Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 450 Dragon Beard Liu Hai Shen Huijing

The door of the bathroom opened slowly, and a wet face appeared in front of him.

Shin Hye-jung looked as if she had just applied a mask, her whole face was obviously hydrated, and the long hair on both sides of her forehead was also wet and stuck together, so pitiful and lovely
Han Zidong guessed that Shen Huijing probably didn't have the nerve to use the towel in the bathroom, but simply wiped it with his hands or sleeves, but it was also his fault that he didn't explain the location of the spare towel, so he had to step forward and lean on the door frame to stop Shen Huijing.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked Shen Huijing up and down: "Huijing."

"Inside."

Shen Huijing smiled lightly and responded.

Han Zidong withdrew his gaze and looked at the washbasin: "Although your slightly watery cheeks are really sexy, but for the sake of your skin, I suggest you dry it off. The spare toiletries are in the cabinet under the washstand."

"Oh."

Shen Huijing covered her mouth with both hands, showing shyness: "Then please wait a little longer."

"It's okay, take your time."

Han Zidong took a step back, grabbed the handle of the bathroom door, and slowly closed the door.

As the gap in the door gets smaller and smaller, the picture of the bathroom also gets smaller and smaller. The final picture shows Shin Hye-jung holding the sink and bending down to get the toiletries from the cabinet.

hiss!
This time Han Zidong didn't go too far, he leaned against the wall next to the door, his mind was full of the image of Shen Huijing bending down just now.

Sure enough, being taller than 1.7 meters has an advantage. Two firm and powerful plump long legs, and a slim figure wrapped in slim jeans are really attractive from behind.

In just a few seconds, he made a decision.

He made Shen Huijing a friend, not for any reason, just for the opportunity to appreciate this figure.

Maybe we can organize a long-line party in the summer, and call Kwon Nara, Zhao Jiaen from the star group, Park Soo-bin, the youngest member of the giant baby, and Nine Muse, who wholesales 1.7m members...

It seems that Liu Shiluo is only a little short of 1.7 meters away, so all nine people are invited.

Auntie Wen, Park Minha, Pyo Hye Mi of the same age, mature women Lee Hyun Joo, Lee O Irene, the charming goddess Park Kyung Li, short hair intellectual Park Eun Ji, low altitude owner Yoo Se Ra and new member Son Sung Ah... just thinking about it is very exciting.

At this time, the bathroom door opened again, and Shen Huijing came out, leaning on the door frame and looking in the direction of the living room.

"I'm here," Han Zidong waved to Shen Huijing: "Is it better?"

"It's much better." Shen Huijing raised her hands and rubbed her temples: "I swear, I will never play wine table games with you again."

Han Zidong shouted: "No, I would advise you to play rock-paper-scissors. If you insist on going head-to-head, I can't help it."

Shen Huijing shook her head and sighed, Han Zidong smiled and stepped forward: "Do you still need my help?"

Shen Huijing smiled calmly: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Han Zidong helped Shen Huijing walk to the living room. It may be an illusion, or it may be that Shen Huijing really drank too much. He always felt that the other party seemed to be rubbing against his arms intentionally or unintentionally. It's all just indescribable pictures.

Fortunately, there are only a few steps from the bathroom to the living room, so the impact is not great.

In the living room, Park Cho-e, who was drunk, was still lying on the table motionless, helping Shen Huijing to sit down, Han Zidong walked up to Park Cho-e, and gently pushed Park Cho-e: "Cao-e, old man."

Seeing Park Cho'e just groaned, Han Zidong looked at Shen Huijing and smiled: "You also said that I am a drunkard, Huijing, you have to testify for me."

Shen Huijing licked her lips, hesitating a little: "But didn't you drink at all?"

"Huijing, is that why you want to drink with me?"

Shen Huijing pursed her lips and shook her head, pointing to Han Zidong with both hands: "Mother Cao is a drunkard."

"Wow, you girl groups really like to use names indiscriminately, mother, aunt..." Han Zidong looked away, and leaned into Park Cao'e's ear: "Mother Cao..."

"Don't bother me!"

Park Cho-e stretched out her hand to push him away, turned her head in the other direction, and continued to sleep with her back facing him.

"What's the matter with this girl?"

Han Zidong sat down on the ground, completely unable to connect the drunken Park Cho'e with the honest person before.

Shen Huijing saw his doubts: "Cao Mama hates people disturbing her when she is sleeping! You can do whatever you want, there is no need to inform her."

"Yeah, Park Cho Ah really has a reversal charm."

Han Zidong was kind and leaned over, supported Pu Cao'e with both hands to let her lean on him, supported her back with one hand, passed her leg with the other, and hugged Pu Cao'e directly.

"This girl really should eat more, it's too light."

He carried Park Cho'e to the sofa, put it down gently, and took a pillow to cushion the other person's head.

Standing aside and watching for a while, he fetched his mobile phone, squatted down, leaned close to Pu Cao'e's face, and took a group photo: "This is the best evidence to prove that Pu Cao'e is drunk."

"Mother Grass will definitely regret that she drank too much today and was completely manipulated by you." Shin Hye-jung was sitting on the ground in front of the sofa, and turned around to help Park Cho-e take off her slippers, and put them aside.

Han Zidong put down his phone and sat next to Shen Huijing: "Do you want to eat?"

"Of course, after all, there are not many opportunities to taste your cooking skills."

Shen Huijing directly fetched a copy of Phoenix Claw, and lowered her head to show off wildly, but the long hair around her ears spread all the way to her eyes, which was very obstructive, so she could only shake her hair from time to time.

Han Zidong noticed Shen Huijing's situation, and casually took the gift ribbon for buying beer, moved closer to Shen Huijing, and raised the yellow ribbon in his hand: "Huijing, can I help you tie your hair?"

"Oh~"

Shen Huijing covered her mouth with one hand, turned sideways, and glanced at the belt in Han Zidong's hand. Because of the chicken feet in her mouth, her voice was somewhat vague: "It's really a big help, please."

After she finished speaking, she turned around directly, Han Zidong sat up on his knees, stroked the long hair behind Shen Huijing's temples with both hands, and tied it together with a gift ribbon.

"All right."

After finishing everything, he lightly patted Shen Huijing's shoulder, but he didn't expect that the first time Shen Huijing turned around, he blocked his eyes with his hand: "Don't look, don't look first."

"why?"

"Anyway, close your eyes."

Probably able to guess the reason, Han Zidong raised his hands and nodded: "I promise not to watch it."

Shen Huijing withdrew her hand, wiped her hands briefly, found her carry-on bag, rummaged through it for a while, took out the makeup mirror, and carefully compared herself in the mirror.

Touching her own face, Shen Huijing was a little annoyed.

Her relatively large face is her disadvantage, so it is not suitable for her to tie her hair back. She just didn't realize it just now. When she realized this, Han Zidong had already tied her hair up.

"Hui Jing."

Shen Huijing hurriedly turned her head, seeing that Han Zidong still had her eyes closed, she breathed a sigh of relief, and pulled her long hair into her chest: "I don't seem to be suitable for tying my hair."

"how come?"

Thinking of the rumor that Han Zidong designed styles for several female guests, Shen Huijing suddenly had a new idea: "Ouba, maybe...can you design a set of styles for me?"

"No." Han Zidong replied firmly.

"For...why?"

Shen Huijing thought that Han Zidong might reject her, but she never expected that Han Zidong would reject her so decisively, leaving no room for it.

He opened his mouth in a daze, but couldn't say the rest.

However, she didn't notice that the corners of Han Zidong's mouth curled up quietly: "Because I really can't help people design styles with my eyes closed. It's not just me, I believe that other people should not have this ability."

call!
"what the hell!"

Shen Huijing's expression relaxed, and her cheeks puffed up angrily.

Originally, she was very envious of Park Cho'e being able to fight with Han Zidong, but when she experienced this feeling of being completely manipulated by others, it was really sour.

On the other hand, Han Zidong on the other side had a chuckle on his face. She got up, leaned over, and gently pushed Han Zidong: "Ouba, you are really bad~"

"Hahaha."

Han Zidong lay down on the ground with his hands behind his head, but his eyes were still closed: "With your attitude, it's hard for me to help you."

"I apologize, that's fine."

Shin Hye-jung crawled over.

The gap between the small table and the sofa was not that big, and Han Zidong almost filled the whole space after lying down, so she could only pick up some gaps and approach Han Zidong cautiously.

It's just that although she felt that her head was very clear, under the influence of alcohol, her body was inevitably not stable enough, and she bumped into Han Zidong's thigh crookedly, and fell straight down in a stagger.

"Cough cough cough~"

Han Zidong was smashed, he opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Shen Huijing lying on his chest.

"Huijing, you..."

"Ouba, don't talk, your heart is beating so fast."

Han Zidong looked at Shen Huijing speechlessly.

Isn't my heart beating so fast because you're lying on top of me like an octopus?

I saw Shen Huijing's left hand lightly brushing his chest, and finally stopped in the middle of the sternum and rubbed it lightly. The soft touch made people feel numb.

"Oh, it seems faster!"

Shen Huijing raised her head and saw Han Zidong looking at her, then hurriedly lowered her head, her legs subconsciously tightened.

It's just that her set of actions hurt Han Zidong, with her warm and soft jade in her arms, it was really a test of his already weak self-control, and she pulled up, trying to break away from Shen Huijing's oppression.

But the opponent has a height of more than 1.7 meters. Shin Hye-jung in a slightly drunk state is sinking to death. Unless he violently pushes the opponent away, it will be difficult to get out.

Since you can't be hard, you can only be soft, Han Zidong coughed lightly: "Hui Jing, you have to believe me, even if you tie up your long hair, you are really cute."

"Where is it cute?"

"Everywhere is cute."

Shen Huijing slightly raised her head and glanced at Han Zidong: "Liar, I have a big face, and it's not suitable for me to tie my hair..."

During Shen Huijing's every movement, Han Zidong really couldn't bear it, and directly hugged Shen Huijing's waist, turning back to the guest, and finished the latter.

"Say it, keep talking."

Han Zidong looked at Shen Huijing who was close at hand and smiled.

Shin Hye-jung held her face in both hands and shook her head.

"ah……"

"Ouch, stop arguing."

On the sofa, Park Cho Ah suddenly called out.

As if someone pushed him from behind, Han Zidong quickly lowered his head, and put a small gap between his hands, but his head rested on Shen Huijing's shoulder, and at the same time whispered: "Don't talk."

Shen Huijing tightly covered her mouth, not to mention making any movement, even breathing, she tried to reduce her presence as much as possible.

One second, two seconds... a whole half a minute passed.

The two of them kept their current posture motionless. After all, the sofa was not high, and Han Zidong had to maintain a very low push-up position, which also caused his forehead to sweat slightly.

Guessing that Park Cho-e should have fallen asleep, he leaned into Shin Hye-jung's ear and said, "I'll get up first, and then you get up slowly, making less noise."

"it is good."

After they reached an agreement, Han Zidong backed up with his body supported, and crossed his neck safely, with two small hills lying in front of him.

The picture of the bathroom popped up again irresistibly in his head. Han Zidong got up instantly, propped himself up immediately, and took a few steps back again and again. After confirming that Park Cho-ah was still asleep, he gestured "OK" to Shin Hye-jung.

Shen Huijing sat up, raising her hands under her chin and whistling.

She glanced at Han Zidong without showing any trace, and saw that Han Zidong hid half of her body on the side of the sofa, only showing below her knees, she lowered her head and laughed.

Sure enough, what she just felt was right.

Han Zidong stood up leaning on the armrest of the sofa, and pouted at Shen Huijing, who followed up tacitly.

The two came to the restaurant, took two bottles of water, and handed Shen Huijing a bottle. He raised his head and took a big sip: "You, the wine is really mediocre. It's easy to move when you're drunk."

Shen Huijing didn't refute, and apologized in a very simple way, and finally she blinked playfully: "Ouba, don't forget that you promised to help me design the hairstyle."

Han Zidong became interested and leaned forward: "Get up and turn around."

Shen Huijing stood up immediately, slid down her long hair with her right hand, tore off the hair tie, raised her head and shook her head, and her long hair spread out.

Then she walked to the middle of the dining table, supported the back of the side chair, and turned around like a chair dance.

"One more turn."

When Shen Huijing turned his back to him, Han Zidong hurriedly called to stop, and quietly admired it for a while.

"Is it alright?"

"Okay."

Han Zidong closed his eyes in contemplation. On the surface, he seemed to be designing a shape for Shin Hye-jung, but in fact he was just recalling the picture of Shin Hye-jung bending over. When the picture in his mind became more vivid, he opened his eyes.

Find a pen and paper, lower your head to write and draw, and look up at Shen Huijing from time to time.

Shen Huijing didn't notice his other thoughts at all, and she smirked throughout the whole process. About three to five minutes later, two brief hair designs were freshly released.

Seeing Han Zidong pick up a pen, Shen Huijing immediately moved a chair and moved over.

A picture of short hair or hair tie, and a picture of long hair appeared in front of my eyes: "What hairstyle is this?"

"Dragon beard bangs."

"..."

(End of this chapter)