PS: I'm so relaxed now, I'm so relaxed, I feel like I'm Super Saiyan 5, come, recommend votes and tips to be more powerful, now it's four more, why don't you have more tongue sounds, give him ten more?

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Weng Tingjun is relaxed now.

Yes, it's easy.

With this wave of popularity, the poet's studio is completely on fire no matter what the result is tomorrow. The first sister is still the first sister, but she is no longer the first sister of the poet's studio.

Jessica's fans are very powerful, and they also contacted the poet's studio immediately after discovering the clues, and some of the over-the-top fans even scolded them.

However, in that case during the day, no one will care, but as soon as S*M announces tomorrow that Weng Moumou has violated jessica's portrait rights, the troubadour's vest will completely become a street rat.

It doesn't matter, though. He has arranged the back road of the anchor and Luo Yuhao's back road, and only he can carry this pot, and only he can carry it.

"It's worth half a month." Weng Tingjun had a smile on his face.

Although he did not have a happy grudge, but died in the world, he had friends, and he also experienced the feeling of missing someone and being cared for.

That's enough.

That's really enough.

After thinking about it, Weng Tingjun took out his mobile phone, and while waiting for it to be turned on, he looked around, there were no people here, but it was also suitable for relaxation.

After turning on the phone, he didn't care about a large number of Luo Yuhao's missed calls, he found Quan Baolan's phone and dialed it.

Tomorrow is the Jeju Island platter concert, and it is no surprise that Tiara will encounter another embarrassing scene.

In the middle of his thoughts, the phone was connected by Quan Baolan.

"All sAngeles."

"Mr. Weng, do you have something to do with me?"

"Call me Weng Tingjun, forget it, don't care." After tonight, who will remember his name is Weng Tingjun?

"There are a few things that you need to do, and you can only do them."

Quan Baolan's heart was solemn, "You said. ”

"Tiara's encounter I think you or a few of your teammates know the cause and effect, I won't say more, or do as I say, you continue to hide, this event and the Hong Kong concert are over, you don't appear again, grind the choral skills and dance to learn Chinese well, a year or two later, if no one mentions this matter again, you can return, but don't return from South Korea first, if there is a foundation abroad, in turn to test the Korean market, there are lessons from the past you should all understand."

Quan Baolan thought for a while, and then understood what Weng Tingjun said, first divert the attention of South Korean Anti, secretly recuperate, once there are achievements abroad, but find that they are forgotten in South Korea, South Korean Anti has no place to be ashamed, right? It's an opportunity for them, and it would be perfect if they could reach the top of the Grammys, but it's obviously unlikely.

"I see."

Weng Tingjun thought for a while, and then said: "Li Yalin is a time bomb, and the pressure of public opinion you are facing now is not the exclusion theory and the power # sex transaction, although the focus is not on you, but Liu Huaying is your former teammate after all, if the news of Li Yalin's withdrawal from the group comes again at this time, the situation will definitely be worse, so what I say next is also very important." Quan Baolan's breathing was instantaneous, and he was infected by Weng Tingjun's solemn tone.

"You have to become Tiara's captain, no matter what happens to Tiara in the future, you can only be Tiara's captain, and you have to become Tiara's Dinghai Divine Needle."

Weng Tingjun could clearly detect the change in Quan Baolan's breathing, this time he didn't wait for her answer, he continued: "Your situation is not very bad, as long as you have money, that tiger in Xinsha Cave may do its best and develop well, if Luo Yuhao can't hold on, let Li Juli, this woman, take action, I think she will help you." Okay, I don't have much more to say. He doesn't know how Zhou Shuchen is, so he won't say anything he is not sure of, if Zhou Shuchen succeeds and Xiaoyu TV rises, then Tiara still has a chance, I believe Zhou Shuchen will carry out his plan.

Now that the Poet's Studio may not survive tomorrow, Tiara is his only hope for revenge, and although he doesn't want to admit it, it is. In the future, it may also be Zhou Shuchen's hope for revenge.

Because You Feiran is their common father-killing enemy.

"Wait, sir, have you encountered something?" Quan Baolan was puzzled, although Weng Tingjun's tone was very relaxed, the content of his words seemed to be explaining the aftermath.

Is he going to give up Tiara?

Thinking of this, Quan Baolan's face turned pale.

"No, don't worry, I'm fine." Weng Tingjun smiled, and then his tone was solemn, "Quanbaolan, you have to remember that you are the crown, don't bow your head!" ”

After saying this, Weng Tingjun hung up the phone completely, let out a sullen breath, and his thoughts were much smoother, so he took a stroll in the night of Seoul.

Quan Baolan put down the phone, his mind went blank.

The route of the crown development or how to go in the future, they also discussed and studied it in private, but it was not as comprehensive as Weng Tingjun said, she understood, she also understood. She was also prepared for this, even at the expense of herself.

She firmly believes that the crown can continue to take off, but her confidence comes from Weng Tingjun.

At this time, Weng Tingjun suddenly said it like his last words, and she was completely panicked.

"Sapphire Blue, what's wrong?" Li Juli looked at Quan Baolan and walked in distractedly and asked.

"It's okay, Yulan told me if I want to eat fried noodles, I'm angry, I'm so angry, I'm so fat, and let me eat supper at night? What is her intention? "The troublesome Quan Baolan said with a puff.

Li Juli was thoughtful, and then laughed too, "Yes, you're too fat." ”

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Ongjeong-gyun didn't know where it was, facing the sultry evening breeze of Seoul, he walked again and again without any purpose.

No one knew him, and he couldn't find anyone to speak, so he pressed the road step by step.

At this time, Weng Tingjun's heart was slightly chilled, and his eyelids jumped.

He sensed a murderous aura coming towards him!

Yes, murderous!

In his previous life, he secretly investigated an actress in Huaxia who suddenly became popular overnight, and after checking it, he found out the person behind this actress, she was the object of his # raising.

In order to never suffer in the future, the person behind the actress sent someone to assassinate Li Tie, in order to survive, he did everything he could, and after several months of hard work, he finally eliminated this person's anger, because he published this person's criminal information on the Internet, and then stabbed him to death, creating the illusion of suicide in fear of crime.

Therefore, he is no stranger to murderous spirits.

Weng Tingjun's brain immediately responded to the only reaction of his limbs.

Run!

Come on!

There was a legal difference between waiting for a sentence and being killed, and he didn't want to be torn apart.

Weng Ting didn't even need to ask to know who the owner of this murderous aura was, or who was behind this master.

After all, it was found.

What happened to Shuchen Zhou?

Weng Tingjun was anxious, but the situation at this moment did not allow him to think too much.

He runs.

He ran as hard as he could, spreading his feet and running towards the crowds. As long as there are many people, this killer of dog #day will not dare to do it, and he will have a glimmer of life.

The murderous aura is becoming more and more obvious.

The man was getting closer and closer to him.

Bang.

Bang bang.

Bang bang bang.

Weng Tingjun's heart was beating faster and faster, and layers of fine beads of sweat appeared on his face, but at this time, he didn't have any panic in his heart, because panic had no effect.

But the situation in front of him made him completely panicked.

Who is there in front of him? There are only the occasional vehicles that pass by, but who cares about the life and death of a night traveler in these vehicles? The crumbling yellow lights of the streets of Seoul stretched his panicked figure long as he had just walked aimlessly, completely noticing where it was.

The situation is getting worse and worse.

The situation is becoming more and more unfavorable.

Cold sweat on the head is getting more and more.

Weng Ting didn't dare to turn back, he could only keep running, his only confidence now was that there was a lot of surveillance here, and the person who was chasing after him would definitely not dare to shoot, or that he didn't need to use a gun to deal with him with a little fresh meat with thin arms and legs.

Weng Tingjun's mind was extremely calm.

He didn't know who the person behind him was, whether it was a Korean or a foreigner, he had a fluke in his heart, and secretly speculated about who the person behind him was, and hoped that the person behind him was a foreigner. Three studios? It's possible, but it's unlikely, he's well hidden. S*M？ There is also a motive, but it is completely unnecessary. CJ？ It's even more impossible. There is only one answer, only the mad dog has the confidence to send someone to solve him,

Weng Tingjun's eyes looked around, looking for a way to escape.

This is a deserted road, and Weng Tingjun doesn't know where it is, but not far away is a dilapidated park. If he escapes into the park, then the terrain of the park is not good for the killer, but good for him. The premise is that this killer is a foreigner, not a native of Korea!

And, if his guess is true, he is also in danger if the man chasing him behind has a gun and has no qualms about shooting it.

No matter.

"." Weng Tingjun scolded secretly, and went directly into the park in a hurry.

The people behind him watched Weng Tingjun get into the park, licked the muzzle of the gun, and smiled weirdly.

He's a killer, he's a ruthless killer.

He likes the target to face him with luck, and wait until the target completely loses his luck before killing him with one shot, and he enjoys the love in the eyes of the target after death.

That's how he kills.