Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

The stage of the girlfriend and close friends all ended in the first part of the song festival. After successfully witnessing the arrival of the new year, the attraction of MBC song festival to Han Zidong plummeted.

However, he still sat in the living room, accompanied by two women on the left and right to enjoy the stage. Taking advantage of the lack of light in the living room, he put his arms around a "up and down hand".

As the time came to one o'clock in the morning, and the singing festival was coming to an end, Shin Hye-jung couldn't help being "sleepy", so she washed up and went back to her room to rest.

In the living room, only Han Zidong and Park Cao'e were left.

The two of them watched TV in a serious manner at first, but within a minute, Han Zidong leaned over, and Park Cao'e supported Han Zidong's shoulders with her hands and gently pushed them away, reminding her in a low voice, "Be careful of being caught by Hui." Crystal sees."

Han Zidong leaned forward again, hugged Park Cho'e's A4 waist with both hands, rested his chin on the other's shoulder, and blew, "I'm asleep, how could I still see it? If you are worried, go to the room and take a look." That's it."

Pu Cao'e wanted to take a look to reassure her, but she didn't want to reveal her thoughts, so she could only keep silent, but at this moment, she heard Han Zidong say: "Then why don't I take a look?"

Park Cho E was speechless: "I'll go."

Han Zidong let go of Park Cao'e: "Go and come back quickly."

Park Cho-e sat up with propped up, and walked towards the room on the inner side.

After a while, she returned to the living room, saw Han Zidong sitting on the sofa, and walked over in small steps. When passing by Han Zidong, Han Zidong reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into his arms.

Han Zidong asked, "Are you asleep?"

Park Cho Ah nodded.

Han Zidong leaned forward, but Park Cao'e didn't dodge, and even took the initiative to kiss him.

I don't know why, when I kissed Han Zidong, I felt a pleasure between stimulation and comfort all over my body, which was fatally attractive to her, and I was addicted to kissing Han Zidong unconsciously.

Lying on the sofa leaning against Han Zidong's chest, his fingers caressed the other's skin.

To be honest, Han Zidong's body proportions are very superior, but he is not an artist after all, and he has no troubles with body management. He still has a somewhat small belly, but his slightly fleshy belly feels very comfortable to the touch.

"I thought you'd have abs."

"What about you, do you have any?"

Without waiting for Park Cho'e's answer, Han Zidong, who believed in the truth from practice, chose to find the answer with his own hands: "It turns out that I have it too, but it's not very obvious. Then I neglected to manage it in the past three months, so I couldn't see it at all."

"real or fake?"

Park Cho-e withdrew her body and sat up leaning on the armrest of the sofa: "Although you don't need to pay too much attention to body management, you do need to exercise more. Proper exercise will make you more temperamental."

"Yes, yes, I listen to you. After a while, maybe you can still see me in the gym." Han Zidong withdrew his hand and looked at the time: "Okay, it's late, so I'll go to bed early today Bar."

"Ah."

Park Cho-e nodded, pulled on her slippers, and walked towards the bedroom.

After taking two steps, she turned back and leaned against the edge of the sofa. Before Han Zidong could ask a question, she bent down and covered the other's mouth with her mouth.

sip sip sip~
The soft touch stimulated her to subconsciously touch Han Zidong's chest. Not to be outdone, Han Zidong also held it back.

With a "click", the seal on the chest was suddenly released.

The shoulder straps were loosened, and Park Choe woke up with a start. She pressed her chest with one hand and stretched her back with the other: "What~"

"That's right, what brand is so low-quality, I just..." Han Zidong grabbed the air a few times with both hands, with an innocent face: "It opened by itself."

He sat up: "I'll help you."

Park Choe looked up at him, and nodded slightly.

Then just when he was about to reach out to help, Park Choa lowered her head and turned around, and then...

hiss!
Han Zidong almost didn't laugh. What on earth was Pu Cao'e, the little cook thinking, she turned her back to him and showed her back? Was it because she was afraid that he wouldn't be able to tie it?

What a joke, this is simply trampling on his business... You are so accurate!
"Yeah, don't mess around!"

The unrestricted physical contact made Park Cao'e a little ashamed and angry, and Han Zidong's clumsy appearance made her cheeks so rosy that she could pinch water.

Even though he chose the stupidest and most direct way, he still couldn't get Han Zidong up to speed quickly, and he didn't know if it was intentional or... just intentional.

Both arms pinched down: "Don't touch me~"

"Okay, okay, let go of me, if Huijing sees..."

Hearing Shin Hye-jung's name, Park Cho-ah raised her two arms in a swish, and in the next second replaced the seal with two gentle big hands wrapped around her.

Choo Choo Choo.

Park Cho'e's face was burning hot, and her knees and knees were unconsciously clamped, and her tone was almost pleading: "Don't do this~"

Han Zidong accepted it as soon as he saw it, withdrew his hand, and buttoned it.

As soon as his side was buttoned, Pu Cao'e immediately put down her clothes, turned around, her eyes were watery, her ruddy mouth was pouted, and she looked resentful.

"My mistake, I apologize," Han Zidong raised his hands high, seemingly admitting his mistake sincerely, but his next sentence directly broke Park Cao'e's defense: "But put aside my problem, you are not wrong at all. ?"

"I, what can I do wrong?"

Han Zidong leaned over.

The distance between the two was getting closer, but Park Cho-ah didn't move at all.

Looking at the little face in front of him, he leaned over and rubbed the other's nose with his nose, and if he couldn't do it for a while, he would do it again, until Park Cho'e covered her mouth and laughed.

"If you want to blame, blame you for being too cute, and your back is too sexy, I can't hold it at all."

"What, it's all nonsense."

"It's as if you didn't poke me just now, at worst, I'll touch it back for you."

……

"You actually prostituted me for nothing!"

Han Zidong grabbed the air, laughed dumbfounded, shook his head and went back to his room.

Lying on the bed with his head up, before closing his eyes, he took his mobile phone and set an alarm for 03:30.

……

From three to four in the morning, Shen Huijing, who woke up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, deliberately chose the public toilet outside the bedroom.

It's just that after solving her physical problems, she didn't go back to her room in a hurry, but quietly came to the door of Han Zidong's room, pushed open the door, and walked in.

When he came to the bed and touched it with both hands, he was completely dumbfounded.

People are gone!
……

Samseong-dong, Samsung apartment.

Putting the fried special fried rice into a bowl, Han Zidong looked at the time and cooked another two packs of ramen.

While waiting, he swiped his phone, and suddenly a pair of slightly cold hands covered his eyes, followed by a joyful voice: "Guess who I am?"

"Who else could it be, Yarong?"

Han Zidong turned around.

As soon as the person stood still, Jin Yarong jumped on him, holding his face in both hands, tilted his body, saw the ramen pot behind him, and laughed silly: "I also prepared a love supper for me, mua~"

Saying that, Jin Yarong sent a sweet kiss.

"Is it cold outside?"

Han Zidong put down Jin Yarong and raised his hand to touch the other's belly.

Jin Yarong nodded repeatedly.

In front of Han Zidong, she didn't need to hide her real thoughts at all, and caught the leader of MBC yelling: "Those bastards really don't think about the actual situation at all, it's so cold that our four noses are about to fall off."

After finishing speaking, she took Han Zidong's arm and glanced at the ramen pot: "Ouba, I'm hungry."

Han Zidong rubbed Jin Yarong's head: "Then you go wash it up and have dinner right away."

"Wait a minute," Jin Yarong called to stop Han Zidong, took out his mobile phone, leaned against Han Zidong's shoulder, and held up the mobile phone to find a suitable shooting angle: "My mother was asking when we two will go home, I will tell them Take a picture and see."

Han Zidong responded with a smile.

Father Jin and Mother Jin treated him like a son, he was an ideal father-in-law and mother-in-law, and he was happy to get close to them.

"Have you finished your mother-in-law's wine? Next time I go by, I'll bring her a few more bottles."

"You just spoil her."

"I want to spoil you too, but don't you and your father-in-law have too much wine to drink?"

"Yeah, you two go live in the future."

"Okay, listen to you."

Jin Yarong raised his arm, poked Han Zidong's chest, and said angrily, "Look at the camera."

Then she held up her phone aloft.

In the camera, the two people raised their heads, and behind them was the bubbling ramen soup pot.

Press capture, confirm that it is correct, and click send.

Putting away the phone, Jin Yarong put his hands on Han Zidong's shoulders, leaned his head, and sniffed: "Wow, it smells so good."

"what?"

Han Zidong tensed subconsciously.

"I'm talking about ramen, maybe you don't think I'm talking about you?" Jin Yarong licked the corner of his mouth and laughed loudly: "What, of course, you are also delicious!"

Han Zidong turned his head and smiled: "You are more fragrant!"

"Then I'll make it more fragrant, wait for me, and I'll wash up."

Jin Yarong trotted away.

When she came back again, more than ten minutes later, the clothes on her body changed from a blouse and jeans to a white camisole and a high-waisted skirt.

Han Zidong stepped forward, looked him up and down, and asked, "Why are you still changing?"

Jin Yarong lifted up the corner of her skirt and shook her body, revealing a long white and tender leg: "Don't you like to touch your legs?"

"No," Han Zidong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he wouldn't be so unhappy with no legs, he turned sideways and pulled out the chair: "Sit down."

Jin Yarong sat down obediently holding her skirt with both hands, looking like a lady, but within 2 minutes of sitting down, she staged a classic three-stage laugh, Han Zidong smiled along, and then received Jin Yarong's hammer.

It has always been Jin Yarong's habit to hit others and then rub them comfortingly. Han Zidong has long since adapted and bent down to hug Jin Yarong's leg. The latter smiled: "Mo, didn't you deny it just now?" ?"

"what are you thinking about!"

Han Zidong shook his head amusedly: "Don't you massage your legs every night before going to bed? It's already late today. Let me massage your legs for you. After we take a shower together, we can go to bed early."

"Oh."

Jin Yarong leaned forward happily, lifted her skirt lightly, and shook her long legs: "It's a pity that I even wiped it so fragrant."

Han Zidong looked serious: "That can't live up to our Yarong's painstaking efforts, so I will reluctantly..."

"Don't force it."

Jin Yarong was about to retract his leg, Han Zidong pressed it down: "It's not at all reluctant."

Seeing this, Jin Yarong couldn't stop laughing.

Looking back, I picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of fried rice with eggs, and put it in my mouth. I was able to return home at four o'clock in the morning and eat a delicious hot meal. It was not too comfortable.

Han Zidong also felt very comfortable. Sure enough, in terms of beautiful legs, it must be Jin Yarong's sweet thighs, and he coughed when he touched others.

Looking down, a pink and tender sole of the foot appeared in front of my eyes.

Since the two have played foot art, Jin Yarong's beautiful feet are also fascinating.

It's just that Jin Yarong seemed to be extremely hungry, and he didn't even touch it enough, so Jin Yarong ate a lot, and the two of them finished the ramen in the end.

After eating and drinking, Jin Yarong seemed to come back to life. He leaned sideways and supported the back of the chair, raised his two long legs and put them directly on Han Zidong's lap, with a smile on his face: "Haven't you touched enough?"

Han Zidong shook his head: "It's not enough."

Jin Yarong asked: "Shall I wear black silk or white silk for you to touch?"

"It's still not necessary."

"Have you changed your temper?"

Han Zidong looked serious: "That's not true, I remember that all the stockings at home seem to be used up."

Jin Yarong:? ? ?

"You just remember this every day!"

Jin Yarong withdrew one leg, pulled on the slippers and sat in Han Zidong's arms, wrapping his arms around Han Zidong's neck: "I know you like it, I bought a few more before, and there seems to be a suspender style."

No solution.

Han Zidong felt that the blood tank was about to be emptied, picked up Jin Yarong and walked to the bedroom.

"Oba, what are you doing?"

"It is said that silk stockings help blood circulation in the legs. You are tired all day and you need the help of silk stockings."

"Ouba, you haven't washed the dishes yet."

"I'll wash it tomorrow, it's urgent to promote blood circulation."

Walking into the bedroom, Han Zidong put down Jin Yarong.

Jin Yarong sat leaning on the head of the bed, propped up the stockings with both hands, and stretched her slender feet in. The black stockings were like a winding phantom, wrapping two pairs of long legs into the black phantom.

After everything was ready, she stretched out her hand: "Carry me to the bathroom."

Han Zidong stepped forward: "I'm so happy."

……

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Han Zidong returned to Liu Chengcan's Daping floor.

Put the breakfast in your hand on the dining table, go straight in, and come to the public bathroom.

There was the sound of running water inside, so he knocked lightly on the door, and a few seconds later, a tall girl wrapped in a towel appeared in front of him.

The other party looked coquettish: "Where did you go?"

Han Zidong opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he was dragged into the bathroom by the other party's collar.

"Huijing, it's broad daylight!"

"Then you can't do it?"

Shen Huijing leaned down with her right hand, and leaned her body up: "Do you know that I didn't sleep well all night, and ran away after teasing someone, it's too much."

"..."