Weng Tingjun is accustomed to loneliness, whether it is the past or the soul to the present, he is used to leaving all his feelings to himself alone at night.

On August 13, 2012, he went to Busan in place of Ho Junmin and was in a car accident, and during that time, he seemed to have unconsciously changed this habit.

Park Ji-yeon, who is not careful, broke into his hospital room and also broke into his life.

"My name is Park Ji-yeon, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to kill you, it's just that my eyes are like this."

"Brother, you are really a good person, there are still many good people around me."

"Brother, thank you, if it weren't for you, Sister Suyan would definitely be scolded very badly."

"Me? I'm not afraid, why should I be afraid? I'm not afraid of shadows, I'm Park Ji-yeon. ”

"No, I can't go on anymore, I'm so uncomfortable, brother, I'm sorry."

"Brother, are you an orphan? That's good, in the future, my brother will be Ji-yeon's brother, and Ji-yeon is also my brother's sister. ”

"Brother, can I cry again?"

"Brother, it's a big deal that you let the bad guys arrest you once, and I'll save you."

Brother.

Brother.

These two words directly penetrated the softest place in Weng Tingjun's heart, or he himself opened the window of his heart and let the sunlight come in, taking root so that he was so deeply rooted that he was unwilling to pull it out.

"But I swear, I'm definitely not as good as Park Ji-yeon."

Weng Tingjun patted the mask on his face, not to mention, with this layer of ghost things on his face, he could indeed clearly feel the relaxation of facial pores.

Lying on the sofa, he was also completely sleepy, picked up his mobile phone and found Luo Yuhao's number.

Looking at the time, it is now 3 o'clock in the morning in Seoul, and South Korea is 4 hours ahead of the Maldives, which means that Luo Yuhao's kid is estimated to be around 23 o'clock.

He thought about it and dialed Luo Yuhao's phone.

"Big brother."

"If you've rested enough, come back."

The matter of clothing purchasing should be put on the agenda as much as possible, and being able to put it on the shelves one day in advance means that you can earn a penny. He doesn't have any big skills, he buys Fackbook and Apple at every turn, he can only make a small fortune, and then accumulate capital to go to the peak of his life to win Bai Fumei.

Why don't you become CEO and marry Bai Fumei again? Just kidding, he's the CEO now!

"Big brother, I booked a ticket for tomorrow afternoon, and I'm afraid that my eldest brother will blame me for disturbing the world of you and your sister-in-law."

Weng Tingjun scolded a few words, then hung up the phone, Luo Yuhao is very ordinary, more ordinary than him, but he is loyal, which is far better than those who are arrogant. So Weng Tingjun admires Luo Yuhao very much, what kind of employment is not suspicious and suspicious people are not used, it is completely bullshit, the interests of the two are tied to the same boat, and one is prosperous and one is lost.

Clothing purchasing, first of all, you have to have a garment factory, with the complementarity of the poet's studio, which Weng Tingjun is currently able to complete. It is not necessary to take the source of goods from the supplier, and open the factory independently, which is more profitable and safer.

Anyway, there was no sleepiness, and Weng Tingjun, who was wearing a mask like a lonely ghost, opened his notebook and started his homework.

Search for garment factories that have gone out of business or are not in business and are interested in selling them.

It was five o'clock in the morning to do this qiē.

Weng Tingjun yawned, got up from the sofa, stretched his waist, South Korea's winter days are short and the nights are long, and the bustling Seoul at this time is like an old lady who sleeps peacefully.

He sniffed, there was a strong smell of smoke on his clothes, and there were many cigarette butts on the ashtray on the table.

"Damn, I owe you something."

After scolding, Weng Tingjun opened the window and began the cleaning journey.

……

Li Juli currently has two identities for the time being, Tiara's façade and Weng Tingjun's co-tenant.

Before five o'clock, Li Juli got up from the bed, looking at the royal blue who was still frowning in her sleep, she shook her head, and lightly re-covered the quilt that had slipped off her body.

After washing and putting on her clothes, Li Juli unconsciously rubbed her hands, Seoul in October was really like winter, and the cold wind blew on her face like a knife.

After I went to the one not far in front and bought seven breakfasts and came back, I dealt with them casually, and then put the other sisters' shares in the microwave oven in the practice room and put a note on them - put breakfast in the microwave, remember to heat it up before eating.

After doing this, Li Juli checked the other sisters' rooms again, and after confirming that nothing was missing, she turned around and walked to the garage, got into her own car, and galloped all the way to Myeongdong.

Holding the breakfast that was still warm, Li Juli covered her mouth and yawned slightly.

Frankly speaking, she prefers the current life, no intrigues, no deceit, just a group of children who work tirelessly for their dreams, and only two goals every day - happiness and practice.

Although their copyright is in the hands of Weng Tingjun, the contract clearly states that they have released various proportions of the songs before, which is enough for them to live a well-off life.

But people always have goals and dreams in life, not to mention that they were once only one step away from the peak?

"Would you like to put some laxatives in there?" While waiting for the elevator to rise, Li Juli smiled lightly.

"Isn't the room going to be bad?"

Li Juli shook her head, put away this untimely thought, raised her white wrist, and looked at the time—6:30 in the morning, no more, no less.

If nothing else, Weng Tingjun will start washing up now, right?

Taking out the key, Li Juli changed into the pair of pink slippers as always, she didn't like this color, but she was going to be forced to like it. After changing into slippers, a fragrant fragrance filled her nose, Li Juli frowned and turned around, and a wild ghost suddenly appeared in front of her, she was instantly frightened, and subconsciously said: "Hey! ”

"What are you talking about? Li Juli, you actually said foul language? Oh my god—"

Li Juli looked at Weng Tingjun with lingering palpitations, the grandeur in her eyes was still obvious, and she was annoyed and angry in her heart.

Please, it's still not dawn, the lights in your living room are not on, you play cosplay alone and pretend to be scary, and you will be furious in a good tutor, right?

"Do you look down on me?"

"Yes." Li Juli's ghost makes the gods worse.

"It's good that you continue to look down on me."

Weng Tingjun smiled stupidly, to be honest, he also looked down on himself a little at this moment, threw the mask that had lost moisture into the trash, he Shi Shiran came to the bar and picked up the breakfast prepared by Li Juli.

"What's breakfast today?"

"Bibimbap, fried rice cakes, seaweed sushi?"

"You only bought one?"

"You ate?"

"Why don't you speak?"

"Are you laughing at me in your heart? What happened to the man who wore the mask? Please, I also want to take care of my skin. ”

"I'm sorry, President, but I didn't laugh at you." Li Juli pursed her lips, it is understandable for a man to clean himself up, only by maintaining a good image can he give himself and the other party enough respect.

At this point, Li Juli does not exclude Weng Tingjun.

It's just, can you have a little common sense? Is it possible to know the best time to apply a mask at 21 pm?

"I'm in a good mood today and don't care about you." Weng Tingjun patted his handsome face, which was still tender and smooth although he hadn't slept all night, "Are you jealous of my 'skin like snow'?" ”