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Chapter 199 This Man Obviously Sleeps Early, But His Dark Circles Are Excessively Heavy

marry?

"Cough cough cough."

Han Zidong wasn't pretending, he was indeed frightened and choked, coughing violently, and bent over.

Pei Zhuxuan was a little flustered, trotted to the dining table, brought a pack of tissues, pulled out two tissues, wiped the corners of Han Zidong's mouth and nose, and said distressedly: "Why are you so careless."

Han Zidong glanced at Pei Zhuxuan, why was I so careless, how did you say such a thing, if you didn't suddenly say that you want to get married, would I have choked?

Noticing Han Zidong's gaze, Pei Zhuxuan pursed her lips: "Are you unwilling to marry me?"

Han Zidong held Pei Zhuxuan's hand: "It's not that I don't want to, but that if you get married, it doesn't mean that you will get married..." He had just explained a few sentences, but was interrupted by another cough: "Think about it, we The two are multinational couples. If we want to get married, will we hold the weddings in Xiaguo and Peninsula respectively?

Is it necessary to meet the parents, let the family members come forward, and coordinate the time of the two relatives and friends?
Adding up all the trivial things, even if we start preparations now, I think it will take three to five months. You can get married if you want, and you have to meet at least two times before getting married. Fang's parents. "

Seeing Han Zidong seriously thinking about the details of the wedding preparations, Pei Zhuxuan covered her mouth and smiled: "Who is going to marry you, and I will debut as an artist, and I will marry you when I can't dance anymore. "

Han Zidong breathed a sigh of relief. It's not that he didn't want to marry Pei Zhuxuan, but that their identities changed too quickly.

Although the love period in the previous life was only three to five years, it can be regarded as having two relationships. In this life, we can’t just get married as soon as we come back. After all, there are some things that couples do together, and it’s not the same as couples do together.

"Then I won't wait for you. Let me tell you that I have already started studying parenting courses, and when may I have to go on a field trip and study."

"Not waiting for me?"

Pei Zhuxuan hooked Han Zidong's neck: "Then tell me who you are waiting for, is it Kim Jae Kyung or Jin Yarong?"

Han Zidong had a headache right away, so he shouldn't have mentioned this: "I'm just kidding, wait for you, wait for you, just wait for you to get better."

"That's about the same," Pei Zhuxuan smiled with satisfaction: "Wait for me, I'll get the mask and hat."

Seeing Pei Zhuxuan leave quickly, Han Zidong brought the mobile phone on the dining table.

As soon as the phone was turned on, notifications rang continuously, and missed calls, text messages, and Kakao messages were even more exaggerated than when he went in last time.

After a cursory glance, there were more than a dozen calls from strangers among the missed calls. Looking at it this way, his number had spread too much, and he really needed to change it.

The latest text message is from Jin Yarong. She said that a lot of media gathered downstairs. Fortunately, the police officers helped persuade them to leave, so their cars were parked farther away, and they had to move a certain distance from time to time. After he woke up, Give her a call back as soon as possible.

"Honey……"

Pei Zhuxuan walked over slowly and put a hat on him.

Han Zidong squeezed out a smile, looked Pei Zhuxuan up and down: "Does our Zhuxuan still hurt?"

Pei Zhuxuan smiled and shook her head, then wrinkled her nose again: "Mi Yanai, I won't do it tonight..."

"Ah..." Han Zidong was a little surprised: "Aren't you going back tonight?"

"I was going to go back, but I thought about going back like this, you..." Pei Zhuxuan thought of the shy scene last night, but couldn't continue, and changed the topic: "But, don't you miss me? Do you want to stay?"

"Who said that?" Han Zidong's eyes lit up, "I wish you could live with me every day!"

"However, Joohyun, there seems to be a reporter downstairs..."

Han Zidong scratched his head, looking very troubled.

His words really surprised Pei Zhuxuan: "Mo... Moragul? Why?"

"It seems to be for the sales performance of Lezhi Comics. You also know that in just 5 minutes last night, the sales of the first four works broke through 1.19828 million. Now twelve or three hours have passed, and the sales performance will definitely rise by a new level. steps."

Han Zidong explained in this way.

"But... people also want to be with you..."

Pei Zhuxuan turned around and kicked the legs of the dining table.

"I know," Han Zidong hugged Pei Zhuxuan from behind: "I'll come back as soon as I go, you give me 10 minutes, no, it's 15 minutes."

"……All right."

Pei Zhuxuan squinted her mouth, there are reporters downstairs, she is really not suitable to appear with Han Zidong: "Then you come back quickly, we have to draw the follow-up comics together."

As if receiving amnesty, Han Zidong nodded hastily: "I'm not going anywhere today, I'll just stay with you."

"Ani, don't you still have to go to the company in the afternoon? Just come back early in the evening, I'll cook for you..." Pei Zhuxuan smiled shyly at this point: "Noodle soup."

"Yes yes yes, very scary noodle soup."

"You're asking for a fight again, aren't you?"

Han Zidong ran to the bedroom, and Pei Zhuxuan chased after him angrily.

Three to five minutes later, the neatly dressed Han Zidong and Pei Zhuxuan chatted and laughed all the way, and walked towards the door.

After waving goodbye to Pei Zhuxuan, he left directly. After walking two steps, he heard footsteps. Looking back, it was Pei Zhuxuan who followed.

Pei Zhuxuan didn't know why she just wanted to follow Han Zidong, even though she knew that he was just going downstairs to buy breakfast, she couldn't help following him, and she kept comforting herself, one more small step, just one small step...

From the entrance, the doorway, the corridor, until Han Zidong completely disappeared at the corner of the stairs on the next floor, she reluctantly looked away.

When she couldn't see Han Zidong, she just felt empty inside, as if a very important part was missing there.

In fact, when she asked Han Zidong if she wanted to get married, she really wanted to marry Han Zidong for a moment. As long as Han Zidong agreed to her on the spot, she could give up any dream, any stage...

……

Han Zidong made many turns and detours, and finally saw the girl's day nanny car on a street corner.

Pushing open the car door, five ardent gazes shot at him in an instant. He subconsciously rubbed his neck and tightened his clothes.

"Ouba," Jin Yarong waved at him happily: "Get in the car, the car has to move, otherwise it's easy to be caught."

Han Zidong nodded and got into the car, and closed the door. Just as he fastened his seat belt, the car started and left the place.

"Ouba (Korean writer), Chuka Hamida!"

All four members of Girls' Day congratulated him.

"Nei, gou no!"

"Ouba, hey, your pancake fruit, and goji berry and red date water."

Hearing the word "water", Han Zidong subconsciously coughed twice: "Ah Yarong, let's forget about today, but don't give me pancakes from now on."

Jin Yarong rarely refuted: "Guess."

Han Zidong nodded, thinking that a hidden danger had finally been removed, but before he was happy for two seconds, Jin Yarong's next sentence made him want to cough a little bit.

"Then what do you want to eat tomorrow?"

He wants to die.

Han Zidong's face was bitter: "Yarong, I have to wake up at seven o'clock every day, which is too early for me."

Jin Yarong felt aggrieved. She got up so early every day to go to the beauty room to do makeup, and had to travel so far to buy breakfast. She was even rejected by others: "But you obviously go to bed at ten o'clock every day."

Ah...this.

I really didn't expect that the perfect excuse all along would backstab him, Han Zidong smiled: "Think about the plots of my comics every day, isn't it very nerve-wracking, of course I have to rest more."

"Ouba turned off his phone before nine o'clock last night," Jin Yarong pointed at Han Zidong curiously and said, "But why are your dark circles still so heavy?"

Han Zidong was a little helpless, but Jin Yarong seemed extraordinarily sharp today.

"I turned off my phone so early last night because I kept getting harassing calls, and I was actually just sketching out a new comic character."

"Is it the heroine of the autistic movie?"

Han Zidong was too busy making biscuits to explain, so he replied vaguely, "Yes."

"Ouba, eat slowly."

Jin Yarong took out a wet wipe and wiped the corners of Han Zidong's mouth: "I said I would buy two, but you don't want it, don't you think you are very hungry?"

He's not hungry, but he's in a hurry.

Han Zidong really wants to cry but has no tears. Is today his water against the sun?
Glancing at the other three members, it wasn't the same as yesterday, this time the three members were awake the whole time, and they didn't mind Jin Yarong's overly intimate behavior?

What about the ban on girl group dating?

"Ouba, have you seen your sales performance?"

Han Zidong finished his pancakes, took another sip of wolfberry water, and nodded his head. He took a special look at him on the way here. Xing, your grades are quite explosive. I am afraid that next year "Today's Us" will really have to carefully consider whether to award it. Star you a trophy.

After thinking for a while, he also chatted about serious matters: "You have to hurry up and conceive the character design of that school idol-themed manga, I heard that Zaijing seems to have completed two first drafts.

Next week, the new version of Lezhi Comics will update the fan module to host fan fiction and comics. At that time, your comic character designs will not only be published on Ins, but also be published to the fan module of Lezhi Comics for the audience Voted by us and our readers. "

"Ouba," Jin Yarong leaned over and whispered, "Then can you give me a little hint, just a little bit."

Han Zidong coughed, and pinched Jin Yarong's index finger and thumb: "Don't make this gesture next time, it is said that this gesture is easily offensive."

Jin Yarong's face brightened: "Then you promised me?"

"For the sake of pancakes... When I go back, I will send you some settings. You look at the painting and remember not to say it, especially don't tell Zaijing."

After eating the biscuits and drinking wolfberry water, Han Zidong patted the driver's seat and said he wanted to get out of the car.

The car slowly stopped at an intersection, and just as he opened the door, Jin Yarong stopped him: "Ouba, you haven't forgotten what happened on Tuesday, have you?"

Han Zidong thought for a while, isn't it his birthday, and nodded: "I will be there on time, and you can let me have a good rest in the next two days, okay?"

"Okay." Jin Yarong pouted: "But you must be there on Tuesday."

Han Zidong didn't know why, not just today, since he said he would attend the other party's birthday, Jin Yarong would mention her birthday almost every time they met, as if Jin Yarong was worried about him when he broke the appointment before.

"You can rest assured."

After bidding farewell to Jin Yarong and his group, on the way to the bakery, the phone in his pocket rang again.

Glancing at the caller, he directly pressed the connect button.

"Oppa~"

"Guess, Sulli."

"Ouba, didn't you say last night that you wanted to thank Hora Oni and the others in person? I brought them together for you. Can we meet at Itia Cafe this afternoon?"

Han Zidong was stunned for a moment. When he came out of the shower last night, he did answer Cui Xueli's phone call. At that time, he did say that he wanted to thank those female artists who had been helping to promote Xingyou since the beginning of its launch, but he didn't. Thought it would be today.

When he didn't answer, another female voice came on the phone.

"Nim, writer Han, I heard that you, like Do Minjun, will cut off most of your work on weekends, so don't tell me you don't have time to come."

"..." Han Zidong was silent, and after a long time, he answered, "Okay, then let's meet at two o'clock in the afternoon, is that okay?"

"OK, see you this afternoon."

"..."

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