Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 190 Little Pei's Thoughts

How does it feel to eat two buckets of instant noodles?
Nausea.

How does it feel to eat two pancakes?
Not disgusting, but filling.

Entering the bakery, Han Zidong didn't have any appetite at all. He just ordered two croissants and left. For him, the creamy taste was no longer so sweet, but rather greasy.

When he went back, he deliberately slowed down and did a few warm-up moves, hoping that he could squeeze out part of his stomach later.

The pancake fruit in Guro District, right? In the next suspense comic, you will have a role.

Walking to the door of the house without knowing it, Han Zidong took a deep breath, pushed open the door, changed his shoes from the hallway, and entered the living room.

On the sofa in the living room, seeing Han Zidong approaching, Pei Zhuxuan got up slowly, holding the skirt of the skirt, lowered her waist slightly, and turned around: "How is it, does it look good?"

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and poked her index finger at each other, both apprehensive and expectant.

The problem of height is a shortcoming that she can't avoid, and she doesn't know if Han Zidong, who is used to seeing long legs, can accept her... legs, after all, she can't compare to someone with long legs who has tens of millions of pen-hold shots.

Does it look good?
It's gorgeous.

Han Zidong is very satisfied, his hobbies have always been extensive, unshakable, persistent, and inclusive.

Pei Zhuxuan was clearly only wearing a pure white short sleeve and a fairly ordinary black skirt, but it conveyed a clear and lovely sweetness.

Seeing Pei Zhuxuan shyly lowering his head and waiting for the evaluation, he couldn't help but smile from the bottom of his heart.

Even though the two have kissed many times, Pei Zhuxuan still blushes when kissing, and last night when she appeared in pajamas for the first time in front of him, she couldn't let go of the whole process, and so on, her shy look really hit people's hearts .

The most important thing is that she actually wore white silk.

It feels like the blood tank has been emptied, yes...he just drank a glass of goji berry water.

Han Zidong smiled and clapped his hands: "Nao Mu, Nao Mu, Nao Mu...a pounce!"

Pei Zhuxuan raised her head and smiled, then wrinkled her nose again: "Oh, it's too perfunctory."

"Our Joohyun's beauty is so beautiful that even passing ants are shocked when they see it."

"You said it."

"Did you say it?"

Pei Zhuxuan nodded.

Han Zidong scratched his head, it seemed that he not only had to collect some classical love stories, but also sorted out some unconventional compliments.

He approached with small steps and put his arms around Pei Zhuxuan's shoulders: "Our Zhuxuan has worked hard in the world, please show your charm more in the future, and let us open the eyes of mortals."

"Mo? Am I Zhinu?" After speaking, Pei Zhuxuan couldn't help laughing: "I'm still descending."

Afterwards, the two hands seemed to be in some kind of dancing posture, and the five fingers were lightly opened, pointing back to themselves and asking: "If I am the Weaver Girl, you are the Cowherd?"

As she was talking, she suddenly clapped her hands and jumped up and down. She moved her small head in front of Han Zidong, walked backwards, and said with a big smile, "Ah, Han Zidong, you are a cowherd..."

Han Zidong looked confused, did this sister turn on some hidden mode?
Baba Baba, there are so many words, I don't give him a chance to speak at all.

"As far as my painting skills are concerned, I was at least a great talent like Tang Bohu and Wen Zhengming in the past. I'm not a cowherd who likes to steal people's clothes."

"Ehhh~"

Pei Zhuxuan gave her thumbs up and booed: "Yesterday he said that he was loyal to love, but today he has become a hooligan who steals clothes."

When the two came to the restaurant, Pei Zhuxuan sat cross-legged on a chair.

Obviously still in a good mood, she shook her head and ate the croissant she was given. Seeing Han Zidong sipping, she stretched out a piece to Han Zidong: "Eat more."

Han Zidong poked his head out and ate the bread.

"Joo Hyun, you fed me a lot of fried rice cakes last night, I may be a bit hungry now."

As he spoke, he pushed all the croissants in his hand to Pei Zhuxuan.

Pei Zhuxuan said "Oh", and then suddenly clapped her hands: "I remember someone said that if you have food accumulation, you can prick your finger with a needle."

Han Zidong quickly waved his hands: "No need, just go hungry."

Pei Zhuxuan turned a deaf ear to it, and quickly pulled on her slippers: "I remember how many needles you had here when I helped you decorate your study."

Han Zidong quickly grabbed Pei Zhuxuan: "Don't make trouble, that kind of needle can't be used to prick people, and you think you are Rong Rong, you prick me, I have to get a tetanus."

Pei Zhuxuan felt a little regretful: "Okay, next time you prepare a medicine box at home, and prepare some medicines for accumulated food."

"Ok!"

Hearing that no need for needles, the shadow that ruled his childhood finally dissipated, Han Zidong secretly heaved a sigh of relief. The country doctor's methods back then were really too crude, which left an indelible shadow on his childhood.

"Oh, so our Cowherd is afraid of needles."

Looking at Han Zidong's relieved look, Pei Zhuxuan guessed some possibility, clapping his hands and laughing hard.

"Ah, I really didn't expect that."

Han Zidong shook his head, the former little white rabbit has grown up, it is really worrying.

"Nai, Weaver Girl Xi."

"Ha~"

Pei Zhuxuan grinned wildly.

For a time, the entire restaurant was filled with magical laughter.

Pei Zhuxuan, who had laughed all morning, had a great appetite and ate more than half of the two croissants.

Pei Zhuxuan tidied up the table, quietly stretched out her hand and grabbed a finger of Han Zidong and said, "Han Zidong~"

"What are you doing, Pei Zhuxuan?"

"Can you draw me some interesting ancient poems or classic love stories from your country in the future?"

Han Zidong did not expect that Pei Zhuxuan would make such a request. It would be easy to simply draw a story without considering the background of the times. The male and female protagonists would use the two of them as prototypes, and then modify the details appropriately. They should be able to draw quite a few words in a day.

But looking at Pei Zhuxuan's big twinkling eyes, he frowned and thought for a while: "I'm a bit busy. I can draw when I can, but I can't draw out of thin air. I need someone to be a model. For example, I will do that classical makeup." It takes a long time to observe and study before you can paint vividly."

Pei Zhuxuan waved his hand: "It doesn't need to be so troublesome, you just need to draw the plot. It's better to annotate it with Korean syllables when adding Chinese characters, so that I can read it conveniently."

When Han Zidong heard it, isn't this a popular science book for elementary school students?
He smiled happily: "Ah, are you Chu Ding?"

Pei Zhuxuan pursed her lips: "Then do you want to help me draw?"

Han Zidong smiled: "Painting is fine, but you have to act like a baby until I pass."

Pei Zhuxuan withdrew her hand and said "Moya" on her mouth, seemingly refusing, but in fact the small movements on her mouth betrayed her true heart, she pursed her lips repeatedly, and raised her hands to her cheeks restlessly.

Then Fen clenched her fists and smiled: "Buying, Buying~"

After acting coquettishly, she immediately covered her face, not daring to see anyone, and fell to the side.

Han Zidong clapped his hands in satisfaction: "Dafa, not bad."

Just when Pei Zhuxuan put down his hands and sat up straight with his hair in his arms, he suddenly retracted his expression and crossed his arms in front of his chest: "No!"

"why?"

"I remember that the seniors in your company seem to have some tricks, come here."

"You thought it was an order from the restaurant, so here's another one."

"let it go."

Han Zidong made a gesture to get up and leave.

Pei Zhuxuan quickly stretched out both hands to hold Han Zidong, calmed down, and stretched out a finger: "Give me another chance."

Han Zidong sat back and crossed his arms, like a judge of some kind of competition, with a cold and heartless expression.

Pei Zhuxuan lowered her head and made some shapeless gestures with both hands, as if she was practicing. After waiting for about ten seconds, she pulled her broken hair behind her ears.

He raised his two hands to cover his face, and in the next second, the fingers of both hands moved to the palms and touched his chin: "Ouba, draw for Zhuxuan, okay, okay?"

When acting coquettishly, she still swayed her body the whole time, and finally added the previous coquettishness, and raised her two pink fists to her cheeks: "Buying, Buying."

She swore that if Han Zidong didn't pass, the place where her fist would appear the next moment would be Han Zidong's chest.

Han Zidong smiled with satisfaction and raised a hand: "Pass."

When Pei Zhuxuan heard the answer she wanted, she sat up and clapped hands with Han Zidong. After clapping her hands, she sat back angrily, folded her arms, and looked at Han Zidong with her chin raised, as if she had changed from Party B to Party A. attitude.

"Must draw me a copy every day."

Han Zidong shook his head, if he draws one copy every day, he just found a part-time job, and these works may only take one minute for Pei Zhuxuan to read, but he, the producer, takes one to two hours to draw, too troublesome.

"It's too tiring to draw one copy every day, and you must not remember it, once every three days, twice a week, how about it?"

"Okay, but you have regular weekly deliveries."

Han Zidong nodded again and again. He was very supportive of Pei Zhuxuan's ability to take the initiative to learn Chinese.

The wish came true, Pei Zhuxuan stood up very happily, her limbs and body were shaking, it seemed chaotic but there was a certain rhythm, it seemed that she was dancing some kind of dance.

Han Zidong was so satisfied with the flying skirt and the tender legs blessed by white silk, his inspiration burst out irresistibly.

He hooked Pei Zhuxuan's shoulders and walked towards the bedroom, buying some more clothes for her.

You need to buy more of what you can only wear at home, and you can’t afford less of what you can wear outside.

"Zhuxuan, buy a few more clothes when you go shopping later, so that you won't have to wear my clothes when you come here every day."

Pei Zhuxuan subconsciously wanted to refute, who wants to come here every day, but when she raised her head to look at Han Zidong, she didn't know what she was thinking, so she nodded slightly.

"Han Zidong?"

"What are you doing, Pei Zhuxuan?"

"When will you invite us to your web show?"

"What's the matter, are you in a hurry?"

Pei Zhuxuan pouted, she also wanted to use her own money to buy some gifts for Han Zidong.

Han Zidong rubbed Pei Zhuxuan's head: "Next week, next two weeks, I will start visiting major entertainment companies. Even if your SM company doesn't invite me, I will take the initiative to find you... you guys."

"Inside."

Pei Zhuxuan nodded happily.

　Thanks to Hyomin, the uncle who likes novels, and the monthly pass of the virtual world
　　Thank you Zhen Shuai, He Feng Milk Green, and Yan Luo for the monthly tickets
　　Thank you Sunny, ever for the February ticket
　　
　
(End of this chapter)