Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Married?

"Ahem cough cough."

Han Zidong was not pretending, he was really scared and choked, coughing violently, and his body bent down.

Pei Zhuxuan was a little panicked and ran to the dining table, brought a pack of tissues, took out two tissues, and wiped Han Zidong's mouth and under his nose, while feeling distressed: "Why are you so careless?"

Han Zidong glanced at Pei Zhuxuan, why am I so careless? How did you say such words? If you didn't suddenly say you wanted to get married, would I choke?

Noting Han Zidong's gaze, Pei Zhuxuan flattered her mouth: "Do you don't want to marry me?"

Han Zidong held Pei Zhuxuan's hand: "It's not that he doesn't want to, but that he doesn't want to get married, or just say he's knotting..." He just explained a few words, but was interrupted by a cough again: "Think about it, we

The two are transnational couples. If we want to get married, should we hold weddings in Xiaguo and the Peninsula respectively?

Should we meet the parents, and let the family come forward to coordinate the time between relatives and friends?

All the trivial things are added together. Even if you start preparing from now on, I think it will take three to five months no matter what. You can get it if you want, and you have to see at least two before getting married.

Fang’s parents.”

Seeing Han Zidong seriously considering the details of the wedding preparations, Pei Zhuxuan covered her mouth and smiled: "Who is going to marry you? I will debut as an artist. I will only marry you when I can't jump anymore.

"

Han Zidong breathed a sigh of relief. It was not that he didn't want to marry Pei Zhuxuan, but that the two's identities changed too quickly.

Although the love period in the last life was only three to five years, it was considered to have two relationships. You can’t get married as soon as you come back in this life. After all, there are some things that couples do together, but they are still different from doing with couples.

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"Then I won't wait for you anymore. I tell you that I have started to study my parents' courses. When will I go to a field trip and study?"

"Don't wait for me?"

Pei Zhuxuan hooked Han Zidong's neck: "Then tell me who you are waiting for, is it Jin Zaijing or Jin Yarong?"

Han Zidong had a headache, so he shouldn't mention this: "I'm kidding, waiting for you, waiting for you, just waiting for you."

"This is almost the same," Pei Zhuxian smiled with satisfaction: "Wait for me, I'll get a mask and a hat."

Seeing Pei Zhuxuan leaving quickly, Han Zidong brought the cell phone on the dining table.

As soon as the phone is turned on, the notification sounds keep ringing, the phone calls, text messages, and the kakao messages are even more exaggerated than when he goes up and enters.

After a rough glance, there were more than a dozen unfamiliar phone calls on the phone. After seeing this, his number spread too much and he really needed to change it.

The latest text message came from Jin Yarong. She said that there were many media gathering downstairs. Fortunately, police officers helped to persuade him to leave, so their cars stopped a little farther and had to move a distance from time to time, so that he would wake up.

Reply her a call as soon as possible.

"Dear..."

Pei Zhuxuan walked over slowly and put a hat on him.

Han Zidong squeezed out a smile and looked at Pei Zhuxuan up and down: "Does our Zhuxuan still hurt?"

Pei Zhuxuan smiled and shook her head, then wrinkled her nose: "Miana, I won't know how tonight..."

"Ah..." Han Zidong was a little surprised: "Don't you go back tonight?"

"I was going back, but I thought I would just go back like this, you..." Pei Zhuxuan thought of the shy scenes last night. She couldn't continue and turned around: "But don't you miss me."

Stay behind?"

"Who said that," Han Zidong's eyes shone: "I wish you could live here every day!"

To be honest, he was really tired last night and changed his little battle suit several times, but his experience was really bad. The people under him kept crying for pain. What can he do?

But this is also impossible. After all, couples are likely to experience similar situations for the first time.

"But, Zhuxuan, there seems to be a reporter downstairs..."

Han Zidong scratched his head, looking very troubled.

His words really shocked Pei Zhuxuan: "Mo...Moragu? Why?"

"It seems to be for the sales results of Lezhi Comics. You also know that only five minutes last night, the sales of the first four works exceeded 100 million. Now twelve or three hours have passed, and the sales results will definitely rise by one more time.

A new step.”

Han Zidong explained.

"But... I want to be with you too..."

Bae Joo-hyun turned around and kicked the table on the table.

"I know," Han Zidong hugged Pei Zhuxuan from behind: "I'll go back, I'll give me twenty minutes, no, fifteen minutes."

“…Okay.”

Pei Zhuxuan flattered her mouth, and there was a reporter downstairs. She was really not suitable to appear with Han Zidong: "Then come back quickly, we will also draw the subsequent comics together."

If you receive a general amnesty, Han Zidong nodded quickly: "I won't go anywhere today, I'll be with you."

"Ani, don't you still have to go to the company in the afternoon? You'll be fine if you come back early in the evening, I'll cook it for you..." Speaking of this, Pei Zhuxuan smiled embarrassedly: "Noodle soup."

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“Yes, yes, very scary noodle soup.”

"You are asking for a fight again, right?"

Han Zidong ran to the bedroom, and Pei Zhuxuan chased after him angrily.

Three or five minutes later, Han Zidong and Pei Zhuxuan, who were dressed in neatly, talked and laughed all the way, and walked out the door.

He waved his hand and said goodbye to Pei Zhuxuan. He left directly. After walking two steps, he heard footsteps and turned around and saw that it was Pei Zhuxuan who followed him.

Pei Zhuxuan didn't know why she just wanted to follow Han Zidong. Even though she knew that the other party was just going downstairs to buy breakfast, she couldn't help but follow her, and kept comforting herself in her heart, giving her another small step, just a small step...

p>

From the entrance, door, corridor, until Han Zidong completely disappeared at the corner of the next stairs, she reluctantly withdrew her gaze.

When she couldn't see Han Zidong, she just felt that she was chatting in her heart, as if there was a very important part missing.

In fact, when she was just asking Han Zidong whether to get married, she really wanted to marry Han Zidong for a moment. As long as Han Zidong agreed to her on the spot, she could give up any dream or stage...

...

Han Zidong was walking around and finally saw the girl's nanny car on a street corner.

Pushing open the car door, five enthusiastic gazes shot on him in an instant. He subconsciously touched his neck and tightened his clothes.

"Oba," Jin Yarong waved to him happily: "Get into the car quickly, the car needs to move, otherwise it will be easily captured."

Han Zidong nodded and got into the car, closed the door to death. He just put on his seat belt, the car started and left the place.

"Oba (Korean writer), Kukahamida!"

The four members of Girls Day congratulated him together.

"Inside, have something!"

"Opa, 光, your pancakes, and wolfberry and red date water."

Hearing the word "water", Han Zidong subconsciously coughed twice: "Yarong, forget it today, but don't give me pancakes in the future."

Jin Yarong rarely refutes: "Inside."

Han Zidong nodded, thinking that a hidden danger was finally removed, but before he could be happy for two seconds, Jin Yarong's next sentence made him have a little thought of coughing.

"Then what do you want to eat tomorrow?"

He wants to die.

Han Zidong's face was bitter: "Yarong, it's too early for me to get up at seven o'clock every day."

Jin Yarong felt wronged. She got up so early every day to go to the beauty room for makeup and had to run so far to buy breakfast. She was even disliked: "But you obviously rest at 10 o'clock every day."

Ah...this.

I really didn't expect that the perfect excuse I've always had to stab him back. Han Zidong smiled: "Think about the plot of my comics every day, is it a big brain cell injury? Of course I have to rest more."

"Opa's phone turned off before nine o'clock last night," Jin Yarong pointed at Han Zidong curiously and said, "But why are your dark circles still so heavy?"

Han Zidong was a little helpless, and today's Jin Yarong seemed particularly sensitive.

"I turned off so early last night because of harassing calls. Actually, I was just drawing new comic characters at that time."

"Is it the heroine of that autism?"

Han Zidong was busy with dry cakes and was too lazy to explain. Hanhu replied in a daze: "Yes."

"Oba, eat slowly."

Jin Yarong took out the wet wipes and wiped the corners of Han Zidong's mouth: "I just said I wanted to buy two copies, but you don't want them yet. Do you think you are very hungry?"

He is not hungry, but time is a bit rushed.

Han Zidong really wants to cry without tears. Is it his Mercury retrograde today?

I looked at the other three members, which was different from yesterday. This time, the three members were awake all the time, and they didn't mind Kim Yarong's behavior of being overly intimate?

What about the promised ban on girl group love?

"Oba, have you seen your sales results?"

After eating the pancakes, Han Zidong took another mouthful of wolfberry water and nodded his head. He took a special look on the way over. Xing Your grades are quite explosive. I am afraid that next year, "We Today" I will indeed have to carefully consider whether to award it.

Star, you have a trophy.

After thinking about it, he also talked about serious things: "You should also hurry up and conceive the character picture of the campus idol cartoon. I heard that the scriptures seem to have completed two first drafts.

Next week, the new version of Lezhi Comics will update the fan module to carry fan novels and comics. At that time, your comic character design drawings will not only be published on Ins, but also to the fan module of Lezhi Comics for viewers.

Voting with readers.”

"Oba," Jin Yarong came over and whispered: "Then can you give me a little tip, just a little."

Han Zidong coughed and pinched Jin Yarong's index finger and thumb: "Don't make this gesture next time, it is said that this gesture is prone to offensive."

Jin Yarong was happy on her face: "Then did you agree to me?"

"For the sake of the pancakes... I will send you some settings when I go back. Look at the painting, remember not to say it out, especially don't tell the scriptures."

After eating the cake and drinking wolfberry water, Han Zidong photographed the driver's seat and said his thoughts of getting off the car.

The car slowly stopped at an intersection. Just as he pushed open the car door, Jin Yarong stopped him: "Oba, you haven't forgotten what happened on Tuesday, right?"

Han Zidong thought about it and said it was just a birthday, and nodded: "I will be on time, and you will let me have a good rest in the past two days. Is it OK?"

"Okay." Jin Yarong curled his lips: "But you must be there on Tuesday."

Han Zidong is not sure, so it's not just today. Since he said he would attend the other party's birthday, Kim Yarong would mention her birthday almost every time he met, just like he had an appointment before, and Kim Yarong was worried about him.

"Don't worry."

Saying goodbye to Jin Yarong and his group, on the way to the bakery, the cell phone in his pocket rang again.

After taking a look at the caller, he pressed the switch button directly.

"Oba~"

"Inside, sulli."

"Oba, didn't you say last night that you wanted to thank Hora Oni and the others in person? I'll help you get them together. Can you meet at Idiya Cafe this afternoon?"

Han Zidong was stunned for a moment. When he came out of the shower last night, he did answer a call from Cui Xueli. At that time, he did say that he wanted to thank the female artists who had been helping with promotion since the beginning of the launch of the star. But he didn't.

I thought it would be today.

When he didn't answer, another female voice came from the phone.

"Korean writer nim, I heard that you are like Do Minjun, who will cut off most of your work on weekends. Don't think of telling me that you don't have time to come."

"..." Han Zidong was silent, and after a long time he answered, "Okay, then we can meet at 2:00 pm, is it OK?"

"Okay, see you in the afternoon."

“…”

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