Maybe it was because of the green tendons on his neck that he had drunk some wine, his face was red, and his eyes were bloody.

He hoped he had misheard.

The fat girl explained, "Haha, doesn't Brother Han Yu watch Korean variety shows? Chu Yaxi is not married at the moment! Chu Yaxi is sitting in the studio and is responsible for commenting on their interaction! This qiē is all fake, but it's not really married, and the idols are all doing some ambiguous behaviors and saying some sweet words in order to achieve the effect of the show. Brother Han Yu, does he like which idol? Don't get excited~"

Mina also seems to watch this variety show often, and hurriedly asked, "Wow, which couple is it now?"

The fat girl replied, "The declaration couple! ”

"What's the show?"

“……”

Ignoring the two girls who were chatting passionately because of the reality show "We Are Married", Han Yu said to the glasses man Cheng Hao I am a little tired, go first, let Mina drive you back when the time comes, and ask him to take care of the two sisters.

After settling the bill, he walked out of the Hanniu shop, reached out and pulled out his cigarette, but the box was empty.

For people who are very addicted to smoking, when they are excited or thinking about their brains, there is nothing that does not have a life-saving cigarette mean... I'm afraid the end of the world is coming?

For smokers, the most depressing things for them are: first, good cigarettes, their favorite cigarettes in their hands, but they can't find a lighter, and second, when they have just finished eating or are inspired to create, the cigarette case is empty.

What Seven Stars and Black Devils can't get used to at all, so I didn't go to the supermarket to buy them, so I could only rush back.

'Tobacco food' is all at home.

The old driver of 9527 did not appear again, reached out and casually stopped a taxi, and went straight to his 'granary' in Cheongdam-dong.

"Sir, it's here!"

"Oh okay. ”

He got out of the car and paid, but he didn't immediately run upstairs to find 'food', but sat alone on the steps outside the door.

At this time, the screen of the mobile phone held was lit up, as if a message had just been read.

"Oba, did you misunderstand something? Chu Ya Oni recorded a program called "We Are Married", she is going to be a critic in the studio, not a hypothetical marriage to a male idol! I hope you can tell Oni not to make her sad again, you don't know that after coming back today, her love state is not right again, sometimes she is still giggling in the room, ...... alone"

Subconsciously reached out and felt in his pocket, only to remember that the cigarette had long been smoked, and even the box had been thrown into the trash can outside the Hanniu store.

If you want to smoke, the cigarette you like, the cigarette you can smoke, then the 'food' is upstairs.

The path in front of the stairs was no longer full of pedestrians, and it was also a very narrow aisle, so you couldn't take a car, but you could hear the sound of speeding through the avenue behind the building.

Night had already fallen, and there was some tranquility in front of me.

Until he himself hummed a song he hadn't heard in a long time:" The street lights are dim, rolling the car window and waiting for the dawn of the air, with your fragrance, is a luxury fantasy, I sit alone in the car, listening to the CD, counting the cigarette butts, how long is the night, if you are not there, the night is very long, I watch the people on the street come and go through my car window, but no one's eyes can replace to soothe my sadness, only wait for you to come back, wait for your gentle shoulders to wait for you to come back to capture the good time, loneliness is not because there is no one to accompany you, lack of comfort, but there is a sense of emptiness, it has been, there is trouble, how busy and tired it is, in order to let me fall asleep safely, what is it like to wait, you are not meYou can't understand it..."

Han Yu likes this song very much, although the singer is married.

The sound in the studio seemed to ring in his ears again, causing him to grasp his trouser legs, and then slowly release them.

"It's really good to sing...... It's a pity that he's not an original singer..."

He muttered to himself, got up and walked in the door, and took the elevator upstairs to go home.

Like a fan, at that ignorant age, I fell in love with a girl who could sing, write, and play the guitar.

But that girl was a star, and he was just an ordinary musical pro at the time.

Like a senior teacher, because of that fateful encounter, I fell in love with a girl who could sing, dance, and play the guitar.

But this girl doesn't have to worry about the teacher-student relationship, and he confesses to her when he is no longer an ordinary music student.

Pu Chuya has a hint of Dai Penny's smell on her body.

She and she are like.

It's a lot like.

Very much like that.

Maybe she's even prettier.

That's a love for good singers.

It was a cult of excellence.

Like is not love.

What is **?

Maybe I'll be better off thinking about it this way.

I opened the door but didn't turn on the light, the room on the top floor of this floor has been living for a few days and should be familiar.

Even if it's dark, you can walk in and sit on the couch.

"A bunch of stinky idols...... Hehe. ”

Continue to be alone in a daze, paralyzing yourself and comforting yourself.

"So be it... No matter how much love is loved, everyone is gone..."

I touched the gauze on my hand, I didn't let her come because of work today, so I didn't change the dressing.

Still hurting a little, does it hurt so much?

But why are there a few tears coming out of the corners of my eyes?

A little contemptuous of the little liquid that had just been wiped off his hand and sneered at it, "Huh." ”

touch_my_body~body~~ Come touch me~ Where do you touch?

~ Your own big red lips will always be there when you need to.

"Is Oba done?"

"Hmm. ”

"Going to dinner?"

"Hmm. ”

"Home now?"

"Hmm. ”

"I haven't changed your dressing today!"

“………”

"Oba?"

"Huh?"

"What's wrong? Feeling bad?"

"Ani~ drank a little wine, a little drunk hehe. ”

“……”

This time it was Kim Do-soon's turn to be silent.

"What's your itinerary for tomorrow?"

"What's your plan for tomorrow?"

The two asked at the same time.

Is it a tacit understanding?

It must be a couple.

"Don't you know what day tomorrow is?"

"Uh... I'll see tomorrow... June 4...... What day is it? Children's Day has passed. ”

"Moya!I don't care about people at all!~!"

"And what day is tomorrow?"

"I don't know! you can search for it yourself~pabo!"

"Ah, who do you say is pabo?"

"Hmph~"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Don't say it!"

"Okay, let's go to sleep first, and we can meet every day when we start recording albums"

"I can't sleep~" "You also have insomnia?" "You have insomnia?" ""Ye~ I don't know when I started insomnia. "Okay, okay, I'll go to sleep, Oba, you can do it tomorrow!" Hanging up the phone, Han Yu took a deep breath. After a while, I felt the switch, and the room finally lit up. I changed into a set of home clothes, walked into the bedroom and opened the notebook after washing, and found Du Niang to search..."What day is tomorrow?"