PS: When there are queens who see this chapter, there will definitely be a bit of a disagreement, and I have to explain.

I posted Sika upside down because Weng Tingjun likes Sika, and I am mean to the crown, because Weng Tingjun is not a fan and doesn't want to pull them into this whirlpool, which is also a place for cheating fathers, Korean entertainment novels are nothing more than licking, just raging, I haven't touched both.

I want to be in this situation, to see them suffer, to see them cry, in this extreme contradiction, to find that they are living people, I either come up or come to the little baby, I will sing to you, I trampled the Eight-Nation Alliance, I must have many people want to see this, I also want to see it.

But this is my last Korean entertainment, I like Korean entertainment, I like them, and I like them even more. I want to like this team from the bottom of my heart in the midst of this contradiction, I don't know how many people can understand me, but I don't want to regret it to myself.

I am me, the handsome and temperamental third brother, and there will be a chapter later.

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Driving back to his home, sitting in the car and looking at the camera in his hand, Weng Tingjun's face sank.

Yes, the man who committed suicide was the same journalist who found out he was dating Sika.

His romance with Sika cannot be exposed.

Once exposed, Sika's career was hit hard, and he was targeted again, which did no good, so he killed the reporter and made the illusion that the other party committed suicide.

That's mostly because of this, but also partly because he understands the urine nature of these journalists, especially since South Korean journalists are more abusive than journalists from other countries.

It stands to reason that Liu Huaying's exposure of the Yan# Zhaomen incident is completely Liu Huaying's fault and responsibility, and Tiara should not be affected by the pond fish, even if there is a turmoil, it can be solved quickly. However, in the end, it was still hated by the whole people, although it is not excluded that some people behind this are fueling the trouble, but most of the reason is the fanning of the flames by these unscrupulous journalists.

How many artists have been overwhelmed by cyberbullying and died young? The artists themselves certainly have problems, but most of them are these reporters who use false rumors and out-of-context to splash dirty water.

"Ahh

Weng Tingjun sneezed, retracted his chaotic thoughts, picked up the shopping bag, and looked at the shopping bag containing the men's face mask, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"You have to follow the instructions, every day—"

"Kill me......"

Took the elevator to the eighth floor, he has lived here for more than half a month, and he doesn't know whether the neighbors around him are men or women, and he hasn't seen it at all, so it is estimated that it has not been sold.

"Look, the real estate business isn't so easy to meddle with—"

Ding dong.

When he arrived on the eighth floor, Weng Tingjun carried a shopping bag and walked through the corridor to the kennel that belonged to him in the corner.

Someone!!!

There was a sneaky figure in the corner.

He put down his things and took the dagger vigilantly, quickly pressed it against the wall, and walked cautiously like a cat.

"It's raining so heavily, my husband is injured, will something happen?"

Hearing this voice, Weng Tingjun's heart trembled, and I leaned on it.

Looking at the ghost figure that is not tall carefully, it is really all sapphire blue.

Weng Tingjun gasped heavily, withdrew his dagger, and said with a wry smile: "If you want to jump off the building, don't come to me-"

"Ahh Quan Baolan, who was thinking wildly, was startled when she heard this sudden voice.

"Don't scream."

Weng Tingjun rushed sharply, pressed Quan Baolan's mouth, and said viciously: "Do you want everyone to know that you attacked the little white-faced house at night at Quanbaolan?" ”

Quan Baolan's whole body became stiff, Weng Tingjun hugged her tightly, his whole body was drenched in rain, his muscles # skin blind date, Quan Baolan became unnatural, and his pretty face suddenly turned red, and he said something.

Weng Tingjun let go of her, folded back and picked up the shopping bag.

Quan Baolan carried a thermos box and stood at the door at a loss.

"Come in, what are you doing there?" Weng Tingjun was not angry.

"Yes, sir."

Quan Baolan lowered his head, and couldn't help but slander in his heart, you didn't let me in just now.

"You sit down for a while, and I'll take a shower."

Looking at Weng Tingjun, who was the same as the soup chicken, Quan Bao Lan Mu nodded his head.

Today, taking advantage of the opportunity of Li Juli to stay in the dormitory, Quan Baolan made a pot of soup to come to see Weng Tingjun, but she didn't expect Weng Tingjun to be at home, she was about to turn back when she was about to turn back, and it suddenly rained heavily outside, she waited left and right, and when she was about to lose her patience, Weng Tingjun suddenly appeared.

Someone suddenly appeared in the middle of the night.

It scared Weng Tingjun and scared himself.

……

After taking a shower and changing a set of clothes, Weng Tingjun wiped his hair and came to the living room, looking at the insulated box brought by Quan Baolan on the table.

"I'm fine, I don't have to bother so much in the future." Weng Tingjun said impatiently: "You are very idle? Fans often say that you paddle, how are you learning the treble part? ”

Quan Baolan blinked, "What do you mean by paddling?" ”

"What does paddling mean, that is, Xiba, what am I telling you to do with this?" Weng Tingjun said expressionlessly: "Did you treat Kim Kwang-so like this before?" ”

Quan Baolan's face suddenly turned pale, and then he looked at Weng Tingjun fearlessly for the first time, and said word for word: "Sir, you have to apologize, I respect you, and I hope you will respect me too!" ”

If she hadn't been cornered, she wouldn't have been lowly like this! It's one thing to respect Mr. Respect, and she doesn't allow others to insult her and all the sisters of the crown like that.

Weng Tingjun was slightly stunned, his inherent thinking told him that if an artist wants to be on the top, it is nothing more than relying on various unspoken rules to fight for the position, and the status of Korean stars is so cheap, it should be even more so, except for non-sale.

But -- it doesn't seem to be the case.

Looking at Quan Baolan's unflinching eyes, Weng Tingjun sighed, "It's me who misunderstood you, I'm sorry." ”

Quan Baolan's face looked much better, "I'm sorry, sir, I don't mean to refute your words, I don't deny the dirtiness of this circle, there are indeed many people who go to the soup for fame and profit, but it will definitely not be us!" ”

But that's definitely not us.

These eight words are very important and firm.

Weng Tingjun hooked the corners of his mouth, pinched her warm chin, and said playfully: "You are so confident in what you say, then why do you still come to beg me?" Protect your sisters at the expense of yourself, you sue me, how much is your dream worth? ”

Quan Baolan looked at Weng Tingjun stubbornly, "I see hope in you, my dreams are not valuable, but their dreams are worth a fortune!" I'm not an important person, I can't sing, I can't dance, I can't do anything, I'll just be a burden to them, and if sacrificing my dreams can fulfill their dreams, then it's worth it. ”

Because their dreams are my dreams.

"When you take off your clothes, you can see hope?"

Quan Baolan didn't want to talk about this topic, "Sir, this is a little pheasant stewed mushroom soup, you drink it while it's hot." ”

Knowing that Mr. is a Chinese, Quan Baolan deliberately checked the Internet for this relatively easy to use soup.

"Little pheasant stewed with mushrooms?" Weng Tingjun looked at Quan Baolan with a strange expression.

"Do you have a meter five?"

"I'm 1.62 meters."

"Really? I'm two meters two three. Do you believe it? ”

"I believe it."

"What are you looking for me for?" It just so happened that he was a little cold now, Weng Tingjun opened the insulated box and drank it, and the craftsmanship of Quanbaolan was still good.

"Sir, don't get Juri wrong, she did-"

"What I do, what she does, it's all our business, you're just their teammate, can you not be so virgin?"

"I ......"

"What are you?" Weng Tingjun was annoyed, why did every member of the crown do this?

"You're just a commodity."

Yes, you're just a commodity, and at best you're not for sale.

Weng Tingjun told himself firmly in his heart.