A little starlight, mottled moonlight, the autumn breeze is steep, and the night is like ink.

Standing under the Nanshan Tower, which looked like a bright chandelier hanging in the sky, Weng Tingjun and Jessica couldn't help but tighten their collars.

Weng Tingjun was wearing a black loose sweatshirt with a vest inside, and he didn't feel very cold, but Sika, who wanted to be demeanor and not temperature, shivered slightly.

The temperature in Seoul is about the same as that of the capital of China, let alone at night. But it's something different, with rows of lanterns standing like dragons on both sides of the road, and a subtle but intoxicating scent of night in the air.

"Xiujing has a notice—"

"Ji-yeon has something to do too-"

You see that the heavens all default to this is a romance destined to belong to the two, the two look at each other and smile presumptuously, each other's eyes are deeper than the stars, and then ten fingers are interlocked.

Big hands are gentle.

The little hands are cold.

Gently and softly strolling through the steep night, passing by couples in twos and threes, the two of them enjoyed the tranquility.

"It seems that a white dress doesn't go well with black?"

"So you're stupid, as we all know, Jessica of Girls' Generation is a fashionista, and this kind of village girl dress is the best cover-up."

"You won." Weng Tingjun suddenly realized, this is where the sense of disobedience lies-

"What about the reward?"

"BOBO."

"Don't." Jessica avoided Weng Tingjun's gaze, she was fascinated by this gentleness, and Xiujing's advice seemed to sound in her ears, and she suddenly woke up.

Don't be grinning.

"Heh-" Weng Tingjun shrugged and chuckled, "I'll buy a ticket, you wait for me." ”

Jessica nodded lightly, looked at Weng Tingjun's back affectionately, and couldn't help but take out her mobile phone to take a few photos.

idol's road to love is difficult, and once you live in your heart, it is difficult to forget it, which is very funny and pitiful.

"Only he can accept this underground romance."

……

"Sir, I recommend that you buy the cable car ticket together, and it is worth the trip to sit on the cable car and overlook the bustling night of Seoul with your girlfriend, almost all couples who come here will-"

Weng Tingjun sweated for a moment, he was afraid of heights-

"That's—buy it."

The ticket price is not expensive, and the price for two people is less than 100 RMB.

With the inky night, the Sika village girl-like dress, and Weng Tingjun's keen observation, there should probably be no accidents

Most of the couples who come to Nanshan Tower will hang up the love lock, this kind of unfounded romance, men and women in love flock to it.

"I've been waiting."

"It's better to have someone to wait for than to be alone." Sika smiled playfully.

"Hah—let's go hang the love lock first." Weng Tingjun magically took out a pen, a lock, and two love cards.

"It's naïve!" Jessica pouted disdainfully.

Weng Tingjun watched her snatch it over, and said with a smile: "It's a little naïve." ”

Walking to the place full of love locks, the flow of people here suddenly increased, and looking at the crowded crowd, Weng Tingjun gasped.

"Let me hang—"

"You're not tall—"

"You, you—"

"I'll hug you!"

"I warn you, don't move your hands or feet, or I'll bite you."

Weng Tingjun responded with a flicker.

Sika Toad's eyes swept around and saw a fairly pretty girl hanging next to her, looking at her defiantly.

She couldn't help but be angry, gritted her silver teeth, and straightened her arms to find the highest place under the starlight.

Although Sika is not fat, Weng Tingjun has an injury to his left arm after all, and it is indeed a bit difficult to pick her up completely.

But looking at his girlfriend's character, how could Weng Tingjun not be as good as she wanted, and he held her up with the strength to breastfeed, which would make him a very gentleman.

Suddenly, goosebumps stood up all over his body.

Click.

The love lock was hung at the top by Sika as he wished, and Sika turned his head to look at the girl next to him triumphantly.

The girl next to her was very discouraged and threw her anger on her unlucky boyfriend, who looked at Weng Tingjun helplessly, and the two big men looked at each other, all without saying a word.

"You wait for me." Weng Tingjun swept back and said quietly.

Seeing her dear sweating profusely, Sika was also anxious to see if she had a wound, she asked.

Weng Tingjun straightened the hem of her skirt and said softly, "I'll go to the toilet - you're too fat." ”

"I'll bite you."

Weng Tingjun pinched her nose, his eyes were full of tenderness, "Honey, wait for me, I'll go and make it convenient-"

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Weng Tingjun, who turned around and walked away quickly, his face was gloomy, his eyes searched around, and as he expected, a guy in a black shirt was sneakily shooting with a camera in the distance.

The appearance is very ordinary, so ordinary that people forget it at a glance. When Weng Tingjun looked at him, he unconsciously shrank down.

But!

Weng Tingjun knew that they were being targeted, and the other party was either an illegitimate meal or a paparazzi.

Because this is an instinct, Weng Tingjun can't say why, it should be the consciousness of 'Li Tie' who is doing the trick, so he knows that he and Sika were secretly photographed just now.

It's possible! But not sure.

But he's going to kill that possibility, whether it's for his girlfriend or himself!

"Hello."

"Y-hello."

"Can you lend me the camera?" I can pay you a certain amount, I want to take pictures with my girlfriend. Weng Tingjun's tone and eyes were very sincere, and he took out a stack of won in his hand and handed it to this person.

"I'm sorry my SD card is full." The ordinary-looking man's eyes dodged, and he saw a hint of greed flashing in Weng Tingjun's large stack of Korean won in his hand, but he quickly retreated, and he wanted to turn around and leave after speaking.

Weng Tingjun pressed his shoulder.

"You, what do you want—"

"Accompany me to the bathroom—"

"Let go of me, I'm going to call someone."

Since the Jack incident, in addition to going to work, Weng Tingjun has always had the dagger on his body in case of accidents.

The waist was cold, a huge pain came, the illegitimate meal was cold sweat, his feet trembled, and he hurriedly closed his mouth. He believed that if he dared to speak, he would die an even worse death. Because he is a bastard who cannot see the light-

Besides, there are a lot of people here, and he doesn't dare-

"Come with me, I need to make a deal with you."

"Okay, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive."

Nanshan Pagoda stands on the top of the peak of the Yongsan # district, and no one pays attention to the two hooks between the people coming and going.

Weng Tingjun dragged the frightened reporter to a corner, and the dagger in his hand stabbed into his waist without hesitation.

"Who sent you?"

The bastard had a flash of inspiration, "It's President Kim—"

A hint of banter flashed in Weng Tingjun's eyes, who lost the most from the exposure of his relationship with Sika - it was Kim Young-min. With Kim Young-min's wisdom, would he do such a thing to shoot himself in the foot? Unless he's funny in his head.

"Sir, let me go, I can give you the camera, no, I can give you all the information-"