Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 216: Meeting the parents who suddenly came in (II)

Hotel reception.

"The gentleman did not leave any contact information," said the female lobby manager with a smile. "If you have anything to convey, I can help me write it down. If you have the chance in the future, we will convey it on your behalf."

"Nei, please help us convey our gratitude to this gentleman."

The woman with long hair took the paper and pen handed over from the front desk and wrote a thank you word.

At this time, the bob girl who was standing next to her and had not spoken yet pulled her sleeve and whispered in a soft and soft dialect that was different from the local language: "Auntie, please ask me if that gentleman is

Wearing a pair of white sneakers, there is a shoe print on the left shoe... Oh, maybe it's gone now.

By the way, he is very tall and looks good when he smiles..."

"Yes, that gentleman is indeed very high," the female lobby manager looked at the little girl in front of him and continued to say in Chinese: "Speak warmly... As for shoe prints, there are still some, but not obvious."

"Oh," the bob head girl confirmed that the person who picked up her phone met the image in her mind, nodded and smiled: "Thank you!"

The female lobby manager rubbed the girl's head.

The girl with bob head pursed her lips, as if she was a little embarrassed: "Please apologize to him for me. I didn't step on him on purpose just now."

The female lobby manager smiled. It turned out that there was such a small episode between the two: "I will."

"Tiyu, Auntie has helped you translate it into Korean."

The long-haired woman waved the paper in her hand and handed it over.

Zhou Ziyu looked at the paper full of Korean words and his head was as big as a numbness and he had to nod in confusion.

The long-haired woman put down her pen and pulled Zhou Ziyu up: "Let's go, your parents are still waiting for us in the car."

Zhou Ziyu glanced around, and after not finding the target, he nodded in disappointment.

"What happened just now?"

"We're going to see people later. I'm afraid that the guys will run away a little anxiously after waiting for a long time. I never thought of hitting the gentleman and accidentally stepped on him..."

"Then he has a really good temper. If I change it, I will definitely scold you. Those are white shoes..."

Zhou Ziyu was embarrassed: "But not only did he not scold me, but he also saw that I couldn't understand Korean and used gestures to remind me not to run around."

"It seems that his tutor is pretty good."

Zhou Ziyu smiled and showed her little white teeth that were very different from her skin color: "Indeed, I feel that the people here are not as xenophobic as mentioned on the Internet."

The long-haired woman shook her head: "You are still too young..."

...

Han Zidong sat in the private room, looking at the empty private room.

I thought that Jin Yarong's family was at most middle-class, but having to come to such a high-end hotel for a regular birthday can only show that Jin Yarong's family is indeed not bad, otherwise there is no need to be so extravagant.

This private room has a large space. In addition to the dining area, there is also a meeting area with several sofas arranged on the inner side.

Although it was a birthday party, the private room did not have decorative balloons, as if it was just an ordinary party.

Less than ten minutes before 5:30, he sent a message to Jin Yarong with his cell phone, informing him that he had arrived, and asked the situation of the people attending the party.

Liu Chengcan attended the birthday party at noon and went home to go shopping with his mother in the afternoon. Pu Suzhen and the other two were also vague and did not clearly answer whether the three of them would attend the birthday party in the evening.

And he and Kim Yarong have only four or five friends. If all of them come to Kim Yarong's personal friends later, then this private party would be a bit boring.

The news about Jin Yarong was quickly replied.

"Oba, I'll be here soon, wait for me for two more minutes."

Jin Yarong's two minutes passed quickly. As soon as Han Zidong put a pair of "1024" together, the door of the box was pushed open from outside.

The first thing that broke into his eyes was a pair of white and tender feet wearing flat sandals. The red manicure was full of extraordinary charm. His eyes wandered along the long legs of condensed breasts, and a black sequin dress hem followed the owner.

The body swings and sways.

"Opa, how about it, is it good-looking?"

Jin Yarong asked licking the corner of her mouth.

Han Zidong faithfully followed his original intention: "Nomu Nomu is pounced on me!"

Jin Yarong was very satisfied with Han Zidong's answer, and patted his little hands, and the classic three smiles reappeared.

Turning back halfway and looking at the corridor, she waved to Han Zidong again: "Oba, come here, I'll introduce two people to you."

Han Zidong only thought that the person coming was Jin Yarong's close friend, so he put down his cell phone and walked over openly.

The next second, two men and women who are about the same height as Jin Yarong appeared at the door of the box. Judging from their appearance, they are definitely not too old. They may be younger than Huang Xuanchang he had met in the afternoon, but these two

It is absolutely impossible for humans to be friends with Kim Yarong, a 20th generation girl.

After taking a closer look, Jin Yarong's eyebrows were a little similar to the two of them, and he was a little inexplicably proud.

"I'll introduce it, this is my dad, mom..."

After introducing his parents, Jin Yarong jogged over again and naturally took Han Zidong's arm: "Dad, mom, this is Han Zidong, the writer of Xingyou, and is also my most precious person."

After saying that, she was a little embarrassed, so she quickly lowered her head, hugged Han Zidong tightly, and shook Han Zidong's arm.

Abababa...

Who am I, where am I, what am I going to do...

Han Zidong had to admit that he met his parents in his last life.

Fortunately, his mentality is no longer as fragile as he used to be. It seems that Jin Yarong's parents are not the kind of conservative Antoni style that is difficult to speak. He gritted his teeth and lowered his head and said hello: "Uncle, aunt, Aniha

Sai Yo, I'm very happy to see you."

Jin's father just smiled gently, and Jin's mother waved to Jin Yarong, but her eyes couldn't take Han Zidong away and smiled with satisfaction.

"Let's stop standing at the door and sit inside."

As Jin's mother turned around and closed the private room door, Han Zidong responded, hurriedly opened her body and made room for the space.

Jin's mother was very talkative and walked with Jin Yarong while walking: "I heard that you are from Xia... and the only son of the family."

"Inside."

Han Zidong replied dryly.

Four people sat down.

Jin's mother's eyes circulated between Jin Yarong and Han Zidong opposite: "I heard that Yarong hid it from you all the time, and suddenly saw the two of us. Are you scared?"

I was really scared!

Han Zidong raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but Jin Yarong was one step faster than him. He took a tissue and gently wiped off the sweat beads on his forehead.

"Inside, it's mainly my uncle, my aunt is really too young..."

Noting Han Zidong's nervous mouth, Jin Yarong also responded: "My father, my mother is completely childish..."

"Inside, yes, baby face."

Han Zidong nodded in agreement, raised his hands and pointed at Jin's mother indifferently and said, "Auntie is really beautiful."

Jin's father glanced at Han Zidong and raised his hand to point at Jin Yarong: "Your girlfriend is also very beautiful."

Han Zidong was slightly stunned, looking at Jin Yarong leaning against his shoulder, and finally replied: "Of course."

Jin Yarong waved his hand and fell into Han Zidong's arms with a giggle.

Jin's mother shook her head and watched Jin Yarong slid under the table: "Let me change the hotel to a smaller table later, and we will have a meal together for four of us."

Han Zidong held Jin Yarong's shoulder and helped her up: "Then I'll go to the front desk to greet you, uncle and aunt, you can sit down first."

Jin's father nodded and stood up: "Thank you for your hard work."

Walking out of the box, Han Zidong let out a long sigh and walked towards the front desk.

After explaining the situation at the front desk, the lobby manager immediately promised that someone would handle the matter later. Then the female lobby manager handed him a thank you letter.

As he guessed, the owner of the phone was the black little girl, but he didn't care about such a small matter. He stuffed it into his pockets directly, and didn't even listen to a few words from the female lobby manager.

.

He returned to the private room again, and Jin Yarong was sitting next to the mother of Jin biting his ears. When he saw him coming in, he immediately trotted over and pulled him to sit next to the mother of Jin.

Asi!

"Hello aunt."

"We writers are very famous recently. Many parents around me are using your example to encourage their children. As a foreigner, you should have worked very hard during the time you just came..."

"There is indeed a little bit different, especially language and living habits..."

Jin Mother continued: "Fortunately, you have survived it, and the road will be much easier in the future."

"Inside."

"What are some hobbies you usually have?" Jin Mother paused: "Besides drawing."

Han Zidong thought about it and found that he did not have any serious hobbies except drawing comics, but he obviously wouldn't say that.

“When the weather is good, I like to ride a motorcycle around the city.”

Jin's mother was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect a comic writer to like playing motorcycles. Instead, Jin Yarong smiled and pushed Han Zidong: "My mother told me that she would die when riding a motorcycle."

"Well... I usually ride very steadily and rarely play those high-risk movements, which is relatively safe."

Han Zidong explained with a smile.

Jin Mother smiled: "Ne, can you drink alcohol? Yarong and her father have too poor alcohol tolerance. We will drink more later."

Before Han Zidong could answer, Jin Yarong leaned over: "Opa's alcohol tolerance is Chu Ding, which is worse than mine."

Han Zidong laughed twice: "It's not that bad. As long as I don't drink bomb wine, my alcohol tolerance is pretty good."

Jin Yarong turned his head and looked at Han Zidong: "Oba, don't force yourself."

Jin's mother looked at Jin Yarong and Han Zidong's hands and said unhappily: "Our Yarong usually has a jump in her mind and is a bit rash. You have to take care of her more."

"I'm mom?" Jin Yarong was unhappy in an instant: "I'm very ladylike. It's just that Oppa likes girls who love to laugh, right?"

Han Zidong nodded.

Jin Mother looked at her daughter and felt a little worried: "But you are too overly active, aren't you?"

She looked at Han Zidong and continued to criticize Jin Yarong: "It's right for people who like cheerfulness, but there is no one who laughs like you..." As she said that, Jin's mother also imitated her voice: "What are you still 'three laughs', you

The breaking pace of laughter is too serious.”

Han Zidong really smiled this time. He thought that Kim Yarong's temperament was spoiled by his family. It turned out that it was inherited. Kim Yarong's family atmosphere was really good.

Jin Yarong curled his lips: "Mom, why are you doing this? You three can eat, I'm going back."

Han Zidong patted Jin Yarong's back comfortably, and then Jin Yarong became quiet.

At this time, Jin's father, who had been talking nonsense, asked, "To be honest, have you been scared by Yarong's laughter?"

Han Zidong shook his head and looked at Jin Yarong's parents' playful smiles. He continued to explain: "Because my creation process is quite boring, I like the occasional noisy environment.

Sometimes my mind gets stuck, and I will go down the train station to listen to the clanging sound of the train passing the tracks."

As if afraid that his daughter's image would be too good, Jin continued, "It's not just laughter, but the reaction in his hands will also come at the same time, sometimes it's like hitting someone."

Jin's mother also performed the show of two people in cooperation with her husband's words, and patted Jin's father's shoulder with one hand: "Try it twice, and touch the model while you."

Han Zidong clapped and laughed: "It's true."

Jin Yarong's face was flushed and she retorted weakly: "Dad, mom, why do you look like this!"

The close way of Jin's father and mother talked closer together, and soon, bursts of laughter came from the private room.

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