The successors are popular, and the most direct expression lies in the Chinese market.

In South Korea, the ratings of nearly 20% are nothing, even if it rises to the top three TV stations in that period, Weng Tingjun does not blink his eyes.

He cares about Park Ji-yeon.

As long as Park Ji-yeon is happy, he is willing to take off the starlight of Seoul.

"Weng Tingjun is such a gentleman who went to wreak havoc on Korean entertainment?"

"A lifetime of resisting South Korea, only for Tiara."

"Who is this two-hearted girl? What a second man! Especially when I wore a maid's costume and worked in a café—"

"You're a three-gun, that's Park Ji-yeon, a member of Tiara, the youngest member."

"Oh?"

"It's beautiful, it's true."

“****！ I want to be a fan of her, and no one can do it. ”

"Many, join the old driver, the old driver will fly you."

"Dididi, student card, there's no time, get on the bus !!"

"This show - seems a little different?"

"What's the difference? It's just to see Park Ji-yeon, what's the difference? ”

"Look at the heroine's experience, and then look at Park Ji-yeon's experience."

“……”

“……”

There are also ordinary people in and out of the play, and they are also subverting the disparity between unfair and fair status.

What is she fighting for?

What is she fighting for?

What was her purpose in doing this?

Is it money?

Is it status?

I can't see it.

What is that?

From the perspective of Tong Guò, many people slowly changed from the mentality of watching girls, and were slowly attracted by Park Ji-yeon's sincere performance in the play.

"Damn, do you still have a car? Old driver, I want to get in the car. ”

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"Lean, are those Chinese crazy? Are the heirs really that good-looking? ”

"I don't believe it, I'll check it out too."

"Can this Park Ji-yeon act? Can this Weng Ting act? can act, I broadcast five electric fans on the day. ”

Similarly, in such a situation, more and more people are watching the heirs, and the ratings are naturally getting higher and higher.

The people in South Korea know more about Tiara than Chinese fans, and this look is out of control, and they have fallen in love with this girl called Park Ji-yeon.

Isn't she the hyped replica of Kim Tae-hee's look-alike?

Oh, no—she's redder than Kim Tae-hee, she's got her own name, she's called Park Ji-yeon, she's not anyone's substitute.

She is Park Ji-yeon, she is the Park Ji-yeon of the crown, the unique Park Ji-yeon.

"I don't know why, I like Park Ji-yeon a little."

"How to break? I liked it too. ”

"This two-hearted girl should actually be more fragile than anyone else, right?"

"Beautiful, really good."

"I'm sorry, my Yeon, I shouldn't have hacked you in the first place. You are no substitute for anyone, and from now on, let me guard you. ”

"Ji-yeon, what's the matter."

"Park Ji-yeon, why are you so good-looking? Cha Eun-sang is really charming!! ”

……

"Ten million, oh my God—" Park Ji-yeon opened her mouth wide and watched in disbelief at her rising follower count.

“145671？ Is this my official follower count? ”

At this time, Weng Tingjun and Park Ji-yeon were sitting in a large balloon at sea and rolling around, and Park Ji-yeon didn't care that his phone would be wet with seawater.

"Yes, that's your follower count."

"I'm not a substitute for Kim Tae-hee's sister anymore?"

"You are Park Ji-yeon, how can you be a substitute for Kim Tae-hee?"

"I'm Park Ji-yeon?"

"You're Park Ji-yeon."

Hmmm――

Park Ji-yeon cried all at once.

This matter has always pierced her heart, and she has never forgotten it.

I still remember that it was just when I debuted, when Tiara was heroic and scolded Fang Xuan, ready to realize her dream in the acre of Korean entertainment, but the dream had not yet set sail, and a piece of news appeared with a thunderous momentum.

She is a replacement for Kim Tae-hee.

She's just a replica.

Since then, she has never dared to go online again, and has a shadow over electronic devices.

I'm not Kim Tae-hee.

My name is Park Ji-yeon.

I'm Park Ji-yeon from Tiara!

How can you do this?!

Now-

Look at the present --

Park Ji-yeon burst into tears.

"Brother, my name is Park Ji-yeon, and I really am Park Ji-yeon."

"Yes, your name is Park Ji-yeon, you are really Park Ji-yeon."

Park Ji-yeon is happy, really happy! This kind of joy is as happy as Tiara got NO.9 in the first place!

This elated joy simply didn't treat Weng Tingjun as a man and a brother, threw away the mobile phone, threw himself into Weng Tingjun's arms and arched.

"No! I'm going to call, I'm going to sue my sister, I'm going to sue my mom and dad. ”

"Okay, call."

"Sister Ju Li, I'm Zhiyan, well, I'm Zhiyan."

"Sister Baolan, have you seen it? Everyone calls me Ji-yeon. ”

"Sister Enjing, when are you coming back? Ji-yeon misses you. ”

"Sister Xiaomin, are you in Apguting? Help me bring a fried rice cake from the third aunt, and Zhiyan will be grateful. ”

"Sister Soyan, do you want to play the please answer series? It's okay, Ji-yeon teaches you. ”

"Mom and Dad, you guys are so powerful, how can you take such a nice name as Park Ji-yeon?"

Park Ji-yeon called one after another, and she felt like a fool venting her feelings, but no one who answered the phone, including Yung Jeong-kyun, thought she was a fool.

Distressed.

In addition to being distressed or distressed.

How many years?

Exactly four years.

Kim Tae-hee's substitute pierced her heart deeply.

If there was no news at the beginning, would Tiara be the first to be the first? Isn't there so much criticism of Tiara?

"Ahh!!h

Park Ji-yeon screamed loudly, and even though the sound here couldn't be heard outside, she still screamed with joy.

She's so happy.

She's really happy.

"Poof—"

Weng Tingjun's face changed, and he secretly said that it was not good.

What is this sound?

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Did you feel like the balloon was punctured?"

"Seems to be the case."

"Jump."

If you wait until the balloon is deflated and sticks to your body, even if Weng Tingjun is superhuman, there is no possibility of survival. You must know that because Ji-yeon was so happy, this roll rolled directly to a few hundred meters from the shore.

The unexpected situation here attracted the attention of many tourists, and Weng Tingjun pulled Park Ji-yeon, who was already dumbfounded, to jump off and play balloons.

Ah Da obviously also discovered the problem here, and drove the speedboat to the two without saying a word.

Weng Tingjun can swim, and Zhiyan can also do it, but there is no danger, but the problem is Park Zhiyan, she is now wearing white short sleeves, and her whole body is soaked, and she is in the spring # Guangcha # leak, her whole person hangs on Weng Tingjun like a koala, and she blushes and says: "Brother, the front is under the bridge, there is no one there, let's go there, you let Big Brother go first." ”

Weng Tingjun's eyes were sharp, and he found Zhiyan's dilemma, the hot and smooth body stuck to his body, the amazing touch, the upright position, Weng Tingjun's face was a little hot, and a certain part was also a little disobedient.

"You go first, I'm fine here."

Ah Da nodded, looked at his nose and nose, and turned around directly.

Weng Tingjun slowly pulled Park Ji-yeon to swim under the bridge.

Park Ji-yeon wrapped her hands around Weng Tingjun's sturdy body, hehe smirked, at this time her hands were a little stiff, and she couldn't help but slide down.

This slip is incredible.

She knew that her brother didn't bring a mobile phone, so it was obvious what this stick was.

"Zhiyan, don't touch my phone, it's broken."

"......" (To be continued.) )