Han Tingting achieved the achievement of falling flat with a dog gnawing mud posture......

Every time you want to keep a low profile, you will always be embarrassed in unexpected ways. It seems that Ji Sung-joon is also proficient in creating wrestling accidents with a high coefficient of difficulty.

Most of the original wardrobe was full of skirts, and Han Tingting was also wearing a skirt that day, falling to the ground and rubbing the skin on her knees. Han Tingting endured the pain while still laughing. Who is happier when they fall? Han Tingting shook her head and got up with her hands on the ground. Wipe the dust off your hands, and the smile on your lips hasn't disappeared, so it's fixed on your lips.

Ji Sung-joon's movements were a little quick, and he stood in front of her, seemingly ready to help the lady who had unfortunately fallen.

But the lady seems to be happy to wrestle?

You don't need to care about his eyes, anyway...... He's Kim Hye-jin, isn't he?

When Han Tingting put her eyes on Ji Chengjun, he had already looked away, and used the goods on the shelves around him to divert his attention.

Han Tingting walked out of the store with big strides. Fleet of foot.

*

On the way back to her residence, Han Tingting was stopped by a strange man. He grabbed her shoulders from behind, and half of a person's weight pressed on her, which was like the top of Mount Tai.

"Xiali, let's make peace......"

The man was almost talking against her neck, and Han Tingting had goosebumps all over her body. She wanted to throw the man out from behind, but the strength was too small, and the man used his other hand to easily control her.

Han Tingting had received a text message from Min Xiali's boyfriend in advance, and guessed that it might be this one. He only has a faint smell of men's perfume on his body, and he is sober without drinking.

Han Tingting panicked for a while, but looked around, the road was empty, and there was no one to ask for. She silently counted the numbers in her mind to help calm herself.

"Let go. Han Tingting was "calm" and cold.

"Charlie......" the man called her name again, as if pleading. After a short silence, Han Tingting finally got her wish and found the safe distance between the two strangers.

She ran a few steps forward before she turned around to see the man's appearance, with a thin monkey face and triangular eyes, and in Korean dramas with plastic surgery faces, I am afraid that she is not even qualified to be a passerby.

Surely it's not her boyfriend, is it a stalker? The other party's explicit and strong feelings for her make her even more convinced of this. Han Tingting sweated on her forehead, her face turned pale, and her pale face was dyed warm yellow by the street lamp.

Han Tingting will only negotiate with normal people, excluding people who are quite unreasonable and even mentally abnormal.

She instinctively felt that she was dangerous.

Her original habit was to put her mobile phone in the pocket of her clothes, but skirts generally do not have such a cumbersome design as pockets, and even if there is, it is also decorative, and no one will really use it to put a bulky large-screen smartphone.

Her phone was tucked into the bag she was carrying, and she could see it when she opened the zipper, but she wasn't sure if she could do it in front of him. His suspicious and vigilant eyes made Han Tingting's mind begin to dizzy while restraining her hands and feet. She had never had such a dangerous time in her life.

Han Tingting can't provoke the other party, nor can she show weakness to let the other party take advantage of it.

She is stepping on high heels and can't run fast, and Kim Hye-jin is on a date, not necessarily at home. She didn't know if she could get past the man or who to turn to.

She was scared.

When someone other than her and the dangerous elements appeared on the empty street, Han Tingting's tense nerves suddenly relaxed. She collapsed to the ground, her handbag under her hips, and she didn't change her posture or move. Like performing a mime, she moved her lips.

"Help-me-"

It's just that the actor's expression is a little dull.

*

Ji Sung-joon and his first love Kim Hye-jin's date was unusually smooth, but ...... He made a fatal mistake at the beginning.

He actually recognized Kim Hye-jin as wrong.

Kim Hye-jin is no longer as radiant as she was in her childhood, she stands in front of him, loses her original nobility, becomes embarrassed and sensitive.

She walked up to him with a shy but unconcealed look of loss, and he realized that he had hurt her, and that it was inescapable.

This realization is like a wooden thorn that cannot be seen by the naked eye but can only be felt by the heart. If you don't pull it out, you will grow with flesh and blood.

Kim Hye-jin tries to liven up the atmosphere, but the scene becomes more and more awkward.

"I'm sorry. Ji Chengjun took a deep breath and suddenly apologized.

Before the words were finished, Kim Hye-jin on the other side became cramped, and the coffee cup was knocked over, so he asked her to sit down, and he took a napkin to deal with the mess on the table for her. Fortunately, the coffee didn't spill on Kim Hye-jin's clothes.

Kim Hye-jin wears a medium-sized brand in South Korea, a classic style that will not go out of style over time, but she wears a cartoon watch on her hand, and it looks like she is not strict in terms of clothing, and her outfit is almost the recommended match in the brand store.

Ji Sung-jun's occupational disease attacked, and he analyzed it by the way.

"Hye-jin, I'll go to the bathroom. ”

Hye-jin still looked at Ji Sung-jun with an out-of-the-ordinary look, he smiled and made a gesture to signal her to wait patiently.

Ji Sung-joon chose a women's watch for Kim Hye-jin, which is an economical mid-price brand like clothes. When Hye-jin wears it, it complements each other perfectly, and she doesn't have to feel so expensive that she doesn't dare to accept it. It was a gift he was going to give, and it would probably cover up a tenth of the guilt in his heart.

He bought an apology gift, but he hadn't picked a gift for his friend Kim Hye-jin, so he walked into the gift shop he had known about before he came. There are a lot of small things that are carefully made and sold at a high price, and there are not many customers when he enters the store.

He's looking for a gift that is meaningful to both him and Kim Hye-jin. Turning over one piece after another, the guilt made it seem as if his patience was running out.

Someone put an umbrella in his hand. His afterglow told him that it was a fair, slender hand, a woman's hand. It was not difficult for him to guess its owner. Because, when he walked over, there was only a tall girl with short hair and a short skirt standing opposite. And because, not long ago, she had just opened this umbrella, and the umbrella bones opened under the simple mechanical action, and the sound was as elegant as music.

Ji Chengjun hesitated for a moment and picked up the umbrella.

The inner lining of the umbrella reflects a painting that he loved as a child. The voyeur sister occupies an inconspicuous position, and it is still so easy to overlook.

There was a strange noise in the shop, and he turned his head to follow the sound to look over, and his vision was empty. He walked forward step by step, instinctively.

He stood in front of the fallen girl, and before he could reach out to help, she looked up. Those beautiful eyes made him ignore the suspicious smile on her face, and her neck was slender, which was enhanced by wearing a choker.

Ji Sung-jun looked away with lightning as he stared at the pile of what's on the shelves. It could be a sticky notepad, it could be a wallet, it could be a stack of boxed drawing cards.

His heart was beating at a suspicious rate.

*

Ji Sung-joon insisted on sending Kim Hye-jin home, and he made a good decision and no longer be rude. Hye-jin's disappointed expression, seeing it once is enough.

His psychiatrist told him that his haunting nostalgia for his first love might be due to an unfinished complex. To put it simply, a sudden interruption of something in the past will affect his current life.

The meeting with Kim Hye-jin was a new opportunity.

We need to carry this on.

During the drive, an English song was played on the radio, and both of them happened to sing along. Ji Sung-joon sings out of tune, but he finds that his out-of-tune makes Kim Hye-jin let go of her nervousness and laugh heartily for the first time tonight. Regardless of her image in front of her friends, she slowly regained her familiarity and trust in him.

"Cheng Jun, don't sing. She leaned forward and backwards with a smile, and Ji Sung-joon dodged her dangerous hands to thwart the attack, and then indulged himself to go out of tune to Siberia a widely sung English song.

The banter in the car seems to have completely removed the separation between them. Of course, it is still difficult to make Kim Hye-jin completely forget about the difference in their current social identities.

Ji Sung-joon could drive Kim Hye-jin to her rental house, but he stopped the car far away, and the two talked while walking.

Her heart is still as kind as when she was a child, Ji Sung-joon keeps finding the similarity of the two Kim Hye-jin, and then slowly replaces the image of "Kim Hye-jin" who has been too perfect in her heart for many years with the Kim Hye-jin in front of her.

Kim Hye-jin pointed to the two-story building in her field of vision and excitedly introduced him, "Sung-joon, I'll live there!"

On the way to the building, the girl he had seen in the gift shop was standing under the street lamp, and he couldn't see her expression clearly, but he could feel her fear.

The man facing her, with his back to him, was the source of her fear?

"Ah, Xia Li, that's Xia Li, what's wrong with Xia Li?"

Kim Hye-jin was so anxious that her face turned red and exclaimed, Ji Sung-jun had already run over before that.

"Who are you, what did you do to her?" Ji Sung-joon grabbed the man by the collar and pressed him to the side of the road.

Xia Li, Kim Hye-jin's friend, the girl he met by chance, sat down on the road with a soft body. What exactly did he do to her?

Ji Chengjun hit the bridge of the man's nose with a fist, and two nosebleeds slowly trickled down his nose.