The last sentence of this song "Girl with Wings" should have been because you were there.

But in their eyes, this song is no longer a simple love song but more like a sincere word, thank you for attending our concert, thank you for the emotion and lemon color of the ocean in our darkest time.

Thank you, thank you so much for every moment of your presence.

No matter how beautiful the flower is, there will be a day when it withers, and no matter how beautiful the dream is, there will be a moment when you wake up. Life, stop and go, have encountered many beautiful scenery, fortunately we are not passers-by, you are also wide to us.

"Goodbye."

See you soon.

The seven women stayed on stage for a while and then left, while the fans didn't move, tears streaming down their faces, not minding their already numb arms, waving their cheering lamps again and again.

In their lives, there is a group of girls with wings, who live in the softest place in their hearts and never leave.

Wu Wenxuan filmed this scene, today he was very gentlemanly, he didn't cry, pinched the orchid finger and smiled at the children who couldn't cry anymore: "I suddenly want to open the computer and log in to your Anti website, and then use this video to slap them in the face." ”

"The consequence of this is that although you are very relieved, the glass of your house will definitely be smashed by Anti tomorrow."

"President." Wu Wenxuan threw a wink at Luo Yuhao.

The corners of Luo Yuhao's mouth twitched, and he directly ignored this sissy, he came to arrange their next activities according to Weng Tingjun's instructions, "There will be a fan meeting later, and then the plane at night, I will return to China today." ”

"So fast?" Park Ji-yeon was in a hurry, and she forgot to use honorifics.

Quan Baolan glared at her recklessly, "Got it, president." ”

Luo Yuhao retreated, he knew that Park Ji-yeon had a grudge against him, but the real black cauldron should be carried by the eldest brother...... Luo Yuhao wanted to cry without tears.

However, if the king is defeated and Kim Kwangsu does not step down, they will never have a chance to turn over.

The power of hatred is better than falling and being bruised and never recovering, right?

……

Instead of leaving the trade center, Mr. Weng sat in the corridor outside the venue, smoking cigarette after cigarette.

The concert was over, and the beautiful lyrics of the song The Girl with Wings lingered in his ears, over and over again.

It's only been two months since I let them learn Chinese, right? Although Park So-yeon bites the word...... But to be able to sing this complete song in such a rushed time.

It must have taken a lot of effort, right?

Weng Tingjun couldn't help but think of the scene when he treated Park So-yeon harshly in Busan.

"Hey......"

Weng Tingjun sighed.

"Ah......h

Weng Tingjun, who was still drowning, suddenly felt a chill in his back, he jumped up with a scream, and turned around with a pale face.

“**…… You, it's you. ”

Park Ji-yeon held a popsicle in her hand and looked at Weng Tingjun with some embarrassment, "Brother, are you angry?" ”

You hold a popsicle and put it on your own back, that sour feeling, you try.

Weng Tingjun stiffened his face, looked up at Park Ji-yeon, whose eyes were red, his heart softened, and his eyes looked at her gently, "No, how can you be angry." ”

"Brother, thank you for coming." Park Ji-yeon said very seriously. I believe this showcase will be deeply rooted in her mind for a lifetime, "However, brother, your dancing is really bad." ”

Weng Tingjun blushed, he can eat with his face, who has to rely on talent? "I usually eat with my face."

"But you're not as good-looking as me." Park Ji-yeon blinked, quite innocently.

It's another ** knife.

"Ahssi!"

Park Ji-yeon stuck out her tongue, "Brother, I'll invite you to dinner when you go back to Korea." ”

"Don't think that a meal will make me forgive you for your recklessness."

"I made it myself."

"You'd better invite me to dinner." Just kidding, you've been practicing and catching up all day long, how can you cook?

"Retractor."

"Hmm!"

"Then I'm going to a fan meeting."

"Go ahead."

"Isn't my brother going?"

"I'm a little uncomfortable." His kidnapper and president identity can only be known to Quan Baolan, and if he stays with them for a long time, he will inevitably reveal flaws, which is absolutely not good for him.

"I'll see you back home."

"Good!" Park Ji-yeon nodded, tilted her head to look at the buttons of Weng Tingjun's shirt, and reached out to touch it, and the button, which was obviously bigger than the others, fell off, "Brother, your buttons ......"

"Oh, it's fine. If you drop it, you drop it. Weng Tingjun prayed in his heart that Park Ji-yeon would leave quickly, and he would immediately clean up the remaining ice on his back.

"Zhiyan, you little fool, hurry up, there are so many handsome guys!"

Hearing the shout of the agent Wu Wenxuan, Park Ji-yeon hurriedly ran over, thinking that Weng Tingjun was still behind him, she looked back and smiled, "Remember to contact me, brother." ”

After saying goodbye to Park Ji-yeon, Weng Tingjun immediately jumped up, stretched out his hand and grabbed the east and west.

"This girl!"

It can be seen that Park Ji-yeon is unabashedly happy, but when he thinks of the naughtiness of these two girls, he is angry.

How could he do that?

I'm mad at the baby.

……

Weng Tingjun, who was about to leave the trade center, was stopped by another woman.

To be exact, it would be more appropriate to describe her as a schoolchild.

"Thank you, sir."

Quan Baolan bowed deeply, this time SC is really too important and too important for them, and this qiē, in the eyes of Quan Baolan, Weng Ting has contributed a lot.

"Why do you want to jump off the building?" Weng Tingjun teased.

Thinking of the wrong scene in Weng Tingjun's apartment, Quan Baolan blushed, "If you want, I can." ”

"I don't want to go to jail."

All Baolan was indignant.

"Go ahead, don't thank me, this time I earned more than 2 million RMB around your SC, take what you need."

All Sapphire is still smiling, sir is always like that.

"Then I won't bother you."

"Quan Baolan, although I am from Huaxia, but you are 2 years older than me after all, can you not call me sir, you can also call me Oba."

"Sir is sir!" All sapphire blue blushing heartbeat, Oba? This word can only be pronounced under the premise that girls are older than boys in South Korea, especially if girls are older than boys.

"Okay, okay, although you're paddling again today, there are a lot of people holding your support cards, go ahead."

"That doesn't bother you." Quan Baolan pursed her lips slightly.

Weng Tingjun waved his hand, Quan Baolan left, and finally no one bothered him anymore, and he returned to the hotel in a taxi with his ears quiet.

As soon as Weng Tingjun left, a woman with a mole on her nose came out of the shadows and was silent for a long time.