Whether a person has changed or not is usually studied over time, but there is a kind of change that occurs in the person at a glance.

Spallation.

Yes......

It's a metamorphosis.

Looking at the four of them in front of them, who were reborn and relieved of their burdens, the anger in Weng Tingjun's heart for a long time gradually disappeared without a trace.

Oh, yes......

It's time to wrap it up.

Forget about the past! Forget about the overwhelming experiences of the past.

From today onwards - no, from now on, they are Tiara, Tiara is them.

Lee Ju-ri, Jeon Bao-lan, Park So-yeon, Han Eun-jeong, Park Hyo-min, Park Ji-yeon.

Weng Ting didn't disturb them who were crying with joy, and once again walked from the front of the stage to the backstage, and no one could bully them in the future!

"It's not a bad feeling, always living for hatred, always living for others, and everyone will live for themselves in the future."

Weng Tingjun cleared his throat, remembering that he had been hysterically supporting Queen\-s just now, touched his nose, and smiled bitterly in his heart, until now...... He really realized why so many people went down this path one after another without regrets.

The language is too pale and unconvincing, Weng Tingjun wants to say that if you really don't believe it, you can really go to Tiara's concert to feel the charm of the crown, feel the domineering of NO.9, and feel the hysteria of Queen-s and the old driver.

After resting for a while and waiting for a while, Weng Tingjun was ready to drive to find a place where no one knew him and get drunk. Let's be honest...... To this day, he really fell in love with this girl group, and fell in love with this girl group that came out of the mud but was not stained, and was clear and rippling but not demonic. There's so much to learn from them.

I don't know since when, Tiara laughed, he laughed too. Tiara cried, and he was uncomfortable too.

Someone bullied Tiara, he would lose his mind, whether it was in his past life or in this life, he had never lost his mind so much.

And in either way, Tiara has helped him grow a lot.

Thank you, Tiara, thank you, guys.

"If you continue to be sad, isn't it a bit hypocritical?"

Stepping on the brakes, gearing, and letting go of the handbrake, just as he wanted to step on the accelerator, the mobile phone that Weng Tingjun put in his pocket rang unexpectedly.

Caller ID - Kim Young-min.

"President Weng Me"

It was difficult for Kim Young-min's tone to remain calm, the pressure from Weng Ting-jun, the pressure from the big boss behind S*M, and the pressure from other companies. Kim Young-min has been lying in the hospital for a while, and he is very busy. This time there was a war with TA Entertainment and Weng Tingjun, and other companies couldn't hold back, and it was only now that Kim Young-min realized that S*M was no longer the dominant one.

Maybe it's from July '12. Is S*M already losing?

Weng Tingjun laughed, since the hatred has been put down, he will no longer target Kim Yingmin, of course, the issue of Jin Yingmin's attitude is another matter.

"You don't have to curse me to death in your heart, and at the same time think of me as a snake."

"How is that possible?"

"So you, Kim Young-min, are used to it...... Someone who gets beaten up and says thank you and welcomes you next time? Weng Tingjun smiled mockingly, "Okay, without further ado, we can't talk about old relationships." ”

"Can you spare S*M?"

After saying this, Kim Young-min collapsed on the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling in despair.

When did S*M need to beg for forgiveness so quietly?

"If you hadn't let it go, you wouldn't have called me so openly now."

To be honest, in that situation at the time, even Tiara couldn't shake the status of Girls' Generation, which can be seen from the company and the president's management alone, but S*M still chose to be so flamboyant, so this qiē was their own responsibility.

Pressing the phone, Weng Tingjun threw away the phone, humming a little song all the way to a bar that didn't know what the grade was.

Letting the little brother go to park, Weng Tingjun walked into the hall where the lights were red and the demons were dancing, ordered two glasses of flaming red lips, and enjoyed the madness and temptation of midnight alone.

"First drink, toast yourself—"

"Second glass, toast Tiara—"

Weng Tingjun drank every word in his heart.

"The third glass of wine, I salute you."

A sudden voice suddenly disturbed Weng Tingjun's unwavering heart, causing ripples in circles.

Park Hyo-min smiled, raised the wine glass and lightly opened her lips, the scarlet liquid flowed into her heart along her seductive red lips, and her internal organs boiled in her heart like a sound of boiling water, and layers of blush spread along her pretty face.

The blurry light flickered, Weng Tingjun's vision was in a trance, looking at Park Hyomin's beautiful face, looking at Park Hyomin's exaggerated figure that could not be perfectly proportioned, he muttered to himself: "My alcohol consumption has become so bad, only two glasses of flaming red lips consciousness began to blur, hehe-"

must be drunk, otherwise how could Park Hyo-min, who is still in MBC, appear in front of his eyes? Isn't she supposed to be on stage?

"Brother-in-law, is this a dream?"

Park Hyo-min stretched out his hand to cover Weng Tingjun's handsome face, and the heat coming from his face made Weng Tingjun's heart perk, and he subconsciously pressed her softness, and the softness and temperature from his hand were indeed not a dream.

"It's not a dream."

"Certainly not a dream."

Park Hyo-min changed into a very cool set of clothes, white short sleeves with a hollow pattern, jeans that couldn't be shorter, and oversized sunglasses on his face, even if the lights in the bar were dim, Weng Tingjun could clearly see the temptation of Park Hyo-min's stunner, and many men's eyes and eyes were irrepressibly placed on her after she came in.

It's a stunner!

"Why don't you celebrate with them?"

"They don't know what they're thinking, I saw you sneak away, I changed my clothes and came out."

"Oh, congratulations, SOLO singer Park Hyo-min."

Park Hyo-min's pretty face turned red again all of a sudden, "Thank you, actor Weng Ting-kyun." ”

Actor?

Weng Tingjun had a strange smile on his face, "Aren't you afraid of Anti tracking?" ”

"I'm afraid. But there's no fear of you, and as much as they hate it -- sometimes it's a prophecy. ”

Weng Tingjun heard it in a fog and didn't understand what Park Hyo-min's subtext was.

"Forget it, drink."

"Yes, drink."

The persistence has been not useless, and finally the clouds are open and the moon is bright, not only that, Park Hyo-min is also SOLO, she is really happy now - a qiē unhappy and a qiē boredom will disappear with this glass of wine swallowed in the mouth! Looking at Weng Tingjun's increasingly clear handsome face, Park Hyo-min smiled secretly.

Of course you don't understand what I'm saying.

They say, I'm a fox #jing

They weren't wrong, I was indeed a vixen.

(To be continued.) )