Jeon Bo-lan sat quietly in the corner, looking at Park Ji-sub, who was talking to Jeon Hyo-sung. The girl's eyes glanced at her chest, and then at Quan Hyo-sung...... I sighed helplessly in my heart.

People are more popular than dead people, according to the content of the conversation between Park Ji-sub and Jeon Hyo-sung. The girl was about sixteen years old, and she was still a virtual age. But because the hair developed so well, Quan Baolan puffed out his face and was unwilling to think.

Park Ji-yeon and Park Hyo-min held hands and looked at Park Ji-sub with disdain in their frowns. This was the first time, and the two of them couldn't remember. As long as it is a beautiful girl, Park Ji-sub will shamelessly go up and take advantage. Relying on his cuteness, plus being able to speak, I don't know how many girls have been rubbed by this guy.

However, at present, Park Ji-sub still behaves very well, at least he is not like a ** man, jumping up to find comfort in other people's arms.

On the contrary, Han Eunjing and Zheng Xiuyan behaved very plainly, and Han Eunjing couldn't control Park Ji-sub, so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable with herself, so she didn't see it. As for Zheng Xiuyan, the girl doesn't care at all! What can a thirteen-year-old kid do? Just that stuff with thick nails?

Jung so-jung and Seo Hyun are curious, because Park Ji-sub is taking advantage of him, and he rarely shows his identity with such fanfare.

"Are you really Citrine?"

After a brief conversation and exchanging some information with each other, Quan Xiaosheng asked again without giving up.

"You can be me, no!" Park Ji-sub's harmless face with a little smile on it, said indifferently.

"Okay, but the person who can write that kind of novel is such a cute boy." Jeon Hyo-sung, who accepted the facts, sighed, and the girl whose worldview was impacted felt that she had lived for more than ten years in vain.

However, this sense of loss only lasted for less than ten seconds, and it turned into curiosity. She clubbed her chin in her hands, her fleshy face was crumbled, and asked in a low voice, "Then who are they?" ”

The girl asked vaguely at the girls who were sitting on the side, playing their cards or chatting.

"Friend, very good friend." Park Ji-sub smiled, this girl is really as bold as the legend says.

"Well, can I be your friend? When I go out in the future, I say that Citrine is my family, which is a good feeling. Quan Xiao Shengle said without taboo.

This time it was Park Ji-sub's turn to be speechless, maybe only at this age, such an atmospheric girl can speak so without brains. And Jeon Hyo-sung, who didn't realize how stupid he was when he said this, still looked at Park Ji-sub with expectant eyes.

"I like to make friends, especially with pretty girls." Although there is a sense of comical in his heart, Park Ji-sub's expression is still pure conscience.

"Hehe, so I'm also a pretty girl?"

Hearing this, Quan Xiaosheng laughed, she patted her chest that shook up and down with her body trembling, and said happily.

"Mm-hmm, slaves are pretty girls." Park Ji-sub's eyes shook and he suppressed the urge to pounce.

Park Ji-sub, who is accustomed to borrowing his appearance to take advantage, knows very well that even if he pounces on it now, Jeon Hyo-sung will not be angry, but will think he is cute! It's just that what Xiao Zhengtai is trying to do is not cheap for a while, what he wants is Quan Xiaosheng's whole person.

"No wonder you can write so many novels, your little mouth is so sweet." Quan Xiaosheng's smile became brighter and brighter.

For now, there are many girls who look good when they laugh, but when they laugh, they can still make people feel very harmonious, and it seems that the only girl in front of them is the one in front of them.

Then Park Ji-sub stopped talking nonsense, and according to Jeon Hyo-sung's request, he signed a blessing to the other party wishing that the other party would definitely become a big star, and the conversation between the two came to an end. Feeling that the time was almost up, Jeon Hyo-sang was about to say goodbye after saying hello to a row of onlookers and getting to know each other.

"My friend is still waiting for me downstairs, and I'll come back to you next time I have time." Quan Xiaosheng first bowed and showed etiquette, and then said very generously.

"Sorry, slave! I'm going abroad in a few days, and it may be a while before I come back. Park Ji-sub said with regret on his face.

"Then I'll give you my mobile phone number, just call me when I get back." Quan Xiaosheng was stunned for a moment and said happily.

"Yes, I'll see you next time! Chest full of slaves. Park Ji-sub happily took out his mobile phone and wrote down the other party's number, sent the other party out of the door and waved and shouted.

"Boobs?" A puzzle flashed in the eyes of Quan Xiaosheng, who was about to go downstairs, these two words seemed to be the pronunciation of Chinese.

But after looking at Park Ji-sub, who was saying goodbye to himself, Jeon Hyo-sung left these two words behind him and said goodbye happily! disappeared into the hallway.

"The next time we meet, it's time for me to take charge of your destiny." Seeing the other party disappear, Park Ji-sub's face disappeared in an instant, turning into an evil smile. After muttering softly, he was pulled into the house by Park Ji-yeon and Park Hyo-min.

After a while, the voice of Jung so-kyung pleading, Park Ji-yeon's roar, Park Hyo-min's cheering voice, and Park Ji-sub's wail were intertwined and came out. Han Enjing covered her forehead and wanted to go up to dissuade her, but found Zheng Xiuyan holding her arm.

Quan Baolan on the side covered her mouth and looked at the farce in front of her with a chuckle! Seo Hyun looked at Park Ji-sub, who was beaten by Park Ji-yeon, with a curious face. Maybe it's because she's naturally sensitive, she always feels that Park Ji-sub doesn't really hurt, but has a kind of fun in it.

On the other side, Li Zhixian, who was spending New Year's Day at home, was called into the study by his father, and the two father and daughter talked for more than an hour before they walked out with a smile. It's just that Lee Ji-hyun's smile looks very natural, while her father's smile looks very stiff.

Anyone who is threatened by his own daughter will not be in a good mood.

Su Yongchang's house! All the affairs of the Knight Publishing House have stabilized, and Su Yongchang, who has slowly begun to hand over the trivial matters to his subordinates, has begun to prepare for Park Ji-sub's plan with all his might.

If the thirteen-year-old boy succeeds, then Knight Press will become the top publishing house in the whole of Korea. It can even be transformed into a media company, and the pound is worth more than the Korean won, Su Yongchang, who was packing up the documents, thought silently in his heart.

In the evening, after taking a bath after a hard day's work, Park Ji-sub got into the quilt according to his habit, habitually hugged by Park Ji-yeon, habitually turned over, and kneaded the girl's chest.

"Ji-sub, can you not go to the UK?"

Wu, Park Ji-yeon's faint voice came, which made Xiao Zhengtai, who was helping Park Ji-yeon grow, stunned.