The weather in Seoul seems to have warmed up a lot because of the heat of the Golden Record. However, from this year, the award ceremony of the Golden Disc will be held in Malaysia.

Including the sissy Wu Wenxuan, plus Weng Tingjun himself and three makeup artists, Tiara and his party of eleven people came to Incheon Airport. Sitting in the car, Weng Tingjun felt regretful and regretful.

The meal the day before yesterday, I didn't watch it as a movie or go to the bar, and after eating, Lee Ju-ri openly took Park Ji-yeon to the SPA, he brazenly followed, and then quickly retreated under the murderous gaze of a group of aunts.

What hatred and what grudge?

Li Juli wants to do this to him?

It's too much, there is a rich woman who has a dead husband who wants to make a price for him.

"How much do you give?"

"50W won at a time-"

Mr. Ong gave her 500,000 won and took her to the hospital.

Why?

was beaten by Weng Tingjun. looks like Li Guozhu and wants to wrap her? If it's Li Juli to pack. Raise him, he is willing to stick it upside down!

"Mr. Weng, why do I think you are so familiar?"

The longer they get along, the deeper the suspicion in Wu Wenxuan's heart, who is this buddy? How is it so familiar? Did you owe him money and didn't pay it back?

"A lot of people ask me that, a lot of celebrities look like me, Lee Min Ho, Kim so Hyun, Jang Dong Jian, what-" Weng Tingjun smiled, remembering the first time he met Wu Wenxuan, he let this sissy naked. Ben on the streets of Tokyo. He felt very guilty in his heart, although Wu Wenxuan, this kid, was not indecisive at all, as Tiara's agent, he suffered a lot of difficulties and cold eyes during the period of Tiara's snow hiding, but he was still optimistic.

If this thing can put away the orchid finger when he speaks, Weng Tingjun is still happy to be friends with him.

……

……

As soon as they got out of the car, the reporters who were surrounding the airport gate seemed to have agreed with each other, carrying long guns and short cannons to bomb Tiara indiscriminately.

"Hello, I'm Cho Kwon-min, a reporter from Busan Daily, is it true that the original author of "Ode to Loveliness" will sue you in New York?"

"Hello, some netizens photographed Liu Huaying selling YIN at a clear price in an African bar. Are you still in touch? ”

"Hello, how do you feel as the most anti-Korean star?"

"Hello, may I ask if the story of Paradise Entertainment is on the verge of bankruptcy?"

……

"Hello. Is your mom dead? ”

Weng Tingjun couldn't help it, even though he knew that it was his own operation, but after facing the slander and slander of these people, he was furious, walked around Tiara's side, walked to the Busan Ilbo reporter who scolded him the most, patted him on the shoulder, and said.

He is not a successful businessman. But a man who has kindness and revenge.

"What do you mean?" Zhao Quanmin was stunned, after so many years in the journalist industry, he had never seen such a stunned youth.

"It's not interesting, if you have time, go back and see if your mother is dead, I'm curious how you open and close your mouth and take a mourning tone?"

"You-"

"Who the are you?"

Weng Tingjun took out his passport book from his pocket and flashed it in front of reporters, "As a U.S. citizen, I'm curious about who you're interviewing with?" ”

"Are you amazing Americans? Neurotic, fuck off. Otherwise I'm going to call the police. ”

"What is your South Korean police number?" Weng Tingjun doubted, is this Korean? Why don't you kneel and lick when you see American dads?

“112。”

"Oh-" Weng Tingjun turned around and left, why did he leave? Because Tiara has already walked into the boarding gate.

“――”

“――”

……

"Your mom is dead."

"Why do you open and close your mouth in a mournful tone-"

"How can you curse like that?" Park Hyo-min laughed, she felt so relieved.

"That's what these unconscionable reporters should have scolded them for. The scolding is good, the scolding is wonderful, and the scolding is croaking, Weng OPPA, I'll give you a thumbs up. ”

"Thumbs up?"

"A must." Park Hyo-min nodded heavily, and the eyes of this royal relative were also much closer.

"I thought that you, the big sister of the underworld, would jump up and kick them." Weng Tingjun is also in a good mood, why is he scolding so much? Because in his previous life, he was scolded like this by a fan as a paparazzi, he was scolded speechless, and after calling the police, he apologized and patted his ass and left. He was depressed for three days and three nights.

"Big sister of the underworld?" Park Hyo-min was stunned, "You also believe it?" If I am really the eldest sister of the underworld, and I am still messing around in the entertainment industry, others will scold me for hacking him to death. Why are you so aggrieved? ”

"Yes." Weng Tingjun also has a good impression of this cool woman. This little waist, this little leg, no one.

Feeling a murderous gaze behind him, Weng Tingjun's eyes hurriedly withdrew from Park Hyo-min's lap.

Don't look at indecent acts.

Don't look at indecent acts.

Don't look at the indecency, say the important thing three times.

Sitting on the plane to Malaysia, Weng Tingjun saw many acquaintances.

It seems to have been deliberately arranged by God. This time, Tiara went to Malaysia two days early, and it turned out to be the same flight as Girls' Generation.

As Tiara's agent, Weng Tingjun sat in the first class with them, but it was unfortunate that the position on his left was his girlfriend Sika, and even more coincidentally, the position in front of him was also Li Juli.

Sika didn't give him a good look when he saw him, but his eyes fell on the bastard from time to time.

"You—Yuri." Weng Tingjun took the initiative to greet Kwon Yoo-ri, who was sitting with Sika.

"Hello, PD Weng." Kwon Yoo-ri smiled and responded politely.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you, and you're so much prettier, can you take a picture? Brother Kwang-so must be very happy. ”

"Yes!" Kwon Yoo-ri blinked.

Weng Tingjun took out his mobile phone and turned on the camera function when he aimed at Kwon Yoo-li. Sika couldn't stand it anymore, so she got up and pressed the button to call the flight attendant.

The stewardess soon appeared, looked at Sika amiably and smiled, "Ma'am, how can I help you?" ”

Kwon Yoo-ri was curious.

Weng Tingjun suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"This gentleman's phone hasn't been turned off—" Sika pointed at Weng Tingjun expressionlessly, and said softly.

Kwon Yoo-ri opened her mouth wide in surprise, huh-the painting style is wrong, isn't this Sika's boyfriend? What's going on? Why is Sika so murderous? Besides, the agent next to me is also playing with his mobile phone-this, this, "I'll go to the bathroom-"

This time, the people in the first class looked at Weng Tingjun in unison.

Weng Tingjun was beaten hard in the chest with a hammer, this loser. A few days ago, more than 10 million RMB was missing from his account, and needless to say, Sika must have been defeated.

Weng Tingjun hurts, it hurts.

"Sir, could you please turn off your phone?"

"Okay." Weng Tingjun gritted his teeth and said, and then after the stewardess left, he sat in Kwon Yoo-li's position in a grand manner.

"I'm sorry, sir, there's someone here."

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