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Weng Tingjun overlooks the night of Shanghai from a position near the windowsill.

The brilliant neon lights highlight the glory of the Oriental Pearl, but the dazzling light on the Huangpu River has a kind of modern vicissitudes. The old Shanghainese in the alley lit the oil lamps and lit up the corridor with stars.

Look in front of you.

The long burgundy hair was slightly curled down, looking a little lethargic and rebellious. The expression on her face was as cold as frost, her slender willow eyebrows were painted with a deep purple, and under the dark shadow, the brown eyes covered by long eyelashes shimmered with light that rejected people thousands of miles away, but there was a deep sadness that was not easy to detect, and it was deeply hidden with coldness. The high and narrow bridge of the nose is delicate with indifference. Biting his lip, which was almost bloodless, his snow-like face was a little pale. A black slip skirt glittering with tiny rhinestones is worn over a small denim shawl and a pair of black sloppy high boots.

Through the brilliant lights, the pair of long legs with white and delicate green tendons faintly visible shine.

"I'm suddenly kind of liking the city."

Compared with Seoul, Shanghai has more human touches, and Jun Ji-hyun is breathtaking.

"Haha! Then find a Chinese man to marry, and you will be half a Chinese in the future, Shanghai is only the tip of the iceberg in China, and there are more splendid rivers and mountains. I've already planned it. When I reached the age of no doubt, I took them to every inch of China, but I must avoid Golden Week. "Weng Tingjun didn't mean to uncover Jun Ji-hyun's scars, if he wants to start over, the best way is to face the past and correct the past in order to look forward to the future.

Weng Tingjun's words made the sadness in Jun Ji-hyun's eyes more obvious, and then he returned to normal.

"Golden Week? Why avoid Golden Week? ”

They should be happy, right? Jun Ji-hyun thought so.

"There are many Chinese, and when it comes to Golden Week, it is not to see the beautiful scenery, but the head." Weng Tingjun had palpitations.

Jun Ji-hyun couldn't help but smile and continued to listen to Weng Ting-kyun tell more beautiful stories and interesting facts about China.

Listen, Jun Ji-hyun is a little drunk.

"I've always had a question. Why are you so nice to them? ”

If Cui Zhenhe is half as good as Weng Tingjun, she will not hide in the garden behind the community and cry secretly.

I want to have a man who can be the enemy of the whole world for me, behind me and shelter me from the wind and rain.

"Because they're good to me, too."

Weng Tingjun said very seriously. Many people only know that he sacrificed his life for Tiara, he didn't care about life and death for Tiara, and he wrote songs for Tiara to protect himself from the wind and rain. But in fact, it was more about Tiara's help to him!

Some words are hypocritical if they say too much, and it can be said that without tiara, there would be no Weng Tingjun who is suddenly enlightened today.

Jun Ji-hyun sneered.

Why is it good for them?

Because they're good to me, too?

What a simple and happy mutuality!

Jun Ji-hyun smiled, like a hundred flowers blooming, she may not be the most delicate one, but she is the most flavorful branch, just like the red wine in Weng Tingjun's hand, the scarlet liquid slowly wanders in the mouth, the aroma is overflowing, and finally the sweetness of the wine slowly melts in the mouth and heart.

"Are those six children your women?"

Is this a take-home package? How do they manage to live together peacefully? As far as she knew...... In the past few days of living in Weng Tingjun's house, Li Juli and Sika are both very strong, and the two strong people are tough, who will be soft?

Talking about his harry # in front of a beautiful woman, Rao is Weng Tingjun is thick-skinned and a little embarrassed.

How do you feel that Jun Ji-hyun is eyeing him?

Jun Ji-hyun also found that his question was somewhat ambiguous.

"What are you going to do? Will they all develop in China in the future? ”

"Why not? This is my home. "If you can, Weng Tingjun even wants to let the artists of the two companies of fnc and ta learn Chinese, and then develop in China, South Korea? But Jun Ji-hyun is Korean after all, and Weng Ting has not openly slandered South Korea, and although most Koreans are very strange, there are still some people who are very reasonable.

Like his women, like Jun Ji-hyun.

Not wanting to dwell on this topic, Weng Tingjun toasted Jun Ji-hyun with a glass.

"Nuna, I respect you, thank you for standing up and helping me."

Jun Ji-hyun gladly accepted.

This bit of coolness made Weng Tingjun's eyes light up again.

"I really like Enjing's child."

Inexplicably, Jun Ji-hyun suddenly said this.

Weng Tingjun was a little surprised, he also liked Enjing's child very much.

Jun Ji-hyun falls into memories and confesses that she is just a woman and that the sassy girlfriend is the character, not her. She is in the entertainment industry, she can't help herself, she can only do this to protect herself, in her bones she is just a little woman, otherwise she would not cry alone, she is a savage girlfriend on the screen, but offstage she is just a woman.

This Han Eunjing is very similar to her, Jun Ji-hyun admires Han Eun-jung very much, Eun-jeong is also very talented, she wants to pass on her little experience to Eun-jung!!

"What does Nuna mean......"

"Well, there should be a few female characters in your new drama, let Enjing follow me for a while."

Weng Tingjun was overjoyed and couldn't ask for it, but Weng Tingjun was a little surprised, when it comes to acting, isn't Zhiyan more advantageous?

Maybe...... Should it be sympathy for each other?

"No problem. It just so happens that she hasn't made any announcements recently, so I'll ask Wu Wenxuan to inform Enjing and let her come to China later. ”

Jun Ji-hyun nodded, took a sip of red wine, and looked at Weng Tingjun with bright eyes, "It's a bit unpleasant to drink here, if you're okay, I'll invite you to drink." ”

"Haha! If you are angry, when you come to China, let alone wine, you can take care of everything. ”

"That's what you said."

Weng Tingjun suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Sure enough.

Leaving the revolving restaurant, Weng Tingjun took Jun Ji-hyun to the Imperial Mansion, since inheriting the position of the head of Weng's enterprise, he didn't feel much else, but there were a lot of VIP cards for various clubs, shops, and nightclubs at home, which was more staggering.

Park Hyo-min's big-footed man is refreshing enough to drink, but compared to Jun Ji-hyun, he is a big witch.

Weng Tingjun was a little overwhelmed, his lips were trembling, and he snatched the cup from Jun Jixian's hand, "You can't drink anymore." ”

Jun Ji-hyun's brain is in chaos.

"One last cup."

"Okay, one last cup!"

However, after the last drink, both collapsed and lay unconscious at the bar.

The lobby manager couldn't help but laugh when he saw it, and waved his hand, "Clean up the No. 1 presidential suite on the top floor, and ask Sister Amy to send Weng Shao and this lady to the presidential suite." ”

"Yes." (To be continued.) )