Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 375 We must not be small just because we are petite...

Author: Smelling fragrance to know women i

Han Zidong shook his down jacket and confirmed that there was no broken glass residue in his clothes. He put on his clothes quickly and tightened the zipper.

I have to say that Seoul was really cold at two o'clock in the morning.

At this moment, the temperature outside was probably several degrees below zero. His lining was a sweater, and there were leaks everywhere. The whistling night wind made him want to scold people!

Looking back, Han Shanhua and Song Zhien stood beside him, looking at the direction of the front of the car without saying a word. Jun Xiaosheng sat not far behind the car, dazed, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Four people stood or sat around the car, waiting quietly for rescue.

The process of waiting for an ambulance is a bit like a cancer patient waiting for the result of a biopsy, full of entanglement about unknown results. He hopes to come up with the result quickly, but also worrys that the result is not something he can bear.

But the four of them had no way to rescue them, so they could only wait.

Because the car was overturning, the only fulcrum that ensured that the car would not continue to slide was the small tree not as big as a baby's wrist, and the front of the car was seriously deformed, so it was difficult for him to rescue the two people in the front seat without tools.

Unlike the three people in the rear seat, even if he doesn't appear, as long as the three women can calm down and clean up the slags of the rear windshield boldly and carefully, the three people have full hope of climbing through the rear window.

Come out and save yourself successfully.

In fact, what is more important is that his first aid knowledge is limited. If the two people in the car hurt the cervical spine, ribs and other organs, he may cause serious secondary damage when he rescues rashly.

Hearing the sound of first aid sirens getting closer, Han Shanhua, who could move freely, ran up quickly, stood by the guardrail and shouted, waving from afar to rescue.

In fact, there was no need for Han Shanhua to do this at all. A car with double flashes parked by the guardrail, which was much more conspicuous than her.

Han Zidong glanced at Han Shanhua.

He didn't say anything, just wrapped his clothes tightly, and he could probably understand Han Shanhua's psychology. It was nothing more than just standing there and waiting, she wanted to find something to cover up her inner anxiety.

Thinking of this, he turned around and looked at Song Zhien standing behind him leaning against a small tree.

Song Zhien's eyes were dull. Even though she was out of danger, she was still very uneasy.

Everyone's psychological endurance is different. Some people can quickly recover from calm like Han Shanhua, and naturally there will be someone like Song Zhien who has a slightly weaker endurance. Han Zidong will not have any opinions just because the other party is in a state of loss throughout the whole process.

This rescue made him understand a truth completely. At the scene of the disaster, the injury of the silent person may be even worse, such as the unconscious member Zinger, such as Song Zhien.

He came to the car, picked up a pillow, walked to Quan Xiaosheng, placed the pillow on the ground, and helped Quan Xiaosheng get up and let her sit on the pillow.

Jun Xiaosheng thanked him again and asked about the injuries of the assistant and members. He could not make a reliable conclusion, so he could only comfort the other party's first aid sirens were already close.

He gently pressed Quan Xiaosheng's calves, and he asked with concern: "Does the legs still hurt?"

Quan Xiaosheng nodded.

"I should persuade him more and drive slowly."

She lowered her head and held her forehead with one hand, as if she was trapped in a vicious circle of self-blame: "If I advise you more, maybe..."

"You did a great job. If you hadn't pressed Song Zhien with your legs, she would probably...can't have waited for me to come."

Han Zidong comforted.

He was not comforting Quan Xiaosheng, but Quan Xiaosheng was able to protect member Song Zhien with his injured leg when he was injured. It was really amazing.

He is simply the captain of the immortal.

This also made him change his previous attitude towards Quan Xiaosheng, and he had a little more respect in his words: "No one can do better than you."

Jun Xiaosheng looked up at him, and at this moment, Song Zhien shouted.

"Oh! Oni, assistant Oppa is awake~"

Han Zidong smiled warmly at Quan Xiaosheng when he heard this.

There was nothing more joyful than the injured person waking up. He quickly stood up and arrived at the front of the car.

After a simple confirmation, there was a suspected problem with the driver's cervical spine, which may be a simple strain or a more serious fracture. Although they cannot act randomly, it is always a good thing for people to recover their consciousness.

After suffering for about a minute, the police and ambulance staff arrived at the scene one after another.

Han Zidong did not leave, but followed the ambulance staff's arrangements and put some effort into his ability.

It was more than ten minutes after the two men in the front seat were carried onto a stretcher. After the rescuers confirmed that Zinger, a member of the secret group who was still unconscious, was most injured, had a fractured rib and may have suffered a lung injury.

The assistant who drove the express train was lucky. He did get injured in the cervical spine, but there was no fracture and there was no problem with a little impact.

Quan Xiaosheng's leg was not fractured. It may be that the previous old injury had not healed, and new injuries were added right now, causing a particularly severe stinging feeling, which made people feel that her leg was suspected to be fractured.

Han Shanhua's face was slightly swollen, and the scratch was obvious, but it was not distorted, which was a blessing in disguise.

Song Zhien, who was rescued at the earliest, had little problems, only minor injuries, but for her, the psychological shadow of the car accident may be even more serious. Until she got into the ambulance, her mind was still a little confused.

After cooperating with the police to conduct the sighting investigation, he left a contact information and returned to his car.

He did not rush to drive on the road, but sat in the car for three or four minutes, and waited for his hands to recover. Just as he was about to continue on the road, his phone suddenly rang.

The caller is a strange phone number.

After waiting for two or three seconds, he pressed to connect to Jian.

As soon as the phone was connected, a male voice, who was full of energy, almost tore his eardrums.

"Ah, Nishiba!"

"Did Quan Minxiu wake up? Let him answer the phone!"

"Dog, can you drive?"

He guessed the other party's identity, probably because he asked Quan Xiaosheng and the other three to contact their family members before. Maybe someone notified the company by the way. Judging from his words and attitude, it is very likely that there was a management staff member of TS Entertainment on the other side.

It's just that this guy's brain is a bit terrible.

Even if you are anxious, at least you have to ask the owner of the phone first.

He had no good impression of TS Entertainment. After listening to a high-pitch rap, he would not have a good face for the caller.

After the other side vented, he slowly replied: "Who the hell are you? Have you drunk too much soy soup and sprayed feces all over your mouth!"

"Ah, Xi..."

Han Zidong hung up the phone, blocked the other party directly, drove onto the road, and finally arrived at the hospital in Jiangnan District at 3:20 in the morning.

Jiang Shuqi finished the atomization treatment, and Pei Zhuxuan were sitting in the corridor outside the atomization room waiting for him.

"Didn't you say help save people?"

When Pei Zhuxuan saw him, she immediately came over, and at the same time reached out to take off a few pieces of inner trousers floating outside the down jacket for him.

"There's no way, you can't clean the broken glass with your hands."

Fortunately, it was late at night and there were not many people in the hospital corridor, so Han Zidong simply bent down and let Pei Zhuxuan help clean the inside.

He walked around Pei Zhuxuan, glanced at Jiang Shuqi, and reached out to wave to the other party.

Jiang Shuqi pursed her lips, raised her hand to respond, and then quickly lowered her head. It was obvious that the vocal cords were hit by her.

Han Zidong touched Pei Zhuxuan's head comfortably, stepped over the other party, walked to Jiang Shuqi, and squatted down.

He tilted his head and leaned over to Jiang Shuqi, looked at the other person's eyes, and smiled warmly.

"It's pretty good. I finally got a chance after waiting for so long. How about it, Seqi, draw a cartoon with me!"

Listening to Han Zidong's words, Jiang Shuqi was very moved, her mouth trembled, and she wanted to say something.

But she opened her mouth but couldn't say anything. In an instant, tears could no longer be stopped in her eyes and she slid out like a dam.

Since entering the company through selection in 2007, she has experienced the joy of entering the company at first, adapted to the numbness after life of trainees, lost the opportunity to debut, and could not see the low period of hope for debut for a long time. As she was familiar with her, her seniors became increasingly popular in the same period around her.

The less you have, the less confident you are.

When she is alone, she will ask herself whether she is doing well now or is she just dragging her youth.

Finally met Han Zidong, she appeared on the variety show again, and appeared on the stage in advance, and won the love of the audience. But why did she face the problem of vocal cord summaries at such a critical moment?

Jiang Shuqi covered her face and cried bitterly.

Han Zidong stretched out his hand and shrank back. He was still not very good at comforting the crying girl.

"Seqi, it doesn't matter, there's me and Han Zidong," Pei Zhuxuan sat next to him, hugged Jiang Shuqi's head and let the other party lean on her shoulder: "We're there."

Jiang Shuqi cried in a low voice, gradually hugging Pei Zhuxuan tightly.

Pei Zhuxuan made a reassured expression to Han Zidong. Han Zidong gave Pei Zhuxuan a thumbs up and looked at Jiang Shuqi.

For a long time, Jiang Shuqi is a tough in his eyes, and he always strictly demands himself. This is the first time he saw Jiang Shuqi crying bitterly. He sighed and slowly got up.

Standing on one side of the wall.

Just cry, it’s much better than just adding pressure to your heart.

When Jiang Shuqi's crying gradually stopped, Han Zidong thought that it was not suitable for staying in public places like the hospital for a long time, so he brought the two of them to the car.

From Pei Zhuxuan, she had contacted a trainee part of the trainee and reported the basic situation to the other party, but had not notified Jiang Shuqi's family.

It’s not a serious illness. At this time, contacting your family will be of no use except to worry about your family for a night.

After confirming that Jiang Shuqi was the same as his thoughts, Han Zidong drove the two back to his home in Lunxiandong.

As for exposing his and Bae Joo-hyun’s secret residence to Jiang Shuqi, he didn’t care. Instead, he was increasingly in need of Jiang Shuqi to help cover up.

When choosing this monthly rental house in Lunxiandong, he never considered the possibility of staying outsiders overnight. He just regarded this place as a secret space for him and Pei Zhuxuan to stay temporarily, so the space in this house is very small

.

Even if he wants to use the floor, he can only choose the master bedroom.

Even if he was on the floor, he had to stay. It was not that he had any strange ideas, but that he had to squeeze in the same room with Bae Joo-hyun and Kang Seki, but that he was so tired.

Furthermore, he lives here to facilitate the adjustment of today's shooting arrangements.

Although Jiang Shuqi's vocal cords were cut aside, he didn't plan to let her get out of the car.

Even if you can't sing the song, Jiang Shuqi can still dance and draw comics. There are 12 people in the Qingchun group, and it's not a big problem to open one person without a voice.

After washing up, he changed into a casual outfit and got into the quilt.

There is floor heating in it, and the bed is very hot and it is very hot.

He had been working hard for a day and spent a lot of effort on Olympic Avenue. As soon as he touched the pillow, he felt like he was sealed. His sleepiness hit him and his eyelids fought.

Just when he almost met with Gong Zhou, Pei Zhuxuan's voice brought him back to reality.

"Han Zidong?"

"exist."

Han Zidong barely opened his eyes and responded.

I saw Pei Zhuxuan, who was wearing a bun, supporting her chin with both hands, lying on the edge of the bed and looking down at him, smiling at him in a low voice, "We are so reliable in our male relatives."

Han Zidong smiled: "You are also very reliable, it's Ouni!"

Hearing Han Zidong's praise, Pei Zhuxuan pouted her mouth and shook her head proudly: "That's it."

"Well, we must not be small just because we are petite..."

"Ah, come out of ancient thunder!"

Pei Zhuxuan picked up the pillow at her hand and smashed it at Han Zidong.

After smashing her for a while, she felt unsatisfied, so she looked outside the bedroom again, smiled, sat down to the edge of the bed, stretched out her feet, stuck into the quilt, and touched Han Zidong's stomach with her feelings.

Under Han Zidong's wide eyes, she stomped on Han Zidong's belly with her little feet, and giggled while stomping on her sleeves and covering her mouth.

abnormal!

Han Zidong felt a little energetic, looked at Pei Zhuxuan and asked, "What are you doing?"

"For you..." Seeing the helpless expression on the man under his feet, Pei Zhuxuan laughed and said nothing: "Help you massage... your stomach."

"Massage your stomach, right?"

Han Zidong quickly got up, grabbed Pei Zhuxuan's ankle, and hugged Pei Zhuxuan directly before it reacted.

"Ah, what are you doing~"

Pei Zhuxuan pressed her chest with one hand, gasped heavily, and hit his chest with the other: "I'm scared."

"You have practiced dancing for a day and have taken a shower, so just step on me?"

Pei Zhuxuan raised her little head and said proudly: "No washing~"

"No, right!"

Han Zidong hugged Pei Zhuxuan and lay on the quilt, scratching Pei Zhuxuan's itchy hands. Pei Zhuxuan repeatedly reached out to stop him, but unfortunately it was useless: "Oh, you... stop making trouble~"

"Just make a fuss, just make a fuss~"

Soon, he pressed Pei Zhuxuan's hands with one hand. Pei Zhuxuan pursed her lips, her two watery eyes flashed, bit her lower lip, and said softly: "Can you let me go, okay?"

"Well...not good!"

Han Zidong grabbed Pei Zhuxuan's wrists and straightened Pei Zhuxuan's hands around the top of his head and pressed it on the quilt. Now Pei Zhuxuan became a fish on the chopping board and was slaughtered by him.

He tilted his head and slowly came over.

The two of them pressed their lips together, and he let go of Pei Zhuxuan's hand.

Bae Joo-hyun's hands were free and he slowly hugged Han Zidong tightly.

The two kissed.

Feeling the faint smell of wood perfume coming from Han Zidong's body, she was a little addicted, and turned to Han Zidong's lips and kissed gently.

Just when she was dazzled, a clear sound of opening the door came into her ears. She immediately pushed Han Zidong away and climbed onto the bed in a few seconds.

She was lying on the head of the bed in a lying side, pretending nothing happened.

Han Zidong leaned against the wardrobe behind him and touched his lips, obviously feeling a little unfulfilled.

About seven or eight seconds later, Jiang Shiqi, wearing a loose pajamas and pajamas, pushed the door and walked in.