Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Han Zidong leaned against the door, half-bent, ready to type in the password.

At this moment, he glanced at Jin Zhijing standing aside.

Jin Zaijing saw that Han Zidong had been pondering for a long time without typing in the password, so he thoughtfully approached him: "Writer Han, would you like me to help ask Minxiu for the password?"

Han Zidong shook his head, then threw away his hand and said with disgust: "Stay away from me."

"Guilty?"

Like a primary school student who made a mistake, Kim Zai Kyung repeated in a very sincere tone: "Stay away from you?"

"Yes, you heard it right, because I have to enter my password."

Yeah, this guy!

Not angry, not angry, Jin Zaijing forced a smile, took two steps back, and turned around.

Of course Han Zidong was teasing Jin Zaijing deliberately and maliciously.

After all, anyone who curses a lot and then finds out that the person being scolded is himself will feel very unhappy.

The first time after opening the door, Han Zidong went straight to the toilet.

Jin Zaijing followed her into the house. This was the second time she came to Han Zidong's residence.

Compared with last time, the living room is much empty. The previous desk, computer, etc. are all gone, and there is not even a place to sit.

She thought for a while, walked to the kitchen, washed two cups, received a cup of warm water and a cup of cold water respectively, and then sat on the floor of the living room.

Han Zidong wiped his face and came out, and saw Jin Zaijing, who was as comfortable as his master, sitting against the wall.

Without saying anything, he sat cross-legged next to Jin Zaijing and took the water glass from him.

The top of the water cup was filled with water vapor, and there was a warm feeling coming from the wall of the cup, which made him couldn't help but take another look at Jin Zaijing.

The latter seemed to have read his mind: "I heard Minxiu say that you seem to like drinking hot water."

Han Zidong nodded and smiled.

It was a reversal of the unhappiness he had just felt. Anyway, apart from scolding himself a few times, he didn't suffer any loss.

He took a sip of water and said slowly: "Actually, the positioning of your project was wrong from the beginning."

"Guilty? However, the female readers who have seen my project have given it high praise."

"Then let me guess. Except for Kim Ji-sook, most of your so-called readers should be alumni of your Dongduk Women's University, right?"

"That's true."

Han Zidong shook his head: "Have you ever thought that before they review your work and design, they have already added a halo of acquaintance to your work? No matter how bad your work is, you can still get a meaningless sentence from them.

'Not bad'."

Kim Zai Kyung wanted to retort, but due to the misunderstanding just now, she carefully considered her words and said cautiously: "But didn't you start as a star from acquaintances and fans?"

Han Zidong glanced at Jin Zijing and asked calmly: "Do you have shares in Tumblbug?"

Jin Zaijing shook his head.

Han Zidong continued to ask: "Then do you have a plan that can impress Tumblbug's management?"

"No."

Han Zidong looked Jin Zaijing up and down, the contempt in his expression self-evident.

Jin Zaijing was not convinced and asked: "Then which group do you think my readers should be?"

Han Zidong's eyes lost focus under the dense water vapor, and he slowly spit out two words: "Children."

"Guilty? Why?"

Jin Zhaijing put away one leg, turned sideways, and looked straight at Han Zidong.

Han Zidong glanced sideways at Jin Zaijing's chest and continued to water himself, "Aren't you angry if I ask you to draw underage comics?"

"Why should I be angry? "Pororo" is also very successful, but I don't quite understand why you think I can draw children's comics."

That’s not because the plots of your teenage comics are boring.

Han Zidong accidentally glanced at two places on the black sweatshirt, and Han Zidong swallowed.

If he was not sure before, now he was 150% sure that the woman in front of him was definitely not wearing any solid equipment.

What a sin!

He forced himself to focus on Jin Zaijing's face.

This should be regarded as the first time that he and Jin Zaijing sat face to face. The distance between the two was so close that there was only an arm's length.

Compared with other girl group members, this one has a brighter face, the kind of face that elders will like very much at a glance.

She has fair skin, beautiful appearance, big breasts, thin waist, and lots of hair. No wonder she rejected the cute Kara and chose Rainbow.

What a sin!

He pressed his forehead on his forearm.

On the side, Jin Zaijing hurriedly crawled over and asked with concern: "Writer Nim, are you feeling unwell?"

Han Zidong moved his head and did not deny it.

Jin Zaijing quickly helped Han Zidong up and supported him to sit at the kitchen table.

As she walked towards the refrigerator, she said, "Let me make you a hangover soup."

Opening the refrigerator and seeing that it was empty except for a few ginger slices and a few bottles of drinks, she turned back and said with a smile: "I think I'd better go to a convenience store."

Jin Zaijing acted in a hurry and did not give Han Zidong a chance to interrupt.

Fortunately, Han Zidong stopped her in time: "Wait a minute, if you go out like this, you won't be able to come in for a while."

With that said, Han Zidong took out his wallet from his pocket and pulled out two cards: "Bring the access control card with you, and since you are buying something for me, just swipe my card."

Jin Zaijing took the card, remembered the two sets of passwords, and hurried out the door.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Han Zidong hammered the table hard and thought maliciously: "The wine tonight was definitely drugged."

He sighed and walked slowly to the bathroom, planning to take a cold shower and calm down.

After he took a cold shower and changed into loose clothes, he just stepped into the living room when he heard the sound of boiling water coming from the kitchen.

Kim Zai-kyung wore an apron, turned her back to him, and was busy in the kitchen.

Han Zidong rummaged through the bag on the table and took out a bottle of Kendi. While unscrewing the cap, he quietly admired Jin Zaijing's back.

At this time, Jin Zaijing tied up her long hair and rolled up half of the sleeves of her sweatshirt. She looked like a young housewife, thoughtfully preparing sobering soup for her drunken husband.

Ginger, red dates, wolfberries, and brown sugar were sprinkled into the water one by one.

While waiting for the soup to be cooked, she looked back at Han Zidong and said, "Writer, it will be ready soon. Please wait a moment."

"Okay."

The lighting in the kitchen is warmer than that in the living room, and Han Zidong also suspects that the lampshade may need to be washed. In short, the faint yellow light shining on Jin Zijing has a unique sense of harmony, which is pleasing to the eye.

He thought silently: "The studio has moved, and Park Shengxiu was also sent away by him. It seems like it's time to find a woman for this room."

At this time, a fifty-fifty figure appeared in his mind.