You are commodities.

Hearing this, the corners of Quan Baolan's mouth couldn't help but twitch, but she was no longer worried.

If it's a commodity, will Mr. wear a Spider-Man suit and fly around the wall to save them? Uh-huh, though the gentleman fell off the wall.

"Is there anything else? I'm going to rest. Weng Tingjun unceremoniously ordered the eviction, and he had no consciousness as a gentleman at all.

"Does the gentleman want me to stay?" Quan Bao Lanqiao's face flushed, and she couldn't help but say tentatively.

"Think beautifully."

"Sir, you're so tsundere." Quan Baolan was overjoyed, and seeing that Weng Tingjun was uncharacteristically no longer strong before, she couldn't help but start to take on another role.

"Fuck off." Weng Tingjun said unnaturally, and then made a straight face, "I spent so much money and effort to buy you, but I didn't let you please people so lowly!" If you can't create a zào profit for me, the non-sale will eventually become a commodity! ”

Quan Baolan pointed to the chicken bones on the table, and said aggrievedly: "Mr. always has to give me time to clean up, right?" ”

"Let's go, let's go!"

Quan Baolan lowered her head and silently picked up the thermos flask, turned her back to Weng Tingjun, the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, and she automatically made up the scene of Mr. and Mrs. competing against each other.

The tip of the needle is on the wheat mang.

Mr. to Mrs.

She waited like a servant, huh—what kind of strange idea was that? Why do you get into it?

Quan Baolan shook his head and quickly cleaned up.

Under the yellowing light, although Weng Ting couldn't see her face under her bangs, he could clearly see that her cheeks on both sides and the slender and white neck behind her were all red, and the red and white were very good-looking. At this time, I noticed the dress on Quan Baolan's body, wearing a cute cartoon long sleeve on the upper body, snow-white autumn pants on the bottom, and the trousers were cut into the most popular cornear style this year; On his feet, he wears a pair of small leather boots with a heel of seven centimeters thick.

Looking at her extraordinarily sexual# figure when she was cleaning up, Weng Tingjun's breathing couldn't help but become heavy.

Goblin!

"Weng liar, is it safe enough? Don't let me find out you're fooling around—"

Sika's message suddenly came, as if there was a monitor she put at home, Weng Tingjun's face changed, and he quickly withdrew his restless gaze and sat upright.

"How so? I've been at home all the time. Weng Tingjun pressed his fingers quickly, but he really didn't have confidence in his heart.

"Sir, has someone you like?" Packed up Quan Baolan picked up the insulated box, looked at Weng Tingjun with a gentle smile on his face, and couldn't help asking.

"Are you ready to jump?"

"Sir, I didn't mean that."

"Then why don't you go?"

"Sir, I didn't bring an umbrella."

Weng Tingjun got up and took out an umbrella from the shoe cabinet and threw it at her angrily, "Are you really an 86-year-old woman?" ”

"Sir, do you need me to take out my ID card to certify my birthday?"

"Quan Baolan, are you really a paper tiger?" Weng Tingjun roared angrily.

"Sir, you've misinterpreted me."

Quan Baolan suddenly discovers that Weng Tingjun is actually a cute brother who is three years younger than her, even though he is a president.

"Tomorrow you'll triple the amount of your exercises."

"Sir, that's not appropriate, is it?"

found that Weng Tingjun's face was gloomy, and Quan Baolan fled.

"Come back."

Quan Baolan couldn't help but be handsome, "Sir, am I going or staying?" ”

"Tomorrow night at 18 o'clock, you wait for me at the place where we last met, I'm going to your dormitory-"

"Isn't Mr. afraid of being recognized by Eun Jing and Ji Yeon?"

Weng Tingjun swallowed his saliva, he was really faint in the daily abandoned factory, and was knocked out by Han Eunjing and Park Ji-yeon.

"I'm afraid of her? Am I afraid of them? Ouch, why do I think it's so funny. ”

"Speaking of which, does Ji-yeon know my identity at the moment?"

"She doesn't know, if she doesn't mind, I can tell Sù Ji-yeon all at night."

Weng Tingjun sneered, spread his feet and came to Quan Baolan, and easily pressed her head with his big hand, turning the face of this elementary school student in front of him.

"Quan Baolan, have you eaten the bear's heart leopard gall?"

Quan Baolan looked at Weng Tingjun's fierce and vicious appearance, and blinked, "Sir, what is a bear's heart and leopard gall?" Is it a dish? Is it expensive? What to eat, I like it the most. ”

Weng Tingjun took a deep breath, his face returned to normal, he once again raised Quanbaolan's warm chin, held her willow waist with his left hand, and his eyes were burning, "Don't leave at night." ”

"Sir, this is not appropriate—" Quan Baolan shook her head in refusal.

Weng Tingjun lost.

Really lost.

Quan Baolan left, she knew that Weng Tingjun had no ill will towards them, but Weng Tingjun was a president after all. Excessively challenging Weng Tingjun's bottom line is counterproductive.

It was enough to know that, but she always had some apprehension in her heart.

Li Juli only knew one of them, and she didn't know all of Weng Tingjun's abacus.

"Let's hope nothing happens."

Ju Li will not be so lightly defeated, once they anger Weng Tingjun, where should they go?

"Ha, what am I thinking, who is Curie?"

……

As soon as Quan Baolan left, Weng Tingjun smiled instead, this kind of dialogue is like the daily activities of an older sister and younger brother, and he does not reject this kind of exchange.

It's just that everyone is an adult, and it is a little inappropriate to repeatedly involve this topic.

To be honest, a Sika Ongting is very burdened, and once he pulls the crown into this whirlpool, he really has no possibility of revenge.

2017 is not the peak of the crown year and still created a net profit of 8E yuan, so what if it is the peak of the crown?

Weng Tingjun looked forward to it again.

The phone rang, interrupting Weng Tingjun's train of thought.

"Ji-yeon?"

"Brother, I'm sorry, I've just finished practicing." Park Ji-yeon's tone was a little tired, "I originally wanted to go to see my sister-in-law, but today is a heavy task." ”

She didn't want to be a drag oil bottle next to her sisters, so she couldn't be lazy, so she refused Weng Tingjun's invitation.

"It's okay." Weng Tingjun smiled gently, "Usually practice is practice, and you must know the combination of work and rest." ”

Weng Tingjun has always had an immature idea, idols can only eat youth, they are currently not small, if they want to continue to be active in the entertainment industry in the future, they need to develop in many aspects. Park Ji-yeon is not bad, but she can focus on training, not to mention that she is his sister.

"I will!" Park Ji-yeon smiled, lay on the bed and rolled down, resting her stinky feet on Park Hyo-min's water snake waist.

Park Hyo-min glared at her angrily, this little girl, is it #spring?

"Anyway, did my brother go back? Now that it's raining so hard, my brother must be wet, right? Your left hand is not well yet, but don't get inflamed. ”

"I'm back! Don't worry about me, hurry up and go to sleep. ”

"Well, it's just a little regrettable that I didn't see my sister-in-law."

"Okay, I won't hide it from you, her name is Zheng Xiuyan." Weng Tingjun didn't know this girl's careful thoughts.

"Zheng Xiuyan? Well? Why is it so familiar? Sister-in-law Xiuyan, sister-in-law Xiuyan, my god - brother, it can't be Sister Sika of Girls' Generation, right? Park Ji-yeon rolled off the bed and exclaimed as she covered her mouth.

"yes!"

"It's completely big-" Park Ji-yeon covered her mobile phone and glanced at Park Hyo-min shyly, "Sister, you go to sleep first, I'll go out and make a call." ”

"Get out of here, it's an eyesore."

……

"Brother, you're not kidding, are you? Is it Sister Sika? ”

"Yes! Keep it a secret, though. ”

Park Ji-yeon was gloomy, "Even if I want to say it, someone has to interview me." ”

Weng Tingjun wanted to blurt out that there would be many interviews with you in the future, but the words came to his lips and swallowed hard.

"Ms. Park Ji-yeon, what is your biggest dream of joining the entertainment industry?"

"I want to be like Jeon Do-yeon's predecessors, the pride of everyone in Korea!"

"Mr. Weng Tingjun, what is your biggest dream?"

Weng Tingjun was silent for a while, and then smiled softly: "My biggest dream is to have a home, a home that is both warm and comfortable. ”

A home without any danger, a home with beautiful women and families.

"I promise, brother! I'm your sister, and always will be. ”

"But I'm not so two!"

"You're only two, you're two, I don't want you anymore."

“……”