How can you write a sick letter with “Hing, sister’s waist”? – Chocolate.

How can you write a sick letter with “Hing, sister’s waist”? – Chocolate.

How can you write a sick letter with “Hing, sister’s waist”? – What?

“Sister’s waist is so thin. I’m sorry.

He debuts his shirt, kneels by his bed, around my waist, looks up at me.

As a submissive gesture.

And We touched his eyes with our fingers, and down along his naked chest, they stopped in the burning ground.

“Audience. And I withdrew my hand and looked down at him, and said: “Son, sister, please.” I’m sorry.

His eyes were full of light, and his eyes were swung, and his voice trembled. I’m sorry.

“Good boy. I’m sorry.

And I was able to move, and I was pleased to see his cold and white face gushing with red, and my clear eyes were filled with a little deep desire.

It’s like, white paper dyes.

♪ Fingers of Silly, Sweet Star X ♪ The White and Dark Broker

One.

It was a trick to let Gi’s ear decide to take revenge on me.

I designed it.

I found a little girl who pretended to be his sick fan to ask for help.

Gi has always been a good man, and after seeing the hospital certificate, she was called 300,000 on the spot.

When he got into the car, I gave him a couple of scripts, and he said, “Select one.” I’m sorry.

The light of the car was dark and the genus was slightly down, turning over the script in the hand and showing a small white neck.

Cyan veins that are staggered are clearer when the velvet hair passes.

And I closed my eyes, and I pressed the gushing desire of my heart, and I looked away.

No way.

Not yet.

In the end, I laughed and said, “Go home and rest early and come to the company tomorrow on time. I’m sorry.

“The meeting is taking place.” I’m sorry.

The vehicle was too close to the inside to breathe.

He had a red ear, but he responded to it with calmness: “Yes, Sister Kang, I’m sorry.

The next day, before the company meeting, I personally brought the little girl to him.

What was it written on the letterpaper?

And then look up, look at us, and your lips are shaking, and your face is brushed with a greasy white.

I asked the little girl to go through it from beginning to end, and to turn her $20,000 in front of Qin.

The little girl left with a cigarette.

Gi’s looking at me, black and heavy in my pupils. I’m sorry.

“Yeah. I admit it.

Then I bowed down, neared his face, looked him in the eye,

“George, you know, that’s reality. And it’s not necessarily true what you’ve seen, and it’s hard to see what’s on the Internet. I’m sorry.

Silence for a moment.

And suddenly he looked up and looked at me in cold, and he said, “King, you disgust me. I’m sorry.

I was not angry, but I looked at him with calm: “It’s okay to be disgusting, but you have to learn a lesson. I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, I pulled the bank card out of my pocket and gently stuck it in his crochet.

The card still contains my body temperature, and as I passed through his chest with my fingertips, I deliberately slowed down and stayed for half a second.

“Here’s your $300,000, the password on the back of the card. I shot him in the chest, and I smiled, and I said, “Take it, boy. I’m sorry.

He had a clear eye and a clear eye with a storm, and he had disappeared at the next moment, but he had created a few pieces of hatred.

I think that’s the moment I got revenge.

He’s going to give me back his teeth, trample on my heart, and make me feel like I’m being tricked.

An innocent and white boy.

His revenge was his own.

In the process of finalizing the script and next month’s announcement, he kept painting on that notebook, avoiding my eyes.

Is it a plan?

I don’t know why I’m suddenly looking forward to it.

Two.

Gi’s a star.

Or, actor.

He had a very beautiful skin bag, bright and clear eyes, thin and wet eyelashes, light lips, high eyebrows and nostrils, and he sharpened the entire face in very deep shape.

The appearance is superior, and it is from a serious school, but for only two years it has left behind several classic roles.

He’s an outstanding actor, but not a qualified artist.

It likes to tweet and to forward information on it.

Because of the confusion of the news, it was inevitable that the message had been suspended for two days in a dark and hot search.

For his asterisk, the company that heard the story dug me up as his agent.

On the first side of my life, the young men who were clear in the rumours frowned, but politely shouted, “Hello, Sister Kang. I’m sorry.

I reached out and held him.

He hasn’t graduated, he’s not 20 years old, he’s not rich, but happy.

I’ve never seen darkness before.

That’s why you’re so naive and naked.

The little boy’s long, warm fingers rubbed my hand on my back for a moment and his ears were red.

If I don’t do anything, I’ll give him a job after I introduce myself.

On the third day I became a cynic broker, he relayed another dog-seeking revelation on Twitter.

Boss Luo Fung told me to come over and let me fix this.

And I said, “Be assured, I have a way. I’m sorry.

My approach is in reality, to be honest, to be honest.

Let him see the cruel reality, and let him know that the heart is evil.

This method is useful.

He knows the evil heart, but hates me.

Before we split up, I looked back.

There’s some obscurity in this eye, like a starlight.

My heart is at stake, and he intends to seduce me to fall in love with him and then to abandon me and tell me that all this is a trick.

He wants revenge on me, like I did to him.

The next morning, I was driving to take a speech.

When he got in the car, he put a sandwich and a bag of milk in my hand and whispered:

“You’ve come so early to pick me up, haven’t you had breakfast yet? I’m sorry.

“Sir, I know you’re for my future, and I won’t bother you again.” I’m sorry.

The little boy tried so hard to make his voice sound so sweet and sweet, that he was betrayed by a little tremor.

When there’s no camera and no script, his acting is a little bit worse.

I took the breakfast in his hand and the fingertips were not meant for his hand.

Kim’s speech was burned to the ground and his hands were taken back and his cheeks dyed with a thin red.

Maybe by chance, I’m wearing a little black dress today.

I’ve always liked to wear light-colored genres, but I’ve also worn a black T, and it’s the more beautiful.

He pulls the door open and goes down, and he looks back at me: “Sister Kang, today’s dress looks good.” I’m sorry.

The eyes are bright, as if they were true.

I laughed, but the sound was deliberately low, full of temptations: “It’s good, isn’t it? I’m sorry.

Gi has opened his mouth and seems to want to say something more, and finally he left in a red rush.

I’m carrying a bag and I’m following it like it is.

His work today is a permanent recording of art.

One of the links is to express the performance of the guest of honour by imitating the poetic state.

I wonder if it’s a coincidence that the one that was given to the Qin was the Diary of the Sea.

“Sister, I don’t care about humans tonight. I just want you. I’m sorry.

When he read the last sentence, he looked up, looked through the light of the scene, looked through the eyes of the crowd and was bound to my face.

A pair of bright eyes.

Young, simple, hot.

Maybe for professional reasons.

He’s always good at acting when there’s a shot.

And I covered my lips, and laughed.

The cataloguing system ends in the evening.

The director had a meal, a table, two more drinks and a little drunk.

When you go out, almost half hang on to me.

Although he was tall, he was still young and therefore not very heavy.

It’s just the hair of a furry hair and the skin of my neck, and it’s always hot.

The assistant was also an intern. He wanted to help. I shook my head.

“No, take your things and get the car. I’m sorry.

I sat down in the back seat of the car.

He leaned on my shoulder and whispered, “Sister Kang.”

It’s a little dumb in the voice.

“You’re drunk. Just rest. I’m sorry.

I held his little arm back in my hand, slipped all the way down and held his finger.

The genus was a little stiff and the throat was rolling two times.

It’s not coming out.

The car was parked downstairs, and I instructed the assistant to wait for me downstairs, and then brought up the Qi speech.

And in the dark of the gates I was still groping for the light, and suddenly my hand was seized by the hearsay.

“Sister Kang. I’m sorry.

Maybe it’s dark, it’s dark, and his voice sounds heavy and he wants it.

And We paused, and raised our feet, and leaned into his ear with a little moon, and almost touched his lips.

There is a growing confusion between alcohol and alcohol.

“Didn’t that sound good in the studio? * I’m slow to say that my finger bits off his shirt, * * called my sister.* I’m sorry.

“…”

“Be good, my sister will make you happy.” I’m sorry.

The silenced the lower body and the back hit the switch.

The lights were bright in one room, and they were invisible.

After a bit of a panic, he buried his face on my shoulder, quenching hard, and then said, “Sister.” I’m sorry.

White paper was my first colour.

3

When I came out of the apartment door of the Democrats with high heels, I had the disinfected towel that I had just used to wipe my hands.

The night was cold, and when the wind came, I shrunk, and I flew into the car.

My assistant is waiting for me in the front seat. I’m sorry.

Hard work?

I laughed and said, “Yes. I’m sorry.

It’s not hard to make Qi speak in my ear and cry out to my sister.

I leaned on the back of the chair, I put my eyes on it, and I looked back at every moment.

The word of the red-eyed, who hated me so much, could not restrain himself.

“Sister. I’m sorry.

The entanglement of sound adds a layer and a layer of eccentricity to the low.

And the likeness of him in the day when he was pure and warm cannot help but lead him to fall and fall again.

I’m in a good mood until I get a call from Hocheon.

I just got home and he called.

“You were right on time, didn’t you? I’m sorry.

Hogawa was my boss.

Young and handsome and rich, and the beauty comes and goes and goes.

“How dare I?” Kang, how are you feeling about the new company? I’m sorry.

I’m lazy: “The boss is generous, the artist is good, and life is better – Haogawa, more comfortable than you.” I’m sorry.

And suddenly he was silent.

The air is still moving in the breath of two people.

A moment later, Hocheon smiled: “King, I’m getting engaged. I’m sorry.

“Congratulations. I stopped a little, or I made it sound soft, “Hochean, we’ve been broke for two years, and that’s it.” I’m sorry.

Hang up the phone and I’ll leave my phone on the table and get up and go to the study.

Silver blue wallpapers with huge posters on which people look innocent and look at me with bright eyes.

These eyes are so clear that even if they are only in the picture, it seems as if they are a clear glimpse of my filthy soul.

How I wanted to drag him into my world, stain the light and keep him from me.

I reached out my finger and touched the cheeks of the people in the posters, and then put my lips on it.

A dream-like kiss.

I didn’t sleep well this night.

I used to go to and from the dream, and I fell into it, and I woke up a few times with long emotions.

In a few days, the new show is on.

The junior assistant is in the intern and has a class today. I can’t come. I’m driving to pick up the disciplinary speech.

He got into the car with a mask and a hat, and his eyes ran out of my face and his ears were slightly red.

I smiled and gave him the American thing in my hand: “Drinking coffee, your face is a little swollen.” I’m sorry.

When he answered, he took the coffee, and pulled off his mask, and I found the wounds on his lips crumbled with thin twigs.

It was me that night.

I put my hand on the wheel and I watched him drink.

He looks really good, with a wet dog’s eyes, simple and naive, and a twirling of his throat, with a radiant desire.

Gi’s speech fills up a hot American drink, frowns his head, and straddles me:

“You’re so careful. You want to bring me a cup of coffee. I’m sorry.

The finger knocked on the wheel and I laughed, “Of course, you’re my artist.” I’m sorry.

There’s a voice in my heart calling his name.

Quincy.

You’re not my artist, you’re my prey.

I knew I couldn’t push the silence too hard, so I turned around and drove without mentioning the absurdity of that night.

But he asked himself, and he said it with euphemism.

“That night? I smiled, “Kie listens, I’m drunk, you’re drunk, too. I’m sorry.

He shook his head so well.

I did, “But I have a boyfriend. I’m sorry.

From the rear-view mirrors of the car, I saw clearly that there was a gleaming of the mood in the ears.

I took him to the set and just got out of the car, another familiar car was parked in front of us.

The door was opened, and Hogawa walked down with a girl in a red dress and saw me in place.

I looked at him and laughed.

The girl’s name is Juni, she’s a rich generation in the entertainment world, and she’s had a good time with Haogawa since she left.

That’s the fiancée he mentioned the other day.

And I passed over with the eyes of Hogawa, and greeted him and Congwe with calmness: “Mr. Ho, Miss Cong.” I’m sorry.

Haogawa looked at me with deep eyes: “King, you…”

His words were not finished, and suddenly my hand fell into a warm hand.

This hand is soft, skeletal, and shivering with a tiny twitch while holding me.

It’s Qi.

And he Noded with those who were before him, politely, and turned his head, and said to me, ‘Son, let us go in, and the director will wait.’ I’m sorry.

This is the first time he’s called my sister in front of a stranger.

I followed him in good manner.

On the way, Gi asked me, “Who’s that? I’m sorry.

The tone is not pleasant.

“My ex-boss and my ex-boyfriend.” I’m sorry.

I’m holding my hand tight.

“But now you’re here to take me. He whispered.

We didn’t know until we got to the set that she was the first woman to be temporarily dropped because of the extra investment she made in the play.

The other side, though incontrovertible, was helpless.

That’s the rule in this circle. Money, curry, everything.

It is highly valuable that Qi has spent more than two years in this filthy place without contamination.

After making up and making up, it is officially on.

I sat at the side of the scene, and I looked after him, and Hogawa suddenly came and sat beside me.

“Ginger. “That’s your artist.” I’m sorry.

It is an unprovoked rule in the circle that brokers are not allowed to point to the artists in their hands.

But I don’t care.

“When did you see me following the rules?” I’m sorry.

He lighted the smoke, and there was no way: “That too. I’m sorry.

At first, Hogawa didn’t want me to be an agent when he signed me.

Because of my beautiful face, he wanted me to be an artist.

I broke into his office during his lunch break and filmed a plan book in front of him, looking firmly at him:

“Hogawa, I can’t perform, I can’t sing, I can’t dance. But I can make money for you. I’m sorry.

I had spent six years in Hocheon’s hands, helping him out with two first-line artists who thought I didn’t owe him, so I jumped to the company where I was.

“Sister. I’m sorry.

The voice of the Qir’an was on top of my head, and I returned and found him standing before me.

I looked up to him, and I looked at what I had seen.

It may be because of the reverse light, which was already clear in his eyes, but it now looks so deep.

And behind him, Juni came and screamed, “Big Haogawa.” I’m sorry.

After Haogawa left, I was sitting right next to him.

Sitting a little closer, with tight thighs and knees touching the knee, is an exceptionally intimate position.

Gi’s mouth suctioned, and suddenly he picked up a bag from next to me, flipped a bottle of light perfume from inside and sprayed twice into the air.

“Sister. “I don’t like the smell of smoke.” I’m sorry.

4

Since that day, Gi has never called me Kang-hyun.

The name “sister” was a little rusty at first, and it got better and better at the end, but it gave rise to a few secrets.

In fact, every time he calls me sister, I remember that ridiculous night.

I was in a lighted room, looking at the hearing face, dragging him into the deep sea of desire.

I’m a patient hunter, and if he says stop, I’ll stop right now.

But he never did.

It was only red eyes, and then I was called “Sister.”

I closed my eyes and I pulled the pictures out of my head.

When they opened their eyes, Gi’s words stood before me and put a hot cup of soy milk in my hand.

A few days ago, Juni asked the whole set to drink, and I took a cup of soy milk tea, and I was taken to my heart.

Sometimes, little boys are clumsy, but even more effective.

“Sister, have some hot. “A warm hand poking to my forehead, and then a little bit more worried in the voice, “Are you feeling sick with a lot of cold sweat?” I’m sorry.

I shook my head and whispered, “It’s only a painful experience. I’m sorry.

It’s not “just.”

Because of the cold water that fell from the head of the junior high school, and the cold that was locked up in the toilet all night, every month of my physiology, I was sorely sweating that I almost fainted that I had to go to the hospital to get a shot.

The previous few months had coincided with the absence of working hours, but this time, the film had to be taken in time.

Before I came, I swallowed two of the Brovens, but it didn’t work out.

I looked up, and I saw the frowning eyelids.

The heartache in his eyes does not look hypocritical.

“Sister, let me help you get some rest. I’m sorry.

More than half a month ago, I was put in my car.

This time, the position turned upside down, and the man who was carried half to the dressing room became me.

Kim carefully lets me lie down on the soft chair and then out of the door, and for a little while, bring back two warm babies and shove them in my hand.

“I’m looking for a short one. He coughed twice and suddenly his voice fell down, and he said, “Sister, put it on yourself. I’m sorry.

Jane’s an assistant to Juni.

I laughed with a white face: “This is useless to me. I’m sorry.

“If you want your sister not to hurt, kiss me.” I’m sorry.

I’m a little sorry when I say it.

As planned, it shouldn’t be that fast.

But what I did not expect was that I was not angry at.

After a little hesitation, he leaned down and approached my face, breathing a little heat.

A moment later, a soft kiss fell on my lips.

I haven’t been able to react yet, but Qi’s speech seems to have been burned straight up, with his eyes running away.

“Sister, you rest here, I… I’ll go work outside. I’m sorry.

“If you feel uncomfortable, call me, I’ll take you to the hospital.” I’m sorry.

After that, if I don’t react, turn around and walk outside the door.

It’s just a little hurried and it looks like it’s too much to run away.

I’m sweating in cold, cold pains, but I’m still smirking at his back:

“Geek listens to me. It’s you who kissed me. I’m sorry.

He was about to go out and hear it, and his back was flat.

A moment later, he turned his back and looked at me with his bare eyes: I’m sorry.

When I was ready, I put my hands on my eyes and I smiled, “Well, go ahead and film, don’t worry about me. I’m sorry.

I closed my eyes and let my consciousness sink into a deep sea, wondering whether I had slept or passed out.

And when Gi’s speech returns, it will be dusk.

He woke me up with care and whispered, “Sister, are you okay? I’m sorry.

The short-lived hair, with a hairy hair and a hairy nose, and a bright sweatball, had just been removed.

He was too young and too pure, and We saw his reflection clearly in his eyes.

The pale face, immersed in cold sweat.

That’s really bad.

“It may not be so good for me to sit down and laugh at him with a hand.” I’m sorry.

Hemorrhage is high and he’s dyed his pants.

And the Qir’an swung his lips, and suddenly he stretched out his hand and held me up.

I held him around my head, but I couldn’t help but say, “What if you take me out like this and I get caught?” I’m sorry.

“Sister, it’s been a long time. The outsiders are gone and no one will see it. I’m sorry.

And blood stomped on his garments, and the gimmick was red, but he did not release me.

He wore masks and hats and drove me all the way to the hospital.

The doctor gave me a shot and hung a bottle of glucose.

“In your case, why do you have to come to the hospital in time? I’m sorry.

Looks like the female doctor in her early 40s finished and looked at the next one:

“Take care of your girlfriend and ring the bell. I’m sorry.

The message was not denied.

After the doctor left, he dragged a chair to sit before the bed and pulled the mask down.

I’ve never seen Qi listen so seriously.

Even the last time I lied to him, he didn’t seem so angry.

He looked me in the eye and said, “Sister, you’ve always been so serious, you should be in the hospital today, not on the set with me. I’m sorry.

I said, “You’re my artist in the absence of the assistant, and it’s my job to make sure you don’t go wrong.” We have work tomorrow. We’ll go back after the water. I’m sorry.

“No way! “Doctors say you’re serious, you live here tonight, and tomorrow I’ll go to the set myself.” I’m sorry.

He stopped for a long time and asked me, “What about your boyfriend?” Why didn’t he take care of you? I’m sorry.

That’s when I remembered that I had a boyfriend who made it up for me.

“He’s too busy at work. He hasn’t had much time lately. I’m sorry.

Gi’s face sunk and looks like he wants to say something.

After a bottle of glucose hanging, I wanted to leave, but the blood test reported that I had severe anemia, and the doctor gave me two more bottles to stay for one night.

I wrinkled, “No, I know my health well. I’m sorry.

“Ginger!

And the voice of Ziqi stood on my shoulder and looked straight at me: “Hear the doctor.” I’m sorry.

Eyes meet in the air, like a silent confrontation.

Looking at the past with this look, as he leans on his lips, his jaw lines fall, and he finally has a bit of a sharp twitch.

I looked into his eyes and looked at him: “This is my business. This is none of your business. You don’t have to worry about me that way. I’m sorry.

And the Qur’an shined, and turned away from me.

And We seized him by his shirt, and forced him to look at me.

“Can I answer this because I like my sister?” I’m sorry.

I laughed.

“Of course. I’m sorry.

Eventually, he stood up straight and went outside to call for a nurse.

I closed my eyes and went back to bed, and I extended my hand back to the nurse: “Come on, stick it up.” I’m sorry.

As a result, the needle just pushed into my veins, and the cynics suddenly opened his mouth, “Are you afraid of needles? I’m sorry.

I looked at him and said, “What’s so scary about needles? I’m sorry.

I didn’t rebut it, it was just the lips, the smile, and it seemed like something had made him so happy.

5

The needle is finally stuck.

The cold liquid drops into the veins, which provokes fatigue.

Gi’s words sit in his chair, head down and turn quietly on that part of the script that’s to be filmed tomorrow.

He’s focused, probably on character.

I knew from the outset that he was an excellent actor and, although innocent, had a very accurate and detailed sense of human emotions.

I guessed.

I’m scared of needles.

When I was a child, I was not well, but I had no money at home and every time I got sick, I went to the cheapest clinic in town.

The low-cost, incandescent light bulbs, the smelly bed sheets of the clinic, the pain of the old man’s needles and the impatience of his mother’s eyes constitute my initial repulsion to the illness.

But I’m not well, and even when I grow up, I come to the hospital from time to time.

I had a couple of light, incompetent parents who were in love with each other because they were beautiful and accidentally pregnant with me.

When I was born, neither of them refused to work, and they were looking forward to each other making a fortune, so that they could change their lives, quarrelling, and threw me to old grandmothers.

At the age of eight, they were finally divorced, each seeking happiness.

The mother married a middle-aged boss who had lost his wife, and the father, with that handsome face, hooked up with a rich divorced woman with children.

The two people who have been so kind have lived the kind of life they want.

I’ve probably inherited the coolness and selfishness of their bones. I have no feelings for either of them.

Only when I was born was my grandmother with me.

In junior high school, it was rumored that one bottle of green tea would hold me once, and she ran to the school, blocked the door of the office and insisted that the teacher clarify for me and restore justice.

I’m well aware that I’ve always looked in the eyes of others.

Darkness, viciousness, wavering, indignity, money above all else.

I guess that’s what I’m talking about.

But she’s not.

In Grandma’s eyes, I’ll always be a good, innocent little twat.

All she knew was that in high school, Song Shizuku locked me in the toilet room and poured me a cold pot of water so I could sit in the cold all night.

But she didn’t know that I soon picked up a boy who was secretly in love with Song Poe-soo, asked him out in his name, and ran her head under the pipe for five minutes.

Song Shizuku struggled, scratched me, hit me, scratched a piece of my wrist, and I didn’t let go.

She was soft, she was paraplegic on the ground and I threw blood in her face and her head was gone.

Then I graduated from college and was signed by Hogawa as a broker, making more and more money.

I bought a house and picked up Grandma and made her and the old sister from the old town a neighbor upstairs and went to see her in the morning.

It’s just that I don’t live with her and I don’t tell her exactly what I’m doing.

I’ve rotted in the mud, fallen into the abyss, and I’m not willing to live with the darkness.

I’m looking for a light, but I don’t want him to shine on me, and I just want him to dye it.

The first time I saw Jie’s speech, I had other entertainers.

Shortly after his departure, he was standing on the stage with a small prize for the first play, speaking as seriously as a student report and calling for social good and good.

The artist sitting next to me turned his white eye and laughed: “The white Lotus flower.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t pay attention to him, but I couldn’t stop staring at the voices on the stage.

He seemed so kind and simple, so bright and so radiant that he could not resist the desire to possess and destroy.

I found the best prey.

Sister?

Sister, what do you think?

When the voice of the voice of the voice of the Quintune was soared, I realized I didn’t know when, and I fell into the deep sea of memory.

Looking back, his face stopped near me.

The eyes are bright, the pupils are light, the emotions are laid inside, as if they were able to see the clear.

I’ve had a lot of fun, and I’ve asked him, “Did you read the script?” I’m sorry.

“Well, it’s over again, there’s a show tomorrow,” and he paused a little bit, “There’s a kiss tomorrow, I haven’t done it before, so I’m working on it. I’m sorry.

When I picked my eyebrow, my voice fell down, and I got confused: “Is that right, the sister with you practiced?” I’m sorry.

And We seized him with his hand without a needle, and forced him to bend down and to kiss his lips.

Maybe it’s a memory return that hasn’t faded.

This kiss is more like a grinding bite.

It’s a little painful, but it’s not pushing me away, and it’s even starting to respond clumsyly.

For a long time, I let him go, raised my eyes and looked at him in a close place.

The light of the stars falls in the eyes of the genus.

He said: “Son, this is my first kiss. I’m sorry.

I’m not moving, I’m laughing. I’m sorry.

It’s a little dark.

What happened that night because of the drunkenness was an accident that I had planned and, presumably, meant absolutely out of control.

He didn’t answer my question, sat back in his chair and turned the script in silence.

Just when I thought he wouldn’t answer that question, the last bottle of water ran out.

Giji rang and found that it had a malfunction and had to re-open the mask and go outside to the nurse’s station to shout.

He came to the door and suddenly looked at me, “Not that night, sister, now I’m awake with you.” I’m sorry.

The mask and hat covered most of his face and prevented me from seeing the look on his face.

There’s only one star in my eyes, and it’s full of real people.

I’ll be out in a minute.

This evening, he was in bed with the hospital and went directly to the set the following day.

Jim’s off the bus.

When he got in the car, he handed me a steam blindfold and gave me a break.

In fact, of all the artists I’ve brought, Quakers are the most economical.

He has always been gentle, modest, unsatisfied and, most importantly, operational capacity online, with no backlash.

It’s just that it’s so stubborn about what it thinks.

I didn’t take that blindfold off, I just leaned on the back of the chair and went over the work flow for the following week.

There’s an award ceremony next week, the best prize in the country’s cinema.

When I jumped in, I sent one of his films.

And now, the host tells me that Ginny’s got the best male side.

If he was the last to win the prize, he’d get out of the new generation.

I thought of it here, and I re-readed the list sent over again, and the remaining actors.

It must be said that the victory of the genie is not remarkable when it comes to a middle-born generation.

I thought about it, and I sent messages to a couple of business people who had been contacted before.

Using the resources available to me to replace a highly significant prize for the charade is a cost-effective deal.

It was not until the afternoon that they answered me and said they would do their best, but there was no guarantee of results.

I wrinkled, thought of someone.

Hogawa.

Six.

I found Haogawa under a tree outside the scene, and I put it very carefully.

He bit on a cigarette and looked at me and looked at me and said, “King, after you jumped, you’re going to have to ask your ex-boss to help you with the trouble you’re in with the new boss? I’m sorry.

“Not trouble, deal. I’m sorry.

I corrected him: “I’ve seen it. There are no artists in your company on the short list, and I have the same weight of resources to give…”

And when he had not finished, he suddenly interrupted me: “What do you take me for?” I’m sorry.

I’m holding.

“Two years broke, that’s what you thought. I never thought I’d break it with you. Ginger, stop challenging my patience, I don’t want your resources, your deal, I want you. I’m sorry.

I took a deep breath: “You’re getting engaged. I’m sorry.

He spits out a smog and laughs, “You can cancel it at any time if you ask.” I’m sorry.

I turned away, and just two steps away, and Haokawa’s sound sank behind me: “Don’t go looking for anyone. He was meant to be.” I’m sorry.

On the way back, we’re on the crew break.

The first time I heard a speech came up, and I opened my eyes, “It smells like smoke. Did you go to him again? I’m sorry.

I looked at him and didn’t say anything.

And the hearing looked into my eyes, pure and pure.

But he’s such a good actor. Is he a real actor or a real actor? I don’t know.

I finally said, “There’s an award ceremony next Thursday, and I asked you to take the director off. I’m sorry.

In the afternoon, Gi gave me a hot cup of red ginger tea before the movie.

“If you don’t drink, you can feel better. I’m sorry.

Qi wants me to fall in love with him and then leave me, so I can feel it.

However, he does not know that a situation in which his feelings are used as bait does not always end when he leaves.

I am well aware of this, and I am doing everything I can to get Gi’s ear to come to me.

The next few days, Hocheon never came back.

She didn’t look happy, but she kept smiling at her lips, and she said to me:

“Sister, I don’t think a man can walk two boats if he’s responsible. I’m sorry.

He probably thinks I’m getting back together with Hocheon. He’s my boyfriend.

I didn’t correct him.

By the day of the awards ceremony, I was driving to take my message.

It’s late autumn and there’s a little rain outside the window.

He sat on the side wheel, looked over and over the ceremony, and he couldn’t help but tell me:

“I’m so proud to be with Mengping. I’m sorry.

I haven’t told him he’s the final winner.

The award ceremony began in the evening and the organizers arranged for it to be done.

He’s a rich young man in a folk movie.

Therefore, the delivery of the suit is old-fashioned, with a watch in the pocket of the white shirt and a plethora of scarfs on the chest.

Half-long and short hairs were laced in short bands, and long-swidth souls with silver on their ears.

The genie speech was originally high-sized, so it was more stylish and long.

The make-up artist finishes the last one and goes out with something. I’m the only one left in the dressing room.

Sister, is it good?

I’m in the middle of a process, and I don’t say, “Looks good. I’m sorry.

I looked up and I saw my voice standing there, and I looked down at me.

And when he ran into my sight, he said, “You said, ‘You look good without looking at me.’ I’m sorry.

I looked at him for a moment, and I smiled, “Your collar is crooked, and my sister will help you clean up.” I’m sorry.

I’m not low, I’m standing in a ten-centimeter heel in front of him, and I can almost look at him.

The light in the dressing room is very bright and the air smells of light wood.

I stretched out my hand and helped him to turn the neck of his neck out, but I did not take it back immediately, but I followed the button of his shirt all the way down with his fingertips rubbing through his chest.

And the warmth of the hearing passed to my fingertips through thin clothing.

He rolled up and down his throat and suddenly reached out his hand, holding my fingers around.

“Sister, the door is unlocked. I’m sorry.

The door of the dressing room is hushed, and the footsteps and conversations in the corridor are loud and clear into our ears.

“Don’t you think it’s more exciting? I’m sorry.

I smiled forward, and I took a step back and hit the dresser.

The glass fell on the floor, and it made a crack.

I have dragged his turban into his leg and I have kissed him hard.

He had sweet grapefruit in his mouth.

Because of the need for a mirror, Gi had not dared to eat, and only a few grapefruits had been eaten in the car on the way to the scene.

He whispered in my lips, “Sister, someone will come in…”

The voice is shiver and the eyes are filled with wet fog.

But he never pushed me away.

I finally let go of his lips, and I gathered in his ear and laughter:

“Record that, you like that, don’t you? I’m sorry.

I’m looking at you with my head up and my eyes blinded by the water fog.

“What about the sister? Why did you seduce me? I’m sorry.

I touched his face: “Does it please you because I like you too? I’m sorry.

We’re all acting.

It’s just to see who can play and who can’t get out first.

He looked at me in a very close place, and the light in his eyes was finally full of light, and the dark light of silk came out.

Pandora’s magic box, cracking a thread.

Gi’s side-faced, rediscovered my lips, kissed.

His eyes and eyes were red, and his movements and his voice were filled with a little bitterness:

Sister, does your boyfriend know you and I are like this? I’m sorry.

And We tied his shoulder and laughed, “Maybe he was standing outside the door. I’m sorry.

The kiss lasted a long time.

Quincy lies in front of the dresser, breathing softly and quelling the lusts.

“Clean up. The ceremony is about to begin. Don’t make a mistake in front of the camera. I’m sorry.

I had no idea what was being said was true.

I went to the door, pulled the door open, and I was looking at Haogawa.

And he dipped his lips and looked at my eyes, “Your lipstick is dazzling.” I’m sorry.

He won’t come back after all.

I closed the door again and turned around, and I saw the finished silences standing a few steps away from me, with bright eyes.

Apparently, he heard Hogawa.

I took a paper towel, wiped off the flowers, and I refilled it.

“Let’s get out of here. The ceremony is about to begin. I’m sorry.

7

Qi had the best male match for the session without any concern.

The camera cuts into his face, and the genie shows a slight blemish.

Just five minutes ago, he also told me that he thought Mengping’s generation was the most likely recipient.

And I pushed a little behind him, “Go.” I’m sorry.

He’s on his way to the stage in the eye.

Countless bright light shined upon him, and he looked with face and eyes.

Even though at first I didn’t know if I’d won the prize, every actor who came in for the prize was ready for the speech.

“It was a complete surprise to me to win this award. First of all, thank you to your seniors.”

We looked at him with eyes.

As I saw him the first time, as long as I stood in a place where there was light, the voice was more visible than the light itself.

But now I’ve dyed the light.

“…and finally, I would like to thank my agent, Kang. Without her, my life might not have changed so dramatically. I’m sorry.

His eyes go through the crowds, and it’s on my face.

The light made him light, so he was more clear.

The more profound implication of this is that it’s probably just me and him.

And I snuffed my lips and made a smile.

It’s already late after the awards ceremony.

I drove home, and the car just entered the gate, and suddenly I sat straight: “Wait, sister, stop! I’m sorry.

I stepped on the brake and looked at him.

“There’s a puppy! I’m sorry.

He pushed the door and just stood on the ground, a hairy white bommy came zealously towards him.

And Zimun (Girl) bowed down, and he tumbled his head to his hands, and We found it blind.

Then he ran out to Rosen and bought a ham sausage and a box of yogurt.

I leaned on the door and watched him turn his ham sausages into little pieces to the dog, and I turned and said:

“I’ve been watching on Twitter a lot of pet-help tweets, and lots of dogs are thrown away because of their disabilities. If I can touch it, it’s my destiny. I’m sorry.

“You’re going to adopt this dog?” I’m sorry.

“I met with my sister, even if I adopted with you.” I’m sorry.

The voice was still on, and suddenly a flashlight was called.

“Well, don’t be angry, are you still out there?” Look, ask the passersby for food. I’m sorry.

The aunt in her pyjamas smiled, sorryly, and waved to Bomi: “We went home.” I’m sorry.

Bomi licked off the last ham in the mouth of the genus and moved his tail with the master.

I leaned on the car and laughed so loudly.

He stood up, sneezed and barely found himself a field:

“Who could have thought that it was so passionate to me that it was to deceive a ham sausage. I’m sorry.

After that, he tore the box of yogurt and poured it into his mouth.

I sent him home, and he seemed depressed.

I thought about it, and I said:

“Well, doesn’t that mean that the dog is disabled, but its owner didn’t lose it? I’m sorry.

“That’s what it says…”

I’m just disappointed that I can’t adopt the dog with my sister. I’m sorry.

And in the light of the light of the house, he looked bright upon my eyes, and covered in a wet luminous luminous luminous light, almost the same as that which was just before.

I suddenly felt my throat was a little tight.

The heart beats in the chest again, and accelerates.

In this room, I was intoxicated to lead him out of control and into the deep sea of desire.

And those inexcusable, secret desires rose again in my heart.

I took a step back, holding on to my belt, whispering, “Get some rest, I’ll have Sue pick you up tomorrow.” I’m sorry.

The next day, I went to visit Grandma in the suburbs.

She was so happy to see me go back and yelled at me to make me a sugar veal.

“No, sit down, I’ll cook.” I’m sorry.

She refused to rest in the living room, followed me to help me with her hand while washing, and she said, “It’s been a long time since Siu Xiao was back. I’m sorry.

“I’ve been busy, I’ve been working late, and I’ll come back and see you later. I’m sorry.

“Don’t be too busy to sell this house, I can rent it with you.” I’m sorry.

“Don’t worry, I can still afford this. I’m sorry.

To make her happy, I deliberately talked about something else.

Indeed, the old lady told me with a happy face that she had recently joined the singing team in the neighborhood, practiced every day and felt more hard.

At dinner, she told me that there was an old sister in the singing team and that the dog in the house had given birth to a couple of pups who had just lost their weaning and were looking for an adoption.

“What kind of dog?” I’m sorry.

“It’s as if she’s a foreign species. I’m sorry.

And the following evening We took a beautiful calf to his house.

The white pup came out of my arms, squealed with milk, and the eyes of the genus were lit.

He picks up the dog carefully and makes fun of me, and asks, “Did my sister adopt one for me?” I’m sorry.

I smiled: “I was adopted with you. Give her a name.” I’m sorry.

In his speech, he thought, “Let’s be old.” I’m sorry.

“Same name as that dog? Aren’t you afraid you’ll hit it when you walk the dog? I’m sorry.

“Whatever, age is age. I’m sorry.

He’s up on his lips, showing a little childish smile.

“I want to meet my sister. I’m sorry.

8

When I’m old, I get a lot of opportunities to get along.

Walking with him, taking an age check-up and vaccinations, and even one time walking with a dog in a small district, ran into the same Bo-mi, also known as Bo-mi.

The two dogs were in love as they were.

I was watching with Gi’s voice as the snow herds were carrying two puppy dogs and rolling around on the grass.

Obviously, the bigger one had a modest ingredient, winning at the last age, and came to us proudly.

The Queen’s speech goes down with it and lets it fall into his arms.

He covered his head, looked up at me, smiled.

His eyes are so bright and naive.

For a moment, I felt like something hit my heart.

It’s painful and exciting.

In this calm climate, I almost have to create some illusions.

I can be lighted without burning.

When the show was about to kill Qing, something big happened.

The affair between the director and the director, the director ‘ s wife, was exposed to microblogging, saying that her role was sleeping all the way.

The scene was so hot that the crew stopped working for days and ended up leaving the scene with Li.

“Why was it only Li that was affected in the end? I’m sorry.

And I put down the book in my hand, and I said, “Because the director is the director. I’m sorry.

I’m going to do it.

“Geek, you’ve been in the circle for two years, and it’s time to know the rules. I’m sorry.

“I know. He smiled at me suddenly, and there was a youthful smile, “But I don’t want to follow.” I’m sorry.

That night, in the middle of the night, Gi heard another tweet: Mistakes in feelings are the business of two people, punishing only one party, which in itself means oppression and injustice.

The company took over the voice-based tweets overnight, deleted it and called me in a state of shock: “What happened? I’m sorry.

I said, “I’ll take care of it. I’m sorry.

When I hung up the phone, my finger was on the phone number, but it was delayed.

For some reason, for the first time, I felt that such eye-blowing light, even if it was too obstinate, was still unbearable.

“It seems that your new performer is not doing very well. I’m sorry.

I turned a blind eye to his sarcasm, and after a while, Haogawa had another hair: “King, your professional will be cut off from him.” I’m sorry.

I took Haogawa to the black market.

“Get up early tomorrow and I’ll pick you up.” I’m sorry.

The next morning, as soon as Jie got in the car, he looked at me.

“What’s wrong?” I’m sorry.

“What happened last night, I thought my sister would say something, like let me do it again next time. I’m sorry.

At the end of the day, it was probably heart failure, and the voice of the genus went down.

I laughed, “Will you do it again next time? I’m sorry.

He hesitated to speak.

I asked, “Do you think you are wrong?” I’m sorry.

Gi’s words were swaying my mind and shaking my head.

“That’s right. You think you’re right. Why do I have to do this? I put out my hand, rubbed it in his hair, “Don’t worry, I’ve taken care of this. I’m sorry.

It’s my best way to quickly take over the field of opinion.

Yesterday, in the middle of the night, the deleted microblog of Gi’s speech was quietly fermented in the main forums and turned into a dramatic discussion of the faulty side.

It is not known that he has taken an absolute advantage in this discussion because of his statement.

When we got to the set, we stopped at the door with a seemingly arrogant fireborg.

Open the door and walk out of there with a long hair in a white dress.

The moment I saw her, I was all stuck.

Song Shijun, I hate the most in my entire student life, not one.

Actually, I knew she was an actress, and she was pretty good in circles, but I never saw her.

Or I was deliberately avoiding her, because I wanted to get away from the lives of the past that I could not control.

After all, I am not invincible.

My hands lying on my side were quietly held by my voice, and he was a bit worried about his face and whispered, “Sister, are you okay? I’m sorry.

The warmness of the covered, a little bit of the condensation of my heart.

I said, “It’s all right. Looks like the group’s changing number two. I’m sorry.

I was right.

After Li Qian left, the investor shoved Song Shizuku over and found a writer who added a lot of play to the female number two.

On the other hand, female number one’s part is cut.

When you’re talking about changing the script, Cushi sits down in cold.

Song’s poem passed by and smiled softly and softly, saying: “I’m sorry, sister Juni. I’m sorry.

And none of her eyes looked at her: “Don’t follow me. I’m not your gold lord. I don’t like your green tea. I’m sorry.

Song Shih-chul became a different face.

And I looked at them with interest, and when Song turned his eyes and fell upon me, he suddenly became scornful and sarcastic: “King Zhen.” I’m sorry.

I laughed, “Song Poe-soo, how did you end up like this?” I’m sorry.

Song Poetry changed his face.

Of course she knows what I’m saying.

Throughout high school, she was proud to run over me.

But now I stand here on an equal footing with her.

When I was hanging out with Song, Gi was changing clothes.

“What’s wrong?” I’m sorry.

I didn’t have time to talk. The Song poem before me made a mockery of it:

“King, hide behind men, where are you better than me? I’m sorry.

After she left, Giji said to me, “Did you know her before?” I’m sorry.

“I know. I’m sorry.

“Did you have any problems with her?” I’m sorry.

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

There appeared some cold light in the eyes of the Quran, and soon it sank.

He held my cold fingertips, and the force was light as if I was a fragile glass product.

“Sister, don’t worry, I’m here. I’m sorry.

In the middle of the scene, I’m always the one who gets the music and shares my clothes and food.

When he looked through the web page of a pet shop, I came over to look at it and gave him a hairy dress.

When you look up again, you see Song Shizuku standing not far away and looking down at me.

And We sought out her lips, and suddenly We brought forth a hand to hear.

Gi’s words opened their eyes, looked at me, and then the eyes fell on Song Poetry.

I thought he’d let me go, but no.

He even held my wrist a little tighter.

It gives me a bit of secret guilt and helplessness.

My subconscious tried to pull my hand out of him, but the cynicism increased its strength, and then I came to my ear, and my voice was down, and I said, “Did my sister leave me behind after using me?” I’m sorry.

9

I rubbed my cheeks, slit my face, my lips scratched his cheek, and I said, “Where did I get it?” I’m sorry.

The means of flirting, how can I be challenged by the genie?

He looked at me with his ears red and his eyes white and wet, and he looked at me, “Sister, you will always bully me.” I’m sorry.

The complaint was unattractive, even with a little resistance.

My heart is softened into a horde of subconsciouss, and there’s another destruction that rises.

To get him and destroy him.

And We looked down, and covered behind the eyelashes with a smiled face.

He didn’t notice my emotions. He turned his phone over to me and stood up:

“Sister, pick some toys for your age — just use my account. I’m sorry.

Before he went back to the camera, he seemed to be a different person, not even a director with a mind to look for.

Moreover, after the events, he had many eyes on him, and he was afraid to bother with his ear.

After a while, I saw that the shooting was going well, and I finally looked down and started the toys for my age.

Then I found out that I had my fingerprints set up as his payment code.

When did this happen?

I suddenly had a flash of a few days ago.

That afternoon, the group closed early, and Jie said that I was old and wanted to walk with him.

Jim’s off the bus.

I had a cold, I took pills, I was tired of co-drivering, and I fell asleep.

Wake up, it’s already dusk.

The sun is shining in the sky, and the sun is pouring out of the clouds and passing through the windows of the car on me and on the charade.

The atmosphere has become particularly confusing.

Gi has one hand on my other side of the seat, and my face is so close that I can clearly feel his warm breath.

His white face and his light eyes were particularly beautiful.

I’m awake, and I can’t move.

I leaned forward with my eyes in my eyes, and I was lazy: “Did you kiss me and get caught?” I’m sorry.

He looked over his head at me, and the sun shined in his eyes.

Then suddenly he leaned forward and put his lips on my lips and whispered: “Sister, I’m kissing you in the open. I’m sorry.

The young boy’s lips are soft and warm, with the scent of blueberry ice cream that just ate.

I put my finger in his furry hair, and it’s against him.

But until the end of the kiss, I sent the Qi speech home, and he didn’t tell me what he did.

When Gi came back, I swayed his cell phone.

He stomped and looked at me. I’m sorry.

“My fingerprints. I am very brief.

He sat by my side and said with some care:

“I did it the other day while you were asleep… sister, I want you to be closer to my life, to everything I’ve got, and better to be connected to me. I’m sorry.

He said, “Does my sister feel offended? I’m sorry.

I laughed, “No, I’m happy. I’m sorry.

Young children always talk straight and warm.

We looked at him, almost once again, and the light in the eyes of the voice.

But there’s another voice in the heart that clearly tells me that it’s just a revenge, a trick that I planned.

“It’s just, aren’t you afraid I’ll use your money? I’m sorry.

“Sister can use as much as she wants.” I’m sorry.

How much can I use?

It’s just that listen, it’s actually used.

It’s been a long time, and I’m getting better and better at hearing.

He knows very well what can pierce me, and in almost every word he can drag me into a warm deep sea, losing my sense of resistance.

The team is well on the way, and soon Song Shizuku completed the play of Li.

The gold lord behind her should not be weak so that even the bushes will be cut off from her part.

That afternoon, when the crew closed, I went to the dressing room to get the coat, and I ran into Cush.

I had noded at her head and I didn’t think that Cong-wei had stopped me: “Miss Kang, can I talk to you? I’m sorry.

I stopped and looked at her without a word.

“Miss Kang probably didn’t know my wedding with Mr. Haokawa was cancelled.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t get a response, and her smile faded down: “Hogawa told me that his heart belonged to someone else. I’m sorry.

I smiled, “Yes?”

“Is Miss Kang not curious who that man is? I’m sorry.

“Miss Juni came to me, of course, because you suspected it was me. “I have no fluctuations in my eyes, but that’s between you and Hogawa, and I am not responsible for your speculation. I’m sorry.

Then I turned around and I was drunk.

Stop! I’m sorry.

She came over and carried her jaw cold: “King, I know what you are. I’m sorry.

“So?”

“So, since you like Qin and you and Hogawa are not right, please leave him alone.” I’m sorry.

I looked over my head, and my indifferent face was reflected in the mirror of the dresser.

I’m pulling my lips out and laughing, “Miss Crawley, it’s Hogawa who’s been bothering me. I’m sorry.

10

There was an accident between me and Hocheon.

I was carrying with me the redest artist in his company, Sonko.

A man with great business skills and bad personal skills.

I caught him sleeping with the powder and took him back to the company.

In the bright conference room, Songkor licked the wounds on his lips and suddenly smiled at me:

“Sister Kang, I’ve seen you kissing someone in the parking lot. Why don’t you try it with me? I’m good at it.

He grabbed my shirt and he had to kiss it.

That’s when Hogawa came in.

When the matter was resolved, he asked me, “You don’t know the rules? I’m sorry.

“I know. I’m sorry.

I smiled at him, “I can’t see him, I’m going to sleep with him, at least like Mr. Ho.” I’m sorry.

I was with Haogawa the first night I said I’d sleep with him.

But until two years later, my closest contact with him was just a dragonfly kiss.

It’s not that we can’t be closer, it’s just that I’m the same person as him.

This similarity gives me a sense of exclusion and becomes more and more intense, ultimately tearing the relationship apart.

Haochuan refused to break up, but I was clean and cut off all ties except work.

In the cold eyes, I smiled and turned around.

Gi’s speech is waiting for me in front of the set.

When I was in the past, I saw Song’s poem standing before him and saying something.

I can’t hear the voice of Qin, but I can only see the sight of Song Poetry.

It was calm, even with a gentle and polite smile.

What will Song Shijun say to him? I can guess without thinking.

I stood there and suddenly lost all my strength.

Song Shizuku left with satisfaction.

It took me a while before I left.

He looked at me and said, “What took you so long?” I’m sorry.

“There’s too much to find for a while. I’m sorry.

I’ll hand him my jacket and we’ll drill into the babysitting car.

Play games on seats as usual.

I thought about it, and I said, “Tomorrow’s slaughter party, I’ve got some work to do during the day, and Sue’s going to be with you at night. I’m sorry.

Gi’s speech turned off the game and looked at me.

His dog’s eyes often give me some rare pity.

I can’t believe I can’t stand the light of that.

I’m driving and telling him what to do next:

“The last new film, the role is set, and next month there’s a script seminar. In addition, I spoke to you on behalf of two, a watch and a fragrance, both of which will be taken out next week. I picked up the guest for the night and the interview last time.

“Sister. I’m sorry.

He suddenly interrupted me.

Red light on. I stepped on the brake.

“Sister, don’t talk like that. He looked down and laughed, “I always had the illusion that you would leave me.” I’m sorry.

I slit my lips and didn’t talk.

Until he returned to his family, and when he turned away in the darkness, he sought out my lips anxiously.

I grabbed his shoulder and two people were in the bedroom.

It’s like, bad, messy steps.

At the end of a long kiss, his face will be buried on my shoulder and he will breathe in red, “Sister, help me…”

I didn’t move, I looked down, and looked at him.

The fluffy hair with its hair on it, with two little spins, and the hair around it always plumb and it seems childish.

And We stretched out our fingers, and took his hair, and asked, “Do you not understand who will leave us, both of us?” I’m sorry.

Qi heard the whole thing in my arms.

I laughed, pushed him away, and my head went off in a chain of screaming at my age.

It was late at night, and I rushed to the bathroom, turned on the lights and looked at myself in the mirror under the snow.

In the mirror, a beautiful face, a tip of the chin, a peach eye, a small nose, was revealed, because the kiss was so strong and red on the lips.

Because of that face, my junior high and high school years spent in gossip.

I don’t like it, but it’s the best tool to spy on human nature and desire.

What did Song Shizuru say to Gi? I guess I can guess.

Kim won’t believe her, I know that.

I left but suddenly I was afraid.

Because I found out that, under this silent game, I was beginning to be in love with the warmth that he had given me, rather than this entanglement, which was built from the very beginning on revenge.

I’m in.

I don’t just want him to leave me.

I still want him to love me.

It’s too dangerous.

I was swallowed up by the moods, and I fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, I found that Giji had called me five times and sent me three messages.

“Sister, you already know. I’m sorry.

“You’re acting with me, aren’t you? I’m sorry.

Sister, are you asleep?

I stopped my finger on the screen, hesitated for a long time, put it down, changed my clothes and left.

When he met Haochuan at the restaurant he saw me, he frowned: “Ginger, your eyes are swollen. I’m sorry.

“I didn’t sleep well last night. I’m sorry.

“What are you going to talk to me about?” I’m sorry.

The answer is a stack of pictures dumped in front of me.

I looked over and over, and there was a picture of me and Zi’s, mostly a peek, but I was close.

There was only one, especially clear, pictured of me and Gisani kissing in the car that night.

I watched them peacefully and pushed them back to Hogawa.

“Ginger, these photos are not in my hands. He’s got some condensation in his smile. “This is the most powerful artist in Luo. Did you take him or destroy him? I’m sorry.

Indeed, I wanted to destroy the hearing.

I want him never to leave me, to be surrounded by me, to stay with me forever in the abyss.

But now…

And I turned to the cup in my hand, and I looked at Haokawa with a taste: “What do you think?” I’m sorry.

“Ginger, don’t blame me for not reminding you that there are things that go too far. I’m sorry.

I laughed, “Do you have the right to say me?” You’ll never go to the set again, cancel the engagement, and your little fiancée will find me and let me leave you alone. I’m sorry.

“What did you say to her?” I’m sorry.

“I told her we were done. I’m sorry.

In Haokawa’s dark eyes I stood up with my bag and laughed at him: “Thank you for the hospitality and goodbye.” I’m sorry.

Eleven.

By the time I arrived at the banquet, the slaughter had already begun.

And when I entered the door, I saw almost the word in the corner.

With a glass of wine, he looked at the white wall in front of him and apparently wandered.

I went over, and I whispered, “I heard what I said. I’m sorry.

He looked up at me and his eyes were shining: “Sister! I’m sorry.

I stretched out my hand and fixed his crooked tie.

“Today is the wedding party, and you’re the youngest actor in the group.

Before he finished, he grabbed my wrist and opened his mouth, and his voice was a little dumb: “Did you see him again, sister?” I’m sorry.

In his speech, he had a very beautiful hand, and while he was holding me hard at the moment, the prominent wristbone came out of the sleeves of his shirt, the light fell and the diamond cufflinks flashed.

I pulled my hand out, and he looked at me and cried, “Sister! I’m sorry.

When the eyes looked at me, they hit me in the heart in an instant, with a violent rage and a little bit of frustration.

“Do you have to be seen by everyone to be happy at this party? I’m sorry.

I did, or did I say, “Yes, I went to meet Hogawa, but it has nothing to do with you.” I’m sorry.

I can’t believe what I’m saying. I can’t believe it.

He asked me in red eyes: “Did you not want me, sister?” I’m sorry.

I opened my mouth and was about to speak, and suddenly the director appeared behind the silence.

He had a glass of wine on his hands and smiled at his skin and said, “Girl, he’s fearsome.” I’m sorry.

He hated the Quran because of it.

I had a bad time in the show. I finally found a chance tonight.

The director was drunk and screaming for wine to be given to the Qir’an, two or three cups of wine, and he had a thin fog in his eyes.

I stood in front of him and looked at the director in peace: “Ghi is still a child and can’t drink too much. If Wu wants to drink, I’ll stay with you.” I’m sorry.

He yelled at me with his tongue, “I don’t know who you’ve slept with, Kang-gi, drink with you, I’m dirty!” I’m sorry.

“The voice of Zilong has drawn me to the back of my body, and the sound of my voice is like a blade:

“Oh, I respect you for being a director and for being a senior, but don’t be an old man. Kang’s in love with her. She’s not sorry. If you cheat first and hide behind your capital, how can you be ashamed of others? I’m sorry.

The director was so angry, “You’re what you are! Do you believe me? You’ll never be able to film again! I’m sorry.

He raised his hand and tried to beat people, and I took two steps back in a row and stood up in the middle.

When you look up again, you see the director shaking, and suddenly you fall.

And I was scared and turned around and said, “Sister, isn’t he dead? I’m sorry.

I went down and looked at his nose and said, “No, I may have been too drunk.” I’m sorry.

When I looked around, I found out that there was a lot of noise in the dining room, and no one noticed it, and I finally came down and called in a waiter from the door and asked him to help the director.

And in this series of actions, I was followed by the voice.

I can’t stop staring at him: “You see the prisoner?” I’m sorry.

He looked down on me: “Sister, I’m afraid if I don’t notice, you’re gone. I’m sorry.

Where’s Sue?

“Tomorrow she has class. I’ll let her go first. I’m sorry.

He looked at me carefully, “Sister, can you take me home later?” I’m sorry.

It’s probably the feeling that signs of weakness are most useful to me, and I’m getting better at acting patheticly in front of me.

I thought about the news he had sent last night, thinking that I had been in his heart long ago, that I felt that I was stuck in a fog, that I was floating in the air and I couldn’t turn him down.

“All right, directors and investors are gone. Let’s go. I’m sorry.

On the way out, Qi whispered my hand.

“Sister, your hands are so cold. I’m sorry.

My fingertips are cold and his hands are burning.

It’s like a silent game between light and darkness.

When the elevator door was opened, I and Gi had not been able to get out of the way, and suddenly a heavy drink came.

The intoxicated Song Poetry was taken by the investor, Fu Woo, to the elevator.

She struggled for a while, and suddenly her eyes were red before the elevator door came close, and she cried at me, “Ginger, help me!”

The elevator door closed.

Quincy suddenly stopped and looked back: “Sister, she…”

I laughed, “What, are you going to save her?” I’m sorry.

“I…” he bit his teeth, and the mood in his eyes turned so hard that he ended up saying, “Sister, I think she’s drunk and I feel like I can’t live without saving her.”

I pull my hands out a little bit, step back and look at him face to face:

“I’ve had enough of this trick — do you believe that she doesn’t need you to save her? I’m sorry.

And I stood at the door, and a moment later I smiled, “Okay, you save her.” I’m sorry.

Sister…

I turn my head and go.

High heels step on the ground and make a rush and sound.

A few steps, I’m done, I’m back, I’m gone.

I looked at empty elevator doors and suddenly laughed.

What am I expecting?

Let’s hope that Gigi’s words are completely abandoned to his principles?

In the process of silent games, I’ve had my own naive illusions.

A moment later, I threw my breath out of the hotel.

I’m surprised that the silver blue Lamborghini is parked at the door.

He came out of the window and he slightly raised his chin at me, with a certain smile in his eyes: “Ginger, get in the car.” I’m sorry.

I pulled the door and sat in front of the co-driver without an expression.

Seatbelt. I’m sorry.

We fasten our seatbelts while we lighten up: “I thought you were here to pick up the bush.” I’m sorry.

“I have nothing to do with her anymore. I’m sorry.

Hocheon shrugged his shoulder and started the car:

“I was just going up to find you. I ran into Fu Woo and his little girlfriend at the stairwell. The woman was drunk, and said that you were bullying her in high school, screaming to teach you a lesson.”

And suddenly he smiled: “Isn’t the little boy who is in your hands really going to save him?” I’m sorry.

It’s an undisguised mockery, like a blade that pierces my heart.

I was silent and cold for a long time: “Hogawa, he is not like us. I’m sorry.

12

He was not angry, but he laughed even more: “That is not just an indication. He is not right for you. I’m sorry.

Lamborghini is near the hotel where we used to go most often.

Hocheon unzipped his seat belt.

I’m losing my mind.

And he was not angry, and he stopped in my ear, and the warmness of his breath surrounded him. We are the best. I’m sorry.

I turned around and looked at him.

The lights were dark in the car, and there was a dark, silent night in the autumn.

Hogawa’s eyes sank in this night and slowly weave into a cloud of darkness and madness.

“I can help you destroy Song Poetry. I’m sorry.

I closed my eyes and said, “Go drink. I’m sorry.

One to save her.

One to destroy her.

I know exactly what I want and even think of Song Poetry. When it comes to that name, violent and negrous emotions rise up and swallow me.

Because of her, when she was 16, a man put a roll of money in the collar of my school uniform and dragged me into the classroom.

At that time, Song was standing outside the window, holding even a camera.

What would have happened had it not been for the security of the patrol building.

I want to destroy her more than anyone.

But now I’m hesitant.

There’s a band at the bar, and there’s a couple of college kids who don’t look like they’re graduating and they’re yelling on stage: “Give me a bottle of wine, give me another cigarette…”

Hocheon picks up the frown and ordered me a centipede.

I shake the ice in the glass, and I feel silky.

It’s like I’m holding this berry.

Looks pure white, warm, harmless, sweet, soft.

But by the time I realized it, I was drunk in there and I couldn’t get out.

That’s terrible.

Hocheon bit on the smoke, handed me another one, and then came over to light me.

I spit out a smog, and I look at a beautiful woman walking in front of the door without looking in the eye, and then I pick up a drunk boy from a couch not far away.

The boy refused to leave, and she did not hesitate to smash a bottle on the tea table.

I stood my chin and watched them with interest.

Haochuan came to me with a smile and asked me, “Do you think she’s like you?” I’m sorry.

I was just about to say something, and the cell phone on the table suddenly turned on.

Call sign, genie.

I looked at those three words for a moment and hung up.

He called again.

I hang up and he fights.

I finally picked up the phone.

I’m not going to ask you, but there’s a voice that’s so restless and uneasy, “Sister, where are you?”

The university students were singing so loudly on stage that I put my cigarette butt down in the ashtray, “The bar.” I’m sorry.

“Tell me the address. I’ll be right with you. I’m sorry.

I laughed, “Didn’t you have to save people?” That’s it? I’m sorry.

He was silent for a long time, almost begging me: “Sister, I was wrong, not as you think…”

So what?

I laughed and gave the address.

Sister, wait for me

Hocheon suddenly reached out and cut off the phone.

He drank all the wine in his cup and looked at me with a smile: “Ginger, must you meet other men in front of me?” I’m sorry.

The intoxication is creeping up, and it devours my only sense of reason.

And We drew a little closer to Hogawa’s face and looked into his eyes in the dark light.

“Don’t you know? And I kissed another man in front of you.”

Haokawa’s eyes fell behind me, and suddenly he smiled at his lips: “Is that so?” I’ll let him feel it. I’m sorry.

After that, he grabbed my head and kissed me.

The kiss lasted only two seconds.

‘Cause a huge strut on my shoulder and put me back.

I stood up and fell into a warm embrace.

The familiar fragrance entangled.

His voice was filled with a deep desire and a plea: “Sir, let’s go home.” I’m sorry.

And I covered the neck of Qi, and returned to pick up the wine on the table and handed it to him: “Drink, I will go with you.” I’m sorry.

The shiver of the shiver of the ears, and then he took the cup and drank it all.

Haogawa called me after me: “King Zhen. I’m sorry.

And when I turned my head, he looked at me in the light of darkness, and his eyes were dark.

“Hochean, this time, we really should be over. I’m sorry.

I chose to catch the light.

Even if it could never be dyed black by me.

So after that, I never looked back.

The voice just fell, and there was a crack in the back, and the glass fell on the ground.

I was too drunk to walk on high heels.

He took a few steps, and I was picked up.

When I walked out of the bar, there seemed to be a flash of light.

I recovered three points of soberness and struggled to jump out of the charade and to pull out a man in a duck tongue cap from behind the car.

When I found him, his eyes were full of panic, but he made his position firm: “What are you doing? I’m sorry.

I said, “We’ll delete the photo or we’ll go to the police!” I’m sorry.

He scolded and deleted the picture. He was leaving and I pulled him back.

I looked him in the eye, and I said, “The backup of the cloud has been deleted. I’m sorry.

After this episode, I’m sober.

I was in the back and closed my eyes.

“Is it hard for you, sister? I’m sorry.

I didn’t respond.

Sister, don’t ignore me. I’m sorry.

I’m pulling my finger out of him, and I’m using more energy.

It almost had a little cry in it: “Sister, I was wrong…”

And suddenly I opened my eyes and turned and kissed him.

This kiss took a lot of strength, and I even bit his lips and quickly tasted blood.

And the hearing did not turn back, but looked down, submissive.

It’s the driver in the front seat.

In the night, I swayed, I was swayed, I was staggered, I was staggered, I was taken in my arms.

The door closes behind me, my kiss goes down and my teeth unbutton my first shirt.

He begged me with his eyes red, “Sir, shall we go to bed?” I’m sorry.

I put my head up and looked at him, and I laughed, “You’re the one who did the wrong thing. It’s your turn. I’m sorry.

He followed us all the way into the bedroom, barking.

I had to fall down and take it out for a while.

When he returned, he had seen the flute of his shirt and had kneeled by his bedside.

His voice was shaking: “Sister, please. I’m sorry.

“Good boy. I’m sorry.

And I was able to move, and I was pleased to see his cold and white face gushing with red, and my clear eyes were filled with a little deep desire.

Finally, it’s unbearable to say “go back.”

The lights were shaking in front of my eyes, and the intoxicating light came out.

And when he was moving, I turned back a little, and kissed him in the eye, and said, “Hear, and say you love me.” I’m sorry.

Gi’s finger stopped on my waist, and the sound woven into a sea deep, “Ginger, I love you.” I’m sorry.

I put my face on his shoulder and laughed silently.

Right.

That’s it.

Of course no one will love me.

But I’ll seduce, I’ll be confused, I’ll get it myself.

Even if he is driven by desire to speak, I can take it as true.

And at the end of the day he kissed me in the ear, and cried, “Son, tell me, will you listen?” I’m sorry.

“Leaves. I’m sorry.

I stopped for a long time, so long as his eyes were filled with fear, that I would continue to say.

“I won’t leave you again. I’m sorry.

And I won’t let you leave me again.

13

The next morning, when I opened my eyes, I saw the beautiful face of the Quinton magnified in front of me.

There’s a micro-moisture touch on the forehead.

I looked in my eyes and said, “You listened and you kissed me.” I’m sorry.

He saw a twirl in his eyes, and he looked down, and suddenly he was a year old holding him down the bed: “It’s an old lick!” I’m sorry.

I’m talking to you, and I’m like, “Do you want a dog to take the fall for you?” I’m sorry.

The innocent age of the faller screamed in the hands of the Quill, reaching out his tongue and licking my finger.

It’s probably last night that my enthusiasm made Kee happy, and he kept staring at me like a cat at breakfast.

I drank the last sip of milk from the cup, and I looked at him, “Come on, didn’t you save Song’s poem last night?” I’m sorry.

The light in the eyes of the Democrats faded.

His lips moved twice, and suddenly he stretched out his hand, holding back my fingertips.

It’s light. I can break it off a little bit.

It is a gesture of compromise and plea.

I didn’t take my hand back, I just looked at him face to face, and I said:

“I told you, I had a problem with Song Poem. Don’t say she’s with Fu-woo, a snake and a rat, it’s no good. Even if she’s in danger, I won’t save her. I’m sorry.

That’s what I’m saying. There’s no room.

I really know exactly what Gi’s mind is.

He was kind and simple, whether true or false, and he was going to save Song Poetry in order to be worthy of it.

It was the first thing that attracted me to him, and it was the part that I wanted to destroy.

A moment of silence came upon me.

I saw the moods in his eyes, such as the waves rolling, and the fog of silk, which I could not discern.

“Sister, I’m not really gonna save her. I’m sorry.

“The day before yesterday, when you went to get my coat, Song Shizuku came to me. She says you’re not a good man, you’re a slut, you leave me alone, but I don’t believe a word. I’m sorry.

He kneeled at my feet and looked up at me:

“Sister, I’m trying to save her. I’m trying to use it as a bargaining chip to get her to stop lying. But I thought it was too simple. She didn’t just want to lie, she wanted to hurt you. I’m sorry.

Take out the phone and turn on the tape.

And in it is the sound of Song’s intoxicated poem: “What is the matter with you?”

“She won’t come. I’m sorry.

“Well, that’s a shame. I’m not going to need the gift. She’s giggling, she’s probably asking for someone close to her. I’m sorry.

“Who is in the room?” I’m sorry.

“Of course it’s a man. Isn’t that her favorite? It’s not enough for this bitch to seduce a man and sleep in Haogawa. I’m sorry.

It was probably because she was close, and suddenly the sound was loud, filled with malice and bitterness.

“Why are you so naive after all this time with Kang? Did she protect you so well? She’s probably drunk and she’s laughing and she says, “Tell you the truth, Ginny, I lied to you about not doing any dirty work at Kang Yong High.” Kang hates me the most, but I’m a star now, big star! What can she do with me? – Who let her rob my boyfriend, she deserved it! I’m sorry.

Her sharp voice stopped.

From the beginning to the day, the person near Fu Woo never answered a word.

Qi’s speech pushed the phone to me: “Sister, I recorded it. I’m sorry.

I looked at him in the dark.

Half-screech, suddenly laugh.

After all these years, Song Shizuku has made no progress.

She’s beautiful, but also vicious, stupid and light.

“Sister, I want to expose her. I’m sorry.

And We held down the hand of the Qin and shook its head, “And so on and so forth.” I’m sorry.

Song Shih-hyun deserves to die, but he cannot be involved in this.

He’s going to destroy it. It’s only in my hands.

“Well, I listen to my sister.” I’m sorry.

I leaned down and kissed him on the forehead, and my hand slipped into the neck of his nightgown and pushed him down on a smooth wooden floor.

The warmth of the ground is entwined, making the atmosphere more ambiguous.

He rose a little red on the face of Qi, and he held my neck and whispered in my ear: “Son, I’m in pain.” I’m sorry.

Before I met you, I had no experience in listening.

So I had plenty of time to teach him and turn him a little bit into my ideal.

Just can’t rush it. Take it easy.

I smiled and bit on his soft lips.

And he did not hide from the pain, but looked at me with a pitiful eye like a puppy: sister, be gentle. I’m sorry.

In the next few days, I didn’t have a job to do, so I just stayed at his house.

I’ve had almost nothing to do, except to get a red wave every night, and the biggest sport is walking.

This has been a difficult time to spare, compared to the busy days before.

Just three days.

It’s a coincidence that the day I filmed the luxurious ads came back to my physiology.

Early in the morning, he ran down the stairs and bought me sanitary towels and painkillers and even a pack of red sugar ginger tea.

“Sister, if you’re not feeling well, go to the hospital and get a shot. “I’ll go alone.” I’m sorry.

I pressed his hand, a little light, “It’s okay. I’m sorry.

It’s still not safe to listen to the scene, and after having been busy at my side of the scene, staring at me with two painkillers and pouring a hot glass of water.

When he went back, he put his cell phone in front of me: “Sister, I saw an operation called Leather Buried, which is said to ease the pain — shall I go with you? I’m sorry.

I’m in for a while.

When I didn’t get a response from him, he came forward, grabbed my shoulder, and breathed with me in warm air: “Son, don’t be afraid. I’ll be with you this time.” I’m sorry.

Last time he was in the hospital, he saw that I was afraid of needles.

I closed my eyes and suddenly my heart came up with a wonderful sour sweet.

I’ve never had it before, but I’ve felt it many times.

The next morning, I went to the hospital with Giji.

It’s a very simple little surgery. It’ll be done in a few minutes.

It’s just a pain in the asphyxiation, but I’ve been with him all the time, and I put his hand in my hand.

After the surgery, the doctor put bandages on me and ordered some post-operative matters, and sent me out of the house together with the Quinton.

And when I passed through the orals, I had this amazing idea: “It had been a long time since I had my brain teeth aches, and the doctor told me to take them out. We’re here today. Why don’t we pull it together? I’m sorry.

So I hung up with him and went straight to the oral clinic.

According to the doctor, this is a horizontal retardation, a complex position, with more than an hour to finish and several stitches.

“Sister, we’re a couple.” I’m sorry.

I looked at him for a moment, and I turned to him and said, “Doctor, how long will it take for his face to lose? I’m sorry.

“A minimum of three or four days. “Remember that it’ll be faster. I’m sorry.

14

When I got back, I bought a dozen ice bags at the drugstore under the Demo.

He was wrinkled with ice: “Sister, it’s so cold. I’m sorry.

“Hold on. I said, “How can you go on TV in three days with the finals? I’m sorry.

“Is it more important in your heart to choose the mirror?” I’m sorry.

I laughed, and I kissed him in the past, and I kissed both of us with blood on our lips.

“You see, my sister wants to hurt you, too, but it’s been a long time. I’m sorry.

The voice is still missing, and the genie has come up with bright eyes and taken off my coat and sweater.

“It’s okay, sister, we can take it easy. I’m sorry.

The little boy’s agile, but very gentle.

I smiled, and he took his coat off.

Gi’s words were so slimy, she called her sister, and her hands went under my sweater.

When it gets strong, the cell phone rings out of place.

I pressed it, it sounded again, so I just got to catch it.

There’s an angry sound coming from the phone:

That’s how you fucking brought me people? What’s going on with you and Gi? I’m sorry.

And when he said this, he put his head on my chest, and his mouth was stiffened and his head raised up.

“Fung. He whispered, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

“You’re here, look at the hot search and ask me what’s wrong.” I’m sorry.

He hung up.

I turned on microblogging to find out why Rowe was so angry.

I’ve been sharing all kinds of intimate photos with Qi.

In addition to what Haochuan had shown me before, there were pictures of me sitting in front of the bar the other day and of us at the hospital’s gynaecology and obstetrics.

I’m going to go under the skin, but in the marketing door, it’s become a mirage to go with me to an abortion.

This wave of passion is too intense, even beyond my control.

But I’m calm inside. I’m just looking at Gin.

“You’re not going anywhere for the next few days. I’m sorry.

After that, I stood up and I took off my stupid sweater and put on my coat.

He stood up and grabbed my wrist, “Sister, where are you going?”

“To deal with this. I’m sorry.

His bright eyes dimmed and his voice shivered: “Sister, do not take me away.” I’m sorry.

I did, and I looked at him, and I put a kiss on his forehead: “No.” I’m sorry.

For the next three days, I haven’t spoken to Qi.

I’m the broker for the seducer, and I’m the son of a bitch who lets me have an abortion.

All bad guys.

And in such a situation, the magical network, which breeds a small batch of me and the CP powder of Democrats, has gone overboard.

Roo Fung threw the contract in front of me, biting his teeth: “Ginger, what do you say? I’m sorry.

And We looked at him in peace: “I will resign, and I will break up with the Quran.” I brought Sue out. She’s out of class. I’m sorry.

He looked at me a little bit hesitant.

“Then you…”

Don’t worry. I smiled and said, “I’m Kang, I have a place to go. I’m sorry.

When I left the company, I was calm.

This calm continued until Grandma called me and lost control.

Her voice was a little hurried: “O Xiao Yi, I can’t open the door without a knock on the door. Your aunt’s daughter next door says you’re in love with a star, right? I’m sorry.

I stood in the cold wind in the middle of the winter and felt like my heart fell into the abyss.

How did they find her?

“Take it easy, don’t open the door to anyone. “Wait for me, I’ll be home in an hour. I’m sorry.

When I got in the car, I heard my own heartbeat clearly.

Quick, violent.

I couldn’t help but miss that.

These people, they eat on this. There’s no bottom line.

I drove the car so fast, I got another call from my grandmother.

This time, her voice has been restored:

“Don’t be afraid, I’m already in their car. I’m sorry.

I’m holding my hand on the wheel.

And then someone else took the phone and got a gentle voice:

“King Zing, right? I’m Gi’s mother. He asked me to pick your grandmother up. I’ll take her home first, don’t worry. You and the word, you two take it slow. I’m sorry.

The phone was hung up, and I was suspended in the heart of the air, and suddenly I was in the hot water.

I drove the car to the side of the road to stop, fell on the steering wheel and looked silently at the front.

Winter and evenings, sunsets and the red light came through the front window of the car, like the one that afternoon when I was kissing in the car.

I almost thought I was still in a dream when Gi called.

The sound of his heavyness was ringing at the end of the phone: “Sister, you said that you would never leave me that night.” I’m sorry.

I laughed, “I turned back, I lied to you.” I’m sorry.

It’s silent.

And suddenly he smiled, “Sir, it’s late. I’m sorry.

“You don’t answer my calls, you don’t answer my messages, I know what you mean — but sister, I won’t let you leave me again. “Sister, if you open up live, I’ll be there.” I’m sorry.

Hang up the phone.

I was silently opening live, and the camera was right in the face of Qi’s hearing, and he couldn’t even close his cell phone.

This is supposed to be the middle of the show, and in order to keep it warm, the moderator asked him if the news on the Internet was real.

“Of course it’s fake. I’m sorry.

Gi’s speech was with a microphone and looked at the camera without looking.

As if it were to pass through the screens and be set on my face.

He said, “Because it was not Kang who seduced me, but I pursued her. It was hard to get her to stay with me. I’m sorry.

“We go to the gynaecology and gynaecology to cure her pain, a little surgery called the undercut, not the abortion that we all guessed. He smiled politely, and said, “Because I like children and Kang likes them, we’ll stay if we have them. I’m sorry.

“When today’s show is over, I’ll propose to her. I’m sorry.

15

When I drove out of the studio, the show was over.

Almost without much effort, I saw the message from the journalists’ siege.

He was thinner than he looked in the camera, and he was wearing a moose-coloured wool coat, and he looked at me in black and with his eyes.

Apparently, he saw me too.

When the press was forced out of the press group, Gia pulled the door and sat down in the side of the car.

“Sister, drive. I’m sorry.

He was rushing.

I started my car, but I stopped when I couldn’t see a reporter, and I laughed, “I’m not your agent anymore. Aren’t you afraid that I might be trafficking you?” I’m sorry.

And suddenly he reached out his hand over my cold back and turned around and looked at me: “My sister is trafficking me.” I’m sorry.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m sorry.

I’m a bitch.

He held my hand and carefully kissed my finger.

“Sister, what I said in front of the camera was true. I like you. I want to marry you. I’m sorry.

He said his eyes were red.

“How can you lie to me? I’m sorry.

The softest part of my heart was hit by the warm tears on my back.

And a moment of silence, and suddenly We pulled his shirt and kissed him.

“How can I leave you? I’m sorry.

I’ve had a hard time, little by little, turning Qi’s speech into what I want to see.

How did you leave?

I’d have driven the car to a nearby hotel, thinking we’d all have down-town journalists.

As soon as he entered the door, he put me on the wall and kissed me.

In the middle of the night, the voice fell asleep.

I didn’t sleep, I sat up in the dark and went to the bathroom with my phone.

I was ready to resign with Rhoven.

I signed up for a love workshop and dug up a few of my old men.

And this time, the handling of public opinion about me and the hearing is my first list.

I wasn’t sure I’d come for me.

I was pushed directly to a very advantageous position by Kiki’s speech on the air.

When I waited less than five minutes, Luo Fong called. I’m sorry.

I laughed, “I’m asleep outside the door. I’m sorry.

“You! He was angry, and he put his life under it, “You said you’d break up.” I’m sorry.

I laughed even more: “Lao, I didn’t say that I couldn’t get back together after I broke up.” I’m sorry.

Then I said, “If Rowe is always accusing me, I’ll hang up. If we’re here to talk business, we can talk. I’m sorry.

“Ginger, you’re tough. You’ve got Qi’s ear, haven’t you? I’m sorry.

In the end, Rowan paid an amazing amount of money to my studio to deal with the online situation this time.

The first thing I exposed was that I was given the Qin message that Song Shizuku wanted to put me on record and evidence of violence against my school.

This idiot, who did not know that Fu-woo wanted to get rid of her, dared to say anything, so fast that he had cut off all contact with her and even threw other evidence of Song Poetry’s evil.

For example, this time she did what happened to me and Gi.

The desperate Song Poetry, so it’s done and it’s done.

And what I’m talking about, because I’m putting out a list of surgery under the skin, together with the seeds that I’ve planted in previous forums, and with the CP powder, is very soon becoming a model for the entertainment world.

In just three days, the situation in public opinion was completely reversed.

“Sister, you’re not… ready? I’m sorry.

I smiled, I didn’t respond.

Of course I’m ready.

I’ve never fought unprepared.

In my series of plans, only grandmothers were approached by them, beyond my expectations, but also by the parents who heard him.

And that afternoon, I came home with Giji to pick up Grandma and meet his parents.

Kim’s parents are very nice and warm and I’ll be staying for a few more days.

After dinner, her mother brought me into the study and mysteriously gave me a bracelet.

“This is from his grandmother. I’ll give it to you now. “This is our first time in a relationship, where we’re not in a relationship, and you take care of her.” I’m sorry.

I held the bracelet, and my heart was warm.

Or perhaps it was too sweet of the Quayour family to know when my heart was full of gas and blueness, and it was half of it.

Out of the study door, my grandmother told me that she was very happy with her parents and decided to stay here for a few more days.

I’m holding up.

And she waved with me, laughing, “You and Kiki get along and say what you want and don’t get me wrong.” I’m sorry.

I drove the car and brought the Qin to my house.

On the way, he kept telling me that his parents loved me, that he was so happy with me…

In the end, I stepped on the brakes and looked at him: “Here we are. I’m sorry.

And Qi’s words were smitten and a smile opened on his lips: “I am glad I have not come to my sister’s house. I’m sorry.

I looked at him and laughed at myself: “Maybe you would regret coming back with me.” I’m sorry.

Go upstairs, open the door and light the light in the living room, bedroom and study.

The message is in place.

Because his posters are all over my house.

I’m silent in my heart, I’ll give you one last chance to escape.

But he turned his head and looked at me with his eyes open: “So, my sister liked me, didn’t she? I’m sorry.

I looked down and noded my head.

He shouted, and threw himself at me and said, “The sister lied to me about having a boyfriend!” I’m sorry.

I smiled and kissed him with my head on his back, and in the sight of his eyes he grew, whispering, “Did you not lie to me at the beginning? I’m sorry.

“Sister…”

He and my eyes met in the air, without a word, but he understood the emotions in each other’s eyes.

“Don’t say that. I’m sorry.

I lifted my index finger and pressed it on his lips.

“Let’s do something meaningful. I’m sorry.

In the end, I close my eyes and hold his face gently.

I was told, “Why do you not look at me, sister?” I’m sorry.

It’s got a little bit of frustration in it.

I slowly opened my eyes.

He was looking at me, staring at me.

The eyes of both waves are full of gentle and focused light.

Quincy’s hot fingers climb on my shoulder.

I don’t think he’ll ever know how eager I was to bring him to my abyss and eventually to his shore.

See the light again.

I’m sorry.

One.

I’m Jim. I’m an actor.

The best play I’ve ever had in my life was in front of Kang.

Since I was born, I’ve lived in a very happy family.

Parents are in peace, food and clothing.

They taught me that you should be a good man, and that I should have kept myself in the sun as they wished.

But light and shadow depend on each other, and where there is light, there is shadow.

In my heart, too, there are crazy thoughts.

Until I met Kang.

She’s got the opposite of me, and I’m obsessed with it.

I was writing to the girl when Kang brought her to me.

And when the familiar perfume came, I kind of tumbled away and looked up at her.

The girl had a long story in front of me, to the effect that I had been deceived and that no one in her family was sick.

In this process, my eyes fell on Kang’s head, and I didn’t look at anyone else.

She doesn’t understand. She lied to me, which means no one is sick, and I’m happy.

I’m more excited, it’s Kang.

I’ve heard about her a long time ago, knowing she could have solved the problem in a more straightforward way, but she chose the most complex and dangerous.

Ginger bends over and comes close to me. It’s cold, but her eyes are glowing.

That’s the look in the eye after seeing the prey.

I realized immediately that this was the perfect opportunity.

Pretending to be angered by her, entering her board, following her step, playing a little boy who wanted revenge, but was no better than that.

Like stepping on the tip of a knife and dancing under the moonlight.

I made it, and I lost it.

That night, Kang and I were sober.

Just to get out of control and debauchery so that I have the illusion that she has.

It’s my custom to play my part in front of her, and she didn’t find out.

After Ginger left, I pulled out of the hymns of the lost and stood by the window and looked down.

She stepped on high heels and evened into the car.

She still smells of perfume on the couch.

And We put our hands gently on the window, and cried aloud, “Sister.” I’m sorry.

Sister, one day you’ll stay here and finish what you couldn’t have done today.

Two.

I don’t like Hogawa.

I’ll never be able to touch Kang when he’s around.

She and he are kind of a guy, and I’m out.

I don’t like it. I want to do everything I can to keep her away from Haogawa.

She seems to be happy to do it, too, and when I’m upset, she’s going to turn Hogawa on me.

Sister, you did it.

The violent desire has been raging over and over again and has been pushed back and forth again and again.

I began not to be content with such a mild trial and contact, but to want more and deeper, to keep her by my side and never get out.

But no.

I know the pace of the game, and I know her heart’s desire for conquest, and I’ve come this far and I can’t go back.

I wasn’t going to save Song Poetry, but she looked so bleak in our eyes that I forgot she was an actor like me.

I suddenly understood that she was right.

Good will only hurt yourself if there is no fire.

In Song Poetry’s crazy laughter, I quietly pressed the recording button on the phone.

When I went to the bar, my heart was so high and nervous.

This tension reached its peak when she came into the door and saw her kissing Haogawa.

I was afraid that Kang would give up on me, that she was tired of the game, that she wouldn’t listen to me, so tell me, forget it, we’re done.

But God has treated me so well.

She turned around and looked at me, and she put the glass in my hand, and her eyes were bright, like a light in the night.

I suddenly let go.

She chose me.

She chose me anyway.

And We drink it, and walk out with the ginger, and there comes forth a clear and loud voice, and the glass is smashed on the earth.

I finally looked back, and Hogawa’s eyes were not in the dark, and they were gone.

He’s out.

I snuffed his lips with an innocent and simple smile.

I’m willing to play a submissive role in front of Kang, and I’m willing to be led by her in the wave of love.

She just doesn’t want to. She’s got a little thought about leaving me.

So I’m just going to use the finals live, and I’m going to tell her.

That night, she took me home.

And they were gently thrust on my lips with their hands in cold air, and the sound of magic was ringing in my ears.

“Let’s do something meaningful. I’m sorry.

I bowed my head and kissed her with a long white neck, down the way.

“Sister, I lost. I’m sorry.

I’m moved and I’m willing to lose, so I’m willing to enter her game and dance with her on the knife and finish the game.

What Kang didn’t know was that she meant to me the light itself, not the abyss.

And those who were violent, extreme and dark faded in the moment when they held her in their arms.

There is nothing but tenderness and peace in the hearts.

I closed my eyes, carried her thin waist limbs with my arms and fell asleep.

I’ll give her all the letters I wrote you when I wake up tomorrow.

3

And when spring comes, suddenly age is in heat.

Every day we come home, it comes in the first place, rubs around us, even calls all night.

It’s hard to wait until the end of the period, so we’re taking her to the hospital.

The doctor told us, “When you get into the operating room, you’re going to do it.” I’m sorry.

I was like, “How?” I’m sorry.

“It’s as if you’re being forcibly separated, and you don’t want to send it to the operating room, or the dog might take revenge. I’m sorry.

I’m unconscious to the seating ginger.

She picks at me a frown, and she can’t stop making a smile at her lips: “Just play, the Queen.” I’m sorry.

I went to pay back and I came to the operating room when I was old.

A few steps away, two nurses came in and robbed me of my age.

And I was angry, “What are you doing? I’m sorry.

The nurse pushed me backwards with his selfless face, reaching out to the age of my hand, scratching the emptiness, crying out, “Age, age…”

It’s in the nurse’s arms, and it’s barking at me.

At last it’s in the operating room.

I rubbed the sweat on my forehead and turned to the ginger.

She’s against the wall and she’s smiling.

I jumped over her shoulder and threatened her: “Sister, laugh at me again, and you’ll do it the next time you do it!” I’m sorry.

“How could I have done well?” I’m sorry.

The threat didn’t work. I had to change my poor face and sell it.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.

And indeed, she was soft in heart, and she put a kiss on my forehead: “You have indeed sacrificed a great sacrifice for your age.” I’m sorry.

I had to go in, pull the mask off, pull it up, kiss her on the lips.

“You’re a big star now.” It’s a public place and it’s possible to get caught. I’m sorry.

I smiled and said, “Soo will take care of it.” I’m sorry.

“Just find something for Junior. She shook her head and suddenly her eyes were set behind me. I’m sorry.

The doctor came to us and took off his mask: “The operation was a success, and when the anaemics were over, you could take the dog home. Bring it down next week. I’m sorry.

We came home in our old age, lying down on the bed, crying at me, with one eye full of tears.

Ginger looked at it for a while and suddenly turned to me and said, “Do you think it looks like you?” I’m sorry.

“Aah?”

“When you cry, just like you. I’m sorry.

I’m sure there’s a normal, pathetic look on my face, because she’s smiling at me: “Yes, that’s the look.” I’m sorry.

4

Since the last time my parents brought Kang Yong’s grandmother to their place of residence, three people have been in constant contact.

Two houses were not far away, and my mother had an appointment with Kang-gang’s grandmother, who went to buy food together every morning, to line up for a broken egg.

Actually, there’s no need for me and Kang to save money, but my mom says saving money is her hobby, and I can only leave it to them.

Kang Zian never told me about her parents, and she was very close to Grandma, and I realized that maybe her parents were gone.

Until a long time later, at the script workshop, I saw women on the scene after the investment deal.

Years and years had left a stark mark on her face, but the beauty of youth remained elusive.

The most important thing is that her eyebrows are almost the same as the ginger.

I’m staring.

Go back and tell Kang, and she admits, “That’s my mother, biologically.” I’m sorry.

“She…”

“My father is alive, too, with a rich woman who runs a chain of firepots. I’m sorry.

And all the books in her hand laughed at me without heart: “They are alive and know what I am doing, but they do not interfere with one another, nor do they disturb anyone. I’m sorry.

I suddenly felt terrible.

No one is born extreme and dark.

It was just that she was brutally dragged into the abyss by fate.

“Don’t feel sorry for me. They don’t care about me. I don’t owe anyone. I’m sorry.

“I don’t feel sorry for you, I think my sister is very good.” I’m sorry.

She was frozen and looked into my eyes, and a flash of water.

The next afternoon, my dad suddenly called and called me and Kang to dinner.

It’s not until we get back that Kang-gi’s grandma is here.

It’s a big meal. It’s a big one. It’s obviously not an ordinary dinner.

My mother ate two meals, dropped the chopsticks, clear her throat: “Well, since everybody’s here, let’s talk about the wedding. I’m sorry.

Ginger looked up and looked at me fast.

And when my mother was not ready, I caught her in the ear and whispered, “Son, I swear it has nothing to do with me. I’m sorry.

I saw my mom and Grandma Kang sing together, and I knew it would be a secret.

After dinner, Grandma Kang called me to the study and asked me, “Did you see Kang? I’m sorry.

I looked at her with surprise: “Yes, but how do you know?” I’m sorry.

“She contacted me and said she saw Kang-gi’s boyfriend. She was too young to be satisfied. Grandma said slowly, “I told her you didn’t give a shit about Ginger and the wheel got your opinion? It’s enough that I’m satisfied with her. I’m sorry.

I suddenly realized that her personality might have been partly inherited from her grandmother.

Grandma seemed to see through my mind and put her hand on my back:

“I know, she’s scared, and she’s afraid to tell me something. I know, and I don’t want to push her. I’ve had a hard time, so sometimes, you can’t be so good. I’m sorry.

She looked away, she looked away, and the idea seemed to drift far away.

“I’m not in a hurry to wait for the day she told me…”

When I opened the door, I ran into Kang-gang and fell out of my parents’ house.

And in her eyes, she had a slight twitch.

I’ll walk over and hold her hard.

“Sister. I put it in her ear and said, “Let’s get married next year. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.