At six o'clock in the evening, the place where Kwon Zhirong lived was dark and quiet, except for a light on the sofa in the living room. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the coffee table surrounded by the sofa, a reflected shadow was constantly rubbing his temples, and finally he was helplessly lying on the sofa and sighing: "Tsk... What a headache! ”

"No Pick", which was recorded at 9 o'clock this morning, compared with other periods, because it is indoor photography, this issue is relaxed and short, and one morning is more than enough.

After finishing the recording, I had a meal in the canteen of the M TV station, and I hurried home, instead of going to the company as a trainee as before.

Quan Zhirong glanced at the thick script on the coffee table, so he had to pick it up again, flip to the side and make dense annotations, unfold the folded lower right corner of the paper on the other side, watch the lines of character dialogue, and continue to memorize under the gentle light.

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I don't know how long it took, Zhengmo remembered that Quan Zhirong, who took off, was interrupted by the sudden "click" of the door, and then the lights in the living room turned on instantly.

Quan Zhirong paused slightly, and was about to turn around to confirm who was coming, when a surprised voice sounded: "oppa, it turns out that you are at home!" ”

Belch... Sure enough, in addition to Zheng Xiuyan, a little witch, there are still people who would enter Quan Zhirong's house so unscrupulously.

"Hmph... I don't turn on the lights at home, and I don't know what I want to do? He closed the door quickly, put on the pink slippers he bought, and twisted himself to sit on the sofa opposite Kwon Zhirong.

Hearing this, Quan Zhirong had a few black lines on his forehead, what else could I do alone, for such a late hour, Zheng Xiuyan came over and said, "If you don't go home, why are you coming to me?" ”

Zheng Xiuyan first smoothed out her scattered hair, picked up the script that Quan Zhirong had just put on the coffee table with a big grin, flipped the first few pages, saw that they were all dense annotations, and threw them on the coffee table casually, frowning: "I'm not welcome to come?" ”

"Then you come back!"

"Hmph... If you don't let me come, I'll come! ”

“……”

For Zheng Xiuyan's unreasonable willfulness and childish questions that she asks knowingly, sometimes Quan Zhirong needs to say a few words, if he turns a blind eye to this kind of question and listens to it, she will really sulk for a few days.

Quan Zhirong said softly: "Say, why are you so late and don't go home?" ”

Zheng Xiuyan buried her slender body into the soft sofa and told her aggrieved head.

It turned out that he was about to make his debut, and after integrating the group, in addition to occasionally going to school to report, he continued to practice dancing almost 24 hours a day, cultivating movement, tacit understanding and dancing neatness.

One day, after a day of hard practice, Zheng Xiuyan came home, her face was haggard, she had no energy at all, she looked sick, she nagged a few words, Zheng's mother was worried about her body, she was boiling porridge and stewing chicken soup, she would be allowed to drink it when she went out early and returned at night, it was okay at first, she tasted the same thing for a long time, and she was tired, plus she was overweight in today's test, and in a fit of anger, she came to Quan Zhirong.

After hearing that this was the case, looking at Zheng Xiuyan who was still burying herself in the sofa, Quan Zhirong really wanted to reward her beautiful forehead with a burst.

He said in a deep voice: "Did you call your aunt?" ”

Hearing Quan Zhirong's unkind tone, he still stubbornly blocked his breath, pouted and didn't speak, and shook his head, indicating that he hadn't beaten yet.

The tone was a little heavier: "Give my aunt a call and say that you are here with me." ”

Seeing the trend of Quan Zhirong's face gradually darkening, Zheng Xiuyan first twisted her body, dissatisfied with his tone, snorted lightly, and dialed the phone at home.

"Jingle bells."

It rang just three times, and the phone was connected, and a anxious voice came out through the sound of electricity, and the sound of electricity again: "Da Mao... You're so late, why haven't you come back yet, is something wrong? ”

"No... Mom, I'm here in Chi Wing oppa. ”

Zheng Xiuyan lowered the volume of her mobile phone while speaking, except for hearing Zheng's mother's first anxious question, she only heard her obedient answer.

"Mom, don't worry, I won't bother oppa!"

"Uh-huh..."

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"Hmph... My mom wants to talk to you! Zheng Xiuyan reluctantly handed the phone to Kwon Zhirong.

Although I didn't know what to do, since it was the request of the elders, I quickly answered the phone and said hello: "Hello, aunt!" ”

"Hmm... You are the oppa that Sika often says, thank you for saving our family in the first place. ”

"Hehe... Auntie, it's nothing, as long as you can do what you can, you will never stand idly by. ”

Regarding what Quan Zhirong said about "what she can", Zheng's mother paused, and did not delve into this matter, and said: "Zhirong, our family will remember your kindness, you have a good relationship with my family, then I will rely on her blessing and call you Zhirong." ”

"Huh... Auntie is fine. ”

"In this case, if you have time, you can come to the house with Da Mao to let your aunt know you."

"Then I'll go back with Sika tomorrow."

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"That big hair will trouble you tonight."

"Got it, I'll take care of her."

Zheng Xiuyan watched Quan Zhirong and her doll mother talk more and more about laughter, and even joked with each other in the end, pouting dissatisfiedly, and her frowning brows never stretched.

Quan Zhirong didn't care about Zheng Xiuyan's dissatisfied look, and said: "My doll told me, I'll go and make you something to eat, if you're hungry, there are still some snacks in the refrigerator, find them yourself." ”

"No, I don't eat... Also, when did my doll mom become your doll mom? ”

looked at Quan Zhirong, who didn't instigate himself after a phone call, and stared fiercely at the back of the kitchen.

She "swooped" herself, ran to the refrigerator to find a bottle of water to drink, and after a few sips of "grunt", she had nothing to do, and picked up the script that she had just thrown on the coffee table again, endured the dense annotations, and patiently read a few chapters, as a result, the more she looked at the beautiful eyes, the more surprised she became, and finally fell deeply into the script.

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"Da Mao, come over for dinner!" Zheng Xiuyan is still immersed in the world of the script, and she didn't hear Kwon Zhirong call her at all.

didn't see any movement, and his voice rose a few tones: "Da Mao, what are you doing?" Come and eat!! ”

Still didn't move, the confused Quan Zhirong walked to the living room, saw him buried in the script, walked over and snatched it, and raised the script in his hand: "Da Mao, go to dinner!" ”

Zheng Xiuyan brought herself into the role of the heroine of the script, and she was about to climax, and she was suddenly robbed, and she was originally full of interest, coupled with the title of Quan Zhirong's "big hair", and immediately had a cold face.

Since getting the permission of the doll mother, she no longer instigated the change in the little witch's face, and said: "Go to dinner obediently, I'm showing you the rest of the part, don't worry, those dishes won't increase your weight." ”

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After eating, Quan Zhirong promised to show her the rest of the part, and without waiting for her to entangle, he immediately gave it to her.