"Hey Yigu, wuli cute and beautiful crystal, let's see which man will do this for you in the future!"

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Zheng Xiujing suddenly woke up, knocked her head complainingly, picked up the drink in front of her, and drank it all.

It's still February, and the winter hasn't completely passed, and the weather is just getting warmer.

As soon as this cup of cold drink entered his mouth, his throat trembled with excitement, and he swallowed it quickly, and the refreshing feeling in his stomach made Zheng Xiujing moan involuntarily.

Just as he was about to pour another glass, a shadow fell and a big hand blocked the rim.

Zheng Xiujing raised her eyebrows and looked up coldly.

Kim Jong-in stood beside him, wearing a hat on his head, and condescendingly stretched out his hand to block the rim of the cup.

"What?"

Because they were acquaintances, Zheng Xiujing did not get angry, suppressed her bad mood, and asked.

"If you drink it this way, your stomach will hurt in a while."

Kim Jong-in persuaded with concern.

"You want to care?"

Zheng Xiujing was angry and spoke very impulsively.

Kim Jong-in reluctantly removed his hand, revealing the mouth of the cup, watching her slowly refill the cup, but he was the first to grab it, raised his head and drank it all.

"Yikes!" Zheng Xiujing only felt that everyone was drinking against her today, and she couldn't help but scream.

Across the table, Kim Jong-in hurriedly reached over with a hand and covered Zheng Xiujing's mouth.

"Be quiet, do you want to be noticed?"

He looked around, carefully watching for anyone to take a sneak peek.

This is an ordinary small shop in Gangbuk District, there are not many customers, and the proprietress leans behind the counter, watching the TV program with relish and laughing.

No one was secretly filming, he put his mind at ease and turned his gaze back.

Zheng Xiujing was coldly looking down at the hand covering her, as if she was wondering where to put her mouth out.

A chill jumped from the back of Kim Jong-in's neck, shivered for no reason, and quickly let go of his hand.

"How did you find it?"

Zheng Xiujing spit out a few mouthfuls, picked up a napcloth and wiped her mouth.

"Amber Nuna is worried about you."

Kim Jong-in hurriedly explained.

Zheng Xiujing snorted, didn't say anything, didn't look at Kim Jong-in, picked up chopsticks and prepared to pick up vegetables.

Kim Jong-in smiled slightly and picked up a lobster.

A pair of chopsticks stretched out horizontally and knocked off the lobster he picked up.

Zheng Xiujing's eyebrows, when they are upturned, are indeed very good-looking.

Kim Jong-in didn't dare to completely attract all his attention by this eyebrow, and quickly explained: "I'll help you peel off the lobster." ”

Zheng Xiujing was stunned for a moment, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything.

Kim Jong-in took this as a silent permission, picked up the lobster that had fallen on the plate again, put it in his own bowl, and began to peel it with his bare hands without putting on the gloves provided by the store.

Zheng Xiujing didn't care about him, just watched emptyly. Her eyes looked through Kim Jong-in and into the void, as if there was someone there.

Finally, he peeled one and put it in Zheng Xiujing's bowl.

"ZzangZzang, done!"

Like an invitation, Kim Jong-in grinned and waited for Zheng Xiujing's reaction.

Zheng Xiujing came back to her senses and looked at the lobster in the bowl.

She only felt a sudden upset, dropped her chopsticks, and stood up suddenly: "Don't eat it." He turned and rushed out of the shop.

Kim Jong-in was stunned for a moment, quickly took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a few large tickets of 50,000 won, put them on the table, and chased them out with a sentence of "no need to look for it".

"Xiujing, Zheng Xiujing."

Kim Jong-in shouted quietly and grabbed Jung so-jing's hand.

Zheng Xiujing shook it off, and didn't give him a good look on his face at all: "What are you doing?" ”

"I'll send you."

Zheng Xiujing was suddenly a little ridiculous, so she really smiled, and smiled brightly.

"What do you think we're in the relationship?"

A hand poked Kim Jong-in's chest, and she sneered.

"When he leaves, let me take care of you—"

"Don't talk to me about him again!"

Zheng Xiujing suddenly exploded as if she had been ignited with a barrel of explosives.

Kim Jong-in hurriedly protected her with one hand, scanning her surroundings back and forth vigilantly.

Sure enough, in a car on the opposite street, he faintly saw the bright light of the flashing lights.

"There's a reporter, let's go!"

Whispering, Kim Jong-in picked up Zheng Xiujing and strode towards his car.

Knowing that now is not the time to lose her temper, Zheng Xiujing rarely did not resist, and obediently got into the car step by step.

The Hangang Bridge in the middle of the night, there is not much traffic at the moment.

Kim Jong-in's car sped through it, dodging reporters who might be chasing behind him.

Zheng Xiujing had a cold face, sat in the co-pilot's seat, curled up, and leaned her head against the window.

He embarrassedly tried to ease the atmosphere in the car: "Hey Yigu, if it was a reporter from D Agency just now, it is estimated that there will be a scandal between the two of us!" ”

Observing Zheng Xiujing's reaction from the corner of her eye, unfortunately, she didn't say anything.

What would be the title? Let me think, 'Krystal and Kai have a late night date during their breaks, despite their busy schedules'? Or is it 'the general trend of the men's group broke out again, and the fx goddess has a master'? ”

"Jong-in oppa," Jung so-kyung had been silent since she got into the car, and now she finally spoke, and even politely called oppa in her words, but this made Kim Jong-in even more nervous.

"What's wrong? Aren't we the same year? Why do you suddenly call me oppa, I'm embarrassed......"

Looking at Zheng Xiujing's face, his voice became lower and lower.

The car began to slow down and pulled over.

"Do you like me?"

Zheng Xiujing asked.

Kim Jong-in only felt a hot current rushing into his head, and all his thoughts were overwhelmed. The fact that he had been hiding his heart for a long time was so easily exposed made him completely panicked for a while.

"yes, you do like me, don't you?" Zheng Xiujing saw through everything from Kim Jong-in's helpless actions, and confirmed her thoughts even more: "Otherwise, who else would do this for me?" Except for him......"

Kim Jong-in only felt a rush of blood rushing to the top of his head, but this time he felt angry, and couldn't help but shout: "He won't come back!" ”

"I said, don't tell me about him again!"

Zheng Xiujing clenched her fists, stared at Kim Jong-in's eyes, and said word by word.

Kim Jong-in was overwhelmed by her momentum and couldn't help but nod slowly.

After a long time, Zheng Xiujing finally calmed down, sat back down, stepped on the seat with her legs, and curled up on her knees.

"Whatever you like." Her tone was light, "Like me is your freedom, I have no right to interfere, and even, I am very honorable." But—"

She met Kim Jong-in's eyes again: "I won't make any response to you, because, I already have someone I like." ”

"So, please don't have any expectations for this relationship."

"So be it."

She opened the car door, walked down, and stood on the outside of the Han River Bridge, with her hands in her pockets, looking at the night.

Kim Jong-in was in the car, looking at her, and finally couldn't help but bury his head.

Four tears, falling.