Since the establishment of the studio, the living environment of Quanbaolan has been comprehensively improved, in order to be able to let this girl practice without distraction, Li Tingyu has spent a lot of effort to arrange trivial things for her.

Professional housekeepers help take care of housework, travel is basically picked up by Li Tingyu, and half an hour is set aside every day to exercise and maintain figure. In a word, he just raised Quan Baolan as his own daughter, and it can even be said that he is more careful than his own daughter.

In the small apartment, Quan Baolan wrinkled her little face, staring at the ugly cake in front of her in a daze. After a long time, she suddenly came to her senses, flipped over the lid of the box, and saw a row of words printed on it.

"Happy birthday, slave!"

Quan Baolan held the lid in a daze, with a hint of surprise and some inexplicable emotions on his face.

Since last year, Quanbaolan has been persevering...... It's been persistent! She was afraid that Park Ji-sub would not understand, and she was afraid that when she returned to China again, the two would be strangers. Sometimes, Jeon Baolan can't help but want to give up everything and go back to China to explain it to Park Ji-sub. But the sudden arrival of the studio made her understand that Park Ji-sub cared about her. It's just that the two still don't have any contact......

Jeon Bo-lan can understand why Park Ji-sub did this, because she understands that she is not as strong as she seems. When one's persistence is broken by a small event, it will be difficult to continue.

"I'm going back...... I don't care, I'm going back. ”

Quanbaolan carefully put the lid of the carton, turned around and began to pack up the clothes, and after a brief tidying, he picked up his mobile phone and prepared to make a booking call. But just as she was about to call, a call came from her mobile phone.

"Strange calls." Quan Baolan frowned and looked at the incoming call, and directly pressed the rejection.

Now is not the time to say this, she wants to go back to China! Go back and see Park Ji-sub. Just when Quan Baolan wanted to dial again, the strange call came again, she waited for the phone number angrily, bit her lower lip and pressed the connect button viciously: "Who are you, it's okay to call me." You're sick. ”

"Slave, it turns out that your tantrum voice is so cute."

A familiar and unfamiliar voice came, and Quan Baolan was holding his mobile phone stupidly. She was always digging into the familiar voice in her memory, afraid that she would forget. But suddenly after hearing. She found that it didn't look like the sound she remembered.

"Why don't you speak, angry?"

With a little hoarse and a little ridiculous words, Quan Baolan suddenly came to her senses, and she hurriedly replied, "I ......"

"I'm missing you a little."

There's so much to say. But Quanbaolan found that only this sentence could explain its current state of mind.

"I miss you too." Park Ji-sub's happy voice came, which made Quan Baolan's eyes suddenly sore, and tears couldn't stop staying.

Sensing his abnormality, Quan Baolan hurriedly covered his mouth and tried his best to hold back the sobs so as not to be heard by the person on the other end of the phone. It's just that some things are hard to stop, and it's hard to hide from people who care about them.

"Slave, you're crying......" Park Ji-sub's voice suddenly became a little low and said, "I'm tired of you." ”

"No, it's not tiring...... Every day is fulfilling, and it's a time to be still. Feeling a little lost. Quan Baolan choked up and said.

"My fault, I thought it was for your good, but I found myself going too far."

There was a wry smile on the phone, followed by a somewhat dejected voice: "Slave, if you ...... If ......"

"Teacher, what are you doing?"

Park Ji-sub's hesitant voice was interrupted by a sudden strange noise, followed by a roar. Jeon Bo-lan's expression became panicked, and there was only one person who could be called a teacher by Park Ji-sub, Lee Sun-hee.

"Ji-sub, think about it carefully, it's halfway to go back to China now." Lee Sun-hee's admonishing voice came from the other end of the phone.

Quan Baolan held the phone tightly. His expression became nervous, and if Park Ji-sub and Lee Sun-hee clashed, then his reputation in South Korea would definitely be hit. Even if Park Ji-sub can offset these through his talents, he will be labeled with a name that does not respect the teacher.

Outside the apartment. Park Ji-sub lowered his head and held the pay phone and stared at Lee Sun-hee.

"Teacher, aren't you afraid that I will hate you?"

"I'm afraid, but I'm even more afraid that you will waste yourself because of this in the future, and it will also harm Baolan." Li Shanji said calmly.

"Desolate. Isn't it just the pressure from the outside world, I chose this path, and I was never afraid. Park Ji-sub sneered and said with a sneer.

"What about Sapphire Blue, have you ever thought about her. Her parents, her relatives and friends, unless you decide to make Sapphire your personal belongings, then I didn't say that. Li Shanji said unhurriedly: "When the time comes, either of you will not be able to hold on, and you will regret it." ”

"I ......"

"If you want to walk the street with Sapphire in the bright light and be recognized, then I advise you not to be impulsive." Li Shanji said with a soothing expression.

On the other end of the phone, Jeon Baolan sat stupidly on the edge of the bed, she finally understood why there were these agreements, and why Park Ji-sub would not contact her.

"Ji-sub...... Ji-sub, can you hear me? Quan Baolan, who came back to his senses, hurriedly shouted: "Don't argue with the teacher, did you hear ......it?"

"Slave!" Park Ji-sub picked up the phone, stared at Lee Sun-hee and replied in a low voice.

In fact, if Quan Baolan can not be an artist, then he and the other party will not have any obstacles, who will care about you as an ordinary person. But if Quan Baolan chooses to embark on the road of artists, whether it is him or her, both of them are public figures, and the pressure of public opinion can be imagined. Six years older...... Coupled with his current age, this is something that cannot be hidden.

As for Li Juli, her father as a parliamentarian doomed no one to dare to report this kind of news. That's why she was able to mess around with Park Ji-sub unscrupulously, because people didn't care about these at all.

"I've received your wishes, a year at most, just a year!" Quan Baolan endured the throbbing pain in her heart and said softly: "When the time comes, I will have the strength to make the media dare not report." ”

Park Ji-sub listened to Jeon Baolan's words in silence, and the root cause of all this was that he was not strong enough. He gritted his teeth, resisted the violent impulse in his heart, and whispered, "I know." ”

"Well, after returning to China, I will agree to whatever you ask." Quan Baolan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and said slowly.

"Hmmm......"

Park Ji-sub smiled sadly and replied lightly, "Slave, wait for you." ”

Lee Sun-hee watched the two talk, and it wasn't until Park Ji-sub finally compromised that she finally breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how much Park Ji-sub hates her now, in a few years! When Quan Baolan can stand on the stage and hold hands with him in the open, this kid will understand her hard work.

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