Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 169 Scamming and Brought a Woman Home Again?

Yushui Cave.

While humming the tune of "secret love song" casually, Kim Jae Kyung shook his head and followed Han Zidong's side.

After singing once, she frowned and sighed: "It's really beautiful, but it's a pity that I can't sing with you."

Han Zidong laughed when he heard it: "Based on the relationship between the two of us, you can cover this song at will, and I guarantee you unlimited interpretation rights."

Jin Zaijing smiled and clasped his hands under his chin: "Moving~"

Han Zidong laughed twice, and hurriedly waved his hands and said: "Don't make trouble, this is not your style, Kim Jae-kyung, or the ruthless urban elite is more suitable for you."

"Mo?"

The smile on Jin Zaijing's face disappeared in an instant, and she had no interest at all. She gouged out Han Zidong's eyes and walked away angrily.

But soon, she regretted it again.

Looking at the gate in front of her eyes, she couldn't help but flatten her mouth. Why do they live in such a close dormitory?

"Okay, see you tomorrow!"

Han Zidong waved goodbye to Jin Zaijing, wanting to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

Jin Zaijing pursed his lips, leaned forward involuntarily, stretched out his hand, and helped Han Zidong tidy up his clothes.

At the same time, she also seriously warned: "When you go back, remember to drink more water... Rest on time... And don't practice after you go back, so as not to use your voice too much."

"It's okay." After singing for two hours, Han Zidong really didn't take it to heart: "I'll go to the convenience store on the way back to buy some dry goods like chrysanthemums and fat sea, and soak them in water to drink."

"Okay, then I'll go back."

"See you tomorrow then!"

After Han Zidong finished speaking, he ran away without giving Jin Zaijing time to reply.

The weather here is really getting colder and colder. It seems that we will have to go out for a walk less at night in the future.

With his figure as the center, rays are emitted outward, and finally all the rays converge in a pair of eyes about 1.68 meters high.

Jin Zaijing looked resentfully at Han Zidong's figure completely disappearing, and then he looked away and walked towards the dormitory.

She had just made a decision, and when she returned home, she burned that shit love movie, and said that literary boys like cute girls, but it didn't work at all, but it really pissed her off!
Recalling the day's get-together, she couldn't help but think of the MCD live broadcast at night. Although Han Zidong might not have noticed at the time, she saw Yura's "confession" completely.

"That should be a confession?" Jin Zaijing asked himself.

……

Han Zidong trotted all the way, and when he passed by a GS25, he went in and bought some snacks and a few cans of heated coffee.

Holding a cup of coffee can to warm his face, he walked quickly towards the house, when passing by a small alley, a small voice stopped him.

"Ouba... Oppa?"

Han Zidong turned his head following the sound: "Who is it?"

At this moment, a shivering woman in a long padded jacket walked out from the shadow of the alley.

Despite being covered by a mask, he recognized the other person's identity immediately by virtue of his figure: "Yura? Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to wait for me at the door first?"

"Ouba, but there is a police car downstairs~"

Jin Yarong stomped his feet quickly, apparently a bit frozen.

Han Zidong didn't know what to say, so he beckoned: "Let's go, go to my side to warm up first."

Jin Yarong walked over obediently with long legs and walked over quickly.

Han Zidong handed over a can of hot coffee: "Just use it as a warm baby, you are too stupid, even if there are police downstairs, you can go to the nearby restaurants and cafes to wait for me first."

Jin Yarong tore off his mask, didn't say anything, just smiled silly, and at the same time clutched the strap of the shoulder bag with his right hand.

The two walked forward quickly. Halfway through, Han Zidong took out the access control card: "You go in first, and I'll go visit the policemen. Remember to open the gate for me later."

"Inside."

Jin Yarong accepted the access control card with a smile.

Han Zidong nodded, and turned to the police car on the side.

In such a cold day, he has to stand guard to ensure his safety, even if it is to make the other party feel less resentful when he is on duty, or try his best, he should go to thank this group of police officers. .

When he approached, a police officer in the car obviously noticed him, sat up straight immediately, and pushed the dozing colleague next to him.

Afterwards, the two police officers hurriedly got out of the car as if welcoming the leader, and bowed down to say hello to him: "Hello, Writer Han."

Noticing that the two were both patrolmen, the expression on his face didn't change much. Sure enough, the bottom patrolmen were the toughest. He smiled and handed over the plastic bag in his hand.

"Thanks for your hard work, both of you, this little coffee and snacks will be a supper."

One of the older patrolmen hurriedly waved his hands: "Writer Han, I really don't need it, this is what we should do."

Han Zidong grabbed the other party's hand and forced it over: "In our country of Xia, there is no reason to take back gifts given out."

"You... this..."

"Take it, there were two Laos before I moved."

"I really dare not take it, but we will do our best to ensure your safety."

The two patrolmen stood at attention together and saluted Han Zidong.

Han Zidong smiled and patted the other person's shoulder: "Nai, Kang Sang Mita, see you tomorrow!"

He walked quickly towards the door, and just as he stepped up the steps, a woman tightly covered opened the glass door from the inside.

Han Zidong smiled helplessly, and didn't even want to turn around to see if the two policemen had come over. At this moment, he just wanted to ask Jin Yarong, since you wanted to enter the building quietly, why are you so sloppy now? out?

As he entered the lobby on the first floor, he immediately had an answer.

The landlord standing beside him was looking at him in surprise.

He nodded politely to the other party, and he took Jin Yarong upstairs quickly.

The landlord who stayed where he was was shaking his head. Why did this child bring the woman home again? It seemed that he was neither the same child nor the same size as the porcelain doll before.

Alas, as expected, the artist really cares too much!
Han Zidong, who was labeled as a "playboy", called it unlucky. He brought a woman who was tightly covered at night to go home with him. I really don't know what the landlord will think of him.

Jin Yarong said with his hands behind his back: "Ouba, your landlord looks at me so strangely!"

After all, it will be ten o'clock soon, let alone him, I think you are surprised, okay?
While entering the password to open the door, Han Zidong changed the topic: "Why do you have to come over so late? Aren't you going to participate in the recording of KBS "Music Bank" tomorrow?"

Jin Yarong followed Han Zidong all the way in, looking at his residence curiously: "Ouba, your house is really clean, even cleaner than our dormitory."

Suddenly, she glanced at a half-open box on the table, and one of the transparent bags contained a set of stockings!
Han Zidong also noticed the stockings, he quickly walked over to put them away, and at the same time smoothed things over: "These are vein stockings."

"Purple vein stockings?"

Jin Yarong's face was full of disbelief: "And there are lace!"

Han Zidong covered his face, he was already considering whether to bury Jin Yarong.

Jin Yarong licked the corner of his mouth: "I can understand, in fact, everyone has some little hobbies, but transvestites..."

"Okay, I'll show my cards."

He would rather be a pervert than a transvestite. Han Zidong raised his hand and confessed: "Actually, I am looking for inspiration. You also know that your plot is about to enter a new chapter. I don't have physical contact, so it is difficult to describe it." That delicate emotional state.

At least it's hard for me to draw that kind of plump stocking legs..."

Jin Yarong shook his body with some embarrassment: "Then do you want me to put it on for you to see?"

"..."

　Thank you Xuanyuan Aokong for the monthly pass and reminder!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)