"Let's take things down," Jungsin Liang clapped his hands, and soon bags of rice were sent down, and several reporters thought, oh, rice support, supporting rice in South Korea is actually a kind of culture, which is equivalent to using the identity of an artist to do charity.

Judging from a few trucks, the amount of rice should be more than a dozen tons, but it seems that there is no milk tea or anything like that, it is charity support, the reporter's sister can't help but feel a little sad, but it is news that Lin Yuner's rice support record can be refreshed.

Lin Yun'er was also full of joy, although there was no milk tea or anything like that, but as long as her younger brother came to help, it didn't matter what he helped, but the next moment Lin Yun'er regretted it, and half of her little face collapsed.

"Because we know that everyone has worked hard to take care of us, we raised 30 million won, prepared rice, oil, salt, quilts, and old clothes donated by enthusiastic fans. I hope you all have a smooth ride through this cold winter. ”

It's cold, it's cold, sister, I guess I'll freeze to death tomorrow, Liang Jung's children, are you here to provide great support? You're here for disaster relief. Forget about rice, oil and salt, and quilts, the old clothes of enthusiastic fans, that enthusiastic fan will donate old clothes to me, woo woo, if you really want to unload these things, Lin Zong's life will definitely be treated as a joke.

Lin Yun'er walked over directly in three steps and two steps, pulling Liang Jungjun aside.

"Sister, what are you doing, I still have a big truck of quilts behind me, and I haven't unloaded them yet," Liang Jungjun looked dissatisfied, and said as if he was going to continue his great support.

"Sister, I'm wrong, tell me quickly. Lin Yun'er immediately surrendered.

"You don't know?" Leung looked at her playfully.

"Yes, it shouldn't be a debut thing, brother, think about it, how many people are there, cough cough cough," Lin Yun'er hurriedly pinched, now she is obviously weak.

"I know it's wrong. ”

"Hmm," Lin nodded immediately, with a sincere attitude.

"What's wrong?"

"I shouldn't have let you make your debut, brother. ”

"Not this?"

"I shouldn't have stolen your music, brother. ”

"It's not this, you're wrong, making decisions for me, forcing your ideas on me, and never listening to my ideas seriously. Okay, I'll let you go. ”

"Keep unloading things. Liang Jungjun waved his hand.

"Ah, brother, you ......" Mr. Lin looked anxious.

"Do you think I really brought oil and salt, it's full of milk tea and cakes, as for the quilt, it's real, but it's the kind that covers your legs to keep warm, and Hand Warmer also makes your cartoons, as for the old clothes, they are all DIY shirts made of your avatar. ”

"Ah, brother, Mr. Lin suddenly panicked, he was so moved. "When the last truck was unloaded with a five-meter-tall inflatable doll, it was a cartoon portrait of Lin Yuna.

Yes, great, support!!

When Lim Yuna turned around again, Jungsyun had already driven away in his Aston Martin.

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