sweet peach [entertainment circle]

In June, Quan Zhilong's world tour concert started. Li Guozhu asked Han Muzhao whether to go to Quan Zhilong's concert at the beginning of June. She didn't have any schedule that day, but she just didn't want to go.

She thinks it is better to keep a distance from Quan Zhilong, otherwise Quan Zhilong will be misunderstood.

Originally, she was entangled so much that she couldn't help it. If she went to the concert again, Quan Zhilong might make more progress.

It's just that the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and without warning, Gise came to Country H the day before the concert, and asked her if she could help buy two infield tickets.

But Quan Zhilong's concert tickets are not so easy to buy.

"Gise, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Han Muzhao stared at his hair helplessly: "The tickets are already sold out."

Gise said with a smile: "Sorry, I didn't inform you in advance. I didn't plan to come, but I just broke up with my relationship two hours before boarding the plane, so I flew here temporarily to adjust my mood!"

"Did you quarrel with Mi again?" Han Muzhao said in a normal way, "What's wrong?"

Gise changed his face in an instant: "The one who killed a thousand swords was caught by me again! In the words of your country Z, it is called: Catch the rape in bed! Let him die!"

Han Muzhao patted her on the shoulder sympathetically: "So did we really break up this time?"

"Yes! I broke up with him in 1 minute, packed my luggage in an hour, and then bought a plane ticket and flew here!" Gise hugged Han Muzhao: "Fortunately, my dear Mumu is with me!"

Han Muzhao said helplessly: "Okay, even if you praise me to the sky, I won't be able to buy you a ticket!"

"Mumu!" Gise put his arm on her shoulder and acted like a baby: "Can't you comfort me who is broken-hearted and hurt?"

Gise and Han Muzhao grew up together. Compared with friends, the relationship between the two is closer than that of family members. Seeing Gise's pretended indifference and happy expression, she felt a little distressed, so she had no choice but to say: "Let me try it." .”

She picked up the phone, and wanted to send a message to Quan Zhilong directly, but then remembered his habit of rarely looking at the phone at work, and opened the address book to dial out directly, and Gise cheered: "Yeah!"

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered, Quan Zhilong was a little surprised that Han Muzhao actually called him at this time: "Mumu?"

Han Muzhao was stunned by his address, and then said: "Brother, are you busy now? Is it convenient for Fang to talk?"

"It must be convenient to talk to you." Quan Zhilong put down the pen in his hand and leaned back: "It's convenient anytime."

Han Muzhao ignored his rhetoric and went directly to the topic: "I want to ask my brother for a favor." She glanced at Gise who was leaning on her shoulder and eavesdropped: "I have a friend who wants to see my brother's concert tomorrow, and I want to ask Do you have any tickets left? I'll buy them."

In fact, the tickets for public sale have long since disappeared, and Quan Zhilong didn't have any. He thought for a while: "The tickets are gone, but I can arrange for you to watch them in the VIP area, is that okay?"

The vip area was too high-profile, Han Muzhao didn't want to go there: "Is there no ticket for the infield?"

Quan Zhilong thought for a while: "A staff member has two tickets to give to a friend, but her friend doesn't seem to be coming. Let me ask for you, wait a minute."

After speaking, he stood up and walked to the door of the room to call the staff over. After asking, he said to Han Muzhao on the phone: "She has two tickets in her hand, the first row in the infield, is that okay?"

"Yes." Han Muzhao breathed a sigh of relief: "How much is it? I'll transfer the money to my brother."

"There's no need to transfer money." Quan Zhilong sat back on his seat: "Just treat me to a meal."

Han Muzhao: ...

There was no way to refuse this kind of thing, so she had no choice but to let go and said, "Thank you brother, I will treat you to dinner when you are free."

"Okay." Quan Zhilong said with a smile: "Call me tomorrow outside the venue, and I'll ask someone to send it out for you, do you want to come backstage?"

"No brother."

"Okay." Quan Zhilong didn't force it, and put a cigarette in his mouth: "Aren't you busy today?"

Han Muzhao pushed Gise's eavesdropping head away: "Not busy."

"I still have something to do, so I won't tell you. Remember the meal you promised me."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Quan Zhilong put the phone on the table, picked up the lighter in one hand and lit the cigarette in his mouth, took the cigarette out of his mouth, and smiled directly.

Although it was very tiring to prepare for the concert during this period, Quan Zhilong was in an extremely happy mood at this time.

Han Muzhao waited for Gise to pack her luggage and went shopping with her. The two even dressed in different styles. Han Muzhao was more comfortable and casual, while Gise, as a native of M, dressed more like a hot girl. Han Muzhao didn't take her anywhere Designer shop, I took her to a small shop near Itaewon, and Gise finally bought it red-eyed.

After only visiting two stores, I carried three large bags in my hand. When I entered the third store, gise saw the short top with thin suspenders hanging at the entrance of the store. The back was hollowed out, and the style was big leopard print.

She patted Han Muzhao on the shoulder: "Go and try!"

"Me?" Han Muzhao shook his head in resistance: "You don't know that I don't like this style of clothes?"

"I can't wear this one! I'm too big!"

Han Muzhao: ...I didn't think you were praising me.

Involuntarily, Gise took down the hanging sling and handed it to Han Muzhao, pushed her to the fitting room, picked out a pair of ultra-short jeans for her and handed them to Han Muzhao for her to try on.

The salesperson on the side also said: "This dress is very flattering, so you can wear it."

The clothes are too hot, Han Muzhao would never wear them except for work, but Gise kept pushing her to the fitting room, she had no choice but to change.

This dress really suits the figure, and even a little fat on the lower abdomen can't be worn. Han Muzhao is a catwalk model, so she has always maintained a good figure, and it is easy to wear.

Although she has a mediocre figure, this dress is still very spicy when she puts it on. In addition, she specially made her curly hair today, without makeup but painted red lips for a better complexion, her whole temperament has changed.

When he came out of the fitting room, Gise cheered, stepped forward and patted Han Muzhao's buttocks tightly wrapped in denim shorts: "This outfit is great!"

Even the clerk exclaimed: "This body suits you so well!"

Han Muzhao was wearing a mask, but the other party didn't recognize her, and continued: "This figure should be a model! Can you let me take some photos for you in the store?"

Han Muzhao is looking at the mirror. It is the first time for her to try the leopard print element in private. It is true that the whole person's style has changed a lot. Hearing what the clerk said, she took off the mask helplessly: "Let's shoot!"

The clerk exclaimed again: "mumu!"

Fortunately, there were no other customers in the store at this time, so Han Muzhao could feel more at ease: "It's me."

After she finished speaking, she turned back to look at herself in the mirror, and Gise at the side put her hands on her shoulders: "That's all! Wrap it up later!"

Han Muzhao glanced at Gise helplessly: "Then wrap it up!"

The clerk on the side said cautiously: "Then can I take pictures for you now?"

Han Muzhao nodded, she is a model, she has a sense of the camera, the clerk took a few photos casually and it looked good, and finally they took a photo together, and the two left with big bags and small bags.

Quan Zhilong had just finished a rehearsal when he saw Han Muzhao's updated ins, he was sweating, he sat on a chair to adjust his breathing, held his phone in one hand, and let out a "tsk".

In addition to seeing Han Muzhao wearing suspenders at the concert last year, this is the second time. It is still in leopard print, cool and spicy, and it is simply dancing on Quan Zhilong's aesthetic point.

He was using a small account at this time, so he liked this ins without much thought, and then followed Han Muzhao's large account.

Han Muzhao was having dinner with Gise, halfway through the phone vibrated non-stop, it was all notifications from ins, wondering what happened today, when he received a message from Quan Zhilong: I have followed you on ins, please go back and close it.

Then came his account, so Han Muzhao had no choice but to open his ins, enter his account name, and then click Follow, Quan Zhilong immediately agreed.

His trumpet is a private account, and he only focuses on his closest friends. Han Muzhao took a look at the content of his trumpet, which is much richer than his trumpet.

Comments, likes and fans are still rising crazily. Han Muzhao knew that it was the fan effect brought by Quan Zhilong, so he directly turned off the message notification, put the phone aside, and continued: "So mi hasn't contacted you until now?"

"Yeah, we really broke up this time." Gise stared somewhere and said, "After so many years of entanglement, it should have ended long ago. Every time I take the initiative to turn around, this time it won't happen."

Han Muzhao looked at her downcast look and didn't know what to say, so he reached out and patted her on the shoulder.

Gise showed a smiling face: "So how about we go to the nightclub at night? What if there is an affair! Have a wonderful and unrestrained night!"

"Since you have made up your mind to break up completely, don't repeat it again and again. It will hurt you too much. There are no fewer than a hundred people who have chased you for so many years? Why can't you find someone who makes you happy?"

Gise's love thinking has always been different from Han Muzhao's. She thinks that since she likes her, she should be together. No matter how many times the two have had unhappiness and breakups, since they still have feelings for each other.can come together again.

But it wasn't until this time that she saw her boyfriend bring another woman back to the home where they lived together that she really understood that liking was only one-sided.

Mi has long lost feelings for her.

Gise nodded: "Mumu, I know, don't worry about me." She looked at her watch: "Let's go back to the hotel and change clothes later, I want to have a good time tonight!"

"Okay." Han Muzhao said with a smile, "Get up tonight!"

The two had some dinner and returned to the hotel where Gise was staying. Han Muzhao was forced by Gise to put on some make-up, and changed into the suspender dress she bought when shopping in the afternoon. It still had leopard print elements and a V-neck drawstring design. , she never liked to wear high heels in private, so she paired them with a pair of canvas shoes.

It was a cool night in Seoul in June, and the two walked on the streets of Itaewon with a high rate of turning heads. Han Muzhao and Gise were already tall and wore short skirts, and they were accosted after a while.

Han Muzhao is a model, not as popular as actors and idols, but she still wears a mask, but gise is different, the whole person is high-profile like a flower peacock, and she almost opened her screen to tell everyone: I am single , come and chase.

He also took Han Muzhao to take photos and update them on his social account.

In fact, I still want to show her ex-boyfriend, let him see how good he is.

But the other party won't watch it at all.

At this time, you should disappear quietly instead of deliberately showing your happiness. The more you care about things, the other party will not care.

But Han Muzhao didn't say that, even if he did, it's useless, it's better not to say anything, just let him be happy.

The two randomly found a bar in Itaewon, and didn't ask for a booth, but sat directly in front of the bar and ordered a glass of wine. Han Muzhao sat casually on the high chair, his body swaying gently with the music.

Even with a mask on, it still attracted a lot of people to strike up a conversation and chat, and it became the busiest place in the bar for a while.

Han Muzhao is not very talkative, so the targets of those men turned to the cheerful and generous Gise.

Han Muzhao propped his head to look at his phone, and Quan Zhilong just sent a message: The rehearsal is so tiring, I don't have time for dinner, I feel a little cold and uncomfortable.

When Han Muzhao saw this sentence, he could think that Quan Zhilong must have said this sentence in a pitiful, coquettish and sympathetic tone.

Because when we first met, Quan Zhilong would often call her like this, saying that he was very tired today, he seemed to have a cold, and showed her weakness like a baby.

The formula remains the same.

But Quan Zhilong's tiredness should be real, he must have spent a lot of time and energy preparing for the concert.

Han Muzhao drank some wine, his heart softened, and he typed: Pay attention to your body.

Quan Zhilong is still in the meeting at this time, and the president is also there. He is really tired.

It was more than three o'clock in the night when everything was over and went home. Quan Zhilong leaned on the sofa and saw the message from Han Muzhao, and replied: Do you care about me?

Han Muzhao also just arrived home, didn't drink much, but her head was a little excited, she was playing with pudding while singing, when the phone rang, she turned it on, saw the message from Quan Zhilong, and replied directly: " No, just be polite, there should be many people who care about you, and there is no shortage of me!"