Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 219 So what if it happens again (2)

His long legs swayed slowly, and then drank the wine in the glass in one go. Jin Yarong put down the wine glass, stretched out his hands and held Han Zidong's left hand, and placed it on his legs.

"Didn't you say you haven't read it carefully? Let's show it to you now (,,ω)ノ "(っω｀.)."

After looking at the pair of beautiful legs that were so white that they were a little dazzling, Han Zidong couldn't help but think of Xiao Pei's legs. For a moment, his hand was as stiff as a stone.

Jin Yarong pouted, stretched out one hand to grab Han Zidong's wrist, and gently brushed his thighs.

"(,,ω)ノ"(っω｀.) Well, I don't have any money anyway."

It's too much!

Feeling the touch as smooth as silk, Han Zidong was in a state of excitement, and his left hand couldn't help but tweet. Compared to Xiao Pei's legs, Jin Yarong's legs were much more rounder...

Jin Yarong smiled slightly, and she guessed it. Han Zidong really liked long legs the most...

Han Zidong only felt a hook force hooking his neck, causing his body to lean forward, and then his eyes were pitch black.

Three seconds later, the light was briefly restored to his eyes.

Well...it seems that what my mother-in-law said is right, Jin Yarong is indeed something that others don’t have.

It's a sin!

After all, he is a strong body, and he really can't bear the warm greetings.

He poured a glass of wine, tilted his head and drank it all.

After drinking a glass, he felt that he couldn't quench his thirst, so he picked up the wine glass again, but before he could pour out the wine, Jin Yarong held his face in both hands and his head came over, so close that he could feel the heat exhaled from each other.

"What wine do I drink? Is my legs not long enough, or is it not big enough?"

Han Zidong swallowed and put down his wine glass. If he hadn't had the last bit of rationality in his mind, he would have hugged Jin Yarong upstairs directly.

Jin Yarong stretched out his hands with amusedness, grabbed Han Zidong's hands, and placed one on his legs.

Han Zidong felt that he might have a terminal illness. Whenever he was in trouble, his hands would cut off all signals and act on his own.

A west!

At this time, he couldn't help but think, "What if what happened just now happened again?"

"Hey... Oppa is a big (0) wolf."

Jin Yarong clapped his hands with satisfaction.

Han Zidong withdrew his hands awkwardly, but the touch around his fingertips did not dissipate for a long time. If this continues, he might have to do something extraordinary.

Jin Yarong brought the wine bottle and two wine glasses, kicked off the shoes, and knelt on the sofa.

"Oba, let's have a drink."

Han Zidong took the wine glass and took a sip.

Jin Yarong stretched out one hand and said, "Let's play the folding finger game."

The so-called finger-folding game is to stretch out one or both hands, and then each player takes turns to say a condition. If the player who meets this condition folds a finger, whoever folds his finger first will lose.

Han Zidong obediently stretched out his right hand, and simply let go, and asked with a smile: "What is the prize for the game?"

Jin Yarong tilted his head and thought: "The winner can complete any skinship, and the loser cannot refuse."

"make a deal."

Jin Yarong waved his little hand: "I'll come first, and someone who is over 175 has one."

Han Zidong lowered his index finger and said, "People with long hair have one."

Jin Yarong flattened his mouth and lowered his thumb: "That... the person who likes long legs folds one."

Asi, too much, without personal attack.

Han Zidong glanced at him: "A person with big chest muscles folded one."

"Ah," Jin Yarong giggled, and did not forget to stand up and hammer Han Zidong: "How could you be like this..."

She lowered her index finger and continued to attack: "If you have a girlfriend, you can fold it."

Han Zidong silently folded a finger.

When Jin Yarong saw Han Zidong folding a finger, she licked the corner of her mouth happily. This was her subconscious action when she was happy.

"A person with a big face folds one."

"Ah~"

Jin Yarong reluctantly broke one: "Bad guy~"

"A man who has published a comic book has one."

"The person who has produced the song folds one."

After four wheels, everyone had only one little finger still standing.

In fact, the winner has been decided before the game started. There is no way. As long as the folding finger game is played by two people, unless the starter does not want to win, he will definitely win.

"People who like me fold one."

Han Zidong took back his little finger without any obstacle.

Jin Yarong clenched his fists with both hands and Biye: "I won!"

Han Zidong raised his hands and gestured, meaning he could do it.

Jin Yarong half up, pushed Han Zidong down. Just as she was about to lean over, she seemed to remember something and ran towards the dining table.

He tilted his head and watched Jin Yarong run to the dining table with barefoot and bringing mouthwash and a paper cup. When he came, Han Zidong felt that he was destined to betray someone else again.

Both of them were a little drunk, but in fact, the feeling of kissing was really average, and it was more throbbing in their hearts and hormone restlessness.

Han Zidong hugged Jin Yarong's body, obeyed his nature and kissed Jin Yarong. He put one hand on the other's back and slid down his waist with the other... Maybe the mother-in-law said that others were not as good as Yarong, was it a very perky peach?

I don’t know how long it took, but when I kissed my lips and lost consciousness, Jin Yarong reluctantly separated from Han Zidong and lay on the sofa against Han Zidong's shoulder.

Her little hand was outlining the heart shape on Han Zidong's chest. Wherever she felt, she asked, "Oba, do you want to go upstairs with me?"

Han Zidong smiled and shook his head. Not to mention that he couldn't accept Kim Yarong for the time being, even if he really wanted to sleep with Kim Yarong, it would definitely not be today.

There is no reason why I just confirmed the relationship in front of my parents and went to check in the room immediately. This is too perverted by the other party. Moreover, the relationship between the two of them is so complicated. If the story is revealed in the future, don't look at Jin's father and mother.

He thought his son would definitely shave him when the time comes!

The two of them were tired of drinking for a while, and Han Zidong called Jin's father and called each other to come down to pick him up.

When Jin's father and mother met him, they didn't say anything else, but they were smiling all the way. Jin's mother even asked him to have a chance to drink together and invited him to visit Daegu. He carried Jin Yarong upstairs.

Outside the suite, Jin's father and Jin's mother looked at Han Zidong with satisfaction: "It doesn't matter, why don't you stay here for one night?"

Han Zidong shook his head: "It doesn't matter to me, Yarong is still my back."

Jin's father patted Han Zidong on the shoulder: "If you have the chance to go to Ulsan, let me do a good job."

"Nei, then I'll say goodbye."

Before leaving, Jin's mother grabbed Han Zidong's hand and patiently reminded: "Be careful on the road, go home directly, don't run around, and send us and Yarong a text message when you get home."

"Inside."

After going downstairs, Han Zidong left the hotel directly and left the hotel gate. A cold wind blew to make him tremble.

After thinking about it, he called Pei Zhuxuan again.

As soon as the phone was connected, the familiar voice came from the opposite side.

"Why did you call me suddenly?"

"Why, can't I call you?"

Bae Joo-hyun hurriedly denied: "Ani, I'm very happy that you called me and feel like I can dance for another hour."

Hearing Pei Zhuxuan's words, Han Zidong smiled inexplicably: "Can you come out and do something interesting with me?"

"Not today, I'm going to prepare for the weekly test, Mianai!" He didn't hear the response, and Bae Joo-hyun said anxiously: "I'll come here early to accompany you on Saturday night, okay?"

Han Zidong sighed: "Inside, you should pay attention to your health when you are busy practicing..."

After making a while of the phone call, Han Zidong hung up helplessly. After a while, Pei Zhuxuan sent him two selfies.

In the photo, Pei Zhuxuan is wearing a high ponytail, and a few strands of hair are pressed on her cheeks because of sweat. She is wearing a sweatshirt and black pants, and she has a cute lifestyle that is different from the past... I will go to SM to see you tomorrow!

Exiting the chat box, he saw several preview pictures of the comic book that Jin Zaijing sent half an hour ago.

After zooming in and looking at the preview for dozens of seconds, he directly sent a thumbs-up gesture with a thumbs-up gesture. I have to say that Jin Zaijing's creative ability is definitely not as good as him.

Jin Zaijing quickly sent him a reply: "Have you returned home?"

Han Zidong wrapped his clothes and typed: "I just separated from Yarong, and I'll go home later."

"Have you drunk?"

"Drink a little."

『23X54=?』

Han Zidong looked at the calculation formula sent by Jin Zaijing and immediately cut it to the calculator interface, but he only pressed halfway, Jin Zaijing sent the answer.

"It's 1242, okay, hurry up and send me a safe message when I get home."

Asi! His mental arithmetic level is amazing!

After returning to a series of periods, he closed the dialog box again.

After walking for a long time with bored distance, the phone vibrated again.

He picked up his phone and saw that it was actually a message from Quan Nara.

『Writer nim, are our performances OK today?』

After taking a look, he was too lazy to reply, but Quan Nara obviously didn't understand his mood and was still asking questions.

"Our sense of art does seem to be worse than that of Rainbow's predecessors, but we will work hard."

"Writer nim, if you have any comments or suggestions about us, please feel free to put forward it, we will definitely work hard to improve ourselves."

Looking at the words on the screen, Han Zidong was a little bored. Is Hello Venus' standard for recruiting people a chatterbox?

Very annoying!

He was in a very upset, and he typed: "Then can you come out to accompany me?"

After typing, he regretted it and quickly raised his index finger to delete it. However, by chance, the index finger had just deleted two characters, so he inexplicably drew it and clicked on the send button on the side.

Asi!

ah!

Han Zidong kicked the curb speechlessly, immediately pressed the message for a long time, and subconsciously clicked on the "Delete" that popped up!

damn it!

ah!

This is not 2018, this is 2012, Kakao has not launched a one-click withdrawal, I fucking...

Han Zidong wanted to throw this broken cell phone directly, but when he thought about remedy it, he sat on the side of the road again and thought about the words.

Damn, this text message that was suspected of harassment alone could ruin him... It was said that he had sent it wrong, originally sent it to his friend... That's right.

He immediately typed, but Quan Nara's reply came first.

『Where are you?』

(End of this chapter)