Yan Zhengxun received a call from director Kim Jin Wan near noon, informing him that he could report to the crew in the afternoon. After hearing such good news, Yan Zhengxun, who should have been overjoyed, was surprisingly silent and hung up the phone without even saying thank you. ?????????????????Is this the result that my wife has already paid for last night? Yan Zhengxun suppressed the irritability in his heart and returned home. His wife did not appear in front of him with a smile as usual, and gently changed his shoes for him. The house was empty, there was no smell of food coming from the kitchen, the dining table was deserted, and there was no soup cooked by my wife. Yan Zhengxun threw himself on the sofa irritably, turned on the TV, and adjusted a few channels aimlessly. He was suddenly startled. He saw his wife¡¯s familiar face. That beautiful face was still filled with a smile that I hadn't seen for a long time. "LOEN company? An Zhengxun?" With Yan Zhengxun's level, naturally he didn't know who An Zhengxun was, and he felt a little annoyed. He ran out to make a comeback without consulting himself and chose a new company. What kind of trick was this? So I picked up the phone and dialed my wife. Han Jiaren is having dinner in An Zhengxun¡¯s mountaintop villa. The servants served the banquet in a smooth manner, bowing respectfully with every word, and some even knelt down and bowed out, which made her a little at a loss. ¡°Compared with ordinary people, she has very few assets; it¡¯s not like she has never attended so-called wealthy parties. But she had never even heard of someone so arrogant. Soldiers stood directly at the foot of the mountain, announcing to the outside world that this was a military zone Jun, sister, there is a private villa up there, okay! Others use security guards to look after communities, but you use regular soldiers to look after mountains? The restaurant is bigger than other people¡¯s whole houses. Can people still live happily if they know about it? What's hanging on the wall is either Van Gogh or Picasso. How dare people walk next to the wall? What is that outside? You have such a big swimming pool on the top of the mountain. How on earth does the water come up? And that garden, with the saying that a garden requires four gardeners, do people still dare to go in and look at the flowers? And what was parked behind? You stop the plane when others park? You also said this is just one of the properties? Come over here and I promise not to beat you to death And there are only three people eating this table full of Chinese food? What should I do if I can¡¯t finish eating? Han Jiaren held up her chopsticks and simply didn't know where to start. The phone rang. Han Jiaren looked down and her expression suddenly became complicated. An Zhengxun and Kim Taixi were whispering something, but they stopped when they saw this and looked at her in unison. "Where are you?" Yan Zhengxun's voice came. Han Jiaren bit her lip and said, "Eating at the president's house." Yan Zhengxun's voice raised 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 else's house to eat?" Han Jiaren was a little flustered by his yelling. She looked up and saw An Zhengxun's calm expression. She felt a little calmer for no reason and counterattacked: "Since you asked me to accompany others, who should I eat with? What does it have to do with it?" "Hey! I" Yan Zhengxun finally couldn't say what he wanted to say, and his voice softened, and he hesitated and asked: "Youreally and Li Zaixian" Han Jiaren said indifferently: "You are not Have you joined the set? Why are you asking so much? " Yan Zhengxun almost smashed his phone and took a few deep breaths before whispering: "This is my fault. You go home first and we'll talk about it, okay? "Go home?" Han Jiaren laughed to herself and couldn't help but shed tears: "That's not my home anymore." "How could it be?" Yan Zhengxun said hurriedly: "We can start again " "Yan Zhengxun!" Han Jiaren shouted coldly: "Start again? What if Li Zaixian wants it?" "I" Yan Zhengxun was stunned and speechless. Han Jiaren took a deep breath and said calmly: "There is no turning back, Yeon Jung-hun." An Jung-hun and Kim Tae-hee on the side felt a little sad, and looked at each other, sighing. Han Jiaren looked confused sometimes, but she did see this matter clearly than anyone else. At least An Zhengxun himself had never thought about what would happen if Han Jiaren was released. Indeed, once you take the first step on some roads, you can never look back. Seeing Han Jiaren's tears streaming down her face, An Zhengxun would not let her bear the responsibility alone. He snatched the phone away and said coldly: "Mr. Yan, please introduce yourself. My surname is An, and I am the president of Han Jiaren's company." Yan Zhengxun was furious. "Who are you?" "Don't be impatient." An Zhengxun said coldly: "If you don't understand the meaning of this surname, I suggest you consult Li Zaixian. Listen, having the same name as you has already made me feel uncomfortable."??I feel very ashamed. If you don't want to disappear forever, then don't appear in front of beautiful women in the future. I mean any way, you know? " An surnamed An Yan Zhengxun recited it silently several times, and suddenly woke up. He suddenly felt a chill spreading from his heart to his limbs. Could it be that his wife was not accompanying Li Zaixian, but this person named An Zhengxun? Since it can be understood from Li Zaixian Taking food from his mouth can bring him back to the crew If it is really that family, it would not be surprising at all. The phone has been hung up, and Yan Zhengxun is still holding on to the energy of the An family to get himself out of Korea. It seems that it is really not difficult to erase. Looking at the empty home, Yan Zhengxun leaned on the sofa with a wry smile. That gentle wife had been pushed to the point of death by his own hands. After hanging up the phone, An Zhengxun covered her face and cried softly, sitting next to her and gently wiping away her tears. Han Jiaren looked up at him with tearful eyes: "What will you do to me. Sample? Throw it away after you get tired of playing it? " An Zhengxun shook his head: "I said this morning, you make your own choice, I won't force you. I will give you an artist contract in the afternoon. 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 sorryI" An Zhengxun waved his hand: "You have nothing to be sorry for me about. " Jin Taixi suddenly burst into laughter and said: "Hey, the beauty seems to have just sobered up. The ignorant person before seems to have been sold and helped count the money. " Han Jiaren was so embarrassed by her smile that she wiped her tears and laughed. Indeed, she is a confused woman who can't figure out her relationship issues. She attended the press conference without even seeing the contract. What does this mean? It seems like I have been playing like a puppet all day long An Zhengxun also laughed and said, "Okay, let's eat, your health is important, we will talk about other things later. " Han Jiaren nodded heavily, and suddenly felt that the food that she couldn't take off her chopsticks just now became very delicious. After finishing the meal in a relaxed atmosphere, Han Jiaren stood up habitually and put away the dishes. An Zhengxun and Kim Taehee stared at her in stunned silence for a long time. , she reacted, and her pretty face turned red. An Zhengxun did not smile, and his expression became very serious: "It is my loss that I did not know you before Yan Zhengxun. " Han Jiaren stood there at a loss, 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 whether to break free, but found that An Zhengxun had no other The action was just to hug him quietly. Han Jiaren's heart gradually calmed down, and she rested her head lightly on his shoulder without saying anything. Jin Taixi sat with her chin in her hands with interest, and suddenly found that it was quite fun, even better than watching Korean dramas. Fun. ¡Á¡Á¡Á¡Á¡Á¡Á¡Á¡Á¡Á¡Á¡Á¡Á¡Á¡Á¡Á¡Á During lunch break, An Zhengxun and Kim Tae-hee slept together and arranged a guest room for Han Jiaren in a very elegant way. Han Jiaren, who should be very sleepy, couldn't sleep at all. She stared at the ceiling with her eyes open. An Zhengxun's powerful and domineering thrusts and the ecstasy of bone-crushing pleasure repeatedly appeared in her mind. She wanted to forget it and closed her eyes. , the gentle and pitiful hug just now appeared in my mind again, and the warmth and calmness of that moment made people feel intoxicated. His figure appeared over and over again, but the frequency of her husband's face appeared very rarely. "How could it be?" Woolen cloth? How long have I known him? "Han Jiaren murmured to herself: "And he is so ****" Turning over, she thought about his amazing energy and the unprecedented sense of security under his protection. Then she thought about her guilty conscience once she was separated from his protection. At a loss, Han Jiaren sighed, and finally understood a little bit of Kim Tae Hee's mood, why such a proud woman would willingly follow him without asking for status - some things are like drugs, after people taste them. , couldn¡¯t stop. In the master bedroom, Kim Tae Hee lay on An Zhengxun¡¯s chest. The two of them were too tired to do anything. They just chatted casually. ¡°Are you really attracted to the beauty this time? "Kim Tae Hee was a little jealous, but more of an interesting look. An Zhengxun sighed: "Such a gentle and virtuous woman is really likeable. Unfortunately, I can't give her anything. " Kim Tae Hee said with great interest: "This is the first time you have announced your ideal type since I have known you. It's a pity that she is a woman with a husband, and she is also an artist. " An Zhengxun said angrily: "Look at your schadenfreude Let me go back to eight years ago, and I was too lazy to pay attention to you and went to her directly. " Kim Tae Hee was not angry either, and said with a smile: "It's a pity that lifeIf you can do it again, you can't get rid of me. "Can't life be repeated?" An Zhengxun smiled bitterly in his heart, but he couldn't expose himself. In fact, even if he could start over, he would still have many different regrets, and he would never be able to complete it. After thinking about it, he laughed at himself and said: "Han Jiaren was Yan Zhengxun was mistaken, but you, Zhixian and the others were mistaken by me. Maybe one day, I will be misunderstood by some woman. And so on. " Kim Tae Hee sighed quietly: "I wonder if the beauty will feel like a dream when she thinks of the past with her husband. " An Zhengxun was silent for a long time, and then he said pointedly: "It is still a dream when we wake up, and we cannot escape it. ¡± ;