● There are 10 days left, and the new book period will end, and you will be able to vote for your recommendation at that time. So there are 10 days left to beg all of you OBA to leave a recommendation ticket and money in your pocket, thank you ●

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Hello.

This is an honorific, and at the same time, he is grateful to Weng Tingjun for taking the initiative to take responsibility.

What are you going to do?

President Luo Yuhao has settled all aspects of compensation and compensation. She veilly warned Weng Tingjun not to gain an inch, and then the lion opened her mouth.

For this reason, she had to be strong, Luo Yuhao was able to settle things lightly, obviously the man in front of her was just an ordinary person.

She is not afraid of offending people now, but she is most afraid of people with ulterior motives.

Of course, if Weng Tingjun just came over to show concern, she would welcome it, but she would not bow her head.

"Are you alright?" Weng Tingjun has healed all but his legs, and Park Suyan's condition does seem to be stricter than his. He is also a little worried in his heart, the Hong Kong concert is very important, and without Park Suyeon, the lead singer, I am afraid they will be difficult to deal with.

With that, he looked at Park So-yeon calmly.

Her facial features are very delicate, her cheeks are slightly rounded, she looks like a delicate Barbie doll, without any makeup, and the tears on her face that have not dried up make her look beautiful, which tests the woman's appearance even more.

Obviously, her appearance is enough to support no makeup, no wonder she is called Park Suyan.

Park So-yeon pursed the corners of her lips and looked directly at Weng Tingjun, who had seen another victim for the first time since the car accident.

Pretending to look at Weng Tingjun casually, who was not annoyed or angry at all, Park Suyan lowered her vigilance slightly.

"I'm sorry, and thank you for your help."

Weng Tingjun slid his wheelchair and moved out the window, letting the sun shine unbridled on him.

He stretched comfortably, pretending not to hear the vigilance and defensiveness in Park Su-yeon's words.

"To each according to his needs, I did not die, and even received a good reward for the blessing of misfortune. Besides, it's not you who drives, put away your cheap guilt. ”

Park Suyan's eyebrows frowned slightly, and she did not refute Weng Tingjun's words.

"You're looking for me?"

"No, I want to give you a piece of advice."

"What?"

"If you only know how to cry blindly, I advise you to leave Tiara, not every victim can be as kind as me. And Tiara is in crisis right now, so I think you should be able to find another way out on your terms, right? ”

Pak Su-yeon's face turned pale, her shoulders rose and fell, and her teeth grinded and gurgle.

"Thank you for the advice, I'm going to rest, if it's okay, please get out." Don't punish yourself for other people's mistakes, Park So-yeon thought of a phrase that Hyo-min often said. Slowly, slowly, the faces of each of her teammates appeared in her mind.

I can't cry.

It's not like I don't have nothing.

I still have them.

Weng Tingjun closed his eyes and resisted the urge to turn his head, "What? Speaking of your sore spots? ”

Park Suyan is now covered with wounds all over her body, her feelings are ups and downs, her pain is clear, but it can't compare to heartache, "Sore? Scold...... Is this a sore spot? Instead, I think it's an encouragement that we don't bow our heads, and we don't shed tears. ”

Weng Tingjun sneered, his tone without the slightest emotion, "Hiding in the quilt and crying is what you say in your mouth, you won't bow your head and won't shed tears?" ”

"Who are you?"

Weng Tingjun was shocked, and his appearance was silent, "What's wrong?" Annoyed and angry? Yes, this is your true face, exclusion, infighting, and low character. ”

"Get out!"

"Get out of here!"

Park Suyan's firmness was broken by Weng Tingjun's ruthless words, and tears fell.

Weng Tingjun took a deep breath, his hand holding the wheelchair guardrail trembling.

Hate it.

The power of hatred is what makes you break out.

The crown you have fallen off can only be put on by your own hands.

Weng Tingjun said no more and left the ward in a wheelchair.

As soon as Weng Tingjun left, Park So-yeon's eyes became redder and redder, and cold sweat was swishing on her forehead, even in Busan in August, her body was as cold as water.

She lowered her head and covered her chest with her right hand, clutching it hard, and covered her mouth with her left hand, only to feel that her head was blank. Weeds with thorns are growing wildly in my heart, and those prickly hearts are not uncomfortable.

I don't know how long it took, Park So-yeon raised her head and looked at the empty ward, she let go of the hand that was holding her chest and mouth tightly, crying and laughing.

Speaking of this life,

Don't know how many you've walked?

Seasons.

When I was young, my heart was too strong,

It has also been echoed.

Who will listen to it now?

One is powerless to sing,

What's more, human feelings are as cold as ice:

inaudible,

I sing.

In the end, the tears stopped, the corners of her mouth still had the curvature, and the pain and self-blame in her eyes disappeared, and she slowly became more and more determined.

She is no longer Park In-jeong, but Park So-yeon, the Park So-yeon of Tiara.

……

Quan Baolan went out to fetch water, and when he came back, he didn't expect to meet Weng Tingjun.

She knew that the new president, Luo Yuhao, was Weng Tingjun's person, but she didn't know that Weng Tingjun was the victim of the car accident.

Seeing him in a wheelchair, the water bottle in Quan Baolan's hand fell to the ground. She recognized Weng Tingjun, even though Weng Tingjun's face was covered in red potion.

"Is it you?"

Weng Ting did not deny it, "It's me." ”

If Quan Baolan wants to expose him, it is estimated that he is now singing conquest in a Korean prison.

……

Pushing the wheelchair and listening to Weng Tingjun tell the ins and outs, Quan Baolan was still in disbelief, "In other words, the Audi A6 is yours?" ”

No wonder.

At this juncture, who will sympathize with them? They have lost the backstage they thought was backstage, and without CCM, who would be afraid of an eighteenth-tier girl group that was antined by the whole country?

Oh, it shouldn't be considered a national anti, right? Now the number of registered members of their hostile organization is 218563.

"Sir, I just want to ask you, please answer me, what did you buy us for?"

There is no love for no reason in this world, and there is no hate for no reason, and Quan Baolan knows that Weng Tingjun must have his purpose in acquiring Tiara so much.

She believes that Weng Tingjun is a good person, if not, he would not tell those two stories, let alone divert public opinion for the sake of insignificance.

For Quan Baolan, Weng Ting is not so jealous, let alone so cruel, "I need money." ”

"So you think I'm still valuable?" It may be a bit ugly to say this, but it is also the only reason that Quanbaolan can accept, and she has always believed in her heart that Tiara can make a comeback.

"I won't do useless work, success or failure still depends on you."

"Sir, as long as you don't hurt them, as long as Tiara can take the stage...... I'm willing to do anything for you. ”

"No, no, no, it looks like you've misunderstood." Weng Tingjun stretched out his hand to take a fallen leaf that fell from the sky with the wind, put it in his mouth and sniffed it, this leaf has completely lost its vitality, but it has not withered, "I'm not helping you, I'm just a businessman, and you still have use value, that's all." ”

Quan Baolan's face turned pale, his hands trembled, and he subconsciously let go of the wheelchair.

"Yikes! What are you doing? Hold me up. ”

Now the two of them are going downhill, and the road is a small stone road, bumping and bumping, and next to it is a small artificial lake.

As soon as Quan Baolan let go, he rushed forward with the car and people without any scruples.

Weng Tingjun's face changed greatly, and his hands were holding the handrails.

Quan Baolan was startled, her little face suddenly hesitated, and she hurriedly kicked up her little short legs, and hurriedly grasped the wheelchair handle, "I'm sorry, sir." ”

was only one step away, and almost capsized in the gutter, Weng Tingjun still palpitated, "You and you are my nemesis." ”