"Worried? Why worry? This kind of thing is getting darker and darker, believe oppa, and he will definitely solve it soon. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info know that things will be solved perfectly, so why should I waste my efforts to be frightened in vain? ”

IU wielded a tennis racket, stepped on a small short leg, and struggled to follow the serve of Park Ji-yeon, who was long legged.

It's so angry, in addition to singing skills, what else can compete with Ji-yeon? Now even ... Tennis!

No.

And one more.

Don't forget, when it comes to eating, I'm a hard match.

With a white vest, a white hip-length skirt, a pair of clean and unwanted little white shoes, and the tied ball head, Ji-yeon is becoming more and more delicate and lovely.

No wonder so many people like her. It is no wonder that in the new round of popular idol voting at the end of 2013, Park Erxiang ranked second.

"That's right." After a long illness has become a good doctor, the current Ji-yeon is actually not so afraid of gossip.

"Ji-yeon, be honest, what's wrong with you? Why is it always weird. IU was shocked, "Could it be that you're in love?" ”

Seeing that IU mentioned this stubble, Park Ji-yeon was in no mood to catch the ball, "Don't guess, okay?" Can I not have an idea when I encounter this kind of thing? ”

Although Ji-yeon is quiet on the surface, her intuition tells IU that this matter is definitely not that simple.

"I'm leaving, the company's plan remains the same, you continue to practice, I'm going to reproduce the original picture with oppa."

Despite the turmoil on the Internet, the solo still needs to be solo, and the company has long said that the company is responsible for sheltering the storm outside, and they are responsible for completing the work with peace of mind. That's why there is NO.9, NONONO, pink high heels such a popular classic!

This time, she and IU's solo are no exception.

"Uh-oh." IU put away the tennis racket and secretly glanced at Zhiyan's large-scale ****, the white vest couldn't cover the spring light here at all, a breeze hit, the vest was wrapped in sweat and stuck to the skin more tightly, but the amazing spring breeze could only be seen by IU regrets.

Why is it big again? If I continue like this, will I not be at the bottom again?

“……”

“……”

……

……

I still remember that it was the first rain in the summer of 2013, when No.9 had not yet come out, and at that time Tiara did not win nine consecutive championships, at that time Tiara was still suffering from national anti, and Weng Tingjun was not so lustful at that time. At that time---- I didn't have that much thought and courage!

"oppa, does it work?"

Even if the original picture was taken, with Dr. Ji-yeon's understanding of this group of anti-patients, it will not be cured at all, but will make the anti-victim's condition more serious.

"It definitely works." What can be saved in the mobile phone without deletion is almost all Weng Tingjun's most precious memories, take 10,000 steps back and say that even if the original picture is reproduced with little effect, at least Weng Tingjun can still preserve these precious memories, and ---, who said that there must be no effect? Several company PR companies have been working tirelessly, and Jihyun and Lady have also been helping to wash the floor.

As long as the original picture is made, it can also block the mouth of Youyou for the time being.

Ji-yeon nodded and sat quietly in the car, but she was not as lively as usual. In the past, Ji-yeon was always chattering, talking about the past, talking about the present, and talking about the future, but today is unusual, quiet and terrifying, as if since the SBS Acting Awards, Ji-yeon has lost that coquettishness.

"What's wrong with you?"

At the moment of the great enemy, Weng Tingjun subconsciously ignored the horror of the red night charm that night, and now he is only full of worries about Ji-yeon's strangeness.

"No?" Park Ji-yeon spread her hands, "Why do so many people ask me what's wrong?" I just wanted to be a woman like Soyan Oni. ”

Dare to act has always been the team's brain, and he is also one of the team's spokespersons. Those who are lively, those who jump out of the house, just unload their guards at home!

All right.

Weng Tingjun is really a little unaccustomed, but this is a good thing, it means that Zhiyan is really mature, but Zhiyan is very mature! It's just that he makes good use of a hippie smile to hide his broken heart.

"How's the song practice, do you have the confidence to win the first place alone?" Weng Tingjun tried to lead the topic as lightly as possible, and several misfires made Weng Tingjun have to face Ji-yeon carefully.

Ji-yeon can become Tiara's popularity, on the one hand, it is her character, but more because of her personal charm, which is completely different from the charm of the rest of Ernies, and sometimes Weng Tingjun is even a little overwhelmed. That passion from German orthopedics stimulates his little heart! He also kept telling himself that 'Ji-yeon' was his sister.

But it's just a self-deception that there are no three hundred taels of silver here.

Eun Jing's accident made it more and more difficult for Weng Tingjun to control his desires.

Desire is the source of suffering, and if you ask for something, you will suffer. The more desires, the more pitfalls; The stronger the desire, the deeper the trap. Those who can't control their desires can only let their desires dominate them. There is no limit to desire, and the more you get, the greater the expansion of desire. The greater the desire, the heavier the burden on the soul. Lust is a demon that will lead itself to hell at all times, and only by subduing this demon can the mind be free.

And Weng Tingjun felt that he was subdued by the demon that lived in his heart.

"Click."

Just when Weng Tingjun was distracted, Park Ji-yeon had already picked up her mobile phone and had an unexpected photo with Weng Tingjun compared to Scissorhands.

"Oppa, your side face is so beautiful, but it's a little worse than mine."

“……”

This is boasting about yourself in disguise, right?

Bang bang bang.

The weather in Seoul in January was unpredictable, with clear skies in the morning and a light rain after noon.

Sitting in the car, both of them felt a chill.

Arriving at their destination soon, there are only two photos of the two together, both of which were taken in a small restaurant in Samseong-dong in the summer of 2013.

Zhiyan said that the pig's trotters sold by Aunt Samseong-dong here are very authentic and delicious, but they can't resist Zhiyan's temperament, and Weng Tingjun drove Zhiyan to eat and drink at that time, but the pig's trotters here are really delicious.

There were bodyguards in front and back, and the two arrived here safely, and before leaving, Weng Tingjun had already chartered the right to operate here for a day.

"Here we are."

Park Ji-yeon is very tall, and even if she stands side by side with 183's Ong Jeong-gun, she doesn't look petite.

Helping to hold the umbrella, she and Weng Ting both hid under the umbrella, looking at the rain-soaked world, and she greedily breathed the fresh air washed by the light rain.

The whole world is quiet except for the sound of the rain.

Park Ji-yeon thought.

It would be nice if time could freeze in this moment.

That day last year.

She made a wish.

"My wish? It was the moment he stepped on the stage, and a sea of lemon flashed under the stage, which counted.... Wish? The only one. ”

And it's done today.

Today she made another wish.

Maybe in the near future......

Ji-yeon looked at Weng Tingjun who let himself drip without touching him but with wet.

Maybe in the near future...... This wish will soon come true again. (To be continued.) )