Lin Yun'er's body trembled obviously, "Song Han oppa." She cried softly, her eyes full of worry. Yes, she was scared, scared to go to Jessica, scared that she would lose Song Han. Even so, in her heart, she always felt that she owed herself a debt to Jessica.

Why didn't Song Han understand the worry in Lin Yun'er's heart, hugged Lin Yun'er's waist, and let her sit on his lap, and the two swayed slowly with the swing, "Yun'er, don't worry. It's impossible for me and Jessica, and since I didn't stand up in the café just now, I can't stand up now. ”

"Song Han oppa." Lin Yun'er's delicate body trembled again, opened her arms, and hugged Song Han's waist tightly, and her agile fawn eyes were full of mist.

Song Han stretched out his hands, holding Lin Yun'er's pretty face, stretched out his free hand, stretched out his index finger, mischievously teased her little Qiong's nose, and smiled: "Yun'er, don't think too much." ”

"Yes!" Lin Yun'er nodded, and smiled, like a pink lotus blooming, beautiful and unparalleled.

………………

In a hospital in Seoul, Park Hyo-min had to stay in the hospital for observation for a few days, and she was bored and played with her mobile phone while sitting on the bed, and Han Eunjing next to her had already swiped her own ins to play.

Park Hyo-min also has his ins account, of course, she doesn't play the ins account that she announced to everyone. Rather, a trumpet created by yourself secretly. After all, the tuba is exposed to the eyes of fans and sunspots, and if there is a little wind and grass that is exposed, only the trumpet is safe.

The large cannot follow the person you are interested in, however, the small one can. Park Hyo-min likes photography and painting, so all the photography masters and painting masters in the world, as long as they have opened an ins account, Park Hyo-min has all paid attention to them.

Park Hyo-min looked at the artworks posed by the masters of photography and painting, and couldn't help but indulge in them. She was very envious of them for being able to take or paint such beautiful pictures one by one. People love beautiful things. Park Hyo-min is no exception, and he hopes that he can be like them, able to shoot or paint these beautiful pictures.

"Huh?" Master Joseph came to Korea? It's still Seoul, how do I feel so familiar with this painting! Isn't this the half of the painting that Song Han helped her finish? Then. When he saw Joseph's message on Instagram, he didn't react like a lightning strike, and he was stunned.

"Song Han, this is definitely Song Han's painting. Audi Q5 in white. Carried me into the car, and the timing was right. Park Hyo-min was pleasantly surprised, and involuntarily exclaimed.

Han Eunjing, who was originally playing with her mobile phone next to Park Hyo-min, immediately came back to her senses, looked at Park Hyo-min holding her mobile phone and smirked, and didn't know what happened? Then he said, "Hyomin, has something happened?" What happened to Song Han? ”

"Haha! Ernie, you know what? Song Han, he's about to take off. Didn't he help me draw, I just stood on the Han River Bridge and fainted from the wind! At that time, he was in a hurry and didn't care about the painting at all, but now the painting has been picked up by a watercolor master, and he especially admires the paintings of Song Han. I want to take him as an apprentice. The corners of Park Hyomin's mouth raised and he smiled happily, not even hiding the joy in his eyes.

"Really? Hyomin, then Song Han can't step into the ranks of artists. Moreover, worshipping a master as a teacher, the www.biquge.info of the Biqu Pavilion is already very high, and with his painting skills that are not weak, it is not an infinite future! Han Eunjing opened her mouth in surprise when she heard what Park Hyo-min said, and muttered incredulously.

The joy in Park Hyomin's eyes had not yet dissipated, and he nodded abruptly, "Yes, Ernie." I didn't expect Song Han's painting technique to be so great. No way. I was going to call him immediately, and Master Joseph said that he was going to wait for Song Han at the Shilla Hotel for three days, or he would go back to Australia, and now two days have passed. If Song Han didn't know tomorrow, he would have missed this opportunity. ”

With that, Park Hyo-min picked up his mobile phone and dialed Song Han's phone number!

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In the afternoon dusk sun, through the glass partition window of the roof garden of the Seoul flower shop, it illuminates the inside of the Kim Seoul flower shop, and Song Han is in this dim sunlight. In the slightly swaying swing chair, holding Lin Yun'er in her arms, smelling her seductive fragrance, making him drowsy, isn't life like this? Don't be busy, don't worry about anything, as long as you have a lovely child in your arms, you can slowly and leisurely until you are old, right?

"Buzzing" There was a shock in Song Han's trouser pocket, and Lin Yun'er, who was originally sleeping in Song Han's arms, suddenly woke up, squeezed her little pink fist dissatisfiedly, hammered Song Han's chest, and snorted coldly: "Don't answer the phone for me yet." Maybe someone else is looking for you urgently? ”

"Oh oh oh!" Song Han replied curtly. immediately took out his mobile phone from his pocket, looked at the name on the screen, and whispered to Lin Yun'er: "Shh, it's Xiaomin, don't make a sound." I asked her what the hell was going on? ”

Lin Yun'er nodded, left Song Han's arms, sat on the side and closed her mouth tightly, and never spoke again.

"Yabu Seyo, Hyomin, do you have something to do?" Song Han picked up the phone and asked on the other end of the phone.

"Yabu Seyo, Song Han, do you know? You have met a good thing, you should thank me, if I didn't ask you to complete my half of the painting, you wouldn't have gone to the Han River Bridge, and you wouldn't have met Master Joseph" Park Hyo-min couldn't suppress the sound of surprise on the other end of the phone, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and it seemed that it was all right.

Song Han was confused by what Park Hyo-min said, and he didn't know what he was talking about? Shaking his head in confusion, he said, "Xiaomin, what are you talking about?" How did I not understand, what the Han River Bridge, Master Joseph's? ”

"Oh. Song Han, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you the specifics. Park Hyo-min on the other end of the phone felt as if he was too excited, forgot to get down to business, and naughtily spit out his ****......

"Song Han, that's the case, didn't you take the painting you left on the Han River Bridge that day to help me get to the hospital? Then, Joseph, a master of watercolor painting, happened to come to the Han River Bridge, saw your painting, immediately liked it, praised you for your spirituality, and wanted to take you as a disciple. Let you go to the Shilla Hotel to find him. Park Hyo-min quickly explained.

Song Han was also stunned for no reason, is his luck really so good? Is your painting really spiritual? He was silent, and said lightly: "Well, I know Xiaomin, thank you for suing me for this, my apprenticeship, I have to think about it." ”

"Inside, Song Han, you must not give up such a good opportunity!" Park Hyo-min was still afraid that Song Han would not agree, so he continued to nag.

"Yes, I'll think about it." (To be continued.) )