Although he doesn't know what Zhang Zhengxun's skills are, after all, he is one of the women who has followed him for the longest time, and Han Jiaren knows more or less about Zhang Zhengxun's magic.

However, even if she knew of it, she didn't think anyone could hurt the man in front of her.

At least from her point of view, those so-called sixth- and seventh-level taekwondo "masters" don't seem to be opponents of their own men.

It's a gut feeling.

A woman's intuition.

"It's nothing, it's just a handshake." Zhang Zhengxun didn't say much, after all, it was not a big deal.

Obviously, Han Jiaren was very dissatisfied with Zhang Zhengxun's answer.

It wasn't until she asked several times that she finally told the truth.

"Humph! Another one! Regarding Zhang Zhengxun's answer, Han Jiaren made the following judgment.

"Ahh

"Bump!" The bedroom door was slammed shut.

I faintly heard the conversation between the two.

"Your hands are hurt—you're not honest!"

"So...... You're up there. ”

"Nasty! Don't be so fast! Hmm—"

Then, the room resounded with the gasps of men and women and the incessant swaying of the bed.

The next day, the refreshed Zhang Zhengxun started a new day's work after eating the loving breakfast prepared by Han Jiaren.

In the middle, of course, the first Korean record was also handed over to Lee so-man.

It is worth mentioning that it was none other than the current president of S.M, and a man who wanted to completely weaken Lee so-man's control over the company, Kim Young-min.

Although it was strange why Kim Young-min came in person, Jang Jung-hoon didn't care.

After all. There are only a few people who really care about S.M.

After chatting a few words without humility or arrogance, Zhang Zhengxun was busy with work. An eviction order was issued.

Ignoring it, Kim Young-min, whose face became gloomy and left. Liu Renna, who had been waiting on the side, asked softly, "Offended President Kim...... Is it okay? ”

Although she has been D.Z's secretary for a short time, she still feels incredible in the face of Cun Zài, who can only look up that day, and is deflated in front of her eyes.

beckoned and let Liu Renna sit in his arms.

Playing with Secretary Liu's plumpness, Zhang Zhengxun said with a smile: "To be honest, for the top management of S.M, except for one Li Xiuman. I don't have any of them in my eyes, he Kim Young-min wants to seize power, hehe, unless Lee so-man is not in the company! ”

sneered and said such an inexplicable sentence, at least Liu Renna was dizzy.

As the founder of S.M and the president of the company for many years, how could he not be in the company?

However, at this time, Liu Renna, who was being kissed by Zhang Zhengxun and was dizzy, did not know that at the end of September six years later, that is, in the last week of September, at the most critical time of a high-level game about S.M, Lee Xiuman's wife died. At that time, Li Xiuman, who was already emaciated, did not appear in the company.

Coupled with a near-default pry into the corner of the wall by the high-level of S.M, it was already in full swing at that time. "Girls' Generation", which firmly stood at the pinnacle of all Korean girl groups, was instantly torn apart.

And it's not just the hearts of the fans that hurt, it's the soul of the entire group!

That day that was really like a nightmare, that really sad day, is the eternal pain in every sone's heart!

Unlike the Black Sea that I just experienced, and unlike the gradual decline in popularity of Girls' Generation, during that time, all the sones were like living in a dream.

The beauty of my memory, the seventh debut anniversary that I just passed, and the time I once had. One qiē and one qiē all disappeared suddenly during that period of time.

It's like being stabbed in the heart!

That knife was so ruthless!

is so ruthless that almost all the male fans who have gradually lost due to the gradual change of girls' generation's style have left!

A girl group. Its fans, the ratio of men to women. It's as high as 2:8!

Some people may laugh it off, some people may say that this is normal, but is it really the case?

They're just idols, they're just little idols.

Even if they are the "National Heavenly Group", even if they are the "First Women's Group", they are still just small idols.

In South Korea, the identity of idols is far inferior to other types of artists.

This is the truth, and it is also a helpless fact!

Right and wrong, there is no need to discuss it anymore, success or failure, the days are still long, the gains and losses for a while, and the victory and defeat are just for a while, although they are close to standing, but one by one the days are still very long, as long as they can calm down and study hard, it may not be impossible to become a real singer.

Just as Zhang Zhengxun was about to have a "friendly match", a mobile phone ringtone that suddenly rang finally interrupted the lingering between the two.

Reluctantly, he took his palm out of Liu Renna's skirt and directly pressed the speakerphone of the phone.

"Hello? Is it Jang Jung-hoon, please? I'm Baek Ji-young, do you have time now? ”

"Huh?" The movement froze, Zhang Zhengxun and Liu Renna looked at each other, and then under the urging of Liu Renna, they picked up the phone.

"Hello? Baek Ji-young xi? Yes! I'm Jang Jung-hoon, and I have time now. Excuse me...... You're ......"

"I ...... I want to ask you for help. ”

was slightly stunned, and then, Zhang Zhengxun replied: "Okay, where will I pick you up?" ”

"I'm in a barbecue restaurant next to your company, and I'm waiting for you here." Subsequently, he told Zhang Zhengxun the address.

"Strange...... What is she looking for me? Hanging up the phone, Zhang Zhengxun was confused.

Although he had met once a long time ago, at that time, on the one hand, because his memory had not yet recovered, on the other hand, he was just sympathetic to her, but with such an almost unfamiliar relationship, how could Bai Zhiying find himself?

Just when Zhang Zhengxun was puzzled, the mobile phone rang again.

When I picked it up, it turned out to be Jiang Lao!

My heart moved. It seems to have vaguely grasped the clue.

Sure enough, when Zhang Zhengxun picked up the phone, Jiang Lao's voice sounded: "Zhengxun." It's me, you just received an invitation from Bai Zhiying, right? ”

"Teacher. It's ......"

"That's the ......" organized the language, and Jiang Lao said something that made Zhang Zhengxun depressed.

“…… Anyway, that's it, she came to me to invite a song, and I introduced you to her, as for the conditions, you try to take care of it, after all, her recent days have not been very good. ”

"Why?"

"Huh?"

"Teacher, I mean. Why help her? Are you ...... with her?"

"Get out! Is the old man that kind of person! Commiseration! Did You Know? It's mercy! You don't know how ...... she was."

"I know, teacher!"

"That's right! You know...... You stinky boy! Do you know why you don't help? Your conscience let the dog eat! Jiang Lao scolded angrily.

With a wry smile and a vicious glare, he glared at Renna, who was snickering on the side, and Zhang Zhengxun asked helplessly: "Teacher, you also know that I have been busy with Shengyan and them recently......"

"Get out! I don't know you kid yet? It's clear that you just want to be lazy! Besides, aren't you ready-made songs? That ...... yours I think it's good to get shot. ”

"Yes...... Wrong! Teacher! Zhang Zhengxun reacted and asked angrily, "How did you know that song?" ”

"Ahem, that ...... I saw in your office by chance the other day"

"My office? Yes! Teacher! You ......" hurriedly ran to the safe on the side, entered the password and opened it, Zhang Zhengxun was about to go crazy.

"Teacher! You actually stole my tea! ”

"Assi! So how can it be considered stealing? It's obviously ...... Take! Right! Just take it! ”

"Teacher, you-" Zhang Zhengxun was really powerless to complain. "That's not right! I remember I changed my password. Teacher, how do you know? Well? Inadvertently, a figure tiptoeing to leave caught Jang Jung-hoon's attention.

Until now, I still don't know what the hell is going on?

"Yikes! Liu Renna! You're dead! My poor tea! Stop! "Listen to the shouting on the other end of the phone. Jiang Lao silently hung up the phone.

Dead Dao friends don't die poor Dao, this is not what I said the old man, but my apprentice guessed it himself!

"Ahh Secretary Liu. May the Lord bless you! It makes people laugh and cry, Jiang Lao obviously said "Lord", but he saluted with his hands, which was simply nondescript.

In fact, Jiang Lao himself is an atheist.

When Jang Jung-hoon came out of the office refreshed, it was already an hour and a half later.

If it weren't for the fact that it was not good to keep Baek Ji-young waiting for too long, Zhang Zhengxun would have been eager to play a few more "friendly matches".

This stinky girl!

Unexpectedly united with outsiders!

It's really a day without fighting, go to the house and uncover the tiles!

Of course, although he just finished "teaching" the naughty Secretary Liu. But Zhang Zhengxun still thoughtfully locked the door of the office.

After all, he didn't want people to run into the fierce "battlefield" in the office.

Liu Renna, who was slumped on the sofa, finally had some strength to sit up. Looking at the messy office, I wanted to cry without tears.

"Nasty! If you knew it, you wouldn't have listened to the old man! Oops! My waist ......"

Just as the hapless Secretary Liu began to tidy up the office after the break. Jang Jung-hoon has already appeared in front of Baek Ji-young.

Just like the last time we met, no, even more haggard Baek Ji-young than before, made Zhang Zhengxun's mood disappear without a trace in an instant.

While lamenting that his "stinky problem" could never be changed, Zhang Zhengxun sat opposite Bai Zhiying and unceremoniously picked up the knife and fork and started.

Although it was only a small "battle", the consumption of the body was still very large, although I ate something in the morning, but this morning, coupled with the fierce "battle" just now, had already been digested.

Besides, now the other party has something to ask for himself, what else can't he let go? (To be continued)