"Secretary Geng, Sister Yingui called you back. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Kim Min-seok got out of the car and walked a few steps over, but was discovered by Geng Le, who had been watching for a long time, and hurriedly trotted over.

He also made an excuse: "It's hard to find cigarettes at convenience stores." ”

Having worked as a cashier himself, Kim Min-seok naturally knew that the convenience store was boring, and knew that Lee Eun-gyu was deliberately supporting him. It's rare that Geng Le is so interesting, and Kim Min-seok won't go out of his way to expose him - it's just that everyone is embarrassed.

After walking a few steps, he couldn't hear the footsteps behind him, Geng Le turned his head suspiciously: "Minshuo Xi, aren't you going back with us?"

"I don't. Kim Min-seok waved his hand and refused with a smile: "I received a phone call, a friend is looking for me." Secretary Geng, just send Sister Yingui back. ”

"Okay. Then goodbye. Geng Le said goodbye to him, turned around and walked to the car.

Kim Min-seok watched the car drive away, and did not forget to wave goodbye, until he was about to lose sight of the flashing red lights, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a calm look.

I took out my phone again and looked at it, it was a text message from the ramen uncle he asked to investigate, the text message was very simple, only a few numbers: "The matter is clear, find a place to talk." ”

Holding the phone and muttering for a moment, Kim Min-suk's brows kept locking: it hasn't been long since the last time they met......

A taxi approached from afar, slowing down in front of Kim Min-suk, and the lights shone through, revealing the slight gloom on his face.

"Guest, where are you going?" the driver's uncle leaned over and beckoned the guest through the passenger window.

Kim Min-seok made up his mind, pulled the car door and got into the car, and announced the location he had made with Uncle Ramen: "Go to this café." ”

The taxi industry in Seoul is very competitive, even if the seatbelt is fastened, the driver is speeding all the way, and it is simply a fatal way to drive, which still makes Kim Min-suk, who has been in a car accident, feel a little uncomfortable.

But it was the voice from the car radio that made him laugh silently: it was Soon-gyu's radio program.

"The listener friend with the tail number 9527 sent a text message, saying that he had a friend named Tangerine who was in some difficulty, and hoped that Shun DJ could put on a good song to comfort her, "Mixed with the sound of the wind, Shun Gyu's charming and quiet voice made Kim Min-seok rarely relax and immerse himself in this rare comfort."

"Hmm," accompanied by a coquettish voice that seemed to be a little difficult, Kim Min-seok could imagine Soon-gyu's cute appearance of biting his lip slightly and his eyes dripping. With a fever in his heart, he sat up straighter. The driver turned up his voice.

"I don't know what difficulties this friend named Tangerine has encountered, but Shun DJ is also the same as your friend, listener 9527, who cares about you, you know? No matter how difficult it is, there will never be a hurdle in the world, I just hope you can grit your teeth and continue to work hard. Never give up hope!"

"So, a little selfishly, the Girls' Generation song, "way, to, go", for Miss Tangerine, and also for everyone who is listening to the sound of the DJ in front of the radio or mobile phone, you guys. Soon-gyu's voice gradually lowered, and the cheerful and beautiful music rang out.

"This show is very good, isn't it?" the driver hummed along, laughing and asking Kim Min-suk's opinion: "We work the night shift to run taxis, so we like to listen to this radio show." ”

"Yes," Kim Min-seok smiled and turned his gaze to the fleeting Ambilight outside the car window, "Very good." ”

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"Kangsang Hamida. After receiving the transportation card handed back by the driver after settling the account, Kim Min-seok bowed and thanked him, and then pushed the door and got out of the car.

Seoul's nightlife culture is thriving, and even though it's late at night, the café business is still not bad, and customers are constantly coming and going. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, under the warm orange light, people sitting opposite each other are smiling and talking.

Kim Min-seok walked in, listening to the soothing accompaniment, looking for the traces of Uncle Ramen.

"Here!" suddenly greeted Kim Min-suk, but it also broke the rare quiet of the café.

Seeing that the guests in the room were all dissatisfied with the ramen uncle who stood up and waved at this side, Kim Min-seok couldn't wait to hide his face and leave in shame, pretending not to know him: It's too embarrassing!

Carefully covering his face, Kim Min-seok bent all the way over, and before he could sit down, he lowered his voice and scolded: "What are you doing!

"Rest assured. Pulling him to sit beside him, Uncle Ramen smiled relaxedly: "People who come to cafes to drink coffee and enjoy petty bourgeois life are absolutely not interested in mesizing in front of them - they prefer to be keyboard warriors on the Internet." ”

"Why did you choose to meet in such a place?" Kim Min-seok was a little relieved and asked in a low voice, "I saw you so careful last time, and you were like a joint in the subway station." ”

"The so-called big hidden in the city," Uncle Ramen shook his head and dragged the text to Kim Min-suk: "Do you understand? This is a common saying in Chinese." ”

"I don't believe you didn't find out that I was a student of the Chinese department of Sungkyunkwan," Kim Min-seok looked at him coldly: "Pretending to be crazy and stupid...... What do you mean when things are clear? What did you look into?"

"Two things you confessed," he said as he took an unhurried sip of his coffee, and the mug was gently placed on the table with a crunch. Uncle Ramen smiled and raised two fingers: "One is to investigate who is plotting against you behind Park Bo Kim, and the other is to investigate Jung Kyung-ho,"

Licking his lips, Uncle Ramen's eyes showed a hint of excitement: "Which thing do you want to hear first?"

His gaze hesitated on his two erected fingers, and Kim Min-seok couldn't make up his mind for a moment.

"Think clearly!" Uncle Ramen shook his fingers disgustingly, tempting Kim Min-suk.

"Let's listen to Jung Kyung-ho first. Biting his lip, Kim Min-seok spoke.

"Sure enough!" slammed the table, Uncle Ramen's sudden reaction almost scared Kim Min-suk: "You are really coveting Choi so-young!"

"You be quiet!" For fear of being listened to by others, Kim Min-seok hurriedly pulled him to sit down: "What are you ......doing?"

"I thought you would ask who was plotting against you first," looking at Kim Min-suk's gaze a little inexplicable, Uncle Ramen sighed: "Sure enough, it seems that you are also a sad beauty ......"

"I don't know what you're talking nonsense...... "I don't know what I'm talking about" I didn't know what to do, and in the face of Uncle Ramen, Kim Min-seok was a little weak, and his tone of retort couldn't get up.

"Well, let's start with the first thing. Uncle Ramen teased Kim Min-seok without hesitation.

"Ahh

"So, let's see, who are the ones who are secretly poking and poking behind Park Bojian, and what about you Kim Min-seok and the newly established SW company?"