In the evening, Park Ji-sub walked on the path at the back entrance of Dongguk University, followed by Park Ji-yeon and Han Eun-jung who were chattering. Because of the popularity of Citrine Cafe and the approaching end of the year, they could not recruit waiters for the time being, so their parents did not return home until 10 o'clock in the evening.

And the task of cooking naturally fell on Han Enjing's mother, which was also an unexpected arrangement. It is also more stable, and the status of Han Eunjing's mother and son in Park Ji-sub's family.

When I got home, the table was already full of dishes. Because of Park Ji-sub's existence, the Park family's living standard has skyrocketed. Pu Fanlie was afraid that he had wronged his own pair of children, and in terms of food, housing and transportation, it was called generosity.

It's just that Park Ji-sub doesn't feel much about these, he has been reborn for almost a year, and he has no interest in the traditional Korean food, except for soup and some dishes. So usually, he is the first to finish eating.

After putting down the dishes and chopsticks contentedly and saying thank you to Han Eunjing's mother, Park Ji-sub ran back upstairs. In fact, the busiest person in this family is him.

Because of the international call for increased attention to orphans, KBS suddenly took aim at the novel "I'm Sorry, I Love You" somehow. has sent someone to contact Su Yongchang, and according to the other party's idea, it is to sell the copyright to KBS TV and let the family adapt and shoot it themselves.

It's just that Park Ji-sub doesn't know which tendon is wrong, and asks to communicate with the contracted writer of the other TV station as an author, and then he must adapt the novel himself. And also made a very reasonable request, that is, he will choose the protagonist.

So things came to an impasse, after all, KBS, as the only national TV station among the three major TV stations in South Korea, naturally will not compromise a small writer in some aspects. So...... Park Ji-sub is busy revising the script, and the drawing and knowledge of the script that he learned last year comes in handy at this moment.

A script is different from a novel, you just need to tell the story and depict it in words! Naturally, the reader will make up the picture. And if the pen is deep enough, it can also make people feel like they can't stop.

But the script is different, you need to clearly mark the scene, the time, and the state of the characters at that time. Then the director then arranges the shooting location according to the script, and then shoots according to his own understanding, and finally presents those things on TV.

In this life, Park Ji-sub is very perverted in some aspects, such as memory and comprehension. But in essence, he is still a mortal, and he still has to learn what he should learn. After all, scripts are really a very unfamiliar field to him.

At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, Park Ji-yeon walked into the bedroom and hugged each other affectionately from behind Park Ji-sub.

"I'm still writing, go take a shower, my body stinks to death." The little girl sniffed at the other party, and then said in disgust.

"Oh, you go to sleep first, I'll be done in no time." Park Ji-sub replied absent-mindedly.

Park Ji-yeon pursed her lips, jumped on the big bed with a width of one meter and seven meters, rolled comfortably, and then tilted her head to look at her younger brother who was still sitting in front of the computer. I don't know when it began, but the other party has developed a trait that can only be seen in a father, that is, a sense of responsibility.

To put it simply, now the little girl feels a special sense of security with her brother.

With a crooked smile, the girl picked up the quilt and got in, and shouted in a pleasant tone: "Hurry up and finish writing and go to bed, otherwise I will get angry." ”

Park Ji-sub let out an absent-minded 'um' again, and then his fingers became faster. Ten minutes later, he stretched out his two short arms and looked at Park Ji-yeon, who was already asleep on the bed. A very evil smile appeared on the lovely face.

If Park Ji-yeon was awake, she would definitely be surprised that her younger brother, who usually has sincere eyes and cute appearance, would have such an obscene side.

Rubbing his fingers, Park Ji-sub rummaged through the closet and washed up quickly. Then wearing the cartoon pajamas that Park Ji-yeon had to buy for him, and after checking again whether his sister really slept to death, Park Ji-sub walked out of the bedroom with light steps.

The living room was dark, and Lee Eun-joo lived downstairs, with three rooms upstairs, one for Han Eun-jing, one for their sister and brother, and one for storage. plus a large balcony, so Park Fanyeol really put a lot of effort into making his son satisfied.

Park Ji-sub tiptoed, walked carefully to the door of Han Eunjing's room, raised his hand and hesitated, and then knocked on the door.

No response......

Park Ji-sub pursed his lips, and simply slapped him vigorously with his palm. After a while, there was a messy footstep, and Han Enjing's little head poked out of the room, looking at the little guy in front of him, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night, why are you knocking on my door?" The girl was wearing a white silk pajamas, and asked very generously when she opened the door completely.

"Slave, I miss you."

Park Ji-sub's little face was a ball, and he threw himself into the other party's arms very aggrieved, and his head directly made intimate contact with the other party's newly developed twin peaks. The girl used a plant-based body wash, and it just so happened that Park Ji-sub liked the taste very much.

"Hey, what's wrong with you, Ji-yeon hit you again?" Han Enjing, who couldn't figure out the situation, subconsciously hugged the other party and asked with some doubts.

"No, I just miss you." Park Ji-sub raised his head and looked at the girl with pure eyes: "I had a dream just now, and I dreamed that a slave was married." ”

Han Eunjing pursed her lips speechlessly and pinched Park Ji-sub's little face.

"That was years later, and! Why are you sad when I get married? Han Eunjing pulled Park Ji-sub out of his arms, walked to his desk and tidied up his things.

"Because the slave's husband is not me." Park Ji-sub pretended to be innocent and said, his tone was full of immaturity, but with a little sadness.

Han Eunjing's body stiffened, and he turned his head to look at Park Ji-sub, who was already lying on his bed at some point, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Don't pretend to be tender, is it so interesting to tease me." ”

The person who can write a book like "Rights and Power" is definitely not an ordinary ten-year-old. It's just that Han Eunjing rarely names this, after all, he is liked by Park Ji-sub, and this feeling is also very good.

"I'm serious." Park Ji-sub simply got into the quilt, and said angrily: "Like is like, the more you understand, the more you don't want to watch the person you like leave." ”

"So, slave! In the future, you can't marry without my consent. Park Ji-sub found a comfortable position to lie down, and said in an unusually serious tone.

Han Enjing couldn't help but look at this boy with a serious face with a small face, turned around and turned off the lamp, walked to the side of the bed and fell asleep: "I know, if you don't agree in the future, I won't marry." ”

The girl took Park Ji-sub into her arms, stretched her body, and said lightly.

Perhaps, she herself did not know what the consequences of this sentence would bring. Because no one would have thought that this lethal boy had already begun to extend his tentacles to the big circle that was moving slowly according to history.

Park Ji-sub hugged Han Eun-jung with his backhand and kissed the other party's face while the girl was not paying attention. Han Enjing wiped her face helplessly, then slapped the other party's mouth, and began to sleep with her eyes closed again.

The world has finally changed because of my arrival - Park Ji-sub. PS: It's not that I don't have two more, but the recent era of Kavin! I've got to ...... slowly. Slowly first