Superstar’s Female Assistant - C183

The liveliness had all been placed at the end of the filming. Now, there was only the kissing scene.

Han Tianning discovered that as long as it wasn’t a single shot and Song Haojun was present, it would be very easy for her to be brought into the scene.

Especially the kissing scene. Other than the initial shyness and uneasiness, they had all passed the test once since then.

The director was very satisfied and kept giving Han Tianning a thumbs up.

When the filming ended, Han Tianning turned his head and saw Xu Qian taking pictures.

An Mo sent over a male and a female assistant, as well as Xu Qian, who was in contact with the outside world.

This way, she would be able to relax a lot. At the very least, she would be able to pass on many connections between the media and her work to Xu Qian.

In the commercial plane, Song Haojun and Xu Qian sat in the last row, while Han Tianning and the screenwriter sat in front. In this period of time, her English had improved quite a bit.

Han Tianning hopes to delete the bedtime scene.

She wanted to act in bed with Song Haojun. In front of all these teams, she could just go die.

“Haojun, what did that word say?” Han Tianning suddenly ran over to Song Haojun’s side, asking for his help.

Although she had been trying hard to learn English, her energy was limited and she didn’t understand many of the words.

Xu Qian was sitting across from Song Haojun. When he saw Han Tianning walk over, he had already shut his mouth.

“Do you want to know what that word is?” As Song Haojun heard the words that she whispered in his ear, a trace of displeasure appeared on his handsome face.

“I want Daniel to delete this paragraph and replace it with something else …” Han Tianning did not dare let Xu Qian hear him as he whispered into Song Haojun’s ear.

The warm breath pounced into his ear, tickling the crispness and bringing with it her unique fragrance.

Song Haojun’s line of sight still fell on the document Xu Qian had arranged for him, but his hand moved past her soft waist without leaving a trace, and pulled her into his embrace.

It would take another eight hours to get to the next stop, and he hadn’t eaten her in two days.

Han Tianning hurriedly supported himself with the documents on the workbench. As he moved about, his soft lips brushed against Song Haojun’s earlobes.

“What you said just now was a serious problem.” Song Haojun closed the microcomputer and pushed it in front of Xu Qian. He stood up and hugged Han Tianning’s waist, “Let’s talk over here.”

Xu Qiuyi restrained himself from laughing as he looked at the document. He knew that Han Tianning was in trouble again because when Song Haojun stood up, there was a change under his suit pants.

The poor An Mo studio’s boss had to face such a pervert everyday …

“You don’t need to come in. I just want to delete the bedtime scene.” Han Tianning was brought to the bathroom and said dejectedly.

Song Haojun didn’t speak, only staring at her with a pair of extremely charming eyes, locking her in place.

“Wife.” With a smile, he called out to her. Pressing her against the bathroom door of the plane, he lowered his head and kissed her.

Song Haojun waited for her to calm down before following her out.

Han Tianning walked in front of the screenwriter without stopping. She felt like she was disheveled …

Fortunately, the screenwriter had been researching her proposed Chinese style video and hadn’t paid much attention to her expression.

As for Song Haojun, his spirit and mood were always especially good after loving her. He sat opposite to Xu Qian, stretching his legs with a face full of happiness.

“What are we going to do next?” Xu Qian pretended that nothing had happened and continued on with the topic.

“The internal department of the Yan Clan has already split into two. It’s enough for me to be busy during this period of time. I’m not a despicable person, and I don’t have the time to interfere.” Song Haojun looked at the numbers on the microcomputer, smiling, “Ignore him, let him go through with it himself.”