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Beyoncé is gone and has been in Korea for five days! After a trip to Namsan Tower, I went to Chungmuro, made a face on the three major TV stations, expressed my love for Korea, and sang a few songs...... So Quan Baolan cried.

"Hey, it's just a black girl, slave! Don't be sad. ”

In the nanny's car, Park Ji-sub squeezed Jeon Baolan's little hand and said comfortingly.

"Ah, can you respect people." Quan Baolan's little face puffed up, wiped the tears on his face and said angrily: "She came to Korea to cheer me up...... What kind of eyes do you have, all right! By the way, I'd like to see you......"

"I'm angry if you do this again."

Seeing that Park Ji-sub's expression was full of playfulness, you continue, I'll listen! But I was just going to laugh, and the girl couldn't say any more.

"People are Americans, and it is impossible for Asians to recognize them so simply." Park Ji-sub said earnestly.

"I know, I'm just sad, no." Jeon Bo-lan glared at Park Ji-sub angrily, and his little temper was wantonly.

"You're the biggest, you're casual."

Park Ji-sub finally reacted, he was actually reasoning with a woman. And this woman seems to be in a relationship with him, and he finds that his emotional intelligence has just fallen to negative value.

The outside world is boiling over the discussion of Jeon Baolan and Park Ji-sub's relationship, but the inside of Citrine.P is calm and terrifying. Approaching the Spring Festival, there is only one Lee Joon-gi in the company who is considered an official artist, in addition to the people related to him who are still working, even the trainees have begun to apply for holidays and go home one after another.

Inheriting the traditional Spring Festival model, the bustling city of Seoul enters the deserted time of the year, and the surging flow of people on the streets disappears, and everyone is in a hurry! Or carry a large bag and get ready to go home for a big reunion on this important holiday.

Park Ji-sub naturally couldn't break this law, and after sending Jeon Baolan home, he returned to his old house in Dongdaemun. The two-storey building has already been bought. Han Enjing didn't go home for the New Year this year, so she ...... Park Ji-sub's father somehow learned the news and called the mother and daughter over in the name of excitement.

Park Hyo-min was ignored by his parents as always, so naturally he would not go back to Seoul.

And so. Originally, in the reunion year of a family of four, there were three more people. As soon as Park Ji-sub walked into the house, he was startled by Park Hyo-min, who suddenly appeared.

"Isn't it pretty, hey! This is something I made to order. ”

I saw the girl wearing a traditional hanbok and her hands on her chest. made a New Year's greeting gesture, and shouted loudly with a thief smile: "Uncle said I was dressed beautifully." ”

"Well, pretty!" The corners of Park Ji-sub's mouth trembled, this girl is already beautiful, is it necessary to need recognition so much.

"Cut, the words are not right, hypocrisy." Park Hyo-min grimaced, turned around and ran towards the kitchen, and then there was an angry scolding from Han Eunjing.

Park Ji-sub rubbed his face, everyone wants to be comfortable during the New Year. His New Year is tossing to death.

"I'm back, come and sit down, and we'll have a good chat."

Park Fanyeol sat on the sofa, and the women in the room were preparing dinner, as well as the things needed for tomorrow's Chinese New Year's Eve.

"Abba, what's the problem?" Park Ji-sub felt a sigh in his heart, he didn't seem to have done anything excessive.

"Quanbaolan, is it real or fake?" Pu Fanlie frowned, and said with a serious look in his eyes: "You know more than an old man like me, and you are also measured." But I don't want you to treat yourself like a commodity. Do you understand what I mean? ”

"Sapphire Blue will come tomorrow to pay New Year's greetings!" Park Ji-sub rubbed his nose and said sullenly.

Park Fanyeol's cheeks trembled, he opened his mouth, and stared at Park Ji-sub with a strange expression for a long time. Only then did he say helplessly: "You are also a great writer, how can you ...... Hey, a share! Abba is not against you, it's just that you can ......"

Seeing that Park Ji-sub seemed a little dissatisfied, Park Fanyeol hurriedly explained. It's not that he's afraid of his son, but he cares about the other party's emotions. After all, this is Park Ji-sub's first time in love. As for puppy love. Park Fanyeol has long since looked at his son as a fourteen-year-old.

"Abba doesn't like Sapphire Bluen?" Park Ji-sub furrowed his eyebrows and asked suspiciously.

"It's too small to have children." Park Fanlie was a little interested and said: "I said that you don't want Enjing, Xiujing's skeleton is big, and her appearance is also thoughtful!" At first glance, it is a statue of Wangfu. With so many choices, you ......"

Park Ji-sub's fingers trembled, the vision of the older generation is relatively unique. He smiled bitterly, and finally understood why Han Enjing appeared at home for the New Year, it was really terrible!

"I know, Abba will definitely be able to hold his grandson in the future." After Park Ji-sub finished speaking, he went upstairs.

Park Fanyeol raised his hand, and then put it down again, he stared at Park Ji-sub's back for a long time, and finally shook his head and whispered, "Let's talk about it in two years!" ”

Back in the room, Park Ji-sub looked at the furnishings that had not changed, the desk, computer, and bed sheets, all of which were full of novelty! A smile crossed his face. Perhaps at one time, he felt a little strange about the couple. But now, the satisfaction of being cared for has made him feel an inexplicable belonging.

"Home ......" Park Ji-sub leaned on the bed, looking at the ceiling and whispering.

"Ji-sub...... Hey, a share! Ji-sub, we're all so busy that you're lazy here. ”

Park Ji-yeon's babbling voice came, pulling Park Ji-sub out of his suddenness, he turned his head to look at Park Ji-yeon in a red and green hanbok, and before he could speak, he was pressed on the bed by the girl.

"What, miss that little girlfriend of yours?" Park Ji-yeon rode on Park Ji-sub's belly, and her hands were still stained with water droplets, which were imprinted on Park Ji-sub's face: "Hey, it's so warm!" ”

"Slave, you're going to make me cold like this." Park Ji-sub protested with a wry smile.

"It's best if you have a cold, Baolannu, who accompanies you all day long, she's twenty-one, you might as well spend more time with me." Park Ji-yeon puffed out her face and shouted coquettishly, "I don't want to think about who grew up with you." ”

"Let's sleep in one room, slave." Park Ji-sub said earnestly.

"So what, the people are here, the heart is there!" Park Ji-yeon pinched Park Ji-sub's face with a resentful face, pulled left and right and shouted angrily: "Is my girlfriend important or am I important, say it quickly!" ”

"Slaves are important." Park Ji-sub shouted in a vague tone.

"Then my wife is important or I am important." Park Ji-yeon nodded in satisfaction, let go of Park Ji-sub's eyes, narrowed into a slit with a smile, and asked again.

"Isn't a slave a wife?" Park Ji-sub said with a look of course.

Park Ji-yeon was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and kissed Park Ji-sub on the face: "Well, count you through!" But I have something to tell you...... Grace Oni seems to know about my relationship with you. (To be continued.) )