The blazing umbrella was high in the air, the light was scorching, the road was scorched by the scorching sun, and the feet stepped down with a string of white smoke. But at noon, Causeway Bay is still full of people.

After waiting and waiting, Weng Tingjun looked at the Casio cheap watch in his hand, it was now 13:30, which was half an hour beyond the time agreed between Park Ji-yeon and him.

Beautiful women always have privileges, and Weng Tingjun also showed his due demeanor, but he was really stuffy this day, and after waiting for half an hour, the shirt on his body was already soaked with sweat. Sweat was sticky on the wound on his right arm, and his handsome face looked paler than ever.

"Thunder Monkey."

Monkey you...... Weng Tingjun closed his mouth, turned his head to look at the boy in front of him, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

A pair of torn bell bottoms hidden under a wide Jordan shirt, a hip-hop hat on his head, and a slight neutral makeup on his face, completely lacking the radiant appearance on the stage, like a handsome guy immersed in HP. She didn't wear perfume on her body, and she had a little girlish fragrance on her. The eyes are born with God, and this will look like a "pure man".

If it weren't for Park Ji-yeon's appearance deep in his mind, Weng Tingjun would almost not recognize it.

"Brother, I'm sorry......" Park Ji-yeon stuck out her tongue, "I avoided my agent's brother and avoided the Hong Kong reporter, so I was late." ”

The atmosphere in the hotel was a bit solemn, and she didn't want to stay for a moment, but they were eventful now, so she deliberately painted a more neutral makeup, which was too late after confusing the public.

Hearing this, Weng Tingjun felt a pang in his heart, caring about how to make up for You Feiran and Zhao Yanlun killing each other, and he completely forgot about his own situation. Park Ji-yeon is still vigilant in such a situation, what about him?

The paparazzi in Hong Kong are notorious, if they fall into the eyes of those who care, he Weng Ting is not dead? What about the consequences? Zhou Shuchen said it easily, but Weng Tingjun could imagine that Zhao Yanlun was ruthless.

When Tiara was kidnapped, this ruthless man dared to attack him in public, and even killed an unrelated Japanese boy. And in the memory left by his predecessor, Zhao Yanlun was one of the black hands who destroyed the Weng family.

This is one of them, and the second is that if he and Park Ji-yeon have a private meeting, what kind of slander and attacks will Tiara encounter? Third, if the caterpillar-like woman knew, how would that explanation?

Weng Tingjun took a deep breath, thanked in his heart, flicked her hat, and said with a smile: "Who called you a beautiful sister, and I have only just arrived." ”

Park Ji-yeon's face blushed, and then she tilted her head to look at Weng Tingjun, thinking that she felt that her brother was no stranger in the hospital, and at this time her brother did not apply red potion to his face, this suspicion deepened, "Brother, why do I feel as if I have seen you somewhere?" ”

Weng Tingjun's heart trembled, his mood was relaxed, but he lost his vigilance, "Right? What's that called? Oh...... Lee Min Ho, a lot of people say he looks like me. ”

Hearing her brother say this, Park Ji-yeon thought deeply, "Aha! It's really like it's good. ”

"That's why my brother will feel close when he sees you, and my biggest worry when I go out is being mistaken for Lee Min Ho's brother." Weng Tingjun said again, it's just that he told a white lie, after all, he still has the instinct of the paparazzi in his body, and he is immune to celebrities.

Park Ji-yeon suddenly realized, so it was, no wonder the first time I met my brother, my brother was so natural, and there was no sense of alienation at all.

Successfully diverting the attention of this dinosaur, Weng Tingjun rubbed her head, and said softly with his eyes: "Let's go, I'll take you to dinner first." ”

No matter how hard Park Ji-yeon tried to hide it, the tiredness that couldn't be hidden in the corners of his eyes was still captured by him.

"Eun." Park Ji-yeon lowered her head in embarrassment, she was indeed hungry at this moment.

……

The hustle and bustle is the easiest to blur people's vision, so Weng Tingjun did not take Park Ji-yeon to afternoon tea, but came to the snack street in Causeway Bay.

Under the Huayang miscellaneous, the street food in Hong Kong is very colorful, and the little dinosaur cautiously followed behind Weng Tingjun, and saw rows of colorful snacks, and his eyes couldn't help but shine.

In his previous life, Weng Tingjun was most willing to run the news in Hong Kong, and Hong Kong was also half of his hometown.

"Brother, I'm going to eat this." Park Ji-yeon couldn't help it, pulled the corner of Yung Tingjun's clothes, and nailed her eyes to a pot cake stall, completely reluctant to look away.

Weng Tingjun supported his forehead, and today he finally learned the true character of Tiara's strongest foodie.

"Comrade, the porthole cake is very good, buy it twice for your brother seven."

"Then come twice."

"Yes, comrade...... Do you want to have some mung bean soup to relieve the heat? ”

Seeing that the stall owner's uncle pointed to a pot of mung bean soup, Park Ji-yeon nodded like a chicken meter by meter.

"Okay!"

Eating pothole cake and drinking mung bean soup, Park Ji-yeon still refused to leave, she took out the Hong Kong dollar that she exchanged for huàn when she got off the plane, stretched out her hand and gestured to six.

The uncle was at a loss, "Do you want to come twice?" ”

"No, it's going to be six more." During this time, Park Ji-yeon listened to Luo Yuhao's arrangement and worked hard to learn Chinese, although Luo Yuhao did not disclose why he learned Chinese, Park Ji-yeon always thought that there was no harm in learning more, simple Chinese dialogue was still easy to learn, but Su-yeon's sister was more powerful.

Weng Tingjun's face was full of burden, but he still helped Park Ji-yeon carry it very graciously.

"Why do you buy so much, there are still so many things you haven't eaten?"

Park Ji-yeon quickly inhaled the mung bean soup and said contentedly, "I don't want to eat it myself, I want to share it with my sisters." ”

Weng Tingjun's mouth moved, and he subconsciously said: "Tiara's situation, haven't you thought about giving up?" ”

Park Ji-yeon's eyes under the brim of her hat dimmed, and then her eyes became brighter, "I've thought about it, but no matter how willing, my sister is still insisting, and I have no reason to give up." ”

Weng Tingjun sighed, but he was impressed by Park Ji-yeon in his heart.

The sun was too scorching, and it was crowded, and there was a bad smell in the air, so he thought for a while and said, "Let's eat first and find an ice room to sit in for a while." ”

Park Ji-yeon is very well-behaved.

came to an ice house not far away, and gathered indoors to drink afternoon tea in twos and threes, talking about the Matthew fuck, discussing that Hong Kong sister's dinner was too expensive, and everyone was in the clouds. Very much in line with the characteristics of afternoon tea in Hong Kong, Weng Tingjun spent a lot of money to ask for a simple small box.

Park Ji-yeon took off her hat, her shawl-long hair fell openly, her face was densely covered with dense beads of sweat, and her facial features were more three-dimensional under the invasion of sweat, Weng Tingjun couldn't help nodding in her heart, no wonder some people said that she was very similar to Kim Tae-hee, but Park Ji-yeon also had the youth and flamboyance that Kim Tae-hee did not have now, and at this time the little dinosaur was eating pot cakes very quietly.

"Are you worried about tomorrow's concert?"

Park Ji-yeon shook her head and nodded.

"What's the answer?" Weng Tingjun smiled bitterly and couldn't help pinching Park Ji-yeon's new tender and #greasy pretty face.

After all, this kid is only 19 years old this year, right? There is no delicate desire that a nineteen-year-old should have, but with a little depth of a mature adult.

Park Ji-yeon raised her head, looked at Weng Tingjun with sparkling eyes, and said word for word: "Brother, can I cry for a while?" ”