Kim Taeyeon returned to the dormitory with tired steps. She came back late today than usual. It was logical that the members had already gone to bed, but she opened the door and found that Yingying was discussing something around the hall.

In fact, Kim Taeyeon didn’t know whether to hate this Black Sea or thank it. Before the Black Sea, she had never seen such a harmonious and intimate scene of the members.

A common disaster broke the ice of conflicts between people, and gave everyone an unprecedented sense of belonging and dependence on the whole of Girls' Generation. Even Jessica Jung would hug her, and the two apologized to each other and cried loudly.

"Onie is so late today! I missed the big news!" Lin Yuner jumped up and waved to her.

Kim Taeyeon smiled: "Yona, you have been filming a TV series for a day, aren't you tired? What news is so exciting?"

"Big!" Sunny clenched his fists with both hands: "What a Korean! Korean!"

Kim Taeyeon touched her forehead speechlessly: "Have you been brainwashed by online experts? What Koreans? Qu Yuan or Confucius, is it Li Bai this time?"

Kim Hyoyeon shouted, "What! It's Ann! TerryAnn!"

Taeyeon Kim was stunned: "Is it the Grammy or the Oscar?"

Kwon Yuri jumped up: "Same one, they are the same one! The creator and singer of the Grammys' song of the year "VivaLaVida", and the author of the Oscar's best original script "Juno"!"

Kim Taeyeon said in surprise: "Same person? Korean?"

Jung Soo-yeon sighed and carried the laptop in front of her: "Look at it for yourself."

Kim Taeyeon looked at the screen and saw only a huge title: ""The media half-year exploration has come to an end, and the mysterious Ann identity has been revealed!"

Looking at the content, the general idea is that when American journalists were invited to attend the Harvard PhD graduation ceremony, they accidentally discovered that the name TerryAnn appeared on the graduation list of the composition department. Sensitive reporters immediately remembered that the mysterious figure who won the Grammy Best Song of the Year and the Oscar Best Original Screenplay this year, and who also missed these two award ceremony at the same time was called this name. The reporters who were injected with chicken blood interviewed Harvard's mentor and finally confirmed that this new doctoral student was the mysterious Ann who had been searching for by the media around the world for half a year.

"It's really the same person." Kim Taeyeon exclaimed: "What a great senior, he has achieved such high achievements in both music and screenwriter. He is actually Dr. Harvard... Doctor! What... TerryAnn, real name is An Jung-hoon, from Seoul, South Korea..."

"An An An An An Jung-hoon?" Kim Taeyeon's hand shook and almost threw her notebook to the ground.

"Oni!" Xu Xian rushed over and hugged the notebook tightly, avoiding the split ending.

"Coincidence, it must be a coincidence. How could that ** be Senior Ann?" Kim Taeyeon took a deep breath, rolled the screen, and her eyes turned, almost fainted.

On the screen, An Zhengxun showed a sunny smile, smiling brilliantly.

The following sentence is: "...Ann told reporters that the reason why he did not attend the award ceremony was because he did not intend to develop in the United States for a long time, but was preparing to return to China after obtaining a doctorate degree and contributing to the development of Korean wave culture in his motherland..."

Kim Taeyeon bent her five fingers and stretched her fingers, and finally managed to stop slamming her shameless face.

Kim Hyoyeon blinked: "How is it? Are you very handsome? You are also very patriotic!"

"Handsome! Very handsome! Patriotism! Very patriotic!" Kim Taeyeon looked around at the eight faces full of illegitimate flowers and said with gritted teeth.

"Yes! We searched online and found that Senior An's fansclub already, we have all registered... Taeyeon, come too! Don't you like that song Vida very much!"

"I...I..." Kim Taeyeon touched Wu Qing's neck and couldn't help but feel sad.

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Ahn Jung-hoon and Tiger walked into the bar. The bar was hazy and surrounded by gentle piano music. The air was filled with fresh perfume smell, which was very comfortable. Looking around, I unexpectedly found that there were many faces that often appeared on the screen.

"Tiger, how do you know such a place? It's all artists inside." An Zhengxun said in surprise: "And you came back on the first day like me and actually had a membership card here. It seems that you have hidden a lot of things from me..."

Tiger shook his head like a wavy drum: "What diamond card did the lady give me during dinner? It was said that it was a bar run by the boy from the Zhang family, and it said that it was a safe place."

An Zhengxun touched his chin: "Oh? Zhang Xiaosan, he has a vision. He opens a bar like this... It's probably for the sake of being a celebrity, and he claims to be safe. Who doesn't know his little bit of fun? What does my sister want to do? She used to be a celebrity, but now she gives me a celebrity?"

Tiger also touched his chin: "I heard that the wife wants to hold her grandson, but she is so hungry that she doesn't want to care about the identity of the woman."

An Zhengxun rolled his eyes without saying a word.

Tiger curled his lips and said, "I don't like this place, it's too quiet. There is no moving rhythm of visiting it every time, no sexy girl's pole dance, what kind of bar is it..."

An Zhengxun was about to squirt him, but suddenly his eyes narrowed, he stopped and said lightly: "Although there is no steel pipe, the girl is not sexy enough, but it is very interesting."

Tiger looked along his gaze and saw two women sitting in one corner, siping beer, and saying something. Seeing the face of one of the women, Tiger showed an ambiguous smile and found an empty seat to sit down very consciously.

An Zhengxun walked straight towards the two women, stood by the table and said lightly: "I heard that you never go shopping in the club, it turns out that it's just a talk."

The woman was interrupted by someone halfway through the conversation and was a little angry. She turned around and was about to scold her. She suddenly froze on her face and her face began to turn pale. She said for a long time: "Have you returned to China?"

"Yes, I actually met you the first night I came back. Look how destined you are, don't you invite me to have a drink? Kim Tae-hee XI?"

Kim Tae-hee had a pale face, biting her lower lip without saying anything.

Another woman asked quietly: "Oni, who is this?"

An Zhengxun turned to her and smiled: "I am honored to have the same name as your husband. Miss Han Jiaren is more beautiful than on TV."

Han Jiaren's face was not very good-looking. Who is this? How could he say the frivolous words of the same name as her husband when he first met? But looking at Kim Tae-hee's pale face, he knew there was something wrong with it, so he could only suppress his displeasure and politely stood up and shook his hands: "It turns out to be Mr. Ahn Jung-hoon, hello."

Ahn Jung-hoon sat down next to Kim Tae-hee and said lightly: "Tae-hee and I have been friends for many years and have not met for four or five years. Isn't my beauty XI mind if I sit for a while and reminisce about the past?"

Han Jiaren looked at Kim Tae-hee, but saw that she lowered her head without responding. She was very curious. Who is Kim Tae-hee? The national goddess, known as the number one natural beauty in Korea, the queen of advertising, and her academic qualifications at Seoul University added a halo of noble and confident. Her prominent family background made the wild bees and butterflies look dissuaded. When have you ever seen her show such a helpless expression?

Seeing Ahn Jung-hoon sitting down and even holding up the wine glass, Kim Tae-hee sighed helplessly: "I'm sorry, let's go here today. I'll reply to you tomorrow for your business."

Han Jiaren nodded thoughtfully, looked at An Zhengxun deeply, picked up her bag and said goodbye.

Ahn Jung-hoon turned to Han Jia-jin's position, looked at Kim Tae-hee face to face for a few seconds, and smiled and said, "I thought I was driving me away."

Kim Tae-hee said expressionlessly: "I dare not."

An Zhengxun smiled and said lightly: "Did you get it? The freedom, self-improvement and autonomy you want?"

Kim Tae-hee held the wine glass tightly, without answering.

An Zhengxun sneered: "I heard that you had a very pleasant quarrel with the tree artist. Look, without me, there are still people who are restraining you and still arrange for you to do something reluctant. The difference is that they will exploit you and use you, I won't."

Kim Tae-hee said indifferently: "I can open an independent agency myself."

An Zhengxun laughed: "There are so many Korean artists, and there are many who live much better than **. Why can you appear in front of people with the face of a national goddess, without even a scandal? To this day, you should understand that it has never been a tree artist who has protected you. You hate me for using power to invade you, but you are also living on power? Do you want to be independent? How can you have it if I don't even have this thing?"

Kim Tae-hee bit her lower lip tightly, and her slender hands had already pinched the veins.

"It's twenty-eight, it's not too young, think clearly." An Zhengxun finished drinking the wine in the glass and turned around and wanted to leave.

"No matter how clear I know, I can't turn my head back." Kim Tae-hee suddenly spoke: "Are my uncle and aunt willing to accept a daughter-in-law who is intimate with other men on the screen all day?"

An Zhengxun stopped and smiled, but his words were very profound: "Mrs. Is there any problem."

Kim Tae-hee's tears flowed down and she said softly: "I was relieved when you went to the United States. But for some reason, I miss you more and more. I regret it, but it was too late."

An Zhengxun looked at her pretty face with pear blossoms and her thoughts returned to the day she first met. At that time, this beautiful face was also more youthful and lively than now, with a hint of curiosity in her eyebrows and longing for the future, so beautiful that it seemed that it did not belong to the world.

Now it is mature, with more intellectuality and more charm, but the stunning glance from eight years ago is hard to find again.

Kim Tae-hee stood up, gently hugged his back, and murmured, "Take me away."

An Zhengxun hugged her and sighed deeply in her heart.

If life is just like the first meeting…;
Chapter completed!