Men like women, this is an eternal law, of course, some people break out of the law and insist on making a foundation, so there is no way.

A woman, a beautiful woman, a beautiful and seductive woman.

Do you think men don't like it?

How could it be.

What's more, a man with strong hormones like Weng Tingjun, don't believe Park Suyan, he is a man, a 24K pure man.

Mr. Ong does not regret doing so, especially in the face of a woman like Park Hyo-min.

If he didn't, he wondered if he was a man after all.

Park Hyo-min didn't scream loudly, didn't panic, and looked at Ong Jeong-kyun very shy and calm.

"Do you know what you're doing? If I shout at this time......"

"You won't, although I've heard you yelling."

My yelling? Park Hyo-min followed Yung Ting-kyun's aggressive eyes and found that Yung Ting-kyun's deep and passionate gaze wandered on his chest.

Heartbeat?

Is it a heartbeat?

"I think you should write a song." Park Hyo-min said seriously: "It's a pity song for others." ”

Park Hyo-min doesn't know what the other sisters think, Sister Ju Li has fallen, and it is not known whether Ji-yeon's second goods will fall sooner or later, or if they have already fallen.

Sister So-yeon - Sister Baolan - Sister Eun Jing -

Maybe he's really going to catch us all.

Turn so-called sisters into real sisters?

"That's an idea." Weng Tingjun said equally seriously: "Hyacinth, do you remember what you said? ”

"What?"

"I'm not a big man who picks my feet, I don't count what you say, I'm in the Shilla Hotel now, my waist, my breasts, my legs, my face, God, how can there be such a perfect woman! Do you want to see it? Come on, come on!! ”

This is Hyacinth's proud counterattack to the troubadour's suspicion that she is a big man.

He was a troubadour.

She's a hyacinth.

This is the Shilla Hotel.

Three meters behind, in the hall, there is a woman he loves deeply - Li Juli.

Want to be here?

I don't know why, Park Hyo-min suddenly felt a little moved, but this heartbeat was quickly suppressed by reason.

"I found out that I like you a little, what should I do?" Park Hyo-min licked her tongue subconsciously. She found that there was still residual saliva from Weng Tingjun on it. It was her first kiss - hard to believe, right? But this was her first kiss. When Sister Baolan answered the reporter just now, she said - we don't have time to fall in love, and when we have time and want to fall in love, no one dares to approach me, and by now - we are old!

She really didn't have any resistance to Weng Tingjun's attack and aggression.

Why is there no resistance?

Because he's the president? Or is he the troubadour that tickles my heart?

Weng Ting-kyun's Adam's apple squirmed again, Park Hyo-min Park Hyo-min. Do you know how attractive you can be when you make a move?

"What are you doing here? The captain just called, and in another hour we will be ready to go......"

Park Ji-yeon showed her head, looked curiously at Park Hyo-min, who was blushing, and glanced at her brother, who seemed to have brought two more mobile phones.

Park Hyo-min quietly adjusted his affection and posture, but his tone couldn't hide the trembling. "The president said to consider making me SOLO-"

Park Ji-yeon couldn't be happier, "It's a good thing, you guys talk slowly, but hurry up, it takes 45 minutes from here to Gangbuk." ”

"Okay, right away."

"That's not right...... Sister, what's wrong with your waist? Why is it so red? Park Ji-yeon, who had just turned to leave, turned around and pointed to Park Hyo-min's right waist, how could there be such a deep palm print on it?

Park Hyo-min was shocked, dense sweat appeared on his forehead, and he hurriedly pushed Park Ji-yeon. "It may be that the sleeping position is incorrect, let's go, hurry up, don't delay Sister Jing's treatment."

"Oooh."

Park Hyo-min turned his head and looked at Yung Jeong-kyun viciously.

Weng Tingjun deliberately stretched out his right hand and shook it, and after the two left, Weng Tingjun's eyes were instantly confused.

Is it a coincidence?

Or was it meant to be?

Is it a pity to give it to someone else?

Is it a pity to give it to others?

Stop now and don't change the subject!

Should talk like a man!

whatyouwaitingfor？

Why always hesitate?

I don't want to have!

Is it a pity to give it to someone else?

Weng Tingjun asked himself, over and over again.

"It's a pity."

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The Crown has applied for a flight route from South Korea to the United States, and Weng Tingjun has hired two rather handsome female captains from Weng's enterprise as the captains of the Crown.

This time, only her mother accompanied Enjing to the United States, but Weng Tingjun promised Enjing that he would visit her. This trip to the United States was completely suppressed by Weng Tingjun, and IU and Apink did not know about it.

American orthopedic experts have clearly said that it will take about three months for Enjing to recover and stand up again, three months each. Let this group of women cry into tears.

"It's okay, it's okay, isn't there a crown? Anyway, the president gave us a long vacation, so you can come and see me when you have time. Han Enjing couldn't hold back and cried profusely.

Since the accident, they have been tightly hugged. It doesn't matter if you or I don't. It's really reluctant to be separated from the two places for three months at once. That's why women are made of water!

"Yes, private jets are like private cars, isn't it a matter of hours when and where you want to go back and forth?" Park Ji-yeon was the first to respond.

Park So-yeon bumped into Park Ji-yeon and held Han Eun-jeong's hand, "Tiara is waiting for you, we are waiting for you, come back quickly." ”

Han Enjing nodded vigorously, "I will, I know you will wait for me again, so I will be back soon." ”

"What is the pestle doing there? Not yet to come and help. ”

Li Juli kicked Weng Tingjun who was hiding from the sun, I don't know why, the more I look at Weng Tingjun now, the more I hate it.

Well, laxatives don't seem to be enough?

"Good!! Help, help. ”

Weng Tingjun laughed and hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the luggage of Enjing and Enjing's mother.

"It's Hug Eun Jing on the plane!!!"

“……”

“……”

Look at my temper, Weng Tingjun threw away his luggage and glared at Li Juli angrily.

Li Juli is not to be outdone.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out.

"Is it hot or not? Here, give you a handkerchief, you go and hide in the car, here I am. ”

Weng Tingjun, who was standing in the sun, was wearing a white shirt, grinning and revealing a neat white tooth.

"It's strange, just now it looked like life and death, why is everyone happy now."

Park Ji-yeon pondered this question in her heart.

Hey......

Why is he my brother?

It's not Eunjing's older brother.

Not Hyomin's older brother.

Why?

Why are these two questions so complicated? (To be continued.) )