The night is a melancholy music that crosses the strings of a hesitant heart, and when the stars gaze at each other, no one knows what will happen next.

Above. Four Seasons Hotel by the Sea.

All sapphire blue room.

Ordered some side dishes from the hall, opened two bottles of red wine, and six women sat around, laughing and playing.

The smile on Li Juli's face instantly converged, and she said softly: "After these three concerts, do you think we can still squeeze into the ranks of the first-line girl group?" ”

Is it still possible?

This is one of the three concerts, where two-thirds of the fans in the audience are the same faces who attended the three concerts.

Second, the results of "Little Apple" did not meet expectations, saying that Haidian Silver Gun Xiaobawang came out to steal the picture, but in the end, what is the relationship between the two? One sings, the other is rich second-generation, does this hinder the performance of the song? It doesn't get in the way.

Third, these three tours are in the middle. The response in the country is mediocre, let alone in South Korea, the section that can be on for a day seems extremely luxurious, and even the number of paid registered fans has decreased by hundreds.

"Assuming that "Little Apple" has the results of "Ode to Love", or it is too much, do you think the situation in South Korea can be improved?"

Middle. Even if the national market is opened and they succeed, to be honest, Koreans may not buy it, unless they go to the Grammy Hall to gild, but this ...... What Park Jae-sang's predecessors couldn't do, can we?

"Can't you? Yes, you can't. Li Juli continued: "I, Baolan, and Suyan are old, and the current stage is almost all the world of the post-90s, and soon the post-00s will start to emerge again, frankly speaking, we don't see any hope, so even so, do you have to persevere?" I mean the shares of Paradise Entertainment have now been acquired by ourselves, and we have a destiny that we can decide......"

"Disband, or persist?"

Silent.

In addition to silence, they are silent.

In the face of such a situation, it is difficult for them not to remain silent.

Is it to dissolve or to insist?

"Why do you want to disband?" Park Ji-yeon yelled, "I don't want to disband." ”

"I'm going to be with you, I'm going to be with the fans. I don't want fairness, I don't want grades, I don't want sections, I just want everyone to be together! ”

“。 I just want everyone to be together. I can sing and dance, I don't need fame, I don't need grades!! ”

"Sapphire you."

"Not disbanded."

"So-yeon, what about you?"

"Not disbanded."

"What about you?"

"Don't disband."

Li Juli suddenly smiled, "What Zhiyan said, why do you want to disband." ”

"We don't want grades. We don't want blocks, we just want everyone to be together. ”

Park Hyo-min sighed faintly: "But. But can it really not rise again? ”

It's enough for everyone to be together, which Park Hyo-min does not deny. The power of unity can take the words of those people as the wind in their ears, and it can turn a deaf ear to those who show their teeth and claws, but ...... Park Hyo-min is unwilling, really unwilling.

"Maybe, but our focus shouldn't be on whether we can make a comeback, it will be very tiring, your feet are deformed, and Enjing can't be closed anymore. Baolan and I are old, So-yeon has too many grievances in her heart, Ji-yeon pretends to be strong, let's not make ourselves unrecognizable. ”

Quan Baolan nodded heavily and took the lead in reaching out his hand, "We don't fight, we don't want to, now...... Sing quietly and dance happily now. ”

"Well, no argument. I don't want to. ”

"Sing quietly and dance happily."

Li Juli put her hand on the back of Jeonbaolan's hand, and Park Ji-yeon, Park So-yeon, Han Eun-jeong, Park Hyo-min, and the six hands were put together without any gaps, and they were so strong that they were airtight.

……

……

Weng Tingjun leaned against the door of their room. Slipping and falling to the ground.

"Don't really want to? Really indisputable? ”

"You can't think about it, you can't fight it."

Weng Tingjun closed his eyes in pain, Li Juli was right, not only them, but also him, there was no hope at all.

It was a war without victory. In this war, there will be people who will be injured, there will be people who will shed tears, there will be people who fall and get up again, but no one will ever think of giving up.

"Am I really not going to be able to lead Tiara to the top again?"

Although he doesn't want to admit it, Weng Tingjun has to face reality.

"Then let me let Weng's enterprise escort you."

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Ten days later, the wounds on Weng Tingjun's body had stuttered, and his body recovered quickly under the premise of a bulging pocket.

The highest floor of the Four Seasons Hotel has been fully occupied by Weng Tingjun, don't ask what there is, rich and capricious, but today ushered in a very familiar guest.

Zheng Xiujing.

After filming the Happy Camp, they are about to attend an award ceremony in Shanghai #Hai, Sika has an explanation, to take good care of this little sister-in-law, Weng Tingjun will naturally not refuse, not to mention that there is a script for "The Inheritors" to negotiate.

With the backing of Weng's enterprise, it is no longer difficult to shoot all kinds of sports cars and villas, and Tiara is over. After the national tour, "The Inheritors" can be put on the agenda.

"OPPA......" Zheng Xiujing smiled a little reservedly.

"Huh......" Weng Tingjun frowned, didn't this girl call him a brother-in-law? Why did you suddenly change your tune now?

Weng Tingjun was a little in a trance, shook his head and smiled, Zhiyan has grown up, how can Xiujing still be a child? This little girl who only loves to bully and rob money after her sister's ass is indeed slim.

"Your sister, have you been in touch lately?"

"No, I'm busy, how can I have time to contact her."

Weng Tingjun couldn't help laughing, it seems that the long-oppressed master is about to revolt now.

"Okay, if you need to contact Luo Yuhao in Shang#Hai these days, he will arrange it for you."

Zheng Xiujing nodded generously, and after greeting Weng Tingjun, she returned to her room.

Looking at Zheng Xiujing's back, Weng Tingjun couldn't help but have an idea in his mind, JK sisters for a lifetime. Belch!

"Dad Zheng was the first to kill me, let alone Sika."

"Speaking of Sika, I miss her, it seems that I have to book a plane ticket to the United States early, and take the scene by the way."

Taking out his mobile phone, Weng Tingjun dialed Sika's number, what are they busy with in the United States?

"What are you doing, do you know what time it is?"

Sika's lazy voice revealed a sense of shame that disturbed people's dreams, and it reached Weng Tingjun's ears from across the ocean.

"Yes."

"I know you're still calling me, Weng Tingjun, me! Want! Kill! Finish! You! ”

"What kind of system does a girl's family fight and kill every day, so that you can't pick bones with a kitchen knife, and you still think about killing...... I miss you. ”

This cupid's long arrow coated with honey is from it. The country flew to the Atlantic Ocean and ran through the atrium of Sika's heart.

(To be continued.) )