Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 447 New Year's Invitation

Pu Cao'e picked up the satchel and yanked it, making a squeaky plastic bag squeeze sound.

"What, how many snacks are in your little satchel?"

Han Zidong leaned forward with his hands behind his back.

"It's nothing." Pu Cao'e looked up and smiled, seeing Han Zidong's curious face, she opened her satchel with both hands, and showed it to Han Zidong generously: "Do you want to see it?"

"This is the first time I have come into close contact with a girl's satchel."

Han Zidong picked up his satchel.

However, he didn't reach in, but shook it lightly twice to roughly see the items inside.

Except for a few small items, the entire satchel is filled with a lot of sweets, from bags of toffee, chocolates to lollipops, and even a small bottle of fruit candy.

"So you were the enemy of the candy family in your previous life, and you are determined to destroy the candy in this world in this life?"

Park Choe covered her small mouth, a little embarrassed, Han Zidong said that she was like a greedy child: "No, this is my way of releasing stress, when I am stressed, I want to eat, so bag There's a lot of candy in it."

He took out a bottle of fruit candy, unscrewed the lid, and looked at Han Zidong: "This is delicious, hold out your hand."

Han Zidong stretched out both hands as a begging gesture: "Pour more."

"Even if it's delicious, you can't eat too much, so that you can always keep looking forward to the next taste." Park Choe tilted the mouth of the bottle and carefully poured out a few candies.

Han Zidong picked up one and threw it into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it.

Looking down, Pu Cao'e was looking at her expectantly. He immediately opened his mouth wide and opened his eyes round, just like the famous scene in a Chinese young master's house: "It's so delicious!"

"Hey!" Park Choe looked away in disgust, tightened the cap and put it away: "I think that even if you don't become a writer, you can still have a place in the show business if you become a comedian."

Han Zidong continued: "That's right, maybe I can be invited to participate in MBC's Song Festival. It would be a good thing."

Park Cho-ah feels that her mother tongue is speechless.

Pulling on the mask, she moved her short legs and passed Han Zidong. It didn't mean that she was angry, but that she was at a loss for words, and she couldn't speak to the other party at all. She could only choose the simplest way of response: escape.

"What's the matter, are you angry?"

Han Zidong took two quick steps to follow, facing Park Cao'e and walking backwards.

"No."

Park Cho Ah shook her head.

Not to mention that the man in front of her was joking with her, even if the other party made some excessive but not too excessive demands, she would not turn her face.

Just this pair of short platinum hair is enough to make her feel grateful to Han Zidong for the rest of her life.

Because this makeup not only improved her image, but also brought her the catchphrase "short-haired elf", just like Shin Yun-joo's "air bangs", which greatly enhanced her popularity and recognition.

Looking forward, she stretched out her hand to grab Han Zidong's sleeve, and said angrily, "Be careful, don't fall."

"Don't worry, don't you still have you?"

Han Zidong tilted his head, and finally saw Park Cao'e's only exposed eyes: "From now on, you are my eyes. If you let me go east, I won't go west."

"really?"

Pu Cao'e glanced at the slope not far to the right: "Then you go to the right."

Han Zidong took a step diagonally: "Is it all right?"

"Go further to the right."

"..."

"Let's go."

"..."

Seeing that Han Zidong was getting closer and closer to the slope, before Han Zidong continued to take a step to the right, Park Cao'e stretched out her hand and grabbed Han Zidong: "Ah, you trust me so much?"

"Of course, didn't I say that you are my eyes."

Han Zidong's face was sincere, as if he hadn't seen the slope from the corner of his eye just now.

"Oh, you are really a bad person. You will be devastated for a while, and you will be moved for a while."

Park Cho-ah pursed her lips in amusement.

She withdrew her gaze, looked up at the Han River in the distance, raised her head against the wind of the river, straightened her arms, and gently rubbed her face against the scarf around her neck: "It's so comfortable."

Han Zidong stood behind Pu Cao'e: "If the temperature is higher... Hey, Yixi, what are those two dogs doing?"

Park Choe opened her eyes and followed Han Zidong's direction.

On the grass on the slope, I saw a dog standing in place, a dog lying behind, lying on the body of another dog, and there was an indescribable sound faintly.

"Eh!"

Pu Cao'e's face turned red, she immediately turned around, raised her head slightly and looked at Han Zidong: "Did you do it on purpose?"

"I?"

Han Zidong pointed at himself instead: "You really think highly of me, no matter how good I am, I can still arrange two dogs..." After all, Park Cao'e is a girl, so he didn't have the nerve to say it too bluntly, and replaced it with a burst of "hmmmmmmmmmmm flourishing in nature.

"It really ruins the atmosphere."

Pu Cao'e wheezed and walked away, waving her arms.

She didn't stop until she couldn't hear the dog barking, and stood still, facing the Han River, and made the pose just now, but within a second, Han Zidong's voice came from her ear again.

"Why do you always stand behind me?"

Park Cao'e turned around holding her forehead, and looked at Han Zidong speechlessly.

"Of course it's cold, aren't you cold?"

Han Zidong stretched out his hands very naturally, supported Park Cao'e's shoulders and made him turn around: "Cold wind, if you blow Cao'e, you are not allowed to blow me."

"What?"

Park Cho-ah was amused, covering her mouth and laughing non-stop.

Suddenly a wonderful thought came to her mind, she shook her shoulders lightly, and shook off Han Zidong's hand.

Before Han Zidong could react, he huddled and trot behind him, grabbed the clothes of the man in front of him with both hands, and hid himself like a chick hiding from an eagle. At the end, he imitated Han Zidong's words and repeated: " Cold wind, you blow Han Zidong, but don't blow me."

"Childish to death, are you Chu Ding?"

Han Zidong looked disgusted, as if the person who just hid behind Pu Cao'e was not him.

Pu Cao'e was in high spirits, and shouted happily: "It's really thick, there's no wind at all."

Han Zidong didn't speak any more, and silently blocked the wind.

Park Cao'e didn't really want to use Han Zidong as a human-shaped windshield, she walked out after a while, stood next to Han Zidong, stretched her hands, facing the cold wind: "I'm just kidding, actually I really like to walk in the cool breeze."

"I see, you have an expression of enjoyment."

Han Zidong supported the ground with one hand, and sat down cross-legged: "Actually, I also like to take a walk with the cool breeze blowing, but today's temperature is really too low, and it's a bit unbearable before nightfall."

"really."

Park Cho'e sat down, she was wearing a mid-length down jacket, the down jacket could fit under her buttocks when she sat down.

Holding the satchel in his arms, he turned to look at Han Zidong, but saw Han Zidong propping his cheek with one hand, looking at her with a smile on his face: "What's wrong?"

Han Zidong shook his head: "Sure enough, it's A4 waist, your waist is really thin."

He moved his body and sat a little closer to Pu Cao'e, stretched out his hands very naturally, pressed gently on Pu Cao'e's waist, and personally measured the other's waist: "It's so small, it will surprise the public next summer, right?" .”

Girls like to be praised for their pretty face and good figure, and Park Cho-e is no exception, not to mention the man in front of her has a very special meaning to her.

"Summer girl group battle, AOA must have a place."

Han Zidong leaned on his body, half lying on the grass, and the famous songs of the angel group appeared in his mind.

Although the women's group's sexiness became popular in the past few years, although it was subject to controversy, it is undeniable that during this period, the makeup level of the women's group has improved linearly. There was a famous stage.

"Don't you like our band mode very much? From what you're saying, it seems that I'm looking forward to the dance troupe now."

Park Cho'e's words interrupted Han Zidong's divergent thinking, and he came back to his senses: "Isn't the concept of a girl band in line with the concept of a summer girl group?"

"incompatible."

Park Cho'e silenced Han Zidong with one word.

Seeing that Han Zidong didn't speak, she opened her satchel and took out the bottle of fruit candy: "Do you still want to eat?"

Han Zidong's face was not convinced, but he stretched out his hand very hard, which made Park Cao'e couldn't help but smile: "Next year's comeback plan will probably be in the second half of the year. The band should come back first, and the dance troupe will come back almost at the end of the year."

"Returning so late!"

Han Zidong sat up: "Then do you still have a chance to be on the song war of the three major channels?"

The smile on Park Choa's face froze instantly.

She took back the fruit candy, poured a handful into her hand, then looked at Han Zidong, stuffed all the fruit candy into her mouth, and chewed it like a horse chew.

Han Zidong smiled and said, "Even if it's delicious, you can't eat too much, so that you can always keep looking forward to the next taste. You said it yourself."

"I am willing."

As she said that, Pu Cao'e raised her head and threw all the fruit candies left in the bottle into her mouth, leaving him none, and finally threw the bottle mouth down.

Han Zidong pretended to be angry, and lay down on his side facing Park Cao'e, staring at her.

Not to be outdone, Pu Cao'e folded her arms and stared back.

The two stared at each other, and in the end, Park Cho-e couldn't help laughing, announcing the end of the staring game.

"It's my fault, the fruit candy is gone, eat chewing gum for a change."

Park Cao'e took out a piece of chewing gum and handed it over, Han Zidong glanced at it: "There is no sincerity at all," he flipped the wrapping paper while speaking, the meaning is self-evident.

"I see."

Pu Cao'e took off half of the wrapping paper, looked at the distance between the two of them, leaned over on the grass, and handed the chewing gum to Han Zidong's mouth.

Han Zidong opened his mouth, swallowed the gum in one gulp, and rolled it into his mouth two or three times.

Park Cho-e fed herself a piece of chewing gum, put away the wrapping paper, and took out a square MP3 player and a pair of wired headphones from her satchel: "Do you want to listen to music?"

As expected of an old man, the old man was actually using Mp3. Han Zidong didn't speak, but raised his ear close to Park Cho'e.

"Hey, today is my Good Friday."

Park Cao'e crawled over, and carefully stuffed the earphones into Han Zidong's ears, while she lay down on her back, her body tightly against Han Zidong's.

Put on your headphones and hit play.

"I feel the scent of your shampoo among the swaying flowers,
Rubbing shoulders like this?I look back
..."

Han Zidong shook his head: "No, change to another song."

"Why? Don't you think this soothing music is good to listen to when you are relaxing?"

"I am shy."

"real or fake?"

Park Cho Ah obediently cut the next song.

Hearing the familiar beginning again, Han Zidong said: "Change another song."

Park Cho Ah insisted on her own thoughts this time: "No, this is our song."

Anyway, it was only a few minutes, Han Zidong simply gave up struggling, and began to silently count the parts of his girlfriends.

"...

Cheer up baby.

Cheer up baby.

……

And then baby cheer up. 』

After finishing the song, Park Cho E pressed the pause button: "Honestly speaking, your little love song is really good."

"you flatter me."

Han Zidong sat up and turned around: "No, it's too cold, let's go for a walk."

"it is good."

Park Cho-ah put away her MP3 player.

Just as she was about to get up, a white and slender hand appeared in front of her eyes. Without thinking too much, she reached out and grabbed Han Zidong's hand, allowing him to pull her up.

It seems that she got used to the physical contact with Han Zidong unconsciously.

After walking for about 10 minutes, the two left Hanjiang Park.

Sitting in the co-pilot, Park Cho-e took off her mask and hat, but left her scarf behind: "So you won't be photographed by the paparazzi today?"

"Don't worry," Han Zidong glanced at Park Cao'e: "Even if you are secretly photographed, you are not at the level that can attract attention."

Pu Cao'e was so angry that she gritted her silver teeth.

Han Zidong still said to himself: "Besides, didn't you say that you covered your hair so that you weren't recognized when you took a taxi? You know, we have a backup team of taxi drivers, and they didn't even recognize them. ..."

"Drive, drive."

"What kind of car to drive, I always have to wait for my limbs to recover before I go on the road."

"Then can you be quiet?"

"Obviously not."

Park Cho-ah's small breasts heaved violently, but there was still a signature smile on her face.

I kept hinting to myself: "He gave us a stage, designed a set of makeup for me, and provided me with a concert with thousands of people, don't be angry..."

At this moment, Han Zidong suddenly came over. Seeing that Han Zidong was getting closer and closer to her, Pu Cao'e held her breath and pressed her body tightly against the back of the chair, not daring to move.

Time seemed to slow down, just a few seconds, she seemed to have experienced centuries.

Before meeting Han Zidong, she didn't have a specific ideal type, but had vague standards, but after meeting Han Zidong, her ideal type became concrete, just like him.

But she knew very well how big the gap was between the two of them, so she dared to think about it in private.

And now...

"Ah, are you a child? You must fasten your seat belt when you get in the car."

Seeing Han Zidong leaning forward and slowly returning to his body, Pu Cao'e finally let out a breath, feeling a little disappointed while relaxing, she really was thinking too much.

When the car drove out of the parking space, Han Zidong asked casually, "Do you have any plans for the evening?"

"Didn't we eat together?"

"It's night. I'm bored at home alone for New Year's Eve. I just want to find some friends to celebrate New Year's Eve. Do you want to come together?"

"Oh, who else?"

"There's no one left. After all, everyone has gone to MBC's Gayo Festival."

"..."

(End of this chapter)