Wait a minute!

There is something strange about this matter, it stands to reason that everyone in Tiara has a key to the dormitory, and not only that, there is also a spare key under the mat at the door, which is something that everyone in Tiara knows, so the problem comes.

Who knocked on the door?

Not long after they separated, no one said to go back to the dormitory, knowing that there might be no one in the dormitory, so who was knocking on the door? So-yeon wants to film, Eun-jeong and Hyo-min go to celebrate with Apink, Ju-ri goes to arrange Apink's next song, Park Ji-yeon "quits" at home, Baolan is next to him, who is knocking on the door?!

In fact, if Li Yuanchao does not report the situation outside, there are only two possibilities.

First: the person is an acquaintance.

Second: Li Yuanchao was killed!

Now Weng Tingjun feels that the latter is more likely!

Weng Tingjun's heart was full of vigilance, and the hairs on his body stood up.

"Hurry up and hide, if they find out, I'll ......"

Quan Baolan was anxious, although everyone didn't say it explicitly on the surface, but they knew that everyone was a little resistant to Weng Tingjun and even a little alienated from him, if they knew that she and Weng Tingjun were secretly connected, what should they think of her?

Weng Tingjun smiled bitterly, it seems that they really ignore themselves in a unified voice.

"Isn't there a spare key under the mat?" Even Weng Tingjun knows something, it is impossible for Quan Baolan not to know.

Quan Baolan was startled and said dumbfounded: "You mean ......"

"Is anyone home?"

The man outside the door seemed impatient and shouted.

Hearing this voice, Quan Baolan rolled her eyes, and then her heart tightened, what happened to Weng Tingjun recently, why are your nerves so tense? Now that everyone is hostile to him again, he must be very uncomfortable, right?

"I'll go to your room first, don't say I'm here."

Weng Tingjun felt relieved, and pushed his wheelchair to Quan Baolan and Li Juli's room, to be honest, it was the first time he came here since Tiara's dormitory moved to Cheongdam-dong, let alone enter the boudoir of Juli and Baolan.

But now...... Weng Tingjun was not in the mood to take a peek, he felt very uncomfortable.

Sika's mournful singing.

Curie's cruel indifference.

So-yeon's estranged indifference.

Hyo-min wants to speak and stops being alienated.

If it weren't for Baolan and Chu Long, Weng Tingjun would really collapse.

He even wondered if he was really wrong. Isn't it time to turn back?

No.

……

……

"Eunjing, I'm sorry. I was going to the toilet just now......" Quan Baolan had a ghost in his heart and explained in a panic.

Even forgetting that Han Eunjing, who had a spare key at her feet, would find the abnormality of Quan Baolan, she lowered her head and bit her lip, "Ernie, I went to find Ji-yeon just now." ”

"Huh? Didn't you go to accompany Chu Long and them? "Quan Baolan felt that his question was a little redundant," what did Uncle say? How is Ji-yeon? ”

"Uncle didn't say anything, he was lukewarm to me." Thinking of Father Park's indifferent expression just now, Han Eunjing suddenly stopped in his heart, "Zhiyan...... It's not good, she has a bad fever, but she's still smiling, and I know she's bitter. It's all my fault, if it weren't for my insistence on bringing Brother Xuan back, Zhiyan wouldn't have been ......"

Quan Baolan stopped Han Enjing, who was depressed, "How can I blame you for this?" Don't blame you, you ......"

Good words and persuasion, Han Enjing did not get better, but her mood was lower, and Quan Baolan subconsciously glanced at her bedroom.

"Eun Jing...... Two days later, Tiara will hold a SHOWCASE at a water park near Seoul. ”

Han Eunjing's eyes are moist, Ji-yeon is gone, is Tiara still Tiara?

"Is there a way for the court to get Ji-yeon to come and participate? Even Uncle Park will loosen his mouth ......"

"Really?" Han Enjing's eyes lit up, grabbed Quan Baolan's arm, and her tone suddenly increased.

Quan Baolan frowned in pain, bared his teeth and grinned, "Really." ”

"Good! I knew that the president could do anything. ”

Han Enjing's heart is itching, and he can't wait to hold a showcase now.

If Uncle Park sees how much Ji-yeon loves this stage, if Uncle Park sees that the world is not only black but also a large lemon color, if Uncle Park hears their hearts in addition to those unbearable insults, what if......

Han Eunjing believes that Uncle Park will definitely support Ji-yeon, just like his mother never gave up on herself although she chattered.

Life is not only about what is in front of you, but also about poetry and distant fields. Protect us, and you can do it this way!

Quan Baolan took a deep look at Enjing, and she clearly found that once Weng Tingjun was mentioned, Han Enjing's mood suddenly improved, her eyes became brighter, and her voice became more transparent.

This does not bode well! This is like the self who was trapped in it before!

But what qualifications do you have to say grace?

Now the whole Tiara except Ji-yeon and Eun-jung...... No, it's probably only a matter of time before the whole army is wiped out.

Quan Baolan pursed her lips, her eyes were misty, her moist eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and she felt a little more relieved.

At least...... We're still in this together.

……

Pink bed curtains, pink wardrobes, pink SLRs, pink Li Juli.

Pink represents romance, it should be a girl's fantasy of love, right? In fact, this pink is a kind of suggestive process, hinting at the romance in the heart, and pink is also the color of angels.

Weng Tingjun stretched out his hand and touched everything Li Juli had used, she should be full of infinite expectations for love, right? And all he gave her was the endless black, the pink in her heart, which was mercilessly covered by his black, and she, an angel, was also pulled to hell by him, a demon.

"Then let's dance in hell!"

Weng Tingjun grabbed Li Juli's bed curtain hard, he said that he would not give up on them, never!

"Don't you dangle in front of me in your pink bikini?"

Park Chulong glanced at Zheng Eundi, who was jumping up and down, no matter how she danced and how she added fabric, she couldn't hide the fact that she was a flat tablet!

Zheng Endi was hurt, but she wasn't discouraged, didn't she take the route of her figure? She's just as distracted as Sicaoni!

"Tell me about it...... What's going on? There was a story about wine just now, don't be sloppy with me. ”

Why did Sicaoni sing the song Hanashino? Why is it so emotional? Why are everyone's expressions a little dull? It's not like I haven't gotten together before, why is this time so depressing?!

Is it obvious that the difference is good? Zheng Endi saw it.

"Want to know?" Park Chulong suddenly smiled.

Zheng Endi nodded vigorously, she was very eager to know that no one could stop the fire of gossip burning in her heart.

"You go and book a box now, and then call OPPA, you obediently lie on the bed and wait for her honestly, and you will know what happens to us in the future, you will know as soon as possible! Oh yes...... He now uses a tablet very well. ”

Zheng Endi screamed miserably, "Pu Chulong, I'll fight with you." ”

Pu Chulong closed his eyes, out of sight is pure, if he doesn't change this point, he will definitely offend people in the future. The entertainment industry is not that simple! You can tell from the music center a few hours ago...... But if you wear a mask every day, is Apink still Apink?

There aren't so many stories in this world, but there are plenty of wines.

"Yo! Why do you want to fight with Chu Long? ”

Park Hyo-min didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement, and blinked at Jung Eun-di and Park Chu-long.

Don't say it, it's good to be young...... Chu Long and Endi are in good shape. No wonder Weng Tingjun stares at that guy with big eyes, even if she is a woman, she can't help but look at it a few more times!

Park Hyo-min glanced at Jung Eun-di and Park Chu-ryong a few more times, but Jung Eun-di and Park Chu-long looked at Park Hyo-min without blinking.

A cool bikini, no—it's not a bikini anymore, it's almost like not wearing it! exposed the round and greasy pearl shoulders, and set off her hanger figure exquisitely bumpy; The white swimsuit on his body that seems to be blown off by a gust of wind, and the huge and turbulent silhouette looms; Two slender and white lotus-like arms are exposed, which naturally hang down on a small waist as thin as a water snake; The unwieldy waist was tied with an exaggerated black snakeskin belt, which was studded with silver sequins; The most amazing thing is that her two white reflective and beautiful long legs are dazzlingly beautiful, and because she is wearing a pair of swimming trunks, the whole thing is exposed, which makes people thirsty at the sight; On the soles of his feet, he wore a pair of glass sandals with transparent colored silk laces, with round ankles and beautiful lines, and ten toes were painted with red red and bright nail polish.

Look at this white figure, bright scales!

Zheng Endi and Park Chulong looked at each other, and a trace of envy and shyness flashed in their eyes.

Hyomin Oni is such a snake spirit! A snake spirit full of temptation, more like a stunner!

Nicebody's Hyomin Oni is sexy enough, and this time the pool party ......

Zheng Eundi looked at Park Hyo-min, and then at the tablet in his own Park Chu-long's eyes, and his face turned red.

Park Chulong was also a little embarrassed, but after all, it was their elders and seniors, and there were no outsiders in the pool, so she sat down for a long time, stretched out two long white legs overlapped together, and the green tendons on her face were faintly visible, she took a glass of juice, looked at the two people who were still in a daze, and sneered: "I'm not Lesbian." ”

Zheng Endi hesitated, "Ernie, you are so sexy. ”

Park Chulong nodded.

"When you grow up, you'll be sexier than me."

Park Hyo-min looked at his deformed ankle and sighed, suddenly remembering a poem in his heart.

The last wisp of feathers

After experiencing that bursting with vitality

Hide in the twilight of spring

Under the wings of the days

A serenade of a peaceful and ethereal

and perched in the wind

Gently lick the sails that sail the sea of seasons

Who is it

After reaping the harvest of love

fell out of favor again under the roof of love and turned his back on hope

Once romantic passion

Quietly clear a tear****

Cruising in the spring

The space of the clouds and the clouds

See the light that is dying

In the grinding of the clouds

bath

Sea and sky

The blazing heat that harnesses the beautiful feathers

It is impossible to overcome the endless journey of the smoke lock

And with a wordless promise

Hold up the prayer flags of devotion

Far away

Who is it

Hunt for spring feathers

But I can't find the sky to soar

Feathers on the branches of affection

……

……

(To be continued.) )