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Sometimes it is like a little devil with a triangular fork and a pitch-black body, using an irresistible drug on you, fluttering its fleshy wings and waving its nimble little tail to lure you step by step into the abyss of depravity.

But it will also transform into a little angel with a circle of light on its head and two white feathered wings on its bare buttocks, babbling at you with a small wooden stick, so that you can follow him into the boundless light ahead.

It's normal to have this kind of mentality, for example, the author himself, he will also want to compare with other Korean entertainment books, and he will also envy those books of the same type that have good results.

But there must be a limit to everything.

At most, the author drools over other books, and then continues to be a street writer, but there are always people who are unwilling to be lonely and do something that he himself does not expect.

Park Yong-woo sat in the back and silently watched Son Ye-jin and Kang Tae-chul "flirt" and a sense of absurdity rose in his heart.

He has been nominated for several Best Supporting Actor for his outstanding performance in "Tears of Blood", and won Best Supporting Actor at the Korea Film Awards and the Chunshi Film Festival.

Although he is a little old, it seems a little inappropriate to use a new star, but he is definitely worthy of the four words of late bloomer.

Compared with a mature and attractive man and a boy who has not grown all his hair, do you need to choose which one to choose?

......

If the word "compare" is followed by a few more flaps of the little devil's wings, it may become another word called "jealousy".

There is a doctrine in Catholicism called the "Seven Deadly Sins," and jealousy is one of them.

It may be difficult for some people to understand why Park Yongyu has such a mentality because of such a trivial matter, are they all idle and have nothing to do?

What if Park Yong-woo and Song Il-kook are good friends?

If that's not enough, plus the kind of affection for Son Ye-jin called "like".

Many wars throughout the ages have been fought by a woman, if what follows between the two of them can be called a war.

......

The hotel this time is not high-end, strictly speaking, it is not much more advanced than the B&B.

Many people think that the actors are staying in luxury hotels and riding in luxury cars during filming, but that is only a rare case. The vast majority of crews will try to save their budget when filming, especially in a country like South Korea, where they are really tight on what they can save.

Wu Jihuan held two stacks of room cards in his hand, and gave a thick stack to the assistant to distribute them, those were two or three rooms for ordinary members of the crew, and the ones he held in his hand were the single rooms of the leading actors.

Kang Tae-cheol adheres to the tradition of respecting the old and loving the young, and lets others choose first, and Son Ye-jin stands there without moving. Park Yong-woo didn't know what was going on in his heart, and he stood aside and didn't say anything.

Now there are three room cards left, and only the three of them are left.

Son Ye-jin took out the "511", and then pushed out a "510" and was about to hand it to Kang Tae-chul, but unexpectedly, Park Yong-woo stretched out his hand and smiled at Son Ye-jin, who thought he was a gentleman.

looked at Jiang Taizhe with a little provocation, but he didn't expect to run into Jiang Taizhe with strange eyes.

"This brother was sent from heaven...... Save me? Kang Tae-chul thought secretly, and his favorability towards Park Yong-woo increased by ten percentage points.

He didn't understand Park Yongwoo's inner thoughts, and the other party naturally wouldn't know that he was happy rather than angry at the moment.

Both of them are secretly cool in themselves, and Son Ye-jin, the only one who is angry, is ignored by the two of them intentionally or unintentionally.

The creator is magical, and the author's imagination is lacking, so when the three of them came to the fifth floor, their faces became extremely wonderful.

The design of this hotel is very postmodernist, with two corridors on the left and right, and two elevators at the intersection. There are ten rooms in one corridor, and Park Yong-woo's room 510 is at the beginning of the corridor on the left, which is in their field of vision.

And amazingly, the end of the corridor on the right is 511, and the opposite door is 520......

"What a painful design this is......" Jiang Tae-chul looked at the 520 room card in his hand, glanced at Park Yong-woo, and actually felt a little sympathy at the moment.

Son Ye-jin's female assistant and Kim Hyun-sook live on the fourth floor, so they didn't follow them up, and Son Ye-jin winked at Kang Tae-cheol, and the pile of luggage under her feet was an eyesore.

"I'll call your assistant." Kang Tae-cheol seemed to have thought of a great idea.

"Assistant Li is also very tired, why are you embarrassed to trouble her?" Son Ye-jin smiled on her face, but she had already torn Kang Tae-cheol several times in her heart, "I specifically asked her not to follow, how can I let you succeed again." ”

Kang Tae-chul looked at Park Yong-woo like a help-seeker, and the latter really didn't disappoint him, picking up a big bag in one hand and walking over there, without saying a word, leaving only a lonely but dashing back.

"You can push the rest yourself." Kang Tae-chul looked at her with a smile, and added a little favor to Park Yongyu in his heart.

Son Ye-jin stared at Kang Tae-cheol, who was walking by himself, and kicked the suitcase hard.

"It hurts ......" Son Ye-jin touched her toes, and two small droplets of water had already appeared in her eye sockets.

Rejecting Park Yong-woo's offer to have a cup of coffee with him, and not giving him a chance to stay in the room, Son Ye-jin politely and resolutely kicked him out.

It's four o'clock in the afternoon KST, Son Ye-jin is lying on the bed tossing and turning, her hair tied back has long been scattered, covering half of her face, and the sleeveless loose gauze on her upper body is rolled halfway, revealing a flat lower abdomen.

Outside, she is the first-line female star Son Ye-jin, the dazzling and invincible charm of Son Ye-jin, but here, in this room, she is just a twenty-four-year-old big girl, a girl who is only a month older than Han Jia.

"Jiang Tae-cheol, you're really annoying!!" Son Ye-jin was yelling there.

If the temptation of Jiang Taizhe in the past was more for ambition, then now it has become an obsession to tease him, which is like when you knelt in silver five times and fell to bronze and vowed to fight back.

After venting for a while, Son Ye-jin was a little sleepy, not physically exhausted, but in the face of the warm breeze and the faint sound of the waves not far away, anyone would want to take a rest.

Kang Tae-cheol reluctantly knocked on Son Ye-jin's door, but found that the door was not closed. Gently pushing open the door, I walked through the corridor that was not too long, and then I saw Son Ye-jin curled up in a ball.

Sun and wind, beauty and wine.

There was no wine in this room, but Jiang Taizhe still felt that it was like a painting, and he seemed to be a superfluous person.

walked over to wake up Son Ye-jin to eat, but what met her eyes was her frowning brows and clenched hands.

"Maybe it's tiring, at this age of twenty." Kang Tae-cheol sighed softly and reached out to smooth the wrinkles on her forehead.

Park Yong-woo, who rushed over outside the door and wanted to be courteous, frowned when he saw this scene, and what he just wanted to say had been discovered by Kang Tae-cheol. He put his index finger to his lips to silence him, then walked out of the room and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't bother her." Closing the door casually, Kang Tae-cheol paced away, leaving Park Yong-woo with a back.

"I don't know how thick the sky is." Park Yong-woo scoffed.

Room 511, the floor-to-ceiling windows reflect the white sand beach and the blue sea not far away, the transparent tulle curtains flutter in the wind, and occasionally a strong sea breeze blows, and the gauze curtains are blown onto the white bed.

A small white hand gently held it and rubbed it, and his eyes revealed cunning.

I don't know when the corners of my mouth have been raised.

(Asking for votes doesn't seem to work, but thank you for your support.) ）

(Anyway, my book is a niche in the Korean entertainment nudge - that's what I consoled myself the most.) ）