Originally, everyone thought that this airborne "second generation" was just coming to MBC to have fun, and during the two-day working day, few people had anything to do with Wen Haoran.

In addition to Yi writers, Kim PD.

In the afternoon, the staff handed over the tables of the ratings of the previous episodes of "My Knot" to Wen Haoran, and Wen Haoran could naturally focus on selecting a few couples for targeted understanding.

Wen Haoran's serious appearance is naturally in the eyes of all the other staff.

Tilting his head and looking at the already empty teacup, Wen Haoran got up and took the teacup and prepared to go to the lounge to pour tea.

Before I could get there, I heard a faint voice from inside......

"That Wen PD seems to be very serious, and it doesn't look like he's here to have fun, and at noon I saw Wen PD and Jin PD seriously discussing something when they were eating, and Jin PD's expression was very serious."

"Speaking of which, Wen PD is young, and he is also very serious in his work, and he is also very generous."

"Knowing people and knowing faces but not knowing their hearts, it may be that it was like this for the first three days, and after three days, the original form was revealed."

"No, it looks like Sven, and he has always been very polite, it's rare for a foreigner to come to South Korea and behave like this, he should be a humble person." ……

No matter where it is, there will be gossip, even if it is a state-owned TV station.

Wen Haoran coughed lightly twice, and then walked into the lounge.

A few of the staff inside were a little panicked.

Hurriedly bent over towards Wen Haoran, "Wen PD is good." ”

"Hello seniors." Wen Haoran also nodded, still smiling, but it relieved several nervous staff.

He poured a cup of tea, and then walked out, still with a slight sound behind him......

It's just that Wen Haoran just blew the tea that was still steaming, and then took a sip.

sat down in his seat and started watching variety shows again.

If you want to change or innovate something, you must first understand it on the basis of understanding, and Wen Haoran is now seriously understanding "My Knot".

The day passed as simply as that.

Wen Haoran took the materials and put them in his handbag and returned home.

For Wen Haoran, once he accepts any task, he will be the first time and want to complete it with the highest efficiency.

I went home and soaked a bowl of pull, then opened my hand, and then watched "My Knot" carefully in the study.

The ramen is already too big to eat, and the night sky outside the window is shining with stars.

Wen Haoran's slender fingers clicked the mouse from time to time, and then pulled the progress bar, repeatedly watching what might be useful to him.

After all, he not only needs to give a report to the Kim PD, but also needs to set a story template for the new CP, and naturally needs to learn from some other CPs worth learning from.

"Whew~" Wen Haoran stretched his waist, turned his head to look at the ramen next to him, got up and threw it into the trash, and touched his somewhat empty stomach.

I was about to go out, but it was the tablet that made a pleasant sound.

Tapping twice, looking at the familiar faces on the panel, Wen Haoran opened the door directly, and he himself walked out of the study and walked towards the living room.

Krystal walked into the room with a cold face and a slight hesitation.

Around the corner, Wen Haoran saw Krystal and asked casually, "Is there something wrong?" ”

Then he sat on the sofa, crossed Erlang's legs, and turned on the TV.

"Wen Pdxi, I bumped into you last time, and I want to thank you for sending me back, and then invite you to have supper, are you free?"

Speaking of these things, Wen Haoran's brows jumped lightly a few times, as if he remembered the appearance of being spit all over his body by this chick. He said angrily, "That...... krystal: yes? ”

Looking at Krystal and nodding slightly, Wen Haoran continued, "First of all, I think I should be younger than you, so you can't always take you with you when you talk, right?" And I'm at home now, you can call me by my name Wen Haoran, and you don't have to wear an honorific title, thank you. ”

"Uh......" krystal seemed a little unsure how to answer, but he didn't expect Wen Haoran to focus on these things that shouldn't be a big deal, shouldn't he say if he was free first?

"It just so happened that I forgot to eat dinner and I'm going out too. Since you're in for a treat, let's go. Wen Haoran stood up and put on his shoes when Krystal was stunned.

Looking at Krystal, who didn't seem to have reacted yet, Wen Haoran said with a little dissatisfaction, "What are you doing?" Aren't you going to treat me to a late-night snack? Why don't you invite me to eat ramen at home? ”

Krystal hurriedly shook his head.

In fact, to apologize today, half of it was the agent's request, and half of it was her own wishes, after all, it was indeed troublesome for Wen Haoran that day.

Sitting in Wen Haoran's car, Krystal seemed a little silent.

"Krystal, since it's an apology, you shouldn't just say something? And then make the atmosphere a little more cheerful? ”

Listening to Wen Haoran's words, Krystal was a little flustered, "I'm sorry. ”

Wen Haoran reached out and stroked his forehead, "I'm sorry what?" Forget it, looking at your Ernie appearance, I guess you're almost an iceberg, so let me say it. ”

"I'm sorry about Ernie."

"In Korea, do you always need to say sorry?"

Krystal turned his head and looked at Wen Haoran with clear eyes, "I'm sorry because I really feel sorry." ”

Wen Haoran shrugged his shoulders, but in his mind, he thought, "This environment is different, and even chatting is a difficulty." ”

After a while, Wen Haoran asked, "By the way, what are you going to treat me to eat?" ”

"Wen P......" Seeing Wen Haoran turn his head to look at his eyes, krystal immediately changed his words, "Wen Haoran, what do you want to eat?" ”

"There are more snacks here."

"Dongdaemun's Square Market."

Wen Haoran nodded and started the navigation directly, after all, he still didn't know much about the road section in South Korea.

Dongdaemun's Square Market can be said to be the place with the most Korean snacks, and the variety of snacks does give Moon Haoran, who has a new feeling about Korean food that stops at kimchi, rice cakes, and barbecue.

"It seems that there are not only a few kinds of Korean food." Wen Haoran looked at all kinds of food, and always felt that his stomach was rumbling.

Krystal looked careful to press the brim of his hat, then lowered his head slightly.

Wen Haoran may also have found that it seems that this kind of occasion is indeed a bit too much for artists.

After ordering some rice sausages, spicy fried rice cakes, walnut dim sum, and some fried snacks, Wen Haoran pulled Krystal out of the square market after packing.

"Why don't you eat it inside?" Krystal looked a little embarrassed, he was pulled out of the market by Wen Haoran in a hurry just now, and he hadn't reacted yet.

Wen Haoran looked at Krystal, then looked at the crowd of people coming and going, shook his head, and then directly drove the sports car and reversed the Han River Bridge.

Pull the car to the side and open the window, and the air that should have been scorching hot has been adjusted by the air conditioning in the car to become very cool.

"Come?" Wen Haoran handed a string of fried chicken wings to Krystal.

Krystal seemed a little dignified, and she didn't know whether to pick it up or not, although she said that she was in for a treat, but when she was packing, Wen Haoran paid directly, and then pulled her away.

Causing Krystal to look embarrassed.

"Hurry up, my hands are sore."

Krystal hurriedly took it, and Wen Haoran took a few more tissues to Krystal, "You artists should pay great attention to appearance." ”

As for Wen Haoran himself, he ate it in a big gulp, but he was very careful not to let the oil splash onto the car, as for his clothes?

What's the matter?

The cool breeze is blowing, the beauty is on the side, and the original poetic picture just looks at the rough movements of the man in the car, as well as the food in his hands, which destroys all the artistic conceptions.

It's just that no matter how beautiful the picture is, it's not as important as filling your stomach.