Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 219 So What If It Happens Again ([-])
The two long legs dangled leisurely, and drank the wine in the glass. Jin Yarong put down the wine glass, stretched out both hands to hold Han Zidong's left hand, and put it on his lap.

"Didn't you say that you haven't read it carefully? I will show you (,, ω)ノ" (っω｀.) now. "

Glancing at the dazzlingly beautiful pair of white and tender legs, Han Zidong thought of Xiao Pei's legs for no reason, and for a moment his hand was as stiff as a stone.

Jin Yarong pouted, stretched out a hand to grab Han Zidong's wrist, and gently brushed his thigh.

"(,,ω)ノ"(っω｀.) Well, it doesn't cost money anyway. "

Too much!

Feeling the smooth and tender touch like silk, Han Zidong's heart was agitated, and he could not help but chirp with his left hand. Compared with Xiao Pei's legs, Jin Yarong's legs were much rounder...

Jin Yarong smiled lightly, and she guessed it right. Han Zidong really likes long legs the most...

Han Zidong only felt a force hooking his neck, causing him to lean forward, and then his eyes were completely dark.
Three seconds later, his eyes briefly returned to light.

Hmm... It seems that what the mother-in-law said is correct, Jin Yarong is indeed something no one else has.

孽 孽!
Anyway, he is also a strong body, he really can't bear the overly enthusiastic greeting.

He poured a glass of wine, tilted his head back and drank it down.

After drinking a glass, he still felt thirsty, so he picked up the glass again, but before he poured out the wine, Jin Yarong held his face in both hands, and moved his head closer, so close that he could feel the heat of each other's breath.

"What kind of wine to drink? Is my legs not long enough, or are they not big enough?"

Han Zidong swallowed his saliva and put down his wine glass. If he didn't have the last bit of reason in his mind, he would definitely go upstairs with Jin Yarong in his arms.

Jin Yarong stretched out his two hands in a funny way, grabbed Han Zidong's two hands, and put one on his lap.

Han Zidong felt that he might have a terminal illness. Whenever he got excited, his hands would block all the signals and act on his own.
One West!
At this time, he couldn't help thinking: "What if what happened just now happened again?"

"Hey... Ouba is a pervert (0) wolf."

Jin Yarong clapped his little hands in satisfaction.

Han Zidong withdrew his hands awkwardly, but the touch around his fingertips lingered for a long time. If this continues, he might really have to do something out of the ordinary.

Jin Yarong brought the wine bottle and two wine glasses, kicked off his shoes, and knelt on the sofa.

"Ouba, let's drink."

Han Zidong took the wine glass and took a sip.

Jin Yarong stretched out a hand and said, "Let's play the finger folding game."

The so-called finger-folding game is to stretch out one or two hands, and then each player takes turns to say a condition. The player who meets this condition folds a finger, and whoever folds his finger first loses.

Han Zidong stretched out his right hand obediently, and let go of it, and asked with a smile, "What is the prize for the game?"

Jin Yarong tilted his head and thought for a while: "The winner can complete any skinship, and the loser cannot refuse."

"make a deal."

Jin Yarong waved his small hands: "I'll come first, and those who are taller than 175 will get one."

Han Zidong lowered his index finger and said at the same time, "The one with long hair will break one."

Jin Yarong pursed his mouth and lowered his thumb: "Then... those who like long legs will get one."

Assi, it's too much, without personal attacks.

Han Zidong glanced at it: "People with big chest muscles can get one."

"Ah," Jin Yarong giggled, and didn't forget to get up halfway and hit Han Zidong: "How can there be someone like you..."

She lowered her index finger and continued to attack: "If you have a girlfriend, break one."

Han Zidong silently folded off a finger.

Seeing Han Zidong fold a finger, Jin Yarong licked the corner of her mouth happily. This was a subconscious action when she was happy.

"The person with the big face breaks one."

"Yeah~"

Jin Yarong reluctantly broke one: "Bad guy~"

"Anyone who has published comics will get one."

"Anyone who has made a song will break one."

After four rounds, everyone has only one little finger left.

In fact, the winner of this game has already been determined before it starts. There is no way, as long as the finger-folding game is played by two people, unless the starter does not want to win, he will definitely win.

"Anyone who likes me will break one."

Han Zidong withdrew his little finger without hesitation.

Jin Yarong clenched his fists and said, "I won!"

Han Zidong raised his hands and gestured, which meant that he was at his disposal.

Jin Yarong got up halfway and pushed Han Zidong down. Just as she was about to lean over, she seemed to remember something and ran towards the dining table.

Tilting his head and watching Jin Yarong run to the dining table with bare feet and bring mouthwash and a paper cup, Han Zidong only felt that he was destined to lose another person.

Both of them were a little drunk, but actually the feeling of kissing was really ordinary, it was more of the throbbing in the heart, the restlessness of the hormones.

Han Zidong hugged Jin Yarong's body, kissed Jin Yarong completely according to his instinct, put his arm around the other's back, and slid down his waist with the other... Perhaps what the mother-in-law said was not as good as Yarong, but a pretty peach?

I don't know how long it took, until he lost consciousness after kissing his lips, Jin Yarong reluctantly separated from Han Zidong, and lay on the sofa leaning on Han Zidong's shoulder.

The little hand drew a heart shape on Han Zidong's chest, and she asked, "Ouba, do you want to go upstairs with me?"

Han Zidong smiled and shook his head, not to mention that he couldn't accept Jin Yarong for the time being, even if he really wanted to sleep with Jin Yarong, it definitely couldn't be today.

How can there be any reason to open a house immediately after confirming the relationship in front of their parents? He sees it as his son, and will definitely scratch him when the time comes!

The two were tired of drinking for a while, and Han Zidong called Father Jin and asked him to come down to pick him up.

When Jin's father and mother saw him, among other things, they put on a smiling face the whole time. Jin's mother even invited him to have a drink together, invited him to Daegu as a guest, and let him go upstairs with Jin Yarong on his back.

Outside the suite, Jin's father and Jin's mother looked at Han Zidong with satisfaction: "It's okay, why don't you just stay here for one night?"

Han Zidong shook his head: "It doesn't matter to me, I carried Yarong on my back."

Father Jin patted Han Zidong on the shoulder: "If you have the opportunity to go to Ulsan, let me do a good job."

"Nai, then I'll take my leave."

Before leaving, Mother Jin held Han Zidong's hand and patiently told her, "Be careful on the road, go home directly, don't run around, and send us and Yarong a text message when you get home."

"Inside."

After Han Zidong went downstairs, he left the hotel straight away. When he stepped out of the hotel gate, a gust of cold wind made him shiver.

After thinking about it, he called Pei Zhuxuan again.

As soon as the phone was connected, the familiar voice came from the opposite side.

"Why did you suddenly call me?"

"Why, I can't call you?"

Pei Zhuxuan hurriedly denied: "Ani, I'm very happy that you called me, I feel like I can dance for another hour."

Hearing Pei Zhuxuan's words, Han Zidong smiled inexplicably: "Then can you come out and do something interesting with me?"

"Not today, I'm going to prepare for the weekly test, Mi Yanai!" Pei Zhuxuan said eagerly without hearing a response, "I'll go over early to accompany you on Saturday night, okay?"

Han Zidong sighed: "Nei, you have to pay attention to your body even if you are busy practicing..."

After talking on the phone for a while, Han Zidong hung up the phone helplessly, and Pei Zhuxuan sent him two selfies after a while.

In the photo, Pei Zhuxuan is wearing a high ponytail, and a few strands of hair are sticking to her cheeks due to sweating. She is wearing a sweater and black pants, and she has a different kind of cute life from the past... I will see you at the SM company tomorrow!

Exiting the chat box, he saw a few previews of the comic book that Kim Jae Kyung sent half an hour ago.

After zooming in on the preview image for tens of seconds, he directly sent a thumbs up gesture. It has to be said that Kim Jae Kyung's creative ability is definitely on par with him.

Kim Jae Kyung quickly sent him a reply: "Are you back home?"

Han Zidong wrapped his clothes and typed: "I just separated from Yarong, and I will go home later."

"Have you been drinking?" 』

"Drink a little."

"23X54=? 』

Han Zidong glanced at the calculation formula sent by Jin Zaijing, and immediately switched to the calculator interface, but he only pressed halfway, and Jin Zaijing sent the answer.

"It's 1242, that's all right, go home quickly, and send a safe message when you get home. 』

Assi!The level of mental arithmetic is amazing!

After a series of full stops, he closed the dialog again.

After walking a certain distance in boredom, the phone vibrated again.

He picked up the phone and saw that it was a message from Quan Nala.

『Writer nim, is our performance today okay? 』

After a glance, he didn't bother to return, but Quan Nala obviously didn't understand his mood, and kept asking questions.

"Our artistic sense is indeed inferior to Rainbow's seniors, but we will work hard. 』

"Writer nim, if you have any comments or suggestions for us, please feel free to put them forward, we will definitely strive to improve ourselves. 』

Looking at the words on the screen, Han Zidong was a little annoyed. Could it be that Hello Venus' recruitment criteria is chatterbox?
I'm so bored!
Feeling extremely upset, he typed: "Then can you come out to accompany me?"

After typing, he regretted it, and quickly raised his index finger to delete, but unfortunately, just after deleting two characters, his index finger twitched inexplicably and clicked the send button beside it.

Asi!

Yeah!

Han Zidong kicked the curb stone speechlessly, immediately long-pressed the message, and subconsciously clicked "Delete" that popped up!
Fuck!
Yeah!

It's not 2018, it's 2012, Kakao hasn't launched one-click undo yet, fuck me...

Han Zidong wanted to drop the broken phone directly, but when he thought of making amends next, he sat on the side of the road again and began to think about his words.

Damn it, just this suspected harassing text message can ruin his reputation... He said it was sent by mistake, it was originally sent to a friend... That's right.

He immediately typed, but Quan Nala's reply came first.

"where are you? 』

(End of this chapter)