Chapter 33: I Won't Let You Go

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"Shot like a shot, just smiling, just smiling, smiling like that......"

The cell phone rang like crazy, and from nine to eleven in the morning, there was a call at least every ten minutes.

Finally, the woman who was asleep on the bed came to consciousness, and reached out from under the quilt in a daze, trying to find her phone on the familiar bedside table.

The woman, who didn't touch her phone and realized that something was wrong, lifted the quilt over her head and sat up with wide eyes and dazed.

"Why am I here?" The woman looked at the hotel room with an incredible face, and then her consciousness finally returned to the moment before she fell asleep, and she vaguely remembered Li Mingyuan's face.

I hurriedly checked my body and found that it was fine, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Woo woo ~ what happened to me last night?" The woman shook her head vigorously, making herself sober up, a little regretful, and a little happy.

"...... as shot as a shot" The mobile phone rang again, and the woman lifted the quilt, jumped down, took out the phone from the coat that had been thrown on the side of the bed, and frowned and threw the smelly coat aside again.

"Abba!" The woman lifted the curtains of the room, sat on the edge of the bed, and answered the phone.

"Hyo-joo, why aren't you at home? Where the hell did it go? The voice on the phone was full of anxiety, for fear that something would happen to her daughter.

Han Xiaozhu hurriedly explained: "Abba, I'm just out to relax, and I'll be back soon." ā€

"Good, good." Dad Han put his mind at ease and continued, "Don't take the blackmail to heart, Abba has already reported to the police and contacted his old comrades-in-arms, and it will definitely be properly resolved." ā€

"Thank you, Abba!" Han Hyo-joo said strongly with tears in her eyes.

"Go home early, you'll be fine." Father Han continued to comfort.

"Hmmm! Abba. Han Hyo-joo replied.

The two hung up.

Since a few days ago, Han Xiaozhu received a blackmail call, and the other party Xuancheng had a large number of private photos of her in his hand, at first Han Xiaozhu didn't care, but the photos from the other party made her have to believe this fact. If these photos are revealed, it will cause great damage to her image.

However, the other party asked for one billion, how could Han Xiaozhu come up with so much money at once, and for a while, he had the drunken behavior of last night.

Sitting on the edge of the bed for a while, Han Xiaozhu cheered for herself with a smile: "It will definitely be fine!" ā€

But as soon as she remembered what happened last night, she was afraid for a while, how could she drink so much wine, and she was taken to the hotel by a strange man to open a room, if she was taken advantage of, what should she do? Even if this matter is discovered by the paparazzi, what should I do?

After a moment's look, a piece of paper pressed on the bedside table caught her eye.

"The girl's body is light, and the touch of her skin is even more exciting. If I hadn't met a good person like me with strong self-control, wouldn't I have been taken advantage of? A woman as beautiful as a girl still wants to be clean!! Han Xiaozhu read it word by word, and the more she read, the more angry she became, especially the last four who were clean and self-conscious, and they were whipped on her body like a whip.

"Yikes! You wait for me! It was the first time in her life that someone said this about her, Han Xiaozhu gritted her teeth and let out a cruel word into the air.

Li Mingyuan sneezed, touched his head blankly, and muttered: "Who is talking about me?" ā€

made Son Ye-jin, who was opposite, say with a smile: "Narcissism!" ā€

Last night, when he returned to the nest, it was already early in the morning when he fell asleep, and when he woke up, Son Ye-jin had already prepared lunch and was waiting for him.

Even the kitchen is used, so I really don't treat myself as an outsider! It's just that this lunch really made Li Mingyuan a little depressed - ramen, and it was ramen with few ingredients.

God knows why Koreans like to eat this kind of ramen so much, maybe it's simple and convenient, and there is no pressure to make it, Li Mingyuan thought wantonly.

Li Mingyuan solved a bowl of ramen in three or two and put down his chopsticks.

Son Ye-jin bent her crescent-like smiling eyes and happily waited for the praise: "How is it?" It's delicious. ā€

"......" Li Mingyuan looked at the other party's appearance, and couldn't bear to hit her, so he nodded reluctantly.

"Cut!" How can a Korean Grand Slam actress like Son Ye-jin not see Lee Myung-won's true thoughts, "The performance is true or false!" ā€

"I'm not used to eating ramen." Li Mingyuan hurriedly explained that for the sake of the main task, he could only grieve himself now.

Son Ye-jin looked at Li Mingyuan with wide eyes, this was the first time in her life that she heard someone say that she was not used to eating ramen, and immediately gave Li Mingyuan a blank look: "I don't think about it carefully if I lie, I don't like the ramen I make!" ā€

Li Mingyuan smiled bitterly, she didn't believe the lie, and she didn't believe the truth, what else could she do?

But when he thought of that damn immediate task, Lee Myung-won felt tricky, after all, he had no idea what Son Ye-jin really thought in his heart: Did she really want me to be responsible? And how exactly is this responsibility beared?

"That ......" Li Mingyuan tried to say, but it was really difficult to say.

Son Ye-jin held the bowl and inhaled a mouthful of ramen soup, and looked up at Li Mingyuan suspiciously.

"By the way, don't you have a job?" Li Mingyuan thought about it and asked another question.

Son Ye-jin smiled leisurely, her smiling eyes were particularly charming, and she looked at Li Mingyuan seriously and said, "You are really the most interesting person I have ever seen!" ā€

This inexplicable reply, Li Mingyuan was a little confused: "How am I interesting?" ā€

Looking at Li Mingyuan's appearance, he really regarded her as a passerby, and Son Ye-jin really doubted her popularity in the 20s.

After thinking for a while, Son Ye-jin said, "I've been resting for a while. ā€

"Rest?" Li Mingyuan pondered, what kind of work can rest for so long like her?

"Are you an artist?" Li Mingyuan expressed his conjecture, and then denied his own thoughts, "If you are so young, you must have been squeezed by the brokerage company, and you shouldn't live so leisurely." ā€

Like Girls' Generation, the workload, Li Mingyuan is terrifying when he thinks about it.

Son Ye-jin just smiled and looked at Lee Myung-won and said to herself, this feeling is really good, she likes it very much, she really wants to find someone who doesn't know her to fall in love vigorously, and live with someone who doesn't care about her identity.

"But how long can you live like this?" Son Ye-jin sighed inwardly, "One day he will find out, I hope that day will come later!" ā€

Shaking his head, Li Mingyuan no longer thought about her work, looked at Son Ye-jin in front of him and finally said: "I live here alone on weekdays, it's really a little lonely, if you want to live here, I don't object, but you must have three chapters of the law!" ā€

The more Son Ye-jin listened, the stronger the smile between her eyebrows and eyes, and finally turned into a bright smile: "Hmm! Go ahead! ā€

"I'll tell you when I think about it." The uneasiness in Li Mingyuan's heart dissipated slightly, at least the start of cohabitation was good, but I don't know if I can live well in these three months.

"Hmm!"

Meanwhile, Han Hyo-joo, who was wearing sunglasses, had just gotten Lee Myung-won's name from the innkeeper.

Out of the hotel, the sun was shining, Han Xiaozhu recalled the blurred face in this memory, and her heart was hot: "Li Mingyuan, I won't let you go!" ā€