There is a friend request in Kakao, a middle-aged man with the note "music-lab director Jung Hyun Eun".

Just 2 seconds after passing the application, Zheng Xuanen sent a positioning.

The language is quite capable.

"Hello Professor Wen, the company is here, when are you free, I can connect with you about the work arranged by the president."

Wen Yingheng liked this non-verbose way of chatting, so he replied directly: "Wait a minute, I'll confirm the itinerary." ”

Switch to another chat interface and expertly type your fingers on the virtual keyboard: "Are you still coming to my house today?"

"I'm so tired...... I want to think about ......"

"Need to hesitate!"

Yoo Jimin sent two voices, but Wen Yingheng listened to each one several times.

"Aunt Li Hui also runs a company in Seoul, and there are some things that I need to deal with."

The language was repeatedly organized, and in the end, all grievances were removed, and the boy explained the situation in the most concise way possible.

"Okay~ Then you're busy, then if I still have the energy tonight, I'll take Ning Yijuo to go shopping."

"Didn't you always go shopping with Winter before?" Recalling the previous events, Wen Yingheng was a little puzzled: "Is there any small contradiction in the team?"

After all, we live together every day, and even sisters can fight......

The sisters at aespa also quarreled over who farted......

"No, it's simple, Jin Minjun is not suitable for shopping."

The girl pinched her throat and carefully lowered her volume: "She's interested in eating." ”

I didn't go shopping for snacks.

"Okay, then it's decided."

…………

Apgujeong-dong, music-lab company.

Looking at the new SM building not far away, Wen Yingheng raised the corners of his mouth.

Maybe you can meet Yoo Jimin here in the future.

The fat man next to him, who looked white and clean, and wore a pair of Bolon B1367 gold-rimmed eyes, couldn't detect the president's son's careful thoughts.

He just pursed his lips and followed behind him with seriousness and restraint.

Similarly, Wen Yingheng also thinks that he can't see through Zheng Xuanen's mind.

"The first floor is a meeting room, an exhibition room and something like that," Zheng Hyun Eun trotted a few steps in front of Moon Young-heng and asked the sensor door to open in advance: "Because I have temporarily undertaken the production of SM albums recently, I have to work overtime." ”

His voice was gentle and soft, even with a little childlike lightness, in stark contrast to his serious and straight face.

"SM's album production ......" the president's son repeated the sentence, narrowing his eyes and revealing a thoughtful look: "No wonder the old man arranged it this way." ”

Zheng Xuanen was impressed by the old man mentioned by Wen Yingheng, who was the husband of the president, and just in the morning of his visit to the company, he used his super aura to leave a deep impression on all employees.

"I'll take you on a tour first, and I'll take you to the conference room later to connect with the investment plan arranged by President Li."

In fact, Moon Young-heng's appearance here was completely a formality, letting the people at Music-Lab know that he is the spokesperson of the Moon family in Seoul.

It is impossible for a person like Li Hui to directly hand over the decision-making power to Wen Yingheng, who doesn't know anything.

Therefore, it is better to say that Zheng Xuanen and other executives explained the investment plan to Wen Yingheng.

"The first basement floor is a warehouse and garage, and the second floor is a functional department and a place to meet important guests."

"The third floor is where music production, marketing, and publicity work are located."

Zheng Xuanen introduced everything in detail and pressed the elevator.

"Don't go to the second floor, let's go directly to the third floor."

Functional departments, what is there to visit.

Anyway, Wen Yingheng came with the mentality of visiting.

"There's a meeting going on on the second floor, and it's quite important."

Zheng Xuanen swiped the card and pressed the button on the third floor.

The fat man's eyes narrowed into two slits, and he didn't know whether he wanted Wen Yingheng to know about the content of the meeting, or if he didn't want him to really interfere in the company's operations.

Perhaps, this is the reason why Li Hui will reuse Zheng Xuanen.

Thinking about the potential meaning of Zheng Xuan'en, the elevator made a "ding" sound, interrupting Professor Wen's train of thought.

The number on the screen stays at "2".

Both of them glanced at each other in astonishment.

But the elevator door opened quickly, leaving not much time for the two to make eye contact.

It was only in an instant that the situation became more complicated.

"Kim Jiso......"

"Professor Wen?"

Ms. Jisoo was dressed in a black suit, carrying a Dior bag in both hands, and was stunned in front of the elevator door.

"And me."

Huang Jingxi shook her hand in front of Wen Yingheng, she was probably the least restrained of all the people present.

It's just that she dresses up as a student and stands beside Kim Jisoo, like a lonely star on a full moon night, and although she has a little light, she will not be the protagonist of the bard's appreciation.

"You two know each other, huh?"

Jung Hyun Eun quickly managed his expression and made way for Kim Ji-so with a smile.

Ms. Jisoo subconsciously followed and stood in, leaving Huang Jingxi alone to hesitate outside the elevator.

Do you want to remind her that the elevator is up.

It's just that Jisoo is the boss of Huang Jingxi, a little intern, so he bit his lip and followed in.

Very unfamiliarly squeezed in the middle of Moon Young-heng and Kim Ji-so.

Wen Yingheng just wanted to speak: "It's quite familiar......"

"Just acquaintance."

Jisoo said very flatly, not looking at Wen Yingheng with his eyes.

Furrowing his eyebrows with great concern, Moon Young-heng straightened up, and glanced at Kim Jisoo with his eyes stealthily at the height above everyone's heads.

If Yoo Jimin was here, he would be happy with Jisoo's reaction.

That girl, maybe she will quietly pinch Wen Yingheng's waist meat.

Moon Young-heng let out a breath of hot air, not knowing what Kim Ji-so was doing.

But she ...... It should have its own reason, right?

The elevator doors close and continue up.

But outside the door on the second floor, the downward button was still red.

…………

"If my brother-in-law is an Aquarius, I think I would like more plain clothes, right?"

Ning Yizhuo adjusted a down jacket from the exhibition window, pulled his sleeves and gestured in the direction of Liu Zhimin.

The name brother-in-law...... Wouldn't it be too much of a rush? But it doesn't seem to be bad, let them call it that first, and you should get used to it in advance.

Obviously calling Wen Yingheng's brother-in-law, she will have a heartbeat.

This dress is not bad-looking, the aesthetics of Ning Yizhuo's private clothes are very good......

The only problem is that there is no corresponding women's model for this dress, or similar clothes.

Because of this reason, or it may not look good to wear it yourself, Yoo Jimin has passed a lot of good choices.

Grinning dissatisfied, he looked around, and finally found a piece of clothing that Yoo Jimin liked very much in the corner.

A simple dark coat, but the version is very good-looking, she and Wen Yingheng are taller, and they will show their long legs when they wear them.

"This is very good," the girl snorted with satisfaction, rubbing the texture of her coat, "but I still have to hesitate." ”

"I've been shopping all night...... Ning Yizhuo squatted down, a little aggrieved, "I knew I was here to buy clothes for my brother-in-law......"

"Be nice, dear, and I'll make it up to you."

Yoo Jimin leaned over, rubbed her shoulders, and whispered in a soft tone, "I'm only halfway through today......