"Hello, senior!" Five members of red velvet, agents, assistants, etc. stepped forward together.

Speaking of which, they and Park Ji-hoon are really destined to be together and they met twice on TV.

Although I have always had awe of Park Ji-hoon because of the first time I saw the scene outside the TV station, since I have encountered it, I must say hello.

"Hello." Park Ji-hoon turned around, greeted the five people, and asked, "Are you getting off work?"

"Yes." The five people replied restrainedly. They were in a regular manner, putting their hands in front of them, and the standard posture of students being scolded by the teacher.

"Have you got off work too?" Joy asked back. Among the five, she and Park Ji-hoon had met the most. Although they knew their own personality, they were not as afraid of Park Ji-hoon as the other four members.

"No, I'll come and have a look." Park Ji-hoon replied, reminding him: "Thank you for your hard work. It's raining and the road is slippery. Be careful when you go back."

In one sentence, the five red velvets' mentality about him changed drastically!

I didn't hate it before, but I was mostly awe-inspiring artists, but I was used to the indifferent entertainment industry, especially girls, who were particularly sensitive to this kind of small care.

Perhaps Park Ji-hoon just said it casually, but the five people's feelings were very clear.

"Thank you, senior!" After answering, the five people thanked each other in unison. The emotions contained in their voices were obviously different from before.

"I won't delay your time." Park Ji-hoon waved his hand and said. After a day's itinerary, he must be eager to go back to the dormitory to rest. He is also an artist and has such experiences.

The five bowed again and said goodbye to leave.

Park Ji-hoon also said goodbye to the front desk and took the elevator upstairs.

n.e.w entertainment has now surpassed j entertainment, which is recognized by the industry. You just need to keep it. You can build n.e.w into its current scale with your own hands. If he says he is not proud, pride is impossible.

Walking in the corridors layer by layer, looking at the busy offices, recording studios, etc., I imagine the future of n.e.w, and I am determined to go there.

Many staff members thought he was here to inspect, and the news spread quickly on the TV station, and the originally slack spirit suddenly became concentrated.

In fact, there was nothing he had when he came to the company this time, he just wanted to come and have a look.

He likes rainy days and becomes more emotional.

After a walk around the company, I went home directly.

When we got home, it was almost 0 o'clock. Yuri, Park Min-ah and others were resting, and only the lights were on at the entrance.

Park Ji-hoon did not go back to his room to rest. After taking off his coat in the living room, he placed the sake he brought from the kitchen in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Then he went to the kitchen himself, cooked a packet of fried ramen, fryed two fried eggs and put them on it, and brought it to the floor-to-ceiling window.

In the past, I really ate ramen for several years in order to save money to buy a house in Seoul, so I basically stopped eating ramen.

There was nothing I could do today. There was no leftover in the kitchen. I don’t know what they ate for dinner so cleanly, but they were emotionally exploding. What happened some time ago still had a lingering charm. Although I was not hungry, I just wanted to eat something and drink some wine.

The wine is a bibibi-brew sake brewed from Kotoshima, Japan. It is hand-brewed in ancient ways. It is characterized by a light and refreshing entrance, and a versatile cuisine. The food can highlight the deliciousness of the food. It complements the sashimi most. However, today I can only use fried noodles to make it work.

It was late at night and I sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and could vaguely hear the sound of rain outside the house.

Looking at the drizzling raindrops under the yard lights, I picked a chopstick and fryed noodles, and ate a big gulp of fried eggs. The rich taste exploded in my mouth. I took another sip of sake to clear away the remaining food in my mouth and continued to have another gulp.

It seems pretty good.

Enjoy the tranquility now.

I don’t hate the usual lively atmosphere, but I just like to think about things and think about life alone when I occasionally feel emotional.

Eating is completely instinct, just like smoking.

In such an atmosphere, it seems that the passage of time cannot be noticed.

Until a heavy footsteps came.

Park Ji-hoon looked back and saw Yoona rubbing her eyes and going downstairs with a confused look on her face. She was wearing a light pink nightgown, with her hair loose, her eyes squinted, and she looked sleepy as if she had just woken up.

"What are you doing here alone?" Yuna asked vaguely, her expression of being unable to speak clearly makes people think of the newly born puppy, who was angry.

"Eat something and pray and thank God." Park Ji-hoon asked after answering, "Why are you here?"

"Get up and go to the bathroom. I found that the lights are on here, so I went down to take a look." Yoona walked closer, covered the light with her hands, squinted her eyes and looked at the fried noodles that were about to be eaten up by him. She couldn't help but ask strangely: "Don't Oppa not eat ramen? Also, when did Oppa believe in God?"

"Isn't this nothing else to eat? Who made you eat so cleanly for dinner?" Park Ji-hoon opened his arms and replied, "I don't believe it now, but I still have to thank God for letting me meet you."

"Just meet it?" Yuna didn't hesitate and sat sideways on his lap, hugged him, lay in his arms, closed her eyes, and murmured.

Treatment that I was very enviable before.

Holding the man's sturdy body and smelling the familiar man's aura, there was a feeling of special peace and fulfillment. No wonder Taeyeon always likes to be hugged by him.

Park Ji-hoon did not answer, but lowered his head and kissed Yoona gently on her exposed left ear.

"Oppa, fried noodles!" After pausing for a moment, Yoona suddenly said angrily.

He is eating fried noodles!

"Haha..." Park Ji-hoon chuckled and said, "I'll wipe it off for you."

"Why did Oppa come back so late?" Yoona felt that her ear was so comfortable being pinched by him. The force was not light or heavy, with warm body temperature, and the slightly rough touch unique to the man's palms. However, it was occasionally itchy. I don't know if it was intentional.

"First I went to meet Fang Shihyuk from big hit, then had a meal with Ji-eun, and then took Ji-eun home and went to the TV station for a trip." Park Ji-hoon replied in detail.

"Does Oppa want to eat himself too much again?" After hearing this, Yoona didn't care about his sending IU home. Instead, she stretched out a hand, touched his stomach, and said angrily.

The last experience has spread all over the world!

"It's okay. I mainly drank tofu soup before, which is easy to digest." Park Ji-hoon replied.

No wonder I can quit smoking by using "eating"!

"What's wrong with your feet?" Park Ji-hoon asked in surprise.

"With the foot mask, don't Oppa like women's feet?" Yoona replied casually.

Although I don’t live on the same floor, I live under the same roof after all, and it’s not too short. How could I not know some of Park Ji-hoon’s preferences?

Even Jessia knows it, let alone her!

Park Ji-hoon smiled embarrassedly, leaned back, leaning against the backrest of the single sofa.

Yoona is like a sloth hanging on him, lazy and motionless.

The two of them didn't say anything more.

Park Ji-hoon's thoughts shifted from the rain outside the window. As expected, he liked the people around him more than the so-called emotionality.
Chapter completed!