Although Song Ji-hyo was cruel, it was impossible to really ignore the guests. There was no reason to do things like that. It was just that the one who accompanied the guests was Song Ji-hyo himself.

When I arrived at the door of Park Ji-yeon's guest room, the door was not closed and the lights inside were brightly lit.

Song Ji Hyo knows the meaning of this detail.

The little girl finished taking a shower, but didn't know how to go out to face them. However, as a guest, it seemed strange that she would immediately stay closed and not go out. After weighing the matter, she could only open the door, but she did not show up.

He is a sensitive girl, and is definitely not as heartless as I knew when I was doing a show.

Song Ji Hyo walked in. Park Ji-yeon was not in the house. She could be seen vaguely leaning against the railing on the balcony outside. I don’t know whether to look at the stars or the neon lights in the cool night.

There were drinks, wine and pastries brought by servants on the table, but they didn't seem to have touched them.

Song Ji Hyo picked up a glass of orange juice and walked to the balcony.

I felt someone coming, Park Ji-yeon was happy at first, then quickly froze, quickly changing to a polite smile, and turned his head: "Senior Ji Hyo."

Song Ji Hyo looked at her expression with interest. This was not a cunning girl, and she was not good at hiding her emotions. She smiled and said, "I think it's a prudent?"

Park Ji-yeon scratched her head: "Yes, but I smelled the fragrance of my senior..."

Song Ji Hyo handed the juice: "Why don't you eat anything?"

"I have already used dinner, and it is not advisable to eat too much idol at night."

"The juice doesn't matter." Song Ji Hyo insisted on stuffing the cup in her hand: "When the time comes, So Yeon scolds me for not even letting her house take a sip of water, I can't bear it."

Park Ji-yeon smiled, but took the cup. After thanking him, he remained silent and his eyes turned out toward the railing again.

This time Song Ji Hyo understood that Park Ji-yeon was indeed looking at the cool night. Just like when she first came here, she probably felt much worse. Here, she could feel strongly that this is his country, which would make them feel a sense of pride in their hearts to overlook all living beings. Song Ji Hyo admitted that he had some vanity attributes, but she didn't know if this girl was there.

It is impossible for anyone who chooses to be an artist, no matter what background or personality, they have more or less such attributes. After all, no one is a saint.

She smiled and said, "When I first watched the night view here, I felt that the red lights outside were confused, which was really not a good place. But after staying for a long time, I thought the night view was quite beautiful."

Park Ji-yeon turned her head in surprise and looked at her: "I...I'm the first time I've seen it like this tonight, I feel very beautiful."

Song Ji Hyo was stunned and then laughed. Park Ji Yeon scratched the back of her head and smirked foolishly.

"That's right, you have accepted his identity for too long and have become accustomed to it." Song Ji Hyo smiled and said, "I heard that the situation was very big when I was followed today, and you are by my side?"

"Yes..." Park Ji-yeon said: "That's a misunderstanding."

"No matter whether it is an error or not, you won't feel scary when it has not been announced yet. You really want to stay away from this dangerous man?" Song Ji-hyo asked curiously.

"Scary?" Park Ji-yeon tilted her head and thought for a while, and smiled, "It's not scary."

Song Ji Hyo sighed: "Is it because he likes him so much and is willing to face danger with him?"

"Like it? Actually, I don't know if I like it or not..." Park Ji-yeon murmured to himself, his expression was a bit strange, and he whispered awkwardly: "If I say that I don't have that kind of relationship with him at all, would you believe it?"

Song Ji-hyo was stunned.

"Maybe So Yeon Ouni was restless tonight when he saw the text message. This time it was me...willful." Park Ji-yeon murmured: "I just...oh, I don't know what I'm thinking..."

The little girl wanted to explain a few words, but she couldn't express her thoughts and bulged her cheeks angrily.

Song Ji Hyo felt so cute, and couldn't help but reach out and pinch it: "Since it's not that relationship, do you dare to stay here?"

Park Ji-yeon blinked: "Why don't you dare to come? Where your brother-in-law is there, that's the safest place."

Song Ji Hyo also blinked her eyes, and finally knew why she felt it was "not scary" that someone followed her.

Since he is in the place, it is the safest place. What are you afraid of when you sit next to him in the car?

I don’t know if this girl has this sense of dependence or the whole group has it. In short, Tang Jinyan, you guy... may have an influence on T-ara more than you expect.

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The two leaned on the balcony and chatted for a while, talking about some topics in the entertainment industry. The night became darker, and sleepyness rose in Park Ji-yeon's eyes, and Song Ji-hyo said goodbye with cognitively.

Tang Jinyan's study room was still on, and Song Ji-hyo walked in gently, looking at him reading at night in his clothes, very seriously, and didn't seem to have any other thoughts about the addition of a beautiful girl at home tonight. Unlike Zheng Eun-di, he would feel that he would not be able to calm down when he remembered Eun-di taking a bath next to him.

Song Ji Hyo walked behind him and put his slender hands on his shoulder and gently massaged: "It seems like you're wronged."

Tang Jinyan did not look up: "Actually, it's not a bad thing. Zhiyan himself knows it. I see that they occasionally have strange colors like men in their eyes."

"Normal, which man has no lust."

"It's not normal for me."

“Yes, because you can do it.”

"So Su Yeon also warned me that it is not uncommon for her to have such concerns."

Song Ji Hyo bent down and listened to him behind him, "Is it useful to squeeze you dry?"

Tang Jinyan smiled and said, "It's useful. I'll finish this passage and go to rest."

"Put you a little first." Song Ji-hyo murmured, slowly turned to him, slid to the ground, and buried Zhen's head.

As soon as he entered the warmth, Tang Jinyan could no longer read the book and looked at Song Ji-hyo in surprise: "Is this compensation for wronging me?"

Song Ji Hyo blinked and signaled you to guess?

Tang Jinyan had no time to guess. Although he had done this posture when he was passionate, it was nothing special, but when he was reading at night, someone was doing it under the table, which gave him a different experience. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a while, threw the book, leaned over and pulled Song Ji-hyo up and put it on the table, unbuttoned her pajamas.

In the guest room, Park Ji-yeon leaned against her head with a smile. He heard a faint sound coming from outside and spat: "It's really **..."

Her eyes gradually became less focal, as if she had remembered something... The scene seemed to have not been long, but it seemed very far away. It was so far away that she had to dig deep in her memory that she could barely touch a little.

Half an hour later, Song Ji-hyo begged for mercy in the study: "Why are you very brave today?"

Tang Jinyan sighed: "I told a girl today... I don't know the taste of meat for a month."

"Girl? Not Ji Yeon?"

"It's not Ji Yeon. That guy followed me to Qingliang without knowing how to live or die. The key is that she is still very beautiful... For a moment, I almost wanted to say thank you Qianli for sending the meat."

Song Ji Hyo laughed: "Why don't you eat? Don't tell me you are a great person."

Tang Jinyan was silent for a long time before saying, "At that moment, I remembered someone who was forced to eat by me, and then I was in a state of urgency."
Chapter completed!