Korea Everywhere: People On The Peninsula, Lost Touch

It's the height of summer, and it's still hot even in the evening.

Fortunately, Su Yun was already sweating a few steps from the taxi to the room.

Looking at Su Yun, whose face was not red and breathless, Zhao Meijing's heart was covered with an inexplicable color.

Young is good... He should be at his most vigorous age, right...?

"You go upstairs and play for a while, and I'll call you when I'm done."

Zhao Meijing lowered her head, a little afraid to look directly at Su Yun.

"Oh, okay." Su Yun turned around, and saw Zhao Meijing half-hunched over and taking off her high heels, her mouth still chanting.

"Ouch, I already knew that I didn't wear high heels, I was really tired."

What Su Yun could see in his eyes was a large snow-white.

Sure enough, women at this age are the most charming, and even a casual move is enough to tug at a man's heartstrings.

Su Yun went upstairs in ashes and began to think about how to go in the future.

Since he chose to stay, he naturally wanted to develop his own power here.

Unlike the peninsula, almost all real power is in the hands of chaebols.

In other words, as long as you have courage and strength, you can also be the one who controls real power!

It's just that at present, Su Yun is just an ordinary person.

No, it should be said that even ordinary people are inferior, at least in the eyes of most people in Seoul.

International students have a special status and are usually bullied material.

Not to mention control, even integrating into them is not an easy task.

However, Su Yun did not need to integrate into them.

As time passed, Su Yun's stomach reacted and growled.

Not only hungry, but also seems to have a... Fart!

Su Yun thought of a story from his previous life again.

Say, there was a little boy in class with a stomach that came to react.

He bet it was a fart and it turned out... Losing is a mess.

Su Yun didn't dare to bet, his room was on the second floor, and there was a toilet next to it.

But...... The door seems to be broken.

There is no way, only to go to the first floor.

Zhao Meijing had just changed her clothes and walked out of the bedroom at this time, and saw Su Yun going downstairs greeting her very casually.

"Su Yun... If you are thirsty, the water is in the refrigerator, just take it yourself.

Su didn't reply, and rushed straight into the toilet, he was almost unable to suppress the power of the flood in his stomach.

Zhao Meijing smiled slightly and prepared to cook.

As soon as she put on her apron, she was startled by the sound of the rush.

That's right, scared.

Without listening to it, Zhao Meijing was sure that the sound came from next to the kitchen... Lavatory!

"What is that voice...?"

Zhao Meijing was puzzled.

She watched Su Yun walk in.

It's just that...... Isn't it a little loud?

"Did the hose explode or did the faucet break?" Zhao Meijing muttered softly. "

Su Yun?"

She tried to scream twice, but saw no response.

So, curiosity drove her to slowly approach the toilet door.

"Su Yun?"

She asked in a low voice again, but still did not respond.

It's just that the sound of the water is constantly decreasing.

The water stream slapped on the toilet, making a rattling sound, surprisingly large, coupled with Zhao Meijing's small voice, there was a ghost if she could hear it.

It turns out that Su Yun gambled wrong, that is, an ordinary fart, just...

"Add a hundred seconds ... And this effect?

Su Yun on the other side was also stunned.

Although I have not experienced real combat before, I don't know the specific time.

However, just adding a hundred seconds of time has such power, and it is enough to prove that Su Yun is not bad...

After the flood discharge ended, Su Yun, who was satisfied, washed his hands, and just opened the toilet door, and what he saw was a "meat ball" rushing over.

In other words, it may collide with Su Yun.

But now is different, Su Yun has the blessing of a god-level physique, and his reaction ability is much higher than that of ordinary people, and he just dodged it with a slight sideways look.

The "meat ball" also threw itself on the ground.

"Ouch~" A coquettish cry.

Su Yun saw clearly that it was Bei Lin's mother, Zhao Meijing!

So...... Why is she at the toilet door?

emmm...... Eavesdrop?

Su Yun was puzzled, but still asked.

"Auntie, are you all right?"

Zhao Meijing was just hurt and ashamed.

She was just curious and planned to eavesdrop, but her feet were like being welded to the floor, and she always wanted to listen again... And so it turned out.

At this time, she couldn't care about the pain in her knees and stumbled to her feet.

"It's okay, Auntie just slipped while walking."

Saying that, he also glanced inside the toilet.

The faucet was safe and sound, and the water pipe did not break.

That would say... The voice was made by Su Yun.

Fall?

I believe you're a ghost.

The kitchen is still some distance from the toilet, and there is almost no clutter in the house, can you fall?

Seeing that Su Yun did not reply, Zhao Meijing was even more ashamed.

Jade Tooth bit her red lips, and her face gradually flushed with a hint of redness, not daring to look directly into Su Yun's eyes.

"That... That one...... You go upstairs to play with Belin for a while, I'll call you when I'm done." "

Ahhhhh

Shame to death, shame to death!

Zhao Meijing hurriedly turned her head to the side and stumbled away.

"Oh yes Auntie, Belin said he won't be back at night, let me tell you."

Only then did Su Yun remember this incident.

"Not coming back? This dead girl knows that she is fooling around outside, and now she doesn't dare to tell me, so she will let you bring words.

"Okay then, then the two of us, I'll feed you next."

Su Yun: ???

Indeed, Zhao Meijing has three children.

The eldest daughter has a job, often has to work night shifts, and rarely returns.

As for the second son... Playboy one.

Every day, he only has a girl in his mind, and home is dispensable for him.

But...... How many meanings does this eat below?

Su Yun was puzzled.

In his impression, the peninsulars are pickles in addition to kimchi, and their eating habits are strange.

Pasta, that kind of thing is a rarity in the peninsula.

Su Yun has also been in Seoul, the capital of the peninsula, for three days, and whether it is in the school cafeteria or on the street, he has hardly seen noodles-related food.

"So..." Su Yun looked at Zhao Meijing, who was busy looking down, and had a hint of a different idea.

Unlike most housewives, Zhao Meijing cares about her outfit.

Even if you are working or cooking, you will not change your skirt.

Occasionally, when he lowered his head to take something, the spring light was leaking, and Su Yun's heart itched when he saw it.

So, I didn't go upstairs anymore, found a comfortable position in the living room and sat down, quietly admiring.