[Korean entertainment] The world of power is here

Putting the cold Coke glass on the table in front of him, he straightened his face, "Why do you ask this?"

"Ah, I'm writing a song with such a theme recently, and I want to hear how a woman feels when her man cheats on her." She winked and took out a popcorn from the bucket in her arms and stuffed it into her mouth, " Didn’t I say that if you love someone, you don’t care about anything, but you can forgive everything.”

"Shit, I love you, you cheated on me, stupid, still love you?" She hates high-sounding words, "The kind of person who can forgive cheating is a big idiot. I have a distant relative whose husband is a cheater. The company, after getting married, the business grew, raised a woman outside, and gave birth to a child, and finally the two divorced. As a result, the man's business was in short supply and the woman ran away. He still had the face to run back with the child and say that Remarried."

"Have you agreed?" The picture on the screen no longer attracted his attention, but the story An Hai told was more interesting.He has developed such a habit since he started contacting songwriting, listening to other people's stories, and can get inspiration from various other people's stories to write songs. After all, how novel are some worlds that he has never touched.

With an expression of hatred for iron and steel, "I agreed, the two remarried, and helped to take care of the child. If I wanted me, I would have strangled the child to death. I have never understood what kind of love would make people so ignorant. Doing great things on your own actually looks like an idiot to others.”

"Stupid..." Although he disagreed, he felt reasonable, "You see, the main character's fiancée must have had sex with another man. It's a one-night stand."

"Then what do you think about one-night stands..."

"it's common."

"Normal?! An Hai, you won't be with others..."

Someone from An squinted at him, "Brother, I also have time to do this kind of thing, besides, foreigners are so messed up that I am afraid that I will meet sick ones. And when I say normal, I mean single men and women, you see It's obviously irresponsible to do such a thing even if you are engaged, if I were this man, I would have fucked all the women in the street."

After listening to what she said, Quan Zhilong suddenly felt that the decision not to let his sister watch the movie together was extremely correct and wise.

"Why take me to see your sister today?"

"I've seen your father." Turning sideways, he took out a small box that was originally packaged exquisitely, but was slightly deformed due to being squeezed in the small space of the pocket, "I have met my father-in-law." Bar?"

"Ancheng is not father-in-law. Don't call him father-in-law."

"Okay." Open it, and there is a pair of exquisite and special earrings, "I am serious about this relationship."

In the flickering lights of the movie, An Hai turned his head so that he could put it on. The dubbing to enhance the French romantic atmosphere became more ambiguous under the skin-to-skin contact between the two. An Hai could even feel the warmth of his breath on his back.

"Why did you suddenly give me earrings?" A thin layer of goosebumps appeared on his skin, and he squinted at him with lowered eyes.

But he didn't answer, he rested his chin on her shoulder and gently held her earlobe. He said in a small sound when his teeth collided with the metal of the earrings, An Hai, do you know what it means for a boy to give a girl an earring?

do not know.

"You have my mark on your body, so you can only belong to me." He closed his eyes, and said softly, "My An Hai, happy birthday."

My Anhai, happy birthday.

It was midnight at this time, and the timing was just right.Her life has just reached her 24th year. Before she was 10 years old, she had cakes, candles, and seaweed soup on every birthday. After the age of 10, she didn't celebrate her birthday specially. Friends occasionally prepared surprises, and she once nested in a wooden attic with her lover, lit candles and sang happy birthday.

But no one has ever told her, my An Hai.Oh, it turns out that the sense of belonging is such a feeling, four simple words.

"Quan Zhilong, I like you the most." Turning around, he hugged him and kissed him proactively.

The first time I saw you, I knew I would like you.How good, one day, we like each other.

...

Leaning on his shoulders and continuing to watch movies, watching the night view of Paris and seeing another beautiful world after the clock struck midnight, the scenery was so beautiful that he couldn't help feeling that he really wanted to travel to Paris once.

Thinking about the fact that there are not many opportunities for him to actually travel. Going abroad is often accompanied by filming and then rushing to buy something after the filming is over. The kind of travel plan that prepares luggage and carefully calculates travel expenses, checks hotels, spots, food, and customs. Too far from his life.If she had time, she would also like to hold his arm and walk side by side through the banks of the Seine.

The movie is not the action police movie she usually likes, the conflict is not strong and the narrative is the main one.After eating up the popcorn and Coke and adding a shoulder, An Hai just watched and passed. Her sleep has always been shallow. Maybe it's because the more she sleeps on the plane, the more tired she gets. Maybe the movie is too boring. Maybe it's because she saw him. My sister was nervous, and in any case she slept soundly.

Quan Zhilong watched her sleep peacefully with her eyes closed, her amber eyes staring at the screen, biting her nails and frowning slightly, her eyes were full of guilt.

An Hai woke up some time later, stared in a daze for a while, didn't realize that he was still in the movie theater until he saw the ending subtitles on the screen, felt a little wet on the side of his face, wiped it subconsciously, sat up and saw his short sleeves on her A large area where it was leaning on just now was wet.

"An Hai, am I so handsome?" He pinched the corner of his clothes with some disgust, "So you drool when you see me."

...

The days passed smoothly like this for a few days. Quan Zhilong said that the company will go public next month and is currently arranging an itinerary to attend the press conference at that time. He is quite busy and will not come if he has no time these days. The call ended briefly compared to the original , Even the domestic tiger was thrown over for her to help take care of.

An Hai is also happy and at ease, watching TV, writing songs, and walking the dog after dinner.Regarding the big j□j in Japan, she saw that nearly a month had passed, and there was no other major situation except that there was gossip about this kind of news when he just returned to China. Perhaps, Tom is still a man, and he doesn’t bother to mention it at all. Talk about things?

After dinner today, I took a rest for a while, as usual. I helped the tiger put on a collar, stepped on slippers and led it downstairs for a walk, biting a popsicle and leading it slowly. The tiger is very afraid of the heat. Sticking out his tongue to dissipate heat, he looked back at her with pitiful eyes from time to time---the hand biting the popsicle.

I couldn't bear to be seen by it, so I picked a bamboo bench to rest and sat down with my legs crossed, and put the remaining popsicles to its mouth.Jiahu looked up at her, opened his mouth, and licked the popsicle bit by bit with his tongue.

The mobile phone in his trouser pocket rang at this time, and when he took it out, he saw that it was Huizhen and let go of the popsicle. Jiahu pressed the popsicle with his paw and bit it hard.

"Sister Huizhen." Wrapped the rough dog leash around her wrist a few times and picked up the phone, "What's wrong?"

"Well... An Hai, do you have time now..." There was an echo on the other end of the phone, probably in the bathroom, "Can I take Haru to your house to stay for one night?"

Leaving the domestic tiger on the back seat, An Hai drove there. As soon as he opened the door, he heard a room full of crying children and two people arguing fiercely in another room.

"Why do you send my things out on your own? I, Li Shanxiong, haven't reached the point of asking people!"

"I didn't ask you to ask someone, didn't I send it out for your own good?! Look at what you are doing now!" The woman responded sharply, "I am exhausted from working outside, how about you? You stay at home but Don't even take care of Haru! She is your daughter!"

An Hai squatted in front of Haru who was sitting on the sofa crying with a flushed face and no one was paying attention to him. After feeding her some water, she was relieved slightly. He patted Haru on the back, stood outside the door, and heard something smashed in the room, there was a bump, and after the silence, there was the cry of a woman breaking down.

An Hai got up and walked to the door, and knocked on the door. It was still quiet inside. After a while, the door was opened. Jiang Huizhen's eyes were red and her hair was a little messy. It seemed that she sniffed her nose and managed to hold up a smile that was uglier than crying. , "Coming?"

"En." He looked into the room inquiringly, "What happened?"

"It's okay, my brother is not in a good mood these days." He took the door and wiped the tears on his face vigorously, went to the living room and picked up Haru. The child, who was frightened by the quarrel, desperately suppressed the crying in his throat, touched the child's hair and said, "Haru, are we scared?"

"Haru, don't be afraid, mom is an actress, Haru, right? So... now dad is practicing with mom, you know? This is work, don't be afraid, Haru."

The child nodded half-understanding, and quietly and obediently lay on her shoulder.

"Where's the aunt who helped take care of Haru at home?" The two took the elevator to the underground parking lot. Haru cried too much in front of him and exhausted a lot of energy, and fell asleep after a while.

With a helpless smile, "My brother said he wanted to stay at home alone, so he quit."

"Why are you arguing so fiercely? Haru doesn't care if he cries." There were still unwiped tears on the child's face.

"Some time ago, I sent a few songs made by my brother to the president, and the president was very interested and said that he wanted to talk to him." Respect him, just do this without his consent, and say that if others find out, I can't afford to lose face..."

Holding the child in his arms, he didn't even dare to cry wantonly, leaning against the elevator wall, his eyes were red again.Before they got married, both of them had very lively personalities, and they liked to talk poorly. Their daily life was always very happy, but since that incident happened, Li Shanxiong became more and more sensitive, and the atmosphere at home became more and more depressed day by day.The child has been crying recently, and Jiang Hye-jung's announcements were more than his coming, so he asked him to take care of the child at home.

But when I came back from filming today, I found that Li Shanxiong was sleeping soundly with a wine bottle on the bed. The child hadn't eaten all day and when his mother came back, he said he was hungry. The two quarreled like this.

"This is probably reality." Looking at the mirror image reflected in the elevator mirror, Jiang Huizhen hugged the child in her arms tightly, like the last warm straw in the vast sea of ​​despair.