The three of them left the café and prepared to take the subway to the "place of work", when it was nearly dusk, and a layer of orange glow was sprinkled on the clean road. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info When passing by a convenience store, Ah Zhe asks to go in and buy a pack of cigarettes, and the other two wait for him outside.

It's not far from the company, and sometimes there are familiar faces passing in front of their eyes. In order not to be recognized, the two turned to the signboard at the entrance of the store, pretending to be looking at the new product introduction on it. However, Rao is like this, and Kim Jong-in is still recognized.

"Zhong Ren, what are you doing here?" A slightly cold voice came from his ears, and he turned around to see that it was Zheng Xiujing, who he hadn't seen for a long time.

A look of surprise immediately appeared on his face, "Xiujing, why did you appear here?"

"I didn't have a trip in the afternoon, so I came to the company to practice dancing. Zheng Xiujing was dressed in a black tracksuit, wearing a baseball cap that was also black on her head, even if she deliberately lowered the brim of her hat at this time, she still couldn't hide her natural beauty, "It's you, shouldn't you be in the practice room at this time?" she looked at Kim Jong-in with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Oh. . . Well, I'm going to dinner with a friend. An unnatural smile appeared on his face, and seeing the girl's puzzled expression, Kim Jong-in's heart suddenly developed an extreme disgust for the job he was about to do.

He has had a crush on Zheng Xiujing for a long time.

Since coming to the ** company, he has had more than one fantasy about the girl in front of him, although he himself also has a good appearance, but the girl's unique cold and arrogant temperament has always attracted his attention.

The same age is a good excuse to get close, in South Korea, young people of the same age can quickly become friends, Kim Jong-in took advantage of his innate conditions of the same age as the other party, and successfully became friends with Zheng Xiujing, that time of practicing together, is the best memory in his mind, but since the other party debuted as a member of the FX group, he hasn't spoken to her for a long time.

"Oh. Zheng Xiujing nodded lightly, as if she was noncommittal about his explanation, and didn't seem to take it to heart at all. She slipped her hand into her jacket pocket, pulled down the brim of her hat, and walked past the two of them.

Bian Boxian's figure was naturally ignored by her.

Kim Jong-in originally wanted to say a few words to her, but at this time, Ah Zhe walked out of the convenience store, and while opening the cigarette case in his hand, he looked at the girl's distant back and said, "Who was talking to you just now?"

"Zheng Xiujing, a self-righteous stinky girl. Bian Boxian was obviously very angry at the girl's behavior of ignoring him, and at this time, he couldn't help but say to Kim Jong-in on the side. He could tell that the guy liked her.

"Be careful when you speak!" Kim Jong-in grabbed the other party's collar and glared angrily.

Ah Zhe smiled and separated the two, "Don't fight, it's not good to hurt your face." ”

Kim Jong-in glanced at Bian Bae-hyun indignantly, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and stopped talking.

"Let's go, we can't keep them waiting. He was referring to the women who had "hired" them.

"Hmph. Bian Boxian sneered and took the lead in the direction of the subway station.

The three of them bought tickets, took the subway, and quickly passed five or six stops along the way. Ah Zhe stared at the road map on the top of the carriage, and suddenly reminded them that they had to get off the train at the first stop. The two of them suddenly became nervous.

"Don't be nervous, since you've decided to come, let's dress up handsome. Ah Zhe took out a comb and hairspray from his backpack, "After a while, get out of the subway, comb your hair and spray some hairspray so as not to mess it up." ”

The two of them touched their hair in the mirror, and the train announcement indicated that the station was about to arrive.

After getting out of the car, they walked to an upscale community, and Ah Zhe and the two of them stopped in front of an apartment. "This is it. ”

Kim Jong-in glanced up at the building, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and suddenly remembered the figure of Jung so-kyung in his mind.

"Can I quit?" he said, with a confused expression.

Hearing his words, Ah Zhe's expression suddenly added a little displeasure, he should have hated that kind of person who has no opinions, "It's all here, you tell me to quit now?!"

Bian Boxian also looked at him with disdain.

It was also the latter's gaze that stimulated him, and Kim Jong-in finally stopped saying that he wanted to quit.

There was no elevator in the apartment, they walked up, and in the corridor, Bian Boxian suddenly said, "You said they are not old women." ”

Ah Zhe smiled meaningfully: "It's not an old woman, but it's not a young woman in her twenties, thirty or forty." ”

The three of them climbed to the third floor, and Ah Zhe rang the doorbell of Room 301.

"Hey?" a woman's voice came over the intercom.

"It's me. Ah Zhe said.

The sound of unlocking sounded, and the door opened, revealing a woman wearing a white shirt with an open neckline and a short black skirt. She is petite, has a small face, and has long hair.

"Hello. Ah Zhe greeted with a smile.

"Hello. The woman replied that she was wearing heavy makeup on her face, but it still couldn't hide the small wrinkles under her eyes, and she really didn't look like a young woman in her twenties. The woman moved her gaze to Kim Jong-in and Byun Bae-hyun, her gaze like the exposure light of a photocopier, and quickly scanned them from head to toe.

"Your friend?" the woman said to Azhe.

"yes, both of them are handsome guys, right?"

Hearing his words, the woman laughed, and then opened the door wider.

The two followed Ah Zhe into the room, and entered the hallway to the living room, from where they could see everything in the kitchen. There were no cooking utensils except for a lone refrigerator. The dining table and chairs are like decorations, and they don't seem to have the slightest breath of life.

The house looks like it's rented temporarily.

The woman opened the door to the master bedroom, and two other women sat on a large bed large enough for four people to lie flat. One of them was thin, with short brown hair naturally draped over his shoulders, but his chest was full. The other was wearing a short white mini skirt, with a round face, and shoulder-length hair permed into large waves.

"Why is it so slow?" said the short-haired woman to A-Zhe, but not in an angry tone.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. Ah Zhe smiled and apologized.

The other two women seemed to be faintly led by a short-haired woman, and Bian Boxian looked at this side silently and thought, is this the big man that Ah Zhe said before?

"Come in and sit. The short-haired woman looked at the other two with a smile. Seems to be very pleased with their appearance.

"Do you want a beer?" asked them.

"Okay. The three of them nodded in reply.