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He has been under increasing pressure in recent times.

That is, a person as tough as a weed like him, replaced by an ordinary person, will either collapse or compromise.

Now, toughness has become his last resort.

As long as he doesn't become a CP for a day, he will have to face the infestation of people like Jin Jiushan for a day.

He knows that the tougher he is now, the more repression he will face in the future.

After all, Kim Jae-chol's downfall is not far off, and he has now lost power.

When Jin Jiushan and others grasped the right to speak, everything became justified, and he didn't even have the capital to confront him.

In today's world, power is everything.

When that time comes, what will he do?

At this moment, Park Jung-hyuk has no idea at all, and his heart is in a mess.

Perhaps something broke out to push him to firm his goal.

By the time I left MBC, the world outside had turned gray.

After a month of stinginess, God suddenly became extremely generous, as if he wanted to tilt all the water resources between heaven and earth here.

Sitting in the car, even if you turn the wipers to the maximum, you can't even see 30 meters away. As a result, the traffic on the road is like a turtle crawling, slow to death.

Before five o'clock, the sky was already dark.

The faint street lights did not help much, but fortunately the strong lightning did not disorient the pedestrians.

Because of such weather and road conditions, when Park Jung-hyuk returned home, it was already an hour and a half later.

Compared to the stormy weather, this oppressive and dark work is even more exhausting. Even when he took the elevator from the parking lot to the door of his house, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

But when he opened the door and saw the scene in the living room, he suddenly came to his senses.

The dimly lit living room was filled with burning candles, round and round. The small circle is a heart, and the large circle is a heart.

In this way, one heart is wrapped around another, as if countless hearts are superimposed on each other.

And in the middle of the candle heart, there is a beautiful tower-shaped cake.

There are also six burning red candles on top of the cake, three on the left and three on the right, which are obviously deliberately arranged.

Park Jung-hyuk suddenly realized that today was his birthday.

He was thirty-three years old.

It's a complicated time, and it's all a draining and exhausting experience. In addition, Park Jung-hoon's wedding also exhausted his mental strength, so he even forgot his birthday.

At such a time, the only person who can remember his birthday and run over to celebrate him in such weather is naturally only Ju Li.

She was standing behind the cake, dressed in a beautiful body, clapping her hands and singing a birthday song for him.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you......"

Today's Juli is not as glamorous as in the past, without heavy makeup and colorful hair.

With simple shawl hair, fresh and elegant clothes, even the singer is gentle as if honey has been added, and every word is sweet to Park Jung-hyuk's heart.

Park Jung-hyuk was stupid for a while, standing in place in a daze, looking at the calm as water as Ju Li, really wanting to keep this moment forever.

Curie walked around the cake and walked in front of him, graciously helping him take the briefcase.

"Go blow out the candles, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Park Jung-hyuk was pulled by her, and pointed to the candles in the room with the other hand and asked, "These are all prepared by you?" ”

"Do you like it?"

Curie asked, holding his arm and tilting her head. The smug little eyes were obviously urging, praise me.

Park Jung-hyuk turned around and hugged her firmly, just whispering. "It's nice to have you?"

Curie's little face was pressed against his chest, and he could even smell the moisture of the rain.

"If you like it, I want you to remember this day forever, so no matter how hard you prepare, you can't overdo it. It's just a pity that I'm too stupid to think of any romantic tricks, you...... You can't dislike it. ”

Park Jung-hyuk hugged her tighter and tighter, his chin rubbing her hair.

"How so? It was the best birthday I've ever had. In the future, I will dream about this every day. ”

Julie broke free from his arms, looked up at his face, and even reached out to stroke it.

"Well, you don't have to remember it forever, three years is fine. A life is too long, people, you can't remember so many things. ”

Park Jung-hyuk didn't say anything, squeezed out a smile, and said, "I'm going to blow out the candles, what kind of wish do you want me to make?" ”

Julie always smiled very calmly and shook her head gently.

"Oba, don't make unrealistic wishes. As long as ours is good, it's better than anything else. ”

This is not the Ju-ri of the past, but it is the time when Park Jung-hyuk feels the most comfortable.

In the face of her command, Park Jung-hyuk nodded heavily, and silently made a wish that only he knew best.

Then, Park Jung-hyuk puffed up a breath and blew out six candles at once.

After blowing out the candles and making a wish, Park Jung-hyuk asked with a smile, "Do you have anything else to prepare?" ”

"Hee-hee, I also cooked, but Oba is not allowed to say that it is not delicious."

When she said this, Juli was a little worried.

She didn't learn much cooking, and this time she learned it by surprise in order to prepare a birthday surprise for Park Jung-hyuk.

She also knows that her skills are not perfect, and she cannot be compared with Park Jung-hyuk. I was afraid that Park Jung-hyuk wouldn't like it, so I deliberately emphasized it.

Park Jung-hyuk had already taken her hand and walked towards the kitchen.

"As long as you make it, I can eat even poison."

Behind him, Julie said in a voice that only she could hear: "I wish it was poison, and then we will eat it together, so that there will be no troubles." ”

Immediately, she quickly raised her hand and wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes.

There are not many dinners prepared by Juli, after all, it is a assault school, and the level is limited.

What Park Jung-hyuk valued the most was the kelp soup that night.

For Koreans to celebrate their birthdays, just as Chinese want to eat longevity noodles, kelp soup is essential.

Picking up the bowl, he first took a small sip and tasted it.

Juli looked at him nervously, afraid that he would have a bad look on his face.

This is the first time in her life that she cooks kelp soup for her beloved, and it is so significant, so naturally she doesn't want to have any flaws.

Park Jung-hyuk let the soup slide over his tongue and absorb it to his taste buds, not missing a single detail.

Soon, a big smile appeared on his face, and he nodded heavily at Juli. Then I picked up the bowl and drank the soup in one go.

Of course, the soup cooked by Julie can't be said to be delicious, but it is definitely not unpleasant. At least with Park Jung-hyuk's picky appetite, he is extremely satisfied.

It's the food she's prepared for him, and it's his birthday, and if he's satisfied, she's worth everything.

Seeing that Park Jung-hyuk drank all the bowls of soup without sluggishness, Ju Li was happy as if she had won the jackpot.

Not only that, but she also worked diligently, as if she wanted to fill Park Jung-hyuk's job bowl.

"Oba, don't just drink the soup, try the fish I made. Oh, there are also fish cakes and stir-fried vegetables. ”

Park Jung-hyuk just didn't speak, and he ate whatever Ju-ri gave him. He looked like a refugee who had been hungry for months.

Curie knew that he was doing this on purpose, just to amuse himself. At a time like this, there are indeed one of the few things to be happy about.

For this birthday dinner, Park Jung-hyuk ate eight points full, while Ju Li didn't eat much at all.

It seems that as long as she watches Park Jung-hyuk eat, she will be full.

"Oba, I'll clean up the kitchen, you go clean up the candles."

After dinner, Curie gave orders like a hostess and contracted to tidy up the kitchen.

Speaking of which, during the time she and Park Jung-hyuk got together, Park Jung-hyuk always cooked food for her, and she never let her plain hands get wet.

This time, Ju Li decided to make up for her dereliction of duty and let Park Jung-hyuk experience the satisfaction of having a good wife.

Being kicked out of the kitchen, Park Jung-hyuk could only shake his head and smile bitterly, and then began to clean up the candles that were all over the floor in the living room.

After all this time, the candle is almost burning. If you don't tidy it up, it can cause a fire.

It's just that when he was arranging the candles, Park Jung-hyuk looked at the ethereal candlelight, and his expression suddenly dimmed.

How beautiful this candlelight is, and the jumping flame is as innocent as a child.

It's a pity that this beauty is so short-lived. Soon, the candle will fulfill its mission and be reduced to inconspicuous ashes.

From the fading candlelight, Park Jung-hyuk felt an infinite chill, just like this rainstorm night.

Time always passes quickly, and beauty does not last forever.

Juli was already looking at him with tenderness and hot eyes, and walked towards him step by step, with a rich fragrance.

Park Jung-hyuk understood her intentions, and simply gave up other thoughts, and also walked towards Ju Li.

On this day, Cyri was exceptionally enthusiastic and active, wild like never before. Trying to open his body, he greeted the impact of Park Jung-hyuk again and again.

The sweat of the two has flowed like a river, but they can't completely release their passion.

Even if Park Jung-hyuk wants to be gentle, Ju-ri will not allow it.

The thin nails squeezed at Park Jung-hyuk's skin, urging him over and over again to whip up his horse and keep charging.

Even if she felt as if she was going to be squashed, torn, torn apart, swept away again and again in the wind and waves, she gritted her teeth and endured all this.

Park Jung-hyuk gasped and roared, conquering with the last of his strength. His two arms were cast like steel and iron, as if he wanted to rub Julie into his body and become a part of himself.

The crimson eyes were like flames, and the tears burned into magma, indicting the painful fate. (To be continued.) )