Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 379 It's a pity to give it to others

Author: Smelling fragrance to know women i

Chapter 379 It's a pity to give it to others

Liu Zhimin sat on the sofa, lowered his head to screen for suitable photos, and occasionally looked up at the women sitting not far away.

These Onis are really beautiful!

Originally, she was a little stinky and thought she was pretty good-looking, but when she saw people like Jin Zaijing and Zhao Xianrong, she felt the first time there was a wall between artists and ordinary people.

Decent clothing, exquisite makeup, confident smiles, and the artists in the standby room are like shining gems.

Although some people look a little fat under the camera, they are actually just right in shape and they are simply perfect.

For example, Zhao Xianrong.

Zhao Xianrong has a baby face, but his figure is extremely hot. Every time Liu Zhimin sees Zhao Xianrong's straight shots, he can't take his eyes off.

The only flaw is that Zhao Xianrong is a little fat, but when she got into Zhao Xianrong close, she realized how outrageous she was wrong.

Zhao Xianrong and Oni really beat him!

Also, Zhao Xianrong is really like a child, very playful and always overestimates himself to challenge Jin Zaijing. He is always easily suppressed by Jin Zaijing, which causes laughter from others.

Zhao Xianrong was caught by Jin Zaijing's head, and patted Jin Zaijing's arm with both hands: "Ohni, let it go, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong."

"You have said it three times just by saying 'I was wrong'!"

The Jin Zaijing increased the strength a little, causing Zhao Xianrong to cry out in pain, and the fly rubbed his hands: "Oni, I really know I was wrong, this is the last time."

"I'm really a mistake?"

"Yeah yeah."

Jin Zaijing heard this and let go of Zhao Xianrong.

Zhao Xianrong pressed his neck, walked to the table, picked up two bottles of water, walked towards Liu Zhimin, and then sat next to Liu Zhimin, handed a bottle of water to Liu Zhimin.

"Kangsanmida!"

Liu Zhimin took the water, unscrewed the lid, and took a small sip.

Just as she twisted the lid, she suddenly found that Zhao Xianrong had actually put his mouth in his mouth, and drank the entire bottle like a buffalo, drinking it with water.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Liu Zhimin staring at him in a daze, Zhao Xianrong asked.

"fine."

Liu Zhimin squeezed out a smile and waved his hands repeatedly.

Zhao Xianrong put the Aquarius aside, approached Liu Zhimin, reached out and pinched the other person's little face: "Oh, our writers' fans are really more beautiful than the other, so cute."

This Oni seems a bit strange.

Liu Zhimin sat back a little with a fake smile. Who knew that Zhao Xianrong was disgusted without realizing that he was disliked, leaned over again, and reached out to wrap his hand around her shoulder.

"Zhimin, will you dance "kiyomi song"?"

Cute Song is so simple, who can’t dance!

However, Liu Zhimin looked at Kim Zaijing, Kim Yarong and others, and shook her head gently. She didn't want to dance that cute gesture dance in public.

"No? It seems that we writers need to work harder," Zhao Xianrong said to himself: "Even his fans don't know what they are talking about, what are the big hits!"

"Why do you say that?"

Liu Zhimin asked in confusion.

Zhao Xianrong leaned close to Liu Zhimin's ear and whispered: "I tell you, don't tell others."

Liu Zhimin's eyes lit up, as if he had smelled gossip, nodded repeatedly and made a guarantee.

Zhao Xianrong lowered his voice and said, "The kiyomi song was written based on the chorus compiled by Choi Yoo-jin."

"Lyrics?"

As a writer, Han Zidong seems to be difficult for him to write lyrics across the line. However, Liu Zhimin saw Zhao Xianrong shook his head: "He also provided the song."

"real?"

Liu Zhimin called out unconsciously.

Kim Zaijing, Kim Yarong, Park Mi-yeon and Kwon Nara looked at each other with curious eyes.

Zhao Xianrong waved his hand to everyone: "We are whispering."

Liu Zhimin was still confused and could not believe Zhao Xianrong's words at all.

It is true that Han Zidong is very good. He can make comics, design variety shows, start a company, and even write lyrics, but what's wrong with him knowing how to write music.

Is composing that simple thing?

Noticed Liu Zhimin's expression, Zhao Xianrong reached out and touched the soft flesh on Liu Zhimin's chin: "Don't believe it? If you don't believe it, you can..."

Before she could finish her words, she heard a knock on the door outside.

"May I come inside?"

Zhao Xianrong let go of Liu Zhimin after hearing this: "Okay, come in quickly, it seems like you have never been here."

The door was pushed open in response to the sound, and a face that made everyone in the standby room smile appeared from behind the door.

Standing at the door, Han Zidong's nose wings fluttered and his face showed joy.

Generally speaking, when so many women stay in a relatively closed space, the perfume smells of each other will inevitably be mixed together.

The perfume flavors of different flavors will be a bit pungent, but this time it is completely different. The smell is like a king, secretly suppressing the greasy smell of the perfume, which is comfortable and pleasant.

After a quick glance at Jin Zaijing, Han Zidong looked at the sofa on the right side of the door.

"Zhimin, come here."

Looking at Liu Zhimin's cute appearance with his head raised, he touched Liu Zhimin's little head and introduced to everyone: "This is my fan, Liu Zhimin..."

"We all know each other, okay!"

Zhao Xianrong interrupted Han Zidong with a chuckling.

"You talk too much, look at the four of them, and look at you again."

"Yes, yes, I'm talking too much."

Zhao Xianrong admitted his mistake quickly.

This won't show Han Zidong: "Huh?"

He looked up at Jin Zaijing and glanced at Jin Zaijing openly.

Jin Zaijing wore a light pink V-neck lace shirt today, revealing her fair collarbone openly, and her long hair was slightly curled up at the end, which was full of charm and very attractive.

She wore a black leather jacket on the upper body, and a slim-fitting washable jeans underneath. She wore a pair of black thick-heeled high heels. She stood there casually, and she looked like a cool and cool lady.

"Ask a scripture, has this Xianrong been taken over?"

As he said that, he was afraid that everyone would not understand the meaning of taking over the body, so he quickly explained it.

Zhao Xianrong is usually very jumping, but he suddenly feels so gentle today. No matter how you look at it, it makes people feel worried.

Park Mi-yeon noticed Han Zidong's eyes, her eyes flowed back and forth, and she smiled and said, "That's because we settled yesterday, so we..."

While speaking, Park Mi-yeon pointed to a corner behind her.

I saw three or four gift boxes on the small table, with handbags, exquisitely decorated gift boxes, and the handbags were filled with blessings. For the words of thanks, Han Zidong saw his name at a glance.

Chinese characters name.

He walked to the inside, picked up a handbag and asked, "Who wrote this?"

Several people led by Jin Zaijing looked at Zhao Xianrong. Zhao Xianrong raised his chin with his arms proudly, clearly saying that he should praise me quickly.

"Yeah, I just knew you could speak a few Chinese sentences, but I didn't expect that the words were well written."

Han Zidong held the rope of the handbag in one hand and the bottom of the handbag in the other hand, shaking the mobile phone bag, which was quite heavy.

"What's inside?"

Jin Zaijing said, "This is a gift from the seven of us, to thank you for your care. As for what the gift is, you will know it when you go home and tear it down."

Han Zidong nodded and picked up a gift box: "Who gave this gift?"

Jin Yarong licked the corner of her mouth, bit her lip and raised her hand: "It's our Girl's Day's gift."

"Then this one is..."

“It’s us Dal Shabet.”

Han Zidong turned around and deliberately did not ask for the last gift.

Kwon Nara, who was standing beside Park Mi-yeon, widened her eyes. Seeing that Han Zidong was not planning to ask for the last gift, she hurriedly said, "Writer~ We Hello Venus have also given you a gift."

"In, I know."

Han Zidong turned around and picked up a square gift box: "You have too many things to give." It was a very happy thing to receive the gift. He swept around and said seriously: "I don't know."

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In addition to Zhao Xianrong, the five women clapped each other.

Liu Zhimin stood alone on the other side.

Maybe it was because of the feeling that she had been, and by some reason, she raised her cell phone.

It just happened to be able to put the Zhao Hyun-young in front of the sofa, Kim Zaijing, Kim Ya-young, Park Mi-yeon, Kwon Nara, and Han Zidong holding the gift box into the camera.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that except for Zhao Xianrong, there were always some elements in the smiles of the other four people that she couldn’t understand, attracting her.

Bang!

With a photo taken, six eyes shot at him.

"Zhimin."

Han Zidong waved to Liu Zhimin.

Liu Zhimin trotted over and tacitly handed the phone to Han Zidong.

Han Zidong just glanced at him and felt that he couldn't breathe. He took a deep breath and looked at Jin Zaijing with a smile: "This kid is a fan of your sexy group. You stand up and take a photo together."

Under his greeting, five big beauties posed a few poses around Liu Zhimin and let him take a few photos.

During the break of taking photos, he secretly sent the photo to himself, then deleted the chat history, and finally cleared the photo silently.

The settlement was very strong yesterday, and he and Liu Zhimin were warmly welcomed by all the female guests. Unfortunately, there was not much time left, so he could only give a simple greeting and had no time to interact with a few girlfriends.

Liu Zhimin followed Han Zidong happily and walked from the backstage to the recording hall.

While walking and browsing the photos just now, she suddenly found that the first photo she had just taken seemed to be missing. She flipped through a few photos, but she really didn't find that photo.

The only one who had just used her phone...the eyes locked the man in front of her.

"Oba," she trotted and followed. Seeing Han Zidong turn around, she raised her phone and asked, "Oba, have you deleted my photo?"

"I discovered it so soon," Han Zidong squatted down, looked at Liu Zhimin and nodded: "Yes, I deleted it."

Liu Zhimin didn't expect that Han Zidong had really deleted her photo, and he didn't expect that Han Zidong admitted so simply that she just doubted whether she had a problem.

"For, why?"

"And ask why, you said why."

Han Zidong took out his cell phone, found the photo just now, and pointed it to Liu Zhimin: "I won't talk about the secret photos you took. Look at the photos you took, is it easy for people to talk about?"

Liu Zhimin asked in confusion: "What are you talking about?"

Han Zidong stretched out his hand and blocked the part behind Jin Zaijing: "How does it feel to see these two people alone?"

As if he was enlightened, Liu Zhimin clapped his hands: "These two people are..."

Then she realized that it was in public, and occasionally there were passing staff members who swallowed the unspoken "lovers" back.

Han Zidong accurately received Liu Zhimin's intention, thinking that the current children are smart, and he did the same thing and held down the part behind Park Mi-yeon.

"That's how it is."

"oh!"

Liu Zhimin looked at Han Zidong with an incredible look on his face.

"What kind of expression do you have? I'm just giving an example.

You are on the scene, so you know they are expressing their gratitude to me, so they reveal seemingly extraordinary emotions.

But if this photo is spread, do you know how those unscrupulous journalists who only care about click-through rates will edit this photo and how will they make up stories?"

Han Zidong paused for a moment, leaving Liu Zhimin with room for imagination: "They can make up love scandals, and they are best at this kind of thing."

"But, but I won't send it out on purpose?"

Liu Zhimin felt a little wronged. Han Zidong said that she had no idea at all. At most, she would send it to Li Luduo and Shen Zhiyuan and a few young sisters.

"I know Zhimin is a good kid, but you can guarantee that you won't share it with anyone, like Li Luduo, like Shen Zhiyuan."

"No," Liu Zhimin shook his head fiercely: "I will keep it on my phone and will not send it to anyone."

"Okay, then can you guarantee that your phone will not be lost or hacked?"

This obviously touched Liu Zhimin's blind spot in knowledge. She asked blankly: "Hacker attack?"

Han Zidong nodded.

"That is, although you will not take the initiative to share this photo, it may be obtained by others by illegal means, such as if your phone is lost, the other party sees the photo, and then posts it online."

"I will try my best to protect my phone."

Liu Zhimin's tone was a bit unconfident.

Han Zidong touched his chin and pondered for a few seconds. He stretched out his little finger: "Hook, you must do your best to ensure that no one will see this photo."

"Inside."

Liu Zhimin responded with full energy and stretched out his little finger happily.

Han Zidong shared the photo with Liu Zhimin very readily.

After all, he deleted this photo, but was not afraid of leaking it, but because he was afraid that Jin Zhaijing would ask for it, and then found some clues.

Because with his reputation for taking 2 billion to sue for reputation, no fool dares to attack him without proof.

Liu Zhimin patted her chest and promised that she would swear to protect this photo to the death. Then she took the opportunity to ask the creator of "kiyomi song".

"It's me."

Han Zidong said frankly.

"You can write songs?"

Liu Zhimin was shocked.

"Not too much, only a little bit, but Zhimin, you have to keep it secret for me."

Liu Zhimin covered his mouth with his hands folded and showed that he would keep the secret with practical actions.

"We Zhimin is really reliable."

While talking and laughing, the two of them came to the front-most guest seat of the audience.

Liu Zhimin was still immersed in the bold words just now. She felt like an agent entrusted with a special mission, silently guarding the photo for Han Zidong.

As soon as she sat down, her cell phone vibrated.

She opened it and found that it was a friend's application, and the applicant was... Jin Zaijing!

Click to pass, and a message was sent to the opposite side.

"I'm Jin Zaijing, Zhimin, maybe you can send an image you just took to Ou Ni?"

Liu Zhimin tilted his head and thought for a while, and sent all the other photos except the first one to Jin Zaijing.

After a while, Jin Zaijing sent another message.

"There should be another one?"

Liu Zhimin unconsciously straightened his body, turned his head and looked at Han Zidong. Han Zidong was chatting with Quan Xiaosheng on his right hand, not paying attention to her at all.

Turning back, she typed: "Oni, I deleted that photo by mistake."

Jin Zaijing said it was a pity, and asked a few more questions about study, and then he voluntarily stopped chatting.

Liu Zhimin looked up at the group of female guests tied up microphones in the recording hall. Each female guests had different colors, but in terms of excellence, the man around him was the most powerful.

Thinking of the photo just now, the four women looked at Han Zidong tenderly, and a wonderful idea flashed through her mind.

"It's a pity to give it to others!"

She turned her body, pulled Han Zidong's sleeve, and asked, "Oba, do you Lezhi Comics support fan creation?"

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(End of this chapter)