Sitting in the nanny carriage with Song Haojun, Han Tianning flipped through the numerous announcements.

"There's a big starlight party tonight …"

"The doctor called me." Song Haojun raised up the front and back compartments of the babysitter car, making the rear seats a sealed space, and suddenly said.

Han Tianning looked at him with a trace of nervousness under his calm expression.

"He said … There's something wrong, but we can't figure out what it is. We've tried it countless times. " Song Haojun said in a low voice.

"Did you mention the treatment method, or …"

"No, the doctor said it should be a disease caused by some kind of drug. Give me a few business cards and let me go find a more professional doctor." Song Haojun interrupted Han Tianning's words.

"Drugs?" Han Tianning wrinkled his brows. Song Haojun was in good health. Usually, his body was a little uncomfortable, but she immediately took care of him. He didn't take any medicine at all.

"I don't know. I'll contact Dr. Mike in America tonight." Song Hao lowered his head and looked at the diamond ring on his hand, "Ning, I …"

"It's alright, now that medicine is so advanced, we'll definitely be able to find the cause and apply the right medicine." Han Tianning smiled as he interrupted her words. Holding his left hand, the diamond ring on her finger shone with a fragmented light.

"I'm going back to America. You don't have to stay with me." Song Haojun pursed his lips, looking at the diamond ring on her clean finger, he said in a low voice, "Continue with the production of the album here, I will be back very soon."

"The album can be done by He Qigong and Sister Huang Qiong. There's also Xu Qian in the promotions. I can stay with you, so you can be at ease." Han Tianning tightly held his hand as he spoke.

"..." "No need." After two seconds, Song Haojun insisted, "Don't fly around with me, it's too tiring."

"Oh, right. The American magazine has been wanting to give you an interview. I'll arrange it for you and give you this interview as well." Han Tianning immediately took out his notebook and began scribbling on the notice list.

"Ning Ning …" If... "I …"

"There are no 'ifs'." Han Tianning's face slightly sunk, a smile still hanging on his lips, "Lord Hao …" After the second album, let's go to the Aegean Sea and play again. You've been under a lot of pressure lately. "

"Maybe …" Song Haojun finally stopped talking about his body and sighed, "It's been a long time since I've been this busy with cameras. It feels like … It's back to the past. "

"You don't like your old life?" Han Tianning looked at him, his eyes shining brightly. "You used to be very gloomy down there."

Song Haojun turned his head, looked at her, and smiled, "With you accompanying me, I can still endure it."

Looking at his smile, Han Tianning suddenly reached out and wrapped his arms around his neck. He lightly bit his lips and smiled. "We don't need to work so hard to promote the second album. With the foundation stone and your brand, don't be afraid that others won't hear it."

"And then?" Song Haojun reached out his hand with great tacit understanding, and wrapped it around her waist, asking in a low voice.

"I think so. From now on, if you want to make one or two high quality records and have one or two concerts every year, you can do it if you want to. But don't be so tired, you can waste your good years in the media and run around all day. It won't do you any good to make music …"