All nine of them are adults, and no matter what their thoughts, most of them have tried this kind of 'fast food' love. It's over, it's not as exaggerated as the death or life in the TV series, at most it's just a low and dull and sad feeling. After tidying up and adjusting and putting into a busy schedule, after a long time, I have no other thoughts except for feeling a little embarrassed when I am working again.

Lee Soon-gyu is also one of them. How can a girl not have a spring, this also has the illusion of the 'White Horse King', and has tried it. Basically everyone present knew that although they didn't know the process, as far as they knew, it wasn't once or twice.

Although there was no good result every time, and there was a time when they showed reluctance, that kind of heartbroken look, they also saw it in their eyes and felt distressed.

However, this is originally a choice, and it cannot be said who is wrong or who is right.

Looking back now, the performance was a bit similar.

Hwang Mi-young glanced at Kim Taeyeon thoughtfully, combined with some recent events, she had some guesses in her heart, and she kept her mouth shut. Lin Yun'er, who was on the side, was a little embarrassed and exclaimed, "Sunny Ernie ......"

"What are you talking about? It'll be fine after a while......" Zheng Xiuyan raised her eyebrows, a little, and only then did she feel a little heartless when she said it, and then she hurriedly added.

"I'll adjust, wasn't it the same last time?"

"......" Everyone was speechless for a while, just staring at Zheng Xiuyan strangely.

"That's what it was!" I was uncomfortable being looked at like this, muttering and emphasizing my theory without heart or lungs. In her opinion, it was just another experience, and there was no need to worry.

When the matter came to this, no one had the heart to frolic, and several people began to take a bath and prepare for rest in a predetermined order.

Kim Taeyeon was rarely in front of a few people, and went back to the room alone, sitting at the head of the bed and stupefiing her mobile phone, her face a little tangled, and she bit her lip from time to time.

"Click!"

At this time, the sound of the door opening suddenly sounded, and Lee Soon-gyu, who had changed into pajamas, wiped his hair and walked in, and when he saw Kim Taeyeon sitting at the head of the bed looking at him, he looked stunned, sat directly on his bed, and asked, "Why didn't you go to the bath!" ”

"Today is the last ......" Kim Taeyeon put away the mobile phone that was about to send a message a little sullenly, looked up and replied, pursed her lips, a trace of resoluteness flashed on her delicate little face, and suddenly asked, "Is it because of Myeongshun oppa?" ”

Lee Soon-gyu's hand was sluggish, and the scene he saw at the concert appeared in his mind again, his hand holding the towel tightened, his fingers and face were faintly pale, and he bowed his head and was silent.

Lee Myung-soon, who was far away in South Korea, naturally did not know what was happening in Japan, and he was now sitting opposite Park Ji-ho, who had suddenly arrived.

"The approval from the U.S. side has been given!" Park Zhihou took a sip of the teacup, his old face was wrinkled, his face was full of puzzlement, he blew on the hot air from the tea, and asked with a frown, "Mingshun, what do you think...... Why should you give up your U.S. citizenship? ”

Li Mingshun flipped through the information in his hand, paused, and shrugged his shoulders with helplessness, "It's just to make less trouble......

"Trouble?" Park Zhihou was stunned, and muttered a little incomprehensibly.

"Inside!" Li Mingshun nodded, put the piece aside, sighed and said, "It's because of the tax issue......"

Park Zhihou was stunned, and he vaguely understood in his mind.

"There are a lot of things left behind by the master. Such a large amount of inheritance, although it has been managed by you a few years ago, has not been paid in terms of taxes! ”

"It's been so long, and things have been going up in value...... This is a complete bad debt, and if I accept it, I will inevitably have to fight with the tax department. ”

"If I still have American nationality, I guess I will have to deal with their overseas departments."

"I don't want to get involved in a lawsuit!"

Li Mingshun said this is not empty words. In fact, in his memory, the U.S. behaved as a fucked up on the taxation of foreign nationals.

As we all know, the income of people who work overseas is generally taxed according to the country of income, and then reported to the tax department of the home country.

Of course, this is true all over the world. But there is a strange thing in this.

When he was reborn, Li Mingshun once saw such a news on the Internet. If an American citizen sells a house in the UK, he or she only needs to pay transaction tax to the UK according to international regulations.

But afterwards, the United States suddenly informed him that he had to pay taxes to the United States, and the whole person was Spartan at that time. It's just that if you sell a house, you have to pay two taxes, so naturally you don't do it.

As a result, he was directly sued in court.

Regardless of who is right and who is wrong in this matter, Li Mingshun himself doesn't want to provoke this matter anyway. Therefore, after Park Zhihou took out Li Ergou's legacy, he decisively returned the only regular.

"Then Mingshun, your nationality ......" A touch of joy appeared on Park Zhihou's face, he was happy to see that Lee Myung-soon could join South Korea, and he was just about to organize a sense of verbal persuasion, but he was interrupted.

"Anyway, if you have the right of residence, it doesn't matter if you are naturalized or not!" Li Mingshun shook his head, not very concerned. He really wanted to talk about joining the Celestial Empire, but it didn't seem to be open to the application system over there, even if there were. Moreover, he is a human being in two lives, and he doesn't care much about nationality.

Anyway, living freely is more important than anything else.

"Really...... We are ...... Republic of Korea," Park Ji-hou showed concern, persuading him with a broken mind, like a salesman.

Li Mingshun shook his head helplessly, pushed over some of the plan materials that had been sorted out recently, and interrupted with an apologetic face, "This is the plan for the future, now I will come forward, it is a little inappropriate, please be old!" ”

Park Zhihou stopped talking, just said a little too much, couldn't help but take a sip of tea, picked up the piece and looked at it, a few big characters printed on it made him stunned, and then frowned, put down the teacup in his hand, and looked at it with a solemn face.

Li Mingshun didn't speak, while drinking tea, quietly waiting for him to finish reading, and then asked.

"How?"

Obviously, he didn't come back from the plan that shocked him, Park Zhihou still looked dizzy, and when he heard it, he was stunned, and opened his mouth to ask in confusion.

“mo？”

Li Mingshun pointed to the plan in his hand, "About this!" ”

Park Zhihou frowned, looked pensive, nodded, shook his head again, and said with some caution, "Spread it big...... Funding is hard! ”

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