Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 216 Meeting Parents Suddenly (Part [-])

Hotel reception.

"The gentleman didn't leave his contact information," the female lobby manager said with a smile, "If the two of you have anything to convey, I can help you write it down. If there is a chance later, we will convey it on your behalf."

"Nai, please help us convey our thanks to this gentleman."

The woman with long hair took the pen and paper from the front desk, and wrote a thank you note in a rustle.

At this time, standing next to her, the bob-haired girl who had been silent all this time pulled her sleeves and whispered in a soft dialect different from the local language: "Auntie, please help me ask if their gentleman is Wearing a pair of white sneakers, there is still a shoe print on the left shoe... oh, maybe it's gone now.

By the way, he is tall and looks good when he smiles..."

"That's right, that gentleman is really tall," the female lobby manager looked at the bob-haired girl in front of her, and continued to speak in Chinese: "Speak softly... As for the shoe prints, there are still some, but not obvious."

"Oh," the bob-haired girl confirmed that the person who picked up her phone matched the image in her mind, nodded and smiled repeatedly: "Thank you!"

The female lobby manager rubbed the girl's head.

The bob-haired girl pursed her lips, as if a little embarrassed: "Then please apologize to him for me, I didn't step on him on purpose just now."

The female lobby manager smiled, it turned out that there was such an episode between the two of them: "I will."

"Ziyu, Auntie has translated it into Korean for you."

The long-haired woman waved the paper in her hand and handed it over.

Zhou Ziyu looked at the handed paper full of Korean characters, and suddenly felt dizzy, so he nodded blankly.

The long-haired woman put down her pen and pulled Zhou Ziyu up: "Let's go, your parents are still waiting for us in the car."

Zhou Ziyu glanced around and nodded in disappointment when he didn't find the target.

"What the hell just happened?"

"Aren't we going to meet people later? I'm afraid you'll run into a hurry after waiting for a long time. I didn't expect to bump into that gentleman, and accidentally stepped on him..."

"Then he has a really good temper. I'll definitely scold you if you put it on. Those are white shoes..."

Zhou Ziyu was embarrassed: "But not only did he not scold me, but he also saw that I couldn't understand Korean, so he used gestures to remind me not to run around."

"It seems that his tutor is still good."

Zhou Ziyu chuckled, showing her white teeth that were very different from her complexion: "Indeed, I feel that the people here are not as xenophobic as they say on the Internet."

The long-haired woman shook her head: "You are still too young..."

……

Han Zidong sat in the box, looking at the empty box.

I thought that Jin Yarong's family was middle-class at most, but coming to such a high-end hotel for an ordinary birthday can only show that Jin Yarong's family is indeed not weak, otherwise there is really no need to be so extravagant.

This box has a lot of space. In addition to the dining area, there is also a meeting area with several sofas on the inner side.

Although it was a birthday party, there were no decorative balloons in the box, as if it was just an ordinary party.

Less than 05 minutes before 30:10, he took his mobile phone and sent a message to Jin Yarong, informing him that he had arrived, and asked about the situation of the people attending the party.

Liu Chengcan attended the birthday party at noon, and went home to go shopping with his mother in the afternoon.The three of Pu Suzhen were also vague, and did not answer clearly whether the three of them would attend the birthday party in the evening.

And he and Jin Yarong only had four or five mutual friends. If all the people who came later were Jin Yarong's personal friends, then this private party would be somewhat boring.

Jin Yarong's news returned quickly.

"Ouba, I'll be there soon, wait for me for another 2 minutes."

Jin Yarong's 2 minutes passed quickly, and Han Zidong had just put a pair of "1024" together when the door of the box was pushed open from the outside.

The first thing that caught his eyes was a pair of white and tender feet on flat sandals. The red manicure was full of unusual charm. His eyes wandered along the long legs of condensed milk. The hem of a black sequined dress followed the owner The body swayed and swayed.

"Ouba, how's it going, does it look good?"

Jin Yarong licked the corner of his mouth and asked.

Han Zidong faithfully followed his heart: "Nao Mu Nao Mu!"

Jin Yarong was very satisfied with Han Zidong's answer, patted his small hands, and repeated the classic three-part smile.

Turning back half a step and looking at the corridor, she waved at Han Zidong again: "Ouba, come here, I'll introduce you to two people."

Han Zidong only thought that the person who came was Jin Yarong's close friend, so he put down his phone and walked over openly.

In the next second, two men and women who were about the same height as Jin Yarong appeared at the door of the box. Judging from the appearance, the two of them were definitely not too old, perhaps even younger than the Huang Xuanchang he had met in the afternoon, but the two It is absolutely impossible for people to be friends with Jin Yarong, a girl in her 20s.

Taking a closer look, Jin Yarong's eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to the two of them, and now he is a little baffling.

"Let me introduce, this is my father and mother..."

After introducing his parents, Jin Yarong trotted over again, and naturally took Han Zidong's arm: "Abba, my mother, this is Han Zidong, your writer, and my most precious person."

After she finished speaking, she was still a little embarrassed, and hurriedly lowered her head, hugged Han Zidong tightly, and shook Han Zidong's arm.

Abbababa...

Who am I, where am I, what am I going to do...

Han Zidong has to admit that even in his previous life, his most magnificent moments were meeting his parents.

Fortunately, Jin Yarong's mentality is not as fragile as before. It seems that Jin Yarong's parents are not the hard-to-talk old-fashioned Antonian school. Sy, nice to meet you."

Jin's father just nodded with a gentle smile, and Jin's mother waved at Jin Yarong, but she couldn't take her eyes off Han Zidong at all, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Let's stop standing at the door and sit inside."

While Jin Mu was speaking, she turned and closed the door of the box. Han Zidong responded, and hurriedly turned sideways to make way for the space.

Mother Jin was very talkative, she walked arm in arm with Jin Yarong and said, "I heard that you are from Xia... and the only child in your family."

"Inside."

Han Zidong replied dryly.

The four were seated.

The mother of Jin's eyes moved between Jin Yarong and Han Zidong who were opposite: "I heard that Yarong kept it from you the whole time, but seeing the two of us suddenly, are you frightened?"

Terrified indeed!

Han Zidong raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, but Jin Yarong was one step ahead of him, holding a tissue and gently wiped off the sweat on his forehead.

"Nai, the main reason is that uncle and aunt are really too young..."

Noticing the tense corners of Han Zidong's mouth, Jin Yarong also answered: "My father and my aunt are completely childlike..."

"Nei, that's right, Tong Yan."

Han Zidong nodded approvingly, raised his hands and pointed at Mother Jin and said, "Auntie is really beautiful."

Jin's father glanced at Han Zidong, then raised his finger to Jin Yarong: "Your girlfriend is also very beautiful."

Han Zidong was slightly stunned, looked at Jin Yarong leaning on his shoulder, and finally replied: "Of course."

Jin Yarong waved his hands, giggled and fell into Han Zidong's arms.

Mother of Jin shook her head and watched as Jin Yarong slid under the table: "Let the hotel change to a smaller table later, so the four of us can have a light meal together."

Han Zidong hugged Jin Yarong's shoulders and helped her up: "Then I'll go to the front desk to say hello, uncle and auntie, please sit down first."

Father Jin nodded and got up: "Thank you for your hard work."

Walking out of the box, Han Zidong let out a long breath, and strode towards the front desk.

After explaining the situation at the front desk, the lobby manager immediately promised that someone would deal with the matter later, and then the female lobby manager handed him a thank you letter.

Just as he had guessed, the owner of the phone was that dark little girl, but how could he care about such trivial matters, he folded it and stuffed it directly into his trouser pocket, and didn't even listen to what the female lobby manager said. .

He returned to the box again, and Jin Yarong was sitting next to Mother Jin, biting his ear, when he saw him coming in, he trotted over immediately, and pulled him to sit next to Mother Jin.

Asi!

"Hello Auntie."

"Our writer is very famous recently. Many parents around me are using your example to encourage their children. As a foreigner, you must have worked very hard when you just came here..."

"There is indeed a little difference, especially the differences in language and living habits..."

Mother Jin continued: "Fortunately, you have survived, and the road will be much easier in the future."

"Inside."

"I usually have any hobbies," Mother Jin paused, "except painting."

Han Zidong thought for a while, he seemed to have no serious hobbies other than drawing cartoons, but he obviously wouldn't say that.

"When the weather is nice, I like to ride around the city on my motorcycle."

Jin's mother was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that a comic writer would like to play with motorcycles, but Jin Yarong pushed Han Zidong with a smile: "My mother told me that riding a motorcycle would kill me."

"Well... I usually ride very steadily, and rarely do that kind of high-risk action, which is relatively safe."

Han Zidong explained with a smile.

Mother of Jin smiled: "Nai, can you drink? Yarong and her father's drinking capacity is too poor, we will drink more later."

Before Han Zidong could answer, Jin Yarong leaned over: "Ouba's drinking capacity is Chuding, worse than me."

Han Zidong chuckled twice: "It's not that bad, as long as I don't drink bomb wine, my alcohol capacity is not bad."

Jin Yarong turned his head to look at Han Zidong: "Ouba, don't force yourself."

Mother Jin looked at Jin Yarong and Han Zidong's hands intertwined, and said angrily, "Our Yarong usually has a jumpy mind and is a bit reckless. You have to take care of her."

"My mother?" Jin Yarong was instantly unhappy: "I'm very ladylike. It's just that Ouba likes girls who love to laugh, right?"

Han Zidong nodded.

Mother Jin looked at her daughter a little worried: "But you are too excessive, too lively, aren't you?"

She looked at Han Zidong and continued to criticize Jin Yarong: "It's true that you like cheerful people, but there is no one who laughs like you..." Jinmu also imitated her voice: "What's the 'three-segment smile', you The disconnected rhythm of the laugh was too severe."

Han Zidong really laughed this time. He thought that Jin Yarong's temperament was because he was spoiled by his family, but his affection was hereditary. Jin Yarong's family atmosphere is really good.

Jin Yarong pouted: "My mother, why are you like this, you three eat, I'm going back."

Han Zidong patted Jin Yarong's back in relief, and Jin Yarong became quiet.

At this time, Jin's father, who had always been quiet, raised his head and asked, "Honestly speaking, have you been frightened by Yarong's quacking laughter?"

Han Zidong shook his head, looked at the playful smiles of Jin Yarong's parents, and continued to explain: "Because my creative process is relatively boring, so I like the occasional noisy environment.

Sometimes when I get stuck in my mind, I will go to the train station to listen to the sound of the train passing the rails. "

Father Jin seemed to be afraid that his daughter's image would be too good, and continued: "Not only the laughter, but also the reaction from the hand, sometimes it's like beating someone."

Mother Jin also followed her husband's words to perform a two-person show, patting Father Jin's shoulder lightly with one hand: "Hit it twice, and touch it at the same time."

Han Zidong clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "That's true."

Jin Yarong's face was flushed, and he retorted weakly: "Father, my mother, why are you like this!"

Father Jin and mother Jin's close conversation narrowed the distance between the four of them, and soon, bursts of laughter came from the box.

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