"Brother......

Park Ji-yeon hurried to Ong Jeong-kyun's hospital room with a takeaway.

Looking at the empty ward, the bedding on the bed was neatly folded, and a flash of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

A few steps to the hospital bed, Park Ji-yeon sat gloomily at the head of the bed.

She likes to chat with Weng Tingjun, this brother is very humorous and funny, although this brother sometimes reprimands her, but she knows that this kind of reprimand is their hard-won concern at present.

Putting down the takeaway, Park Ji-yeon's eyes were attracted by the things on the table.

"Huh?"

There was a green card on the bedside table, and Park Ji-yeon picked it up suspiciously and looked up and down, "Busan Health Club? ”

"Hello Miss? Is there anything please? ”

Park Ji-yeon was shocked, and hurriedly stood up and bowed, "Sorry to disturb you." ”

Polite children are welcome everywhere, and the nurse likes this polite child very much, and the smile on her face has increased a lot, "You are here to find Mr. Weng, right?" He had just been discharged from the hospital three minutes earlier. ”

Park Ji-yeon blinked and thought, three minutes ago? In other words, it is very likely that he will still be in the hospital.

Park Ji-yeon thanked her, picked up the takeout, and quickly left the ward with her long legs.

On the elevator, the elevator was overcrowded, and Park Ji-yeon, who was sweating profusely, took a deep breath, got out of the elevator, hesitated or chose to go down the stairs.

Park Ji-yeon, who ran from the sixth floor to the first floor without stopping, leaned against the corner of the wall and gasped for breath, and only raised her head when she regained a little strength, looking at the crowd in front of her, noisy, and a group of reporters with long guns and short cannons were attacking a thin young man.

She covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming, and the takeaway in her hand also fell, and the colorful and fragrant fried noodles rolled to the ground.

The emaciated young man who was surrounded was none other than his brother.

The elder brother who was afraid that Tiara would be attacked and that Park So-yeon would blame herself and took the initiative to admit that he was the perpetrator.

……

Looking at this group of hideous-looking reporters, Weng Tingjun frowned slightly, and his mind involuntarily came to mind when he had just woken up after being hospitalized.

"It's hype again, Park So-yeon is so disgusting."

"Why doesn't Park So-yeon die?"

"I guess now that Park Su-yeon is sleeping lazily at home, why is there any car accident?"

"Park So-yeon is going to die!"

"It's as disgusting as Liu Huaying."

……

And now there is still a lot of criticism of Tiara from these reporters.

Sir, how much does CCM give you a change fee? That's why you're willing to admit that you're the perpetrator?

Sir, a vicious businessman like Kim Kwang-so, a green tea like Yoo Hwa-young, and a hype master like Park So-yeon, why do you still defend Tiara?

Sir, did Park Ji-yeon threaten you with violence?

Sir, the first season of Dreamhigh is a true performance, right? That's what she is, isn't she?

Weng Tingjun was furious, and his face remained silent.

As a parent, he can beat and scold his own children at will, but if outsiders dare to touch their children with a finger.

Weng Ting is unwilling, how can he be willing? He's going to jump up and cut them with a kitchen knife.

He knows the virtues of this group of reporters best, and it is a necessary skill for everyone to praise the high and step on the low, and discredit the facts out of context.

"Are you racist? What's going on with you Koreans? Weng Tingjun took out a green card from his pocket and shook it, then immediately received it in his pocket, spoke very fluent English, and said with an angry face.

"We're going to the U.S. Embassy to sue you, no, I'm going to find Xiao Pan for justice."

"Are we Americans poor for money? Bad money? As I said, I'm the one who is responsible, and I've paid for my faults, what are you doing here? ”

Weng Tingjun pointed to the most ferocious reporter he had just scolded and scolded, "You are a bicth, are you discriminating against us Americans?" Isn't it? ”

The reporters were stunned for being scolded, they didn't know Weng Tingjun's specific identity, but they were silent when they saw Weng Tingjun's green card and fluent English.

If this involves racial discrimination, they will definitely not be able to eat and walk around, and Weng Tingjun is an ordinary person.

"What are you doing here? Are Koreans like this? Look down on Americans? ”

"You answer me? Answer me, I'll let you answer me, you! ”

The Korean reporter who was pointed at by Weng Tingjun looked disgusting with a fly swallowed, I also want to answer you, okay? But I don't know English, and even if I do, how dare I answer you? If I answer you, won't I be a racist?

"I'm so angry, how can I be so angry, you still have you, answer me...... Is it looking down on us Americans? ”

"No---- no."

"No?" Weng Tingjun was furious, "Why not? How could there not be? Didn't you just say that I took a bribe? What's going on with you Koreans? ”

"I'm going to prosecute you in the procuratorate, and I'm going to pursue it to the end."

"You ......," Weng Tingjun pointed to another reporter.

Another reporter trembled, "Sir, I'm sorry, that's not what we meant?" ”

"I didn't mean that, I asked you how much is the police station number? How much is the embassy number? ”

"Sir, I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave first, and welcome you to South Korea." The reporter was smart enough to turn off the camera, then took the manuscript out of the camera and tore it to shreds.

One person fled, and others followed suit, tearing up the manuscript and apologizing.

In the end, there was only one person left, looking at Weng Tingjun who looked like an angry lion, his mouth was wide open, and his face was full of horror.

He was the fiercest person who scolded Tiara.

"Oh Fack, are you going to the embassy with me?"

“yousonofabitch。”

"Oh, forget jì you don't understand, I'm hey Xi you # Mom, go, go to the police station with me."

"I'm sorry, sir...... I'm really sorry, I didn't mean that, I'm just targeting the perpetrators, not trying to trouble you. ”

Weng Tingjun, who just wanted to speak, sank in his heart, the reporter in front of him was really not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he was still using his words. If he hadn't been a paparazzi in his previous life, he would have been taken into the ditch now.

"Oh, Fake, you're really targeting me, go, go to the police station." Weng Tingjun pulled his arm hard and kicked him over.

The reporter's face was like ashes, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm going to destroy the manuscript." ”

"Oh Fack, you sue me sù are you discriminating against Americans? You sue me, you must sue me. Weng Tingjun looked at him very seriously.

Reporters are about to cry, I hate Americans the most, but do I dare to put this question in the newspaper?

No longer waiting for Weng Tingjun to go online, the reporter dropped the manuscript and fled.

At this time, Weng Tingjun's ears were completely quiet, he took out the green card, and muttered to himself: "Do you want to do a big health care?" ”

As soon as Weng Tingjun left, Park Ji-yeon, who was hiding in the corner, shook her pink fist violently and cheered.

"Oh hey, what's wrong with you kid."

The familiar voice, the same yin and yang weirdness as always, the white shirt that has never changed, and the red pants.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Wu Wenxuan looked thoughtfully at the departing young figure, "Do you think that the corners of his eyes are a little open, the center is a little higher, and his chin is a little sharper, is it very similar to Li Minho?" ”

“……”