Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 290 Not only do I like to watch long legs, I also despise those who don't like to watch

"Ding Dong~"

Hearing the doorbell ringing, Jin Zaijing stopped the work, got up and walked to the corner of the entrance hall. After listening carefully for two seconds, he confirmed that it was his own doorbell.

I didn't rush to open the door, leaned against the wall and thought about it, and let her think about it, there was only one identity outside the door.

"This person is really~"

She muttered quietly, and she slowly walked into the entrance.

Looking out at the cat's eyes, it was yellow, it seemed that someone had blocked the cat's eyes with her hands. She was not sure at first, but when she saw such a situation, she felt more convinced that the person outside the door was a childish year.

Next man.

Shaking her head speechlessly, she held the door handle and opened the door, then closed it back, leaving only a gap, leaning against the wall and waiting quietly for the people outside the door to push the door and enter.

One second, two seconds... the person standing outside the door was silent.

Jin Zaijing glanced at the shoe rack uneasily and picked up a high heel.

Holding the toes of the high heels, she waved the toes of the high heels out twice, and tried the angle of force. If someone came in outside the door was someone she didn't know, she would be stunned by the other party as soon as possible.

Jin Zaijing took the bouquet, put it under his nose and sniffed it happily, pursing his lips: "It's good that you know, come in."

The two walked into the restaurant, and Han Zidong asked, "Will you spend the night at home tonight?"

Jin Zaijing breathed a sigh of relief and took a little breath: "You stood at the door without saying a word, pretending to be a ghost! You also covered your cat's eyes, what do you want to do!"

After the emoticon package is online, you can wait and count the money.”

Before Han Zidong could answer, Jin Zaijing sat on the other party's lap with his body supported himself.

Jin Zaijing held Han Zidong's wrist and grabbed the other party's hands: "Will the massage at your home be so light, like a tickling?"

The door shaft creaked, the door slowly turned, and a humble smile appeared behind the door.

"Ah, you're so ruining the atmosphere."

"Ah~"

After sprinkling some chili powder, the taste was much better. She asked while putting on the plate: "Have you decided on your online drama characters?"

"Huh, you are destroying my wise and powerful image."

Han Zidong replied casually.

Two people squeezed in front of the stove, one prepared the ingredients for cooking, and the other mixed with side dishes.

"Oh, Jin Zaijing," Han Zidong pulled up the chair and sat down: "What qualifications do you have to say to me? It seems that you are very powerful yourself, and I don't know who has always called me 'Oba'."

"What surprise? I think it's almost the same as being scared."

The popular culture and art awards this time are similar. In addition to Han Zidong, Kim Soo Hyun, and Yoo Seung-long, a few people who responded enthusiastically to their idol's performances, many artists were cold and expressionless under the cameras of other guest seats.

.

After saying that, she turned her head slightly and looked at Han Zidong with her eyes curled up.

"Axi, I'm trying to make you happy. Besides, I've only called you three or four times in total," Han Zidong glared at Jin Zaijing with anger: "And when did I call you in bed?

That'."

"No?"

"I don't know..."

Jin Zaijing stopped pushing Han Zidong away after hearing this, glanced at the computer screen and said with a smile: "Then I really painted it, don't regret it then."

The laptop and tablet on the table were pushed away, and the bouquets were pushed away by the other hand. He half bent, pressed the table with both hands, and put his mouth close to Jin Zaijing's face and said softly: "I still despise those things."

People who like to watch long legs.”

Han Zidong blinked innocently: "I've said it earlier, I'll increase my strength now."

"Definitely not," Han Zidong paused and said, "And from now on, I will never call you 'Rage' again."

"I'll tell you, I'll be angry if you push me away next time."

Originally, he planned to take advantage of the gap between sending flowers to suppress the other side while Jin Zaijing was moved, and to get a good start for tonight's big battle.

Jin Zaijing sat opposite the table, closed the notebook and put it aside, and looked up at Han Zidong.

Since the gift had been seen, Han Zidong shrugged, ran over to get the bouquet, and held it in both hands to Jin Zaijing.

As Jin Zaijing said, she laughed again, her head buried in her arms, her body shook, and she couldn't help laughing.

Without stopping the touch of the legs, Han Zidong replied with a smile: "I'll massage your thighs for you. Didn't you say you've been rushing for a trip recently and you still have to record the MV for your return? You must be very tired."

Han Zidong crossed his legs, leaned against the chair, and placed his left hand casually on the legs of the person beside him.

Hearing Han Zidong's words, Jin Zaijing's eyes lit up: "Oh, you guessed it right, Xianrong is usually too playful, why don't you help..."

Han Zidong held Jin Zaijing's butt with both hands and stood up, hugged her and placed it on the dining table.

Jin Zaijing came over and said, "I'll discuss something with you."

"Don't go."

“I like to be proactive.”

"It's been a lesson. I've worked hard in the past half month. If you weren't here, our online variety showdown comic book releases would have been shut down."

I see that the caption just now should change 'jump well' to 'continue jumping'."

As Han Zidong said, every time he invites idols to perform at a normal celebration, in addition to the better atmosphere of the school anniversary, the atmosphere of other award ceremony such as movies and TV series is relatively average.

"I not only like to see long legs..."

"You still know that you are stupid," Jin Zaijing glanced at him, lowered his head and wrote and painted: "The caption of this emoticon can be replaced with a lot of content, which is very suitable for many scenes that express satisfaction, approval, and approval.

.

Suddenly it became the current development, what's the point!

After glanced at the golden meridian, my heart became even more uncomfortable.

Han Zidong raised his head and smiled: "It's Zhao Xianrong's business."

"cut……"

At least there were a few semi-finished products in the refrigerator. The speed of Jinzhaijing was faster. After a while, a cold dish was prepared and walked to Han Zidong with a cold dish pot.

"If it were me, I would edit a pair of animations. In the last second, a group of people died of fish eyes, and the next second, the man in the visual center applauded, and the next text was written, "What's the shame of applauding when watching the performance?"

After saying that, he leaned over and wanted to kiss Jin Zaijuan.

"I don't regret it. After you draw it, I will be the first to buy it and the first to post it on all social platforms."

On the laptop screen, a man crossed his legs, leaning against his body, and behind him was a phantom of a human being.

The person who came was naturally Han Zidong. When he saw Jin Zaijing holding high heels and looking like he was about to beat someone up, he cooperated and raised his hands: "What are you doing?"

The seniors of this group of actors are still being scolded less. If they get scolded for another two years, they should let go of their meaningless arrogance.”

But the tones of others give people a serious feeling, but the man looked happy, clapped his hands together and applauded, and wrote next to him: "Good dance."

Another new document was created, and according to Han Zidong's description just now, a sample picture was gradually drawn.

Han Zidong opened his mouth tacitly and let Jin Zaijing stuff a bite of cold dishes.

He walked up quickly and hugged the other person's waist. Jin Zaijing didn't stop, but just turned his head and looked at him without saying anything, as if he was fascinated by the bouquet.

Jin Zaijing slowly put down the bouquet when he heard this, and glanced at Han Zidong with his head, pressing his forehead with one hand, as if he had recalled something.

Jin Zaijing gently hammered Han Zidong's chest, jumped down on the table, walked to the refrigerator, and took the apron. Just as she was tying her apron on her back, she came up with her hands.

Holding Han Zidong's face in both hands, she looked at the man in front of her: "I really believe you now and I'm going to take a photo straight, just to satisfy my desire to see my long legs!

As he was painting, Jin Zaijing felt a hand reaching into her skirt, stopping his pen, and looking at Han Zidong angrily: "What are you doing?"

Some people even look like they are watching some vulgar performances, which is very depressing to the fans of the performance guests.

"Oh, if you do this, how can I draw the animation?"

"Why can't I draw? I'm not holding your hand."

And if it is someone she knows, she must hit her hard.

There was a bouquet of flowers about three or four meters away from the door in the corridor.

"I was going to give you a surprise, but who knew the deliveryman was one minute slower than I expected."

After a while, she raised her head and pursed her lips and said, "I don't know who is not only on the bed, but even under the bed, she is 'angry, angry' and' called people."

Jin Zaijing lowered his head and pushed the hand on his legs away, but the next second the hand came up unwillingly. She took it away and said, "I think you are afraid that the artists who participated in the conference that day would not hate it.

you."

Seeing this, Han Zidong brought a chair and sat over.

"You, do you like to look at your legs and touch your legs so much?"

Language was organizing her heart. Just thinking about it, she felt funny, her lips curled upwards wildly, and finally she couldn't help but giggle while covering her mouth.

But what he didn't expect was that Jin Zaijing reached out to block his mouth, allowing him to rub it forward with force, and refused to let go.

"Inside...but can you do this time?"

Han Zidong grabbed Jin Zaijing's hand, held his chin with his other hand on the table, and stared at Jin Zaijing with a smile.

Jin Zaijing recalled it carefully, as if Han Zidong asked her for "angry", he always asked her for help, such as wanting the auspicious beast incense burner, such as wanting her to help get her coat, and such as wanting her to wear it.

A pajama.

Jin Zaijing withdrew his gaze and saved the current document.

"Eat breakfast and get off later."

As Jin Zaijing walked, he sniffed the fragrance of the bouquet. The bun was loose and it seemed that it might explode at any time. He wore a loose black short-sleeved shirt on the upper body and a gray-white slit over-the-knee skirt underneath.

But when she poked her head out and saw the bouquet by the wall, she felt happy, her mouth quietly raised, and she also regretted why she didn't wait a few more seconds just now.

Han Zidong snorted, turned around, and let Jin Zaijing tie him up: "I've said it earlier... it's really."

Even Girls' Generation was neglected by the guests, which also caused the verbal war between the fans of the school to angrily criticize the guests present.

Jin Zaijing put down his high heels and walked over with no intention of letting Han Zidong go through the so-called ceremony again.

Turning back, he grabbed the door handle with one hand and tried to close the door again.

Han Zidong pointed to the screen and asked, "Is this me? Why are you so stupid!"

"It's seven or eight."

"Don't worry, I've arranged a role for her. I'll have to make some tricks on the set. She's been dancing in the chat group recently. Do you know?"

Realizing that Jin Zaijing had misunderstood his behavior, Han Zidong put away his smile, took two steps back, and glanced outside the house.

Jin Zaijing opened the notebook, took it to the tablet, and held the pressure pen to continue the work just now.

"It's better."

"Ninene."

At this time, Jin Zaijing held up his chin, tiptoed slightly, put his lips on his face, kissed him, and then let it go.

Jin Zaijing also grabbed a pinch of cold dishes and put them into his mouth: "It seems to be a little lighter."

"What are you afraid of? It's not a serious celebration. Normal literary and artistic ceremonies should be full of laughter and joy.

Jin Zaijing turned around in a funny way and brought another apron. Han Zidong lowered his head slightly and let the other party hang the apron for him.

This kind of silent ridicule is the most deadly. Han Zidong feels that if the fighting spirit can be expressed in numerical values, then he will probably be over the charts now.

While speaking, Han Zidong pinched Jin Zaijing's long legs. Seeing that the other party was not stopping him, he bent down again and hugged the other party's calves and placed them on his legs.

"Go to cook, I'm hungry."

Han Zidong pulled his sleeves and his facial features were wrinkled. No matter who was interrupted by interest, his mood would not be too beautiful.

Jin Zaijing nodded with a smile, then she shook her head again: "Hyung is still a child, don't compete with her too much."

Han Zidong nodded, closed the door, and followed two steps.

Chew it for a few times, and taste it: "It's a little light, add some chili powder."

After changing his shoes, he realized that he had been disrupted by Jin Zaijing before he knew it.

Upon hearing this, Han Zidong put down the kitchen knife and carrot in his hand.

Looking straight at Jin Zaijing, seeing that the other party did not realize the problem in the words, he pointed at himself again.

Jin Zaijing looked at Han Zidong and slapped her hands, then realized her problem: "I mean..." When the words came to her mouth, she looked at Han Zidong with her hands in her chest, and she changed her mouth angrily.

: "I think you are a childish ghost too!"

“…”

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