"Zhao Rongbi senior...... Hello, we are Tiara. ”

"Good, good, good, good, come on!!"

Zhao Rongbi showed a shallow smile on his face, and his face, which was not very handsome but became extremely handsome because of his gentle smile, was full of charm.

"This is our new album, please take it."

Although Zhao Rongbi is very approachable, the aura of the 'old rivers and lakes' still makes Quan Baolan and them feel a little apprehensive.

"Okay, swap, you guys go get ready."

"Thank you, senior—"

Temperament is something that is specifically said to be honest, it's like aura, some people have a strong aura by nature, and they are not in a hurry to communicate with people. Some people have a slightly weaker aura by nature, once they arrive in a strange place or have a guest at home, they are so nervous that they can't speak, and they don't dare to move their chopsticks......

"I found out that old men can be so attractive, I bet if we grow up to the age of Senior Zhao, they will definitely become ugly."

Park Ji-yeon said categorically, almost everyone believed what Park Banxian said.

Some people say that Park Ji-yeon is a cancer and a black sheep, but in the eyes of these sisters, frankly speaking, Park Banxian is a shot in the arm, and most of the time because of her storage, she is inexplicably at ease.

Poof.

What a feud this is.

Zhiyan, among the six of us, Weng Tingjun is the one who feels the most sorry for you, if he doesn't do this, will you trust him so much? At the end of the day, it's wrong......

Half-immortal, when you grow up, you will understand...... It's not hate, it's

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……

"Park Jae-sang senior, we are Tiara Yimida."

"You sit down first, I'm going to put on some makeup......"

How dare Tiara sit, she can only stand aside and wait for Park Jae-sang to speak.

"It stands to reason that I shouldn't continue to stay on this stage, it seems that I feel like I rely on the old and sell the old to occupy the pit and not."

"No, no, no-"

Park Jae-sang glanced at them and smiled meaningfully, "I'm looking forward to your watch in the evening—"

"Thank you for your teachings."

"Teaching? No, no, no. I'm going to learn from you. Park Jae-sang's eyes flickered, and he said incorrectly.

"Okay, okay, look at you guys so stiff, others don't know how bad they think I am, go ahead!! We play fair, and I want to know if I'm old or not. ”

Quan Baolan pursed her lips, and the album in her hand was not handed. Neither is it.

Park Ji-yeon slightly blocked Quan Baolan's hand, and she dared to kick his balls as the president of Weng Tingjun, who was worth hundreds of billions of dollars. What's the point of a big star?

"Senior, we won't bother you, you can do it too!"

"You're happy?"

"yes!! When I think about competing with the idols I've admired since I was a child, I'm thrilled. ”

Park Jae-sang's mouth twitched, Park Ji-yeon is only in her early 20s, right? He was born in 77, and the Korean algorithm is only 37, right? It is 10 years old

This little broken kid didn't open the door.

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"Ji-yeon, you were too impulsive just now."

"I'm reckless? I'm rude? ”

The other five sisters shook their heads and nodded.

"We respected him, but he didn't respect us and teased us with words. But - I still respect him. I don't think I'm reckless and rude, President Luo Yuhao is right, this is a battlefield, the so-called battlefield is not smiling and swords and soldiers meet, what are you afraid of? How much more pain can it be than before? ”

Li Juli and Park Suyan looked at each other, is the emotional experience so magical? It can make a child mature to such a point.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter."

"Foot pain can be closed injections, and abuse can be shielded. Denigration can be ignored. Today we are NO.1 ......"

"Yo, is this Park Ji-yeon?"

Quan Baolan couldn't help but laugh.

"Yo yo yo, Chek is making trouble, this is Park Ji-yeon."

Park Ji-yeon couldn't help but give herself a thumbs up, she likes to be so full of herself now, and she hates it now and hates it from the bottom of her heart.

"Sister Tiara. You guys are so beautiful. ”

"Sister Tiara, you deserve the name of the crown."

"Sister Tiara, you're our idol - can I sign an IG with you?"

"Sister Baolan, I'm your fan, March 22nd is your birthday, I don't know how to give you a gift, today I finally found a chance. Please be sure to accept it. ”

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"Prepare the seats, and one minute to start immediately, 605958-"

The MC began to introduce the opening remarks, and at the same time, the results of each contestant who participated in the song were scrolling on the big screen.

Maybe because tomorrow is the weekend and you don't have to go to work, or Cho Yong-pil, Park Jae-sang, and Tiara, the strong confrontation has not started, and the number of people on KBS TV is three times more than the previous week.

This is really a bit exaggerated, and even caught PD a little off guard.

"They're fifth, which means there's 50 minutes to prepare."

One person has less than five minutes for a song, plus the stage layout, what a mess, and some teams do not participate in the singing but have to perform two tracks, which is about 10 minutes on average for a person or a team.

Weng Tingjun looked at Tiara, who had finally stopped and was touching up her makeup, they were now wearing black and white zebra clothes, which could be short, Xiaomin and his wife showed their waists, except for the conspicuous burgundy of their wife, they were glamorous, and everyone's hair color was almost the same, but Weng Tingjun felt quite uncomfortable in his heart.

Hey—Eun Jing's short hair is really handsome.

"President, are you satisfied with this look?"

"Shut up! Hurry up and get it done, and don't get anything wrong. Weng Tingjun leaned against the door frame and closed his eyes to recuperate, and when he heard Wu Wenxuan's slightly stinging words, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed.

He seemed to have caught something, and he seemed to know where the discord was.

"I'm out for a cigarette."

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What went wrong?

On the chair in the corridor of Weng Tingjun, with his back against the soft chair, the people who came and went were in a hurry, and no one cared about him.

"What did I tell you? How did I warn you? Tell you to take good care of your body and face for a while, and look at what your skin has become now? ”

"OPPA, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

This reprimanding voice directly interrupted Weng Tingjun's train of thought just now, and he frowned, frankly saying that he was very disgusted with such an arbitrary and authoritarian agent in his heart.

"Sorry, did it work? Can you bring your skin back to the original of the album's design? ”

"Maybe you can remedy it with hair dye."

"You know? You know what you're doing. ”

Hairstyle.

Hairstyle.

Hairstyle.

Weng Tingjun's eyes lit up, ****nmlgb, he finally found it.

Watching the stylist who proposed a remedial plan walk past him, Weng Tingjun grabbed him.

"Give me a bottle of white instant hair dye." (To be continued.) )

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