It's rare to see each other once, and Yuna has a lot to say. I want to express my inner feelings, but I have a lot of concerns.

After all, although the original confession was not rejected, didn't it not succeed!

Not long after, Cheon Myung-hoon quit the company.

Although the relationship developed quickly in the text message, it was unclear and the relationship was not determined.

When you face to face, the problem is exposed, and now what position do you want to use to respond?

When it comes to similar emotions, Yuna is very sensitive.

Although it is indeed very exciting, Yuna still will not be caught and captured by Qian Mingxun!

It's true that I like you, but didn't you promise me! I, Lin Yun'er, am not such a casual girl!

"oppa!, how can you joke about getting married? we don't have ......" Yuna was full of momentum, but the more she talked, the quieter she became.

Just now, Qian Mingxun said that he wanted to register with her, and he said that he wanted to hold a wedding. Although it is a joke in the eyes of others, can Yun'a, the person concerned, think so?

She didn't know if Cheon Myung-hoon meant anything else, what if it was just a hint?

No, no, no, no, where can this be considered a hint, it has been said so bluntly, so bluntly that everyone listens to it as a joke.

But Yuna still had a disappointing expectation in her heart, so she couldn't say that word in the end.

Finished...... All ruined!

Hearing Yoona's tone when she spoke, the beautiful atmosphere that Cheon Myung-hoon had been trying to maintain was instantly shattered. Even the hand he was holding Yun'er had already let go.

But the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, and the peaks and loops turn.

Yuna handed over the initiative herself, and the rhythm inexplicably fell into the hands of Cheon Myung-hoon.

Don't miss the opportunity!

Cheon Myung-hoon pulled the shy Yoon-a into his arms, and her head was right against Cheon Myung-hoon's jaw.

It's a perfect height difference.

“oppa……”

"Let's socialize!"

Yoona was frightened by Cheon Myung-hoon's movements, and was about to speak but was scared a second time.

"Listen to me, though I don't know where to start. ”

When Cheon Myung-hoon was brewing feelings, Yuna really didn't move. The two hands were entangled for a long time, and finally gently wrapped around Qian Mingxun's waist.

"I like you, Yuna. I like it very much, I like it very much, I can't like it more. I liked you much earlier than you liked me......"

"That'...... When is it?"

"If you don't believe in dreams, think of it as the first time I see you. ”

"You lie, I don't believe it!" Yuna struggled a few times.

"What did I lie to you?" Cheon Myung-hoon hugged her tighter.

"Then why did you reject me in the first place!" it turned out that Yuna had been haunted by this matter.

Qian Mingxun was a little helpless: "Where did I refuse, didn't I just agree immediately?"

"Then why don't you say yes!" Yuna made up her mind that she had to ask the truth today.

"Alas. Qian Mingxun sighed: "Yes, why didn't I agree at the time?"

I didn't say anything for a while.

"You're too young, I want to wait until you're older. Cheon Myung-hoon finally gave a vague answer.

"OPPA is only two years older than me, is there any difference between now and in the future?" Yuna still couldn't understand.

"Of course there is a difference, in case ......"

"How?"

"What if you grow ugly!

Cheon Myung-hoon thought that Yuna would have various reactions, but he didn't expect her to be silent.

From Cheon Myung-hoon's point of view, this is of course just a joke, because he knows how beautiful Yoona will be in the future. But Yuna herself doesn't have that kind of confidence, so she is naturally overhearted.

"Then what is OPPA's standard for judging beauty and ugliness?"

A flash of inspiration flashed in Qian Mingxun's mind, and he couldn't help but smile and replied: "It's very easy for you to meet the standard!"

"Really?" Although Yun'er was skeptical, she couldn't help but be happy.

"Well, you just need to be the number one beauty in Asia!"

“……”

"Well, isn't it easy. ”

"Hmph, then I won't like you then!"

"It's okay, it's good if I'll chase you. ”

……

Seeing Yuna enter the company in three steps and one by one, Cheon Myung-hoon still couldn't stop thinking about it.

This is the first time in his life that he has hugged the person he likes, and the kind of satisfaction that comes from the heart makes Cheon Myung-hoon a little addicted.

It's not about the feeling of physical contact, it's just about the difference in what it means.

It's like you can throw away anything but the person in your arms. But when the two separated, Cheon Myung-hoon returned to reality.

He still has a lot to do and problems to solve.

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"Uncle Zheng. ”

A familiar car pulled up to the side of the road, and Cheon Myung-hoon said to the driver who rolled down the window.

"Get in the car, little master. ”

Cheon Myung-hoon opened the door to the back seat and sat inside. The car then started.

Uncle Zheng didn't say anything, and Qian Mingxun didn't ask. Both know it.

Qian Mingxun didn't let Uncle Zheng pick him up, but Uncle Zheng knew his location.

Everything speaks for itself.

Cheon Myung-hoon told his parents about today's performance, but these two are people who haven't been to a public theater for some time.

The security methods of the Qianjia are no worse than the Blue House guards, and it is impossible to go to unfamiliar places without security screening.

However, if the theater is supervised for safety, people who enter and leave will be checked. That would completely ruin the atmosphere of the show.

So the father did not take a stand, but the mother cared most about her son. Tell the housekeeper Uncle Zheng to take a look, and then record the video and bring it back to her.

In short, all of Cheon Myung-hoon's movements, from the public theater to Lee Sun-hee's studio to S.M. The situation is clear at a glance, and there is no possibility of concealment.

Obviously, the security personnel who followed Cheon Myung-hoon reported to the public.

Cheon Myung-hoon closed his eyes and quietly thought about what reason he would use to convince his father later. At this time, it is pointless to think about his father's attitude, even if Cheon Jeong-jae disagrees, Cheon Myung-hoon must fight for it with all his might.

After thinking about it for a while, I opened my eyes, and I had already arrived at my home on the outskirts of the city from JN Ward.

It felt so short-lived.

……

In the study, Cheon Myung-hoon and Cheon Jeong-jae sat across the desk.

In this kind of critical matter, Cheon Jeong-jae never let his wife interfere. If emotion overrides reason when making decisions, it will only add to the problem.

Eyes met, and Cheon Jung-jae was the first to speak: "Your eyes tell me that you won't accept my veto." So, do you think about how to convince me?"

Cheon Myung-hoon didn't rush to speak, he was trying to digest the information in his father's few words. Growing up, he hardly ever talked to his father on the opposite side.

He felt as if his brain had lost some of its abilities, and he kept denying the idea of wanting to speak, so he had to think again.

Cheon Jeong-jae took a sip of water, then put down the teacup: "Since you haven't thought about it, then listen to me first." ”

The tense strength in Cheon Myung-hoon's body relaxed, and he raised his head to look at his father again.

"You're very sensible, and you haven't had to worry about me all the time. You always know exactly what you want and how to get it. For example, three and a half years ago, you wanted to be a trainee, and I never stopped you. It turns out you've done both, and you're doing both well!

Since you have the ability, you can do things that others can't.

Although your sister seems to be more motivated, she is only the first to act, not the one who lasts until the end. I don't worry about her, she will naturally think of finding another way out when she encounters difficulties. But you're different, I'm worried about you!"

Cheon Myung-hoon stared intently at his father's face, waiting for the next turn.

"I'm not worried that you can't do well, I'm afraid that you will choose a path that is not so suitable. I'm not telling you about fate or responsibility. If you don't even understand that, then we don't need to talk about it at all. Because you made your choice only after you understood. So it's not about the decision itself, it's about how it's made. ”

Cheon Myung-hoon nodded, and Cheon Jeong-jae continued: "If I and the ancestors of the Qian family do nothing, we will have nothing. I will give you my full support to pursue your dreams. Because whatever it is, you just have to do it well.

But the reality is that you can do what you like, and I want to think about how it turns out to support you. Because that means giving up a lot of things that I have gained through my efforts. I want to leave this to you, although that may not be what you want. ”

"I never said that your major in college must be management-related. Because you don't have to study economics, finance...... Those who have their own people are in charge. But you have to manage a lot of things in the future, whether it is given to you by me or earned by yourself. It's important, you can not like it, but you can't do it badly. ”

Cheon Jeong-jae's words went straight to the depths of Cheon Myung-hoon's heart, and he completely agreed with it, and he had no idea of refuting it at all. These truths are not pertinent, but they are closely related to the final decision.

"Let me ask you a question. If you're just a simple singer, or to put it another way, an entertainer. Can you make sure you get through your life in peace, and if something big happens, can you keep what you have?

If there are still good things in this world, you want to cherish them. Then you have to be able to isolate the bad influences. If you give up everything you have for your dreams, will you really be able to live happily ever after?"

……

A lot of images flashed through Cheon Myung-hoon's mind.

It's like Yun'a who has just established a relationship, and her temperature and smell are still in her hands. Can Cheon Myung-hoon give her up for her dreams?

If you're just a singer, you're a top singer. Can I make her live happily every day without being hurt?

When that Black Sea came, when Jessica withdrew. What can I do but comfort myself?

Did I gain the memory of this dream in order to fulfill myself?

When did I start thinking that?

The pain of powerlessness, the nightmare that wants to end at all costs.

I don't want to go through it again, I really can't afford it!