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Yeon Jung Hoon received a call from Director Kim Jin Man just before noon, informing him that he could report to the crew in the afternoon. Hearing such good news, Yan Zhengxun, who should have been rejoicing, was surprisingly silent, and hung up the phone without even saying thank you.

Is this the result, what did the wife pay last night?

Yan Zhengxun suppressed the irritability in his heart and returned home, but his wife did not appear in front of him with a smile as usual, and gently changed his shoes for him. The house was completely empty, there was no smell of food coming from the kitchen, the table was cold and clear, and there was no soup cooked by his wife.

Yan Zhengxun threw himself on the sofa irritably, turned on the TV, and adjusted a few channels aimlessly, and was suddenly stunned.

He saw his wife's familiar face. There was a smile on his beautiful face that he hadn't seen in a long time.

"LOEN Company? An Zhengxun?" With Yan Zhengxun's rank, he naturally didn't know who An Zhengxun was, and felt a little annoyed in his heart. Running out and making a comeback without discussing it with yourself, and choosing a new company, what kind of tricks are you doing? So I grabbed the phone and dialed my wife.

Han Ga-in is eating at Ahn Jung-hoon's hilltop villa. The servants brought the banquet in a flowing stream, bowed respectfully every word, and even bowed down, which made her a little at a loss.

Compared with ordinary people, she is considered a wealthy person; it is not that she has never attended the so-called wealthy parties. But she was so proud that she had never even heard of it. A soldier stands directly at the foot of the mountain, claiming that this is a military zone... Jun, your sister, there is a private villa above it! Others use security guards to look at the community, but you use regular soldiers to look at the mountains?

The restaurant is bigger than other people's entire house, can people know that they can still live happily? Either Van Gogh or Picasso is hanging on the wall, do people dare to walk next to the wall? What is that outside? You have such a big swimming pool on the top of the mountain. How did the water come up? And that garden, a garden requires four gardeners to say that people dare to go in and see the flowers? And what's the stop behind? Someone parked your plane? And you said it was just one of the properties? Come here and I promise not to kill you...

And the table full of Chinese food is only for three people? What should I do if I can't finish eating? Han Jiaren held up her chopsticks, not knowing where to start.

The phone rang, Han Jiaren looked down, her expression suddenly became a little complicated. An Zhengxun and Jin Taixi were whispering something, but they stopped when they saw it, and looked at her in unison.

"Where are you?" Yan Zhengxun's voice came.

Han Jiaren bit her lip and said, "Eat at the company president's house."

Yan Zhengxun raised his voice an octave: "What are you doing? Why did you suddenly join an unknown company? How long have you known the president? Just go to someone's house for dinner?"

Han Jiaren was a little flustered by his yelling. She raised her eyes and saw An Zhengxun's calm expression. She felt calm for no reason. She countered, "Since you asked me to accompany others, what does it have to do with who I eat?"

"Hey! I..." Yan Zhengxun finally didn't say what he wanted to say. His voice softened and he hesitated to ask, "You... Really and Lee Jae-hyun..."

Han Jiaren said indifferently: "Didn't you join the crew, why are you asking so many questions?"

Yan Zhengxun almost pinched his phone, took several deep breaths, and then said in a low voice, "It's my fault, you go home first, and we'll talk about it, okay?"

"Going home?" Han Jiaren laughed self-deprecatingly, and the tears couldn't stop flowing: "That's not my home anymore."

"How come?" Yan Zhengxun hurriedly said, "We can start all over again..."

"Yan Zhengxun!" Han Jiaren snorted coldly and said sternly, "Start over? What if Lee Jae-hyun wants it? What will you do?"

"I..." Yan Zhengxun was dumbfounded, speechless.

Han Jiaren took a deep breath and said lightly, "There is no turning back, Yan Zhengxun."

On the side, An Zhengxun and Kim Tae Hee were a little sad to hear it. They looked at each other and sighed. Han Jiaren sometimes looks confused, but she really sees this matter better than anyone else. At least even An Zhengxun himself didn't think about what would happen if Han Jiaren was released back.

Indeed, once you take the first step on some roads, there is no turning back.

Seeing Han Jiaren's tears streaming down her face, An Zhengxun would never let her bear the burden alone. He grabbed the phone and said coldly, "Mr. Yan, let me introduce myself. My surname is An, and I'm the president of Han Jiaren's company."

Yan Zhengxun said angrily, "Who the **** are you!"

"Don't be impatient, Shaoan." An Zhengxun said coldly, "If you don't understand the meaning of this surname, I suggest you consult Lee Jae-hyun. Listen, having the same name as you has already made me feel very ashamed, if you don't want yourself to disappear forever , then don't appear in front of beautiful women in the future. I'm talking about any way, understand?"

An... The surname is An... Yan Zhengxun recited it a few times, and suddenly he woke up. He felt a chill spread from his heart to his limbs and bones. Could it be that the wife was not accompanied by Lee Jae-hyun, but this man named Ahn Jung-hoon? Since he can take food from Lee Jae-hyun's mouth, and let him return to the crew... If it is that family, it will not be surprising at all.

The phone has been hung up, and Yan Zhengxun is still holding it in a vague way. With the energy of Anjia, it seems that it is really not difficult at all to erase oneself from Korea. Looking at the empty home, Yan Zhengxun leaned weakly on the sofa with a wry smile.

That gentle wife...has been lost forever. Pushed to an unattainable place by my own hands.

Hanging up the phone, Han Jiaren covered her face and wept. An Zhengxun sighed softly, sat beside her, and gently wiped away her tears.

Han Jiaren raised her head and looked at him with tears in her eyes: "What will you do with me? Throw it away after you get tired of playing?"

An Zhengxun shook his head: "I said in the morning, you choose, I won't force you. In the afternoon, I will give you an artist contract. You are just an artist under my company, and I will protect you."

Han Jiaren looked at him blankly, and suddenly said softly, "I'm sorry...I..."

An Zhengxun waved his hand: "You have nothing to feel sorry for me."

Jin Taixi suddenly burst into a smile and said, "Hey Yigu, the beauty seems to have just sobered up. The one who was so ignorant before seems to have been sold to help people with money."

Han Jiaren was so embarrassed that she wiped away her tears and laughed. Indeed, a confused **, if you don't understand the emotional issues, what's the point of attending the press conference without even seeing the contract? It's like a puppet all day long...

An Zhengxun also smiled and said, "Okay, let's eat. Your health is important. We'll talk about other things later."

Han Jiaren nodded her head, and suddenly felt that the food that couldn't use chopsticks just now became very delicious.

After finishing the meal in a relaxed atmosphere, Han Jiaren habitually stood up to clean up the dishes, An Zhengxun and Jin Taixi stared at her dumbfounded for a long time, before she reacted, and her pretty face turned red.

An Zhengxun didn't smile, his expression became very serious: "It's my loss that I didn't know you before Yan Zhengxun."

Han Jiaren stood there bewildered, her face even redder. An Zhengxun stood up and hugged her gently. Han Jiaren trembled all over and put her hands on her chest. She didn't know if she should break free, but found that An Zhengxun had no other movement and just held her quietly. Han Jiaren's heart gradually calmed down, and Zhen Shou lightly leaned on his shoulder without speaking.

Kim Tae-hee sat on the side with her cheeks resting with great interest, and suddenly found that it was fun, even more fun than watching Korean dramas.

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During the lunch break, Ahn Jung-hoon and Kim Tae-hee slept together, and arranged a room for Han Ga-in with great grace. From the early morning to the present, Han Jiaren, who should be very sleepy, couldn't sleep at all. She stared at the ceiling with her eyes open, and An Zhengxun's powerful and domineering sprint and the ecstasy of ecstasy repeatedly appeared in her mind. Wanting to forget, as soon as he closed his eyes, the tender and pitying hug just now appeared in his mind again. The warmth and tranquility of that moment made people feel intoxicated. His figure appeared over and over again, but the frequency of her husband's face appeared infrequently.

"How could it be? How long have I known him?" Han Jiaren muttered to herself, "And he's so fucking..."

Turning over, he thought of his amazing energy and the unprecedented sense of security under his protection. Thinking about the guilt and daze once she was freed from his shelter, Han Jiaren sighed, and finally felt a little bit of Jin Taixi's mood, why such a proud woman would willingly follow him without asking for a name. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

——Some things are like drugs. Once people taste it, they can't stop.

In the master bedroom, Kim Tae Hee was lying on An Zhengxun's chest. The two of them were too tired to panic. Naturally, they didn't do anything and just chatted casually.

"Did you really like a beautiful woman this time?" Kim Tae-hee was a little jealous, but more of a funny look.

An Zhengxun sighed: "Such a docile and virtuous woman really makes people like it. Unfortunately, I can't give her anything."

Jin Taixi said with great interest: "This is the first time you have announced your ideal type since I met you. It's a pity that she is a woman with a husband, and she is also an entertainer."

An Zhengxun said angrily, "Looking at your virtue of gloating at misfortune... Let me go back to eight years ago, I'm too lazy to care about you, and go directly to her."

Jin Taixi was not angry either, and said with a smile: "It's a pity that life can't be repeated, but you can't get rid of me."

Can't life be repeated?

An Zhengxun smiled bitterly in his heart, but it was impossible to expose himself. In fact, even if you start over again, there will still be many different regrets, and it will never be complete. After thinking about it for a while, he laughed at himself: "Han Jiaren was mistaken by Yan Zhengxun, but you and Zhixian were mistaken by me. Maybe one day, I will be mistaken by another woman. It goes on like this."

Jin Taixi sighed: "I don't know if the beautiful woman thinks about her past with her husband now, it will feel like a dream."

An Zhengxun was silent for a long time, and then he pointedly said: "Waking up from a dream is still a dream, we can't escape it."