"Chief, do you really want to indulge Jessica?"

Kim Sung-hoon secretly hated him, although he was rude to Jessica, but after all, he was Jessica's personal agent, and it was definitely not uncommon for the agent to scold idol, but Jessica brushed his face and embarrassed him for several days.

Li Zeyu put his hands together to support his chin, slightly bowed, and looked at Kim Sung-hoon with interest, "Of course, they are cash cows, but they are also living people, isn't it exactly what we should do to appease their feelings?" ”

And the poet's studio ...... Hmm, what's that? For a company like S*M, which often earns tens of millions of dollars, to be honest, the poet studio is too insignificant. How can a bunch of vulgar things that are vassals and gentle, and sell meat, be compared to a behemoth like S*M?

The prosecution is secondary, the main purpose is to knock Jessica, and by the way, to implicitly warn those children in the company who are not right-minded, Jessica has a good attitude, which is the most desired harvest of this or the company.

"Yes, I see."

As soon as Kim Sung-hoon left, the smile on Li Zeyu's face became stronger and stronger, and after laughing for a while, he picked up the landline and dialed the phone number of the president, Kim Young-min.

"President Kim, BOA, EXO-K, SHINEE, and f(x) have returned from Jeju Island, and the plan is going well."

"Plans? What is the plan? Kim Young-min smiled slightly.

"I'm sorry, I said it wrong." Li Zeyu said cautiously.

Kim Young-min, who got the news, looked as usual, and he secretly kept an eye on the Jeju Island platter concert, although the girl group has disappeared now, he knows how terrible the phoenix of Nirvana is. However, the president with the same surname as him can be sure that the CCM has disappeared into the dust of history, and the CCM with the tiger skin of CJ is not afraid.

If you want to destroy it, you will destroy it even more, completely cut off their wings, and there will be no conditions for flight.

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Yes, the poet's studio is safe and sound, Jessica's fans, and the publicists of other anchor studios have offered their magic weapons, secretly sending anonymous letters or contacting reporters to report, but in the face of these S*M officials, they are silent, and no denial is acquiescence.

Now the poet's studio is completely on fire, Jessica's rice love house and Wu, and the poet's studio has also taken advantage of the situation to launch a wave of anchors imitating Jessica. The efficiency of making money made the plague god stupid god red-eyed, but there was nothing to be done, but fortunately, the other party did not kill the killer.

Secretly, the Poets' Studio also sent a signal. If you have money, everyone earns it, and you have to pit money together. If you want to fight, I will fight with you.

Luo Yuhao couldn't use it for two things, and after throwing the flag of the poet's studio to his sister so-jin, he hurriedly took Tiara to participate in the Jeju Island platter concert.

Luo Yuhao is sophisticated and sleek, even if he is the president for the first time, he does not have any stage fright.

But seeing Tiara on stage and encountering darkness for five minutes, he felt uncomfortable, let alone them on stage?

"Big brother, where the hell are you?"

……

"Where am I?"

This was the first thing Weng Tingjun said when he woke up, his injuries were not serious, but only caused by excessive blood loss and excessive overdraft of his body.

He stared at the space he was, into a sea of pink, a faint fragrance into his nostrils all the time. He looked around, looking at the small and delicate outfit and the pile of rag dolls in the corner, next to the rag dolls was a bookshelf with an album of Korean singers he didn't know the name of, and next to the bookshelf hung a few posters of Girls' Generation's earlier albums, he knew it in his heart.

It's a boudoir for her.

"This is my home." Jessica walked in with a bowl of porridge, and the doctor said that Weng Tingjun would wake up soon, but the day dragged on for three days.

After confirming that Weng Tingjun was fine, Jessica took Weng Tingjun back to her private residence in Jiangnan District on the pretext of being transferred to a hospital.

Please, is a gunshot wound good? In case the criminal police come to the door, how can she cope with a weak female flow and how can she bear it?

Weng Tingjun looked at Jessica distractedly, the sun was shining today, the bright sunlight came in through the blinds, bathing Jessica, she seemed to be dressed in gold, holy and dazzling.

Staying at home, she swept away the fashion outfit she had been outside, and a king-size white shirt directly covered her thighs, but it still couldn't hide the color of the blue ultra-short denim.

The slender and pink calves were so unscrupulously naked# exposed to his sight, his gaze moved up slightly, looking at the delicate pretty face, his eyes were filled with deep gratitude and touch.

It's her.

It was she who saved herself.

There was a warm current in his heart, and even the harsh sunlight was much more comfortable in his eyes.

"What are you looking at?"

Jessica was slightly embarrassed and unnatural, except for her property here, to be honest, she really didn't know where to send Weng Tingjun?

Luo Yuhao?

That damn bastard, if she could, she wouldn't want to see him again in her life.

So, who else? How many friends does Weng Tingjun have in Korea? Jessica fully believes that with Weng Tingjun's character, he has no friends except her.

Jessica has not been idle these days, she believes in Weng Tingjun, but she doesn't want to be deceived again, so she spent a little money to find Weng Tingjun's information.

As a result, it is indeed as Luo Yuhao said.

Weng Tingjun's parents died, and the rich and handsome who was originally high above has now become a street rat.

"Thank you." Weng Tingjun's Adam's apple squirmed, his body was now extremely weak, and his mouth was dry, so it was very difficult to say a word.

"You should thank me, you owe me an explanation." Jessica put the porridge on the bedside table, and on the premise of ensuring that the porridge in the bowl would not spill, she used a little strength, and the sound of the porcelain bowl hitting the wooden table was like a judge's final judgment, and she looked at Weng Tingjun coldly.

Weng Ting didn't dare to look into Jessica's eyes, excuse me? Thank you? The words are too pale.

He didn't know that he had been in a coma for a few days, but being able to show up at Jessica's house meant that the difficulties in the poet's studio had been over.

Jessica not only saved his life, but also solved the problems of her career.

What is it?

Kindness!

Weng Tingjun blamed himself in his heart, he thought that cutting off his involvement with Jessica in this way was to protect her, but he didn't expect to be protected by her.

He was ashamed.

The already pale face was even more embarrassed.

Yes, he owes Jessica an account, an account that she may not be able to repay in her life.

Seeing that Weng Tingjun bowed his head and was silent, his eyes blamed himself, Jessica's eyes softened, "You just woke up, don't have too many ups and downs, let's eat a bowl of hot porridge first." I --- my mom made it out of purpose. ”

Weng Tingjun nodded, raised his eyes, and looked at Jessica without blinking.

Jessica frowned, "What do you see I'm doing." ”

"You feed me."