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The first thousand two hundred and eighty-fifth chapters apologize

"Would you like to go shopping in the afternoon? By the way, buy some gifts for uncles, aunts, and Xiao Xiayan." After choosing the wine, Tiany asked Taeyeon.

She was eager to try it out. She was not the kind of person who stayed at home. She was almost ruined by one morning.

Taeyeon shook her head.

"Hmm?" Tiany never thought that she would be rejected. Which girl would not like shopping? After being rejected, she couldn't help but be stunned.

"I won't go." Seeing this, Taeyeon patted her arm and comforted her.

"You think about his body too!" Tiany endured it several times, but in the end she couldn't hold it back.

"Go and go and visit yours!" Taeyeon's face turned slightly red, she glanced at her and urged her.

"I'll also let me change my clothes!" Tiany shouted helplessly.

In the villa, although it is not as casual as in the dormitory, it is also very home-friendly and is not suitable for going out for shopping!

Anyway, you are an artist, you need to pay attention to your image.

"I'm having supper outside." Tiany told Taeyeon as she left.

"I know!" Taeyeon responded casually.

As Tiany left, the villa suddenly became quiet.

Zheng Yan'er is very busy every day. In addition to work, she also has various social engagements. In addition to getting a new car, she just got a happy life. She doesn't sleep anymore every morning and goes out early!

As for Yoon Hee-jin, she suddenly became interested in a script that had been revised 6 times and was even obsessed with it. For this reason, she refused to turn off the script she had already selected, forcing Park Ji-ho to find Woo Min-ho to direct. She was busy with the preliminary preparations and had not been home for a long time.

Taeyeon took a walk, packed up, and tidied it up before returning to the bedroom.

Park Ji-hoon fell asleep.

He was half lying on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed, covered with a thin blanket, and a Samsung platform computer was placed on it. As Li Zai's personal friend, many of his electronic products were specially made for him by Samsung.

Taeyeon climbed onto the bed and helped him take the tablet away.

I took a look and found an article about logistics majors, and I couldn't understand it.

Park Ji-hoon woke up.

"Why did you fall asleep in this position?" Taeyeon pouted slightly and said angrily.

The tenderness and sweetness are strong, and every word and action is unconsciously brought a bit of coquettishness.

"Yes, who should I blame?" Park Ji-hoon smiled slightly and teased her.

"Anyway, I can't blame myself!" Taeyeon gave Park Ji-hoon a charming look, put on the tablet, lifted the blanket, and came in.

Park Ji-hoon suddenly stiffened.

Taeyeon raised her eyes and saw the exaggerated expression on his face, and then she patted him in shame and annoyance.

"Haha..." Park Ji-hoon chuckled and asked, "Where is Pani?"

"Pani went shopping and came back after dinner." Taeyeon asked him to lie down, got into his arms, hugged his body, and replied.

In the eyes, sweetness is a bit reluctant to leave.

How could Park Ji-hoon not be able to see it, but he could not say anything, and even words of comfort could not be expressed, so he could only take the little guy into his chest.

The little guy smells very nicely after bathing and his own unique body fragrance.

The petite and soft body is light but not losing its weight.

Park Ji-hoon drilled into the T-shirt with one hand and gently stroked the little guy's smooth back.

Taeyeon likes him very much, just like a kitten enjoying his master's caress.

I went out for dinner before, and the weather outside was hot, which made me feel restless. The inside of the house was completely different. When the curtains were pulled, it seemed to be isolated from the world, quiet and cool.

It is rare that the villa has not been constructed today.

Taeyeon enjoyed Park Ji-hoon's caress, breathed his breath, felt his body temperature... Before she knew it, she fell asleep.

The nose wings swayed gently, making slight snoring sounds from time to time.

Sleeping very heavily!

I've been very tired these days.

She slept so well that Park Ji-hoon was unconsciously infected by her, and her eyelids gradually became heavier.

The bedroom became quiet, and only two breaths remained one after another, as if they were entangled.

I don’t know how long it took, Park Ji-hoon woke up quietly because of the movement beside him.

"Wake you up again." Taeyeon opened her eyes, as if he was hesitating whether to wake him up.

He was holding it.

Park Ji-hoon squinted his eyes and kissed the little guy's slippery and warm face.

"I'm going back." Taeyeon pursed her lips and said, "After getting up."

"Yes." Park Ji-hoon didn't say much, got up and prepared the gift.

Cordyceps and other supplements, truffles and other delicacies, and a set of cosmetics for Mom Jin, are already ready.

Finally, an assistant was called to send Taeyeon.

Taeyeon didn't let him deliver it in person.

It was already early 5 pm.

Seeing Taeyeon get in the car and leave, Park Ji-hoon stood for a while before walking towards the restaurant opposite.

Xu Xian didn’t know if he was at home or went out?

Yoona didn't come either.

Yuri should be almost here, right?

Thoughts are flying, and distracting thoughts are everywhere.

He is not the kind of person with a weak will, but he is inevitably distracting.

Just as he was thinking about it, the ringtone of the phone suddenly rang. You can do nothing else, but you must carry both phones with you at all times.

Unfamiliar number displayed.

After a moment of thinking, Park Ji-hoon thought of something, raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a little coldness on his face. He connected his cell phone, but did not speak.

"Mr. Park Ji-hoon?" a middle-aged man's voice sounded and asked tentatively.

Insufficient momentum.

"It's me." Park Ji-hoon responded.

It seems like I'm too lazy to say more than a word.

"Hello, I'm disturbing you. I'm President Lee Myung-jiu." Sure enough, it was the president of D, a man who was determined to introduce the "spirit of Hong Kong journalists" to South Korea.

As early as the beginning of his founding of Th, Lee Ming was mentally prepared to be threatened, and he had experienced it more than once, but he never shrunk, including the last time he was warned by Park Ji-hoon.

But this time is different from the past!

Park Ji-hoon's net worth is different!

When a billionaire is really angered, it is probably no more difficult to deal with the president of a small entertainment magazine than to step on an ant to death. Asking 100 people to sue him is just the most civilized warning, and there are many more direct and violent means.

Especially this rich man has the background of the prosecutor system.

He was scared!

A very simple but extremely real reason.

"Sorry, my subordinates are ignorant and have gone to your place. I have criticized and punished him!" Li Ming continued, "Don't worry, I have deleted all the relevant information and have not been backed up!"

"Yes." Park Ji-hoon responded and said, "It's only three things."

This is the second time.

"Yes, yes, I understand!" Li Ming responded respectfully.

When facing Park Ji-hoon, he is a weak person, so he can only listen to anything and flatter him. When facing artists who do not want to be exposed, he will have a different attitude.

Park Ji-hoon ended the call directly.

I saw Yuri arrive.
Chapter completed!
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