"I believe that ten years from now, girlhood will still be girlhood."

Weng Tingjun gently agreed, "I believe it too." ”

"But I found out you're a scourge!" Jessica pursed her lips, and the bright and moving red lips made Weng Tingjun feel the urge to rush up and take a bite.

"How am I a scourge?" Weng Tingjun stared wide-eyed.

"The first time I saw you, I bumped you." Jessica was frank, "You bumped into Sister So-yeon again a few days later, you went too far. ”

Weng Tingjun said that he was suffering, but his heart warmed a little, "Yes, yes, I am a disaster star." ”

"It's good to know, you're healed now, and now you happen to be in Busan, and when you get off work to see Sister Soyan, you must sincerely apologize."

Weng Tingjun flickered his words, he can be gentle with Jessica, but he can only be cruel to Park Suyan, no, he can only be cruel to the crown.

They don't need sympathy, they don't need to care now.

All they needed was to gather strength and deliver a fatal blow to the crowd and slap them in the face.

And now he can't do without it, there are a lot of messes in the poet's studio that he needs to solve, and the devil knows what he's being scolded for now.

The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, but Weng Ting is not afraid but helpless.

After being honest, Jessica saw that Weng Tingjun also softened a lot, and her eyes became brighter and brighter, "What about you?" Why did you come to Korea? Huaxia is a very magical place, I like Chinese culture very much, I like Chinese food very much, can you play micro #blog? Can you help me translate the fans' messages on my Weibo #blog? ”

Weng Tingjun temporarily put away the shocking thing, and a sincere smile appeared on his face, he wisely ignored the first question, and when it came to his country, he was also proud, "Of course I can play, it's completely okay, Chinese culture has a long and long history......

From Chinese food to micro #blog, from micro # blog to hairy silk. From Song's mother to her proudest sister Zheng Xiujing.

"I can say a few words in Chinese, you see. Zhengxiuyan is really ashamed? "Jessica is like a child who shows off her grades like an elder, and she is very happy.

"Yes, yes, what a shame." Weng Tingjun wants to laugh but can't laugh, Chinese culture is deep-rooted and has a long history, mentioning this, he is also very proud, Chinese is broad and profound, but it is much more difficult to learn than Korean.

However, he believes that one day Chinese will become the most important and universal language in the world.

"Okay, thank you, I'm leaving!" In the distance, Kim Taeyeon was already waving, and the whole city was also covered with red glow, and it would be a long time to talk again.

"Don't thank me, we are friends, remember me, my name is Weng Tingjun." Weng Tingjun took the initiative to reach out his hand.

Jessica did not refuse, and gently and softly held Weng Tingjun's hand, her eyes sincere.

The little hands are cold but slippery and boneless.

The big hands are also gentle and full of warmth.

"My name is 'Shame on You.'"

"Yes, Jung so-yeon."

Weng Tingjun murmured softly, shrouded in red glow, the woman's back was stretched by the setting sun, leaving a beautiful picture.

Weng Tingjun was so fascinated that he didn't even notice when Lee Kwang-so came to him.

"Look at what? Jessica is beautiful, isn't she? But yuri is more beautiful, and Tiara's Li Juli is also good, but it's a pity. ”

I don't know if the giraffe is sorry that Jessica is not Yuri who came to visit the class, or if it is a pity that Tiara is currently suffering.

Weng Tingjun smiled apologetically, "I was thinking about something just now, I'm sorry." ”

Lee Kwang-so shook his head and chuckled, "I don't know why I always feel that you are very kind and want to be close to you." Seeing Weng Tingjun's strange face, his face changed, "I didn't mean that, a man falls in love with a woman at first sight, and a man can also fall in love with a man at first sight, ah, yes, what did I say, I said that you are very eye-catching." ”

This is something that Lee Kwang-so also finds weird.

Weng Tingjun also felt very strange, and was glad that Lee Kwang-so was not a, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "I also think you have a lot of eyesight." ”

Quan Baolan said he was a good person.

Park Ji-yeon also thinks he's a good person.

Is he a good guy?

Who knows.

"At the dinner party in the evening, I will introduce a few brothers to you, and you will see you when you look up and look down." Weng Tingjun is 1.83 meters tall, and Lee Kwang-so is nearly two meters tall, hooking Weng Tingjun's shoulders and putting his back on his back, and said with his eyebrows fluttering.

"Is it convenient?"

Lee Kwang-so laughed, "What's inconvenient, we will work together in the future, we will definitely have to get in touch, sooner or later." ”

Weng Tingjun nodded, Lee Kwang-so regarded him as a friend, and he also regarded Lee Kwang-so as a friend.

"Then you clean up first, you give me the phone, and I'll contact you later."

"Okay."

After swapping numbers, Weng Tingjun began to clean up the mess, he was not an artist, they were off work, and it was when he started to work.

……

"Do you know him? I've heard that he's not a small one. "Kim Jong Kook has traveled more roads than Lee Kwang-so, and he has seen more nature," I have a good impression of that kid, but it's not easy for anyone to live, everyone has a mask, you stupid boy, don't trust others." ”

"Brother, it's okay, I dozed off on the rooftop that day, and he didn't expose me, uh----"

"Are you skipping work and dozing off? Ah, brother, I'm tired and tired, are you dozing? ”

"Hello, brother, I'm kidding."

"Go to the gym with me tomorrow."

Li Guangzhu was shocked when he saw Jin Guangzhu's biceps bulging, "Brother, I'm afraid I can't go back to Nanyangzhou tomorrow." ”

"Then I'll talk to my uncle......"

Lee Kwang-so's face drooped, he was afraid that he would be in danger, God knows how painful it was to work out with this Spartan warrior.

……

Weng Tingjun is good-looking, which is a good thing for women, but not such a beautiful thing for men.

The gun shoots the first bird.

Several female colleagues and even female seniors helped him work with this sick number and stole the limelight.

"Who is this kid?"

"Hell, those women are too vulgar, aren't they just dressed up like Lee Min Ho? After the salary is paid, I will also become Zhang Dongjian. ”

"It makes sense, you can lend me the money first, I have a good foundation, maybe I'm the next Rain."

"Hey."

Men and women are not tired of working together, and Weng Tingjun finished all the work that belongs to Sister Jinhua in three or two clicks.

The workplace is a school for exercising people's sophistication, and he gradually knows how to be sleek, so he bought a lot of drinks and treated a few beauties. Who knows if this group of women will be the next major writer and the next major PD?

Jingle bells.

Weng Tingjun apologized, "I'm sorry, I'll answer the phone." ”

"Go, brother."

Hearing Luo Yuhao's report on the other end of the phone, Weng Tingjun said three words and hung up the phone when he knew it.

The Poet's Studio is not optimistic.

Weng Tingjun had a smile on his face, "Then I'll go home first, there is something going on at home, I'll invite you to dinner another day." ”

"Let's go, let's go, tomorrow is the only holiday of the month, I also have to go shopping, Haeundae is good, we ...... in the evening"

Weng Tingjun left quietly, picked up the phone and dialed Li Guangzhu, saying that he could not participate in the evening and would invite them back another day.

Weng Tingjun followed the car of a senior who was also going back to Seoul, and sat in the back seat of the isolated, his face was gloomy and terrifying.