Kim So-hee's autograph was about to be released, and the editor, Park Ah-hui, attached great importance to this matter, and personally delivered 1,500 book covers to the door of her apartment during the break.

When he received the call from the editor-in-charge, Kim So-hee was a little flustered.

Although the editor knew that the owner of the house where she was temporarily living was a single man, he didn't know that this man was Song Jong-ki, one of the four students of Chungmuro!

Kim So-hee, dressed in a T-shirt and pencil jeans, stood in front of the door of the apartment and stared at the editor in charge.

"So what you mean now is that you're going to bring these back with you to sign and stamp them alone?" Pu Yahui's face was incredulous: "Why? Which time didn't I help you, you signed and I stamped, can you be busy alone? Don't be lazy halfway. ”

"Ernie, I don't know what to say to you." Kim So-hee's face was full of confusion, according to the housing agreement she and Song Jong-ki had drawn up, she must not reveal the fact that the two lived together without his permission.

"It's the house I live in temporarily, and the owner has a rule that if you want to bring someone into the house, you have to tell him in advance, you came too suddenly today."

"That's right." Park Yahui is too anxious, and she has a good relationship with Kim So-hee, when Kim So-hee lived alone in her own house in the past, she didn't have to call in advance when she came.

Now that Kim So-hee is temporarily living in someone else's house, she has forgotten about such a stubble.

"What then? Why don't you go to my house tonight?" ”

The cover design of this comic went back and forth many times, and the pace of the later launch activities must be accelerated. Tonight is an all-nighter, and the two of them have to finish these autographs.

“OHMYGOD！” Looking at the book cover that was packed in a rough sack, Kim So-hee's face was hopeless: "Ernie, I just finished the marathon this morning, and I need to sleep well." ”

"Don't think about it, you can finish it tonight and sleep all day tomorrow, anyway, tomorrow is the last day of the weekend."

Just when Kim So-hee accepted his fate and was about to get into Park Yahui's car, a black car drove over. The closer the black car approached them, the slower it became, and when it stopped beside them, Kim So-hee realized that it was Song Jong-ki's car.

"What's wrong?"

After the car window was lowered, Kim So-hee was very nervous, eager to block Song Jong-ki's face.

“OMO！ It's not that it's not! Park Yahui was nervous and surprised, covering her mouth for fear that she would shout out the name of the person in front of her.

"So-hee, do you know Song Jong-ki?"

Kim So-hee was so anxious that she could only smile at Park Yahui, and then turned to Song Jong-ki and said, "It turned out to be Song Jong-ki?" What a coincidence! This is my editor-in-charge, Park Yahui, and I'm going to her house to make an autograph book in a moment. ”

Seeing the little girl squeezing her eyebrows at him and making all kinds of hints, Song Zhongji suddenly understood.

In the past, he would drive away to help her cover up, but this time, he didn't want to do it.

"Invite your editor in charge to work from home, I just bought some snacks and fresh steaks, if you don't mind, we can eat together in the evening!" I'll go up first, and you can take your responsibility with you. ”

The voice he spoke was not loud, but it was enough for Park Yahui to hear.

Without waiting for the two to react, Song Jong-ki drove away first. Kim So-hee looked at his car butt dumbfounded.

What's wrong with this uncle? Why do you feel that the style of painting is a little wrong?

"Kim, So, Hee! You'd better explain it to me honestly! "How can I say it, Park Yahui is also a person who has been in the society for four years, how can she not see this little relationship.

When Song Jong-ki opened the door, he saw the little girl who was carrying a sack and was physically and mentally exhausted. And the editor in charge behind her couldn't hide the excitement all over her body.

"There are only guest slippers at home, so please take a look."

"It's nice to have slippers!" At this moment, Park Yahui is a nymphomaniac.

But even if it's nymphomaniac mode, I feel a different atmosphere. For example, now, Kim So-hee was dragged by Song Jong-ki to the kitchen to help him, and the two worked together in harmony, how to say it? Park Yahui felt as if she was a bit abusing her single dog.

However, it is also possible that she is overthinking?

"Taste, salty? I've tasted it so many times that I can't tell the difference. Song Jong-ki took a small spoon and scooped some of the sauce, blew it, and brought it to Kim So-hee's mouth, who was washing cabbage leaves with his hands in the sink.

Ben was concentrating on washing the leaves, and she was a little overwhelmed by the spoon that brought it to her mouth, but finally opened her mouth to taste it.

"Isn't it okay? Add some sugar! ”

"Really?" He expressed his doubts, scooped a little more and tasted it himself, and then added a little sugar as Kim So-hee requested.

Kim So-hee's head is full of black lines, if you don't believe me, don't let me taste it for you!

Only Park Yahui, who was silently watching, got the truth and grasped the point, that spoon, the two have been sharing?!

Park Single, who said that he could no longer read it, returned to the living room and took out the books from the sack and placed them on the side of the coffee table in a stack so that Kim So-hee could sign them for a while.

Today's dinner is mainly Western food, and Song Jong-ki's steak is fried quite quickly. While Kim So-hee was working on the sidelines, he also made a plate of golden pasta with olive oil and cheese that Song Jong-ki brought back from Greece.

"Free-style pasta?"

Pu Yahui fiddled with the pasta sandwiched in the bowl twice, looking at it, her heart was a little complicated, whose pasta will be drawn when it is sandwiched?

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to try it, who knew there was too much cheese."

Since the last time he ate the cheese brought back by Song Jong-ki, Kim So-hee has a bit of cheese poisoning, whether he eats toast or something else, he can't wait to be able to add it.

Song Jong-ki raised his eyebrows and glanced at the noodles in the bowl, and finally gave his mouth down.

Pu Yahui gasped as she looked at it, and the conjecture in her heart became more and more certain.

"It doesn't look good, but it tastes okay." Taking a bite, he commented more pertinently.

Jin Suxi's eyes lit up, and the loss that was originally like a frosted eggplant quickly regained his blood, and he took a chopstick into his mouth with great interest.

"Well, really, it doesn't look good, but it tastes really good!"

Park Yahui didn't want to look at the two in front of her anymore, and turned her gaze to Song Jong-gi's steak made by zuò. She didn't expect that she would have such a day as eating the steak made by the male god himself.

Although she is obviously a side benefit, this complex feeling of joy and sadness

Actually, my current self is a bit redundant.

Park Yahui just wants to finish eating quickly and leave, I believe that tonight is not to help herself, and there will be no problem with the autograph.

After dinner, Kim So-hee consciously took charge of washing the dishes, and Song Jong-ki sat on the sofa and flipped through the cover of the comic book. Park Yahui glanced at the back of Kim So-hee washing dishes in the kitchen and thought about it.

Kim So-hee didn't know that the two of them were muttering behind her, and when she finished washing the dishes, Park Yahui told her that she was ready to go back.

"What? This is going back? So you're here for dinner? ”

"Who told you to hide from me and live with Song Jong-ki, and don't tell me! I'll punish you for a meal, it's cheaper for you, okay? This has to be put on others, and it is the end of breaking off friendship! ”

Kim So-hee was speechless.

"Then you wait for me, I'll send you to the elevator door." Kim So-hee said as she walked to the kitchen and took off her apron.

Park Yahui glanced at Song Jong-ki, who was sitting on the sofa, and made a gesture. Song Jong-ki hooked his lips and smiled, reversing an OK received action. That smile flashed and made Pu Yahui dizzy.

Although there was only two hours of brief contact, she also knew the new attributes of the male god.

With such a black belly, she will mourn for Su Hee.

The male god and his friend can only grieve the latter~

The elevator room is not far from the door, and there is no need to close the door at all. Along the way, Park Yahui is obviously still unsatisfied.

"If I live with him, I must try my best to tempt and knock him down! You stupid girl, is such a good resource so wasted? ”

"Don't think about it~ I have a blind date, and I'm still thinking about it."

Park Yahui couldn't help but roll her eyes: "Your blind date is more handsome than Song Jong-ki?" Or is it better than him in some way? Don't put such a good one, you actually want to consider a blind date? ”

Kim So-hee also thinks that if such a question were to be asked on the Internet, 99% of women would choose the homeowner.

"Forget it, I can't say much about your choice, ask for more blessings."

If you don't succeed, it's hard to say, you don't want to fall down, it doesn't mean that people don't want to be knocked down by you.

Pu Yahui swallowed this little secret and smiled meaningfully.

Kim So-hee watched her get into the elevator and go downstairs, then turned around and went home. As soon as I closed the door, I saw the owner sitting on the edge of the sofa, who seemed to be sorting out the cover of the book?

"What are you doing?"

"Supervise your completion of the autograph, your editor said, please me, let me supervise you to complete it tonight."

"Don't!"

The little girl who went to run the 21km marathon early in the morning said that no matter how young she is, she can't resist the power of the marathon! She just wants to get a good night's sleep!

The smiling face of the owner made her shudder.

What did this uncle eat, why was the whole person wrong?

Looking at Kim So-hee's collapse and begging him to raise his noble hand, Song Jong-ki's heart finally felt a little more comfortable. These days, all kinds of depression can be regarded as having a channel to vent.

"Can you really look at the little girl who is almost on her lips and turn around and throw herself into the arms of other men? And that man is probably not as good as you! Li Guangzhu asked him seriously.

Song Jong-ki lowered his eyes and looked at SNS, enlivening his thoughts.

Maybe it was a kind of love at first, but the beginning of love has a thousand gestures.

Although she intrudes into his world without warning, followed by an irresistible rogue rolling, his life eventually accepts her.

That's the result.

So to ask if he can, he thinks, maybe he really can't.