sweet peach [entertainment circle]

After Han Muzhao came out of the coffee shop, he looked around. The shopping mall had five floors in total. She went shopping directly, but she didn't have any goals. She looked around and waited until Song Yunzhen came to her.

The two set off to the nightclub while talking. This nightclub is very large, with a DJ booth and stage on the east side, a large dance floor in the front, a bar on the west side, and booths on the south and back.This is considered a high-end bar and does not accept individual customers.

After Han Muzhao and Song Yunzhen came, they found out that tonight’s party was a makeup party. Staff would distribute various masks at the entrance, but most of them were half-covered. Han Muzhao picked a black one with glitter elements The mask only covers the upper half of the face, revealing the true red lips.

They were also given a number plate at the entrance, which was also exquisitely made, with a red heart-shaped number plate hanging on the silver bracelet, which both Han Muzhao and Song Yunzhen wore on their wrists.

The air conditioner in the arena is very good. As soon as she entered the arena, she put her coat and bag in the locker. At this time, she was only wearing a thin suspender dress. Even though the arena was dark, she and Song Yunzhen were still very attractive. All attention.

Models are not as strictly managed as idols. As long as there is no negative news and black material, and their private life is not chaotic, even if they are recognized, they will not cause any big sensation.

As soon as the two sat down, they began to be accosted non-stop.

Song Yunzhen is single and has always wanted to fall in love, so he didn't reject those people too much, but Han Muzhao was different.

She has always preferred lack of love to excess, and she has never exchanged contact information with men she met in nightclubs.

It's not that men who often go to nightclubs are bad, but that she doesn't have confidence in such men and feels that she can't handle those who have attracted countless people.

She only realized this after suffering from Quan Zhilong.

In terms of emotions, she doesn't have so many twists and turns, and she doesn't have so many routines, so she can't see other people's routines clearly. After suffering a loss, she activates her self-protection mechanism, and if she can't control it, she avoids it.

When the person who struck up a conversation felt that Han Muzhao was not interested in them, he stopped pushing and turned to find the next target.

The party started, and the DJ and host were on stage to drive the atmosphere. Han Muzhao had a glass of wine in front of him, swaying his body slightly with the explosive music, and chatting with friends next to him from time to time.

In fact, this occasion is nothing more than playing, drinking, taking pictures, and chatting, but when the atmosphere becomes lively, we can hardly hear each other talking, so we turn to dancing and drinking.

An hour after the party started, the host stood on the stage and said: "Next! It's game time! Everyone received a number plate when they entered the venue, right? Check, are they all hanging on your body? The host paused for three seconds: "For tonight's game, I will randomly draw ten numbers from these two big boxes, and those who get drawn will go on stage to play the game together!"

As soon as the voice fell, the music sounded immediately, which also brought the atmosphere of the scene to a higher level.

The host stood on the stage, picked out a number, and read one. Han Muzhao was talking to someone when he suddenly heard the host read: "Number 28! Is number 28 here?"

She raised her arm: "what's my date?"

Take a closer look, number 28.

Everyone started booing, cheering and pushing Han Muzhao onto the stage.

There were already six people standing on the stage, four men and three women. When Han Muzhao stepped on the stage in high heels, there were cheers and whistles from the audience, because her figure was so good.

In an instant, she became the most eye-catching person in the audience.

Quan Zhilong's friends were also in this party, and he was even one of the friends who traveled to Saipan last time. He and Han Muzhao were not familiar, but he knew that Quan Zhilong was interested in Han Muzhao.

He sat on the deck in a dawdly manner, with a cigarette in his mouth, took out his phone to check the time, turned on kktalk, and took a short video of Han Muzhao standing on the stage for Quan Zhilong.

After Quan Zhilong’s concert, I first saw the group photo of Han Muzhao and the young Xiaoxianrou, and then saw the short video sent by my friend. Han Muzhao’s legs were shining white under the light, and he was wearing extremely hot girls. He wanted to fly instantly Go back to Seoul, arrest people and take them home.

He watched the video three times over and over before sending a message asking: What is she doing?

The friend came back quickly, and there was a sense of schadenfreude: playing games, nightclub games, you know the kind, passing tissues or something.

Quan Zhilong: ...

At this time, Han Muzhao was indeed playing a game.

But she is also a public figure, so it is inappropriate to play this kind of game on such an occasion. After discussing with the host, the game was changed to guessing numbers. Ten people were divided into five groups, and each group had two people to play against each other, each with numbers from 1 to 25. Submit a number within the range. After the game starts, both of them hold beer in their hands, read a number and pour beer into it, but each person can only read up to 3 numbers. Whoever reads the submitted number first will take the beer He drank the beer in the mug in one gulp.

Han Muzhao won the first round, and the boy on the opposite side drank a large draft of beer, and then the second round began.

The boy was already drunk, begged for mercy after losing for the second time, and then staggered down.

In the end, Han Muzhao became the person who stayed on stage the longest, and she was the most sober. She also got a reward from the bar: a crystal apple.

Although the apple looked cheap, Han Muzhao accepted it with a smile.

Back at the deck, she took back her mobile phone from Song Yunzhen's hand, and after entering the password to open it, there were several unread messages on kktalk, she looked at them, and they were all sent by Quan Zhilong.

[00:46] Quan Zhilong: I laughed so happily when I took a photo with the little boy.

[01:10] Quan Zhilong: What tissue game do you play in the nightclub?

[01:20] Quan Zhilong: Is it over?happy?kindness?

mumu: It's okay, I'm very happy.

Quan Zhilong didn't care about anything, and couldn't fall asleep even when he returned to the hotel, so he waited for Han Muzhao's reply by his phone.

Quan Zhilong: Playing a game of passing tissues with a strange man, are you happy?

Han Muzhao didn't like his tone of voice, so he frowned: What does it have to do with brother?

Quan Zhilong laughed angrily, but Han Muzhao was right, it really had nothing to do with him.

But he was just unhappy, jealous, and awkward.

If I continued talking at this time, I was afraid that there would be a quarrel, so Quan Zhilong didn't reply.

Han Muzhao didn't get home until after four o'clock in the morning. She insisted on lying on the bed after washing and sleeping until night. It was dark when she slept, and it was still dark when she opened her eyes.

The phone had automatically turned off, Han Muzhao yawned, rumpled his long messy hair, pulled the cable by the bedside to charge his phone, then turned over and got out of bed, and walked lazily to the bathroom with his slippers on.

After taking a shower again, Han Muzhao picked up his phone to read it, and when he opened it, it was the chat record with Quan Zhilong last night.

She didn't drink much, and she remembered everything she talked about last night. After seeing that Quan Zhilong didn't reply to her message, she felt a little weird.

This is the first time that Quan Zhilong did not reply to her message.

Han Muzhao was in a daze for a moment, then frowned, told himself not to think about this question, stood by the dining table, opened a box of yogurt, and called Kim.

She has only one event to attend at the end of the year, and that is the year-end fashion festival held by a certain magazine.

In previous years, this kind of fashion festival did not have Han Muzhao's share at all, but this year is different, her modeling career has improved a lot, coupled with mcd's supermodel selection, as a new supermodel, the magazine is of course willing to invite her to participate, It is good to show the status and connections of the magazine.

She first checked with Kim to see if the clothes needed for the fashion festival were in place, and then she told Kim that she wanted to shoot a dressing tutorial, and asked Kim to help rent a studio. Her house is too small to shoot this kind of video.

Kim responded one by one over there, and finally said: "The event will only start at night, and I will pick you up at [-]:[-] pm the day after tomorrow. Prepare in advance, and the time is tight."

Han Muzhao responded, hung up the phone, opened Instagram and swiped, and swiped to the preview picture of Quan Zhilong's concert in R.

His hair was a little long, dyed yellow, fluffy and flying around like a lion, and he always had to stretch out his hands to scratch it twice.

Han Muzhao looked at a few pictures, stopped looking at them, opened the photo album, found a few group photos from last night and put them on his ins, and then made dinner for himself.

She deliberately ignored the fact that Quan Zhilong didn't reply to her message, and kept hinting to herself in her heart: don't care, if you don't reply, you won't reply, this is normal. "

Such hints continued until before going to bed, at one o'clock in the morning, Quan Zhilong sent a message.

Han Muzhao became a little happy in an instant, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise, but the next second she scolded herself in her heart: What's there to be happy about?

Kwon Ji-ryong: Just arrived at the airport, ready to go back to Seoul.

Han Muzhao replied awkwardly: En.

Quan Zhilong: I didn't mean to say that last night, I'm sorry to make you unhappy.

Quan Zhilong: I didn’t see that yesterday’s group photo was a fan I met by chance, and I didn’t mean to belittle you on purpose, I was just jealous.

Quan Zhilong said honestly: I also want to take pictures and play games with you.

Han Muzhao looked at these messages and didn't know how to reply.

Quan Zhilong: Don’t pay attention to what I said, as long as you are happy, you are ready to shut down, see you in Seoul.

mumu: brother everything is going well.

Before turning off the phone, Quan Zhilong replied to her: OK.

Han Muzhao's inexplicably restless mood all night became calm again because of this short chat.

She knew that her mood was being influenced by Quan Zhilong again, but she couldn't control it.

A person's heart and feelings are the most difficult things to control. She has eyes and a heart. She can see Quan Zhilong's efforts and changes during this period. She can't make herself as calm and rational as before.

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The clothes for participating in the fashion festival are still provided by the c brand, but Han Muzhao decided to change the clothes after seeing it.

The inner top this time is an ordinary white high-necked one-piece bottoming shirt with a black c-brand logo on the right side of the chest. The side fabric is all cut in a triangle way, and the right side is also the same way.

This unremarkable base immediately becomes unique because of her modification.

Putting on a base layer, paired it with a white long skirt, and a short white suit from the c-brand haute couture show, with a thin white belt around her waist. Standing in front of the mirror, she nodded in satisfaction.

The clothing matcher on the side boasted: "This change is great."

The stylist tied her long hair into a high ponytail, and put a lot of emphasis on highlighting and trimming her makeup, emphasizing her facial features. Matching it with c-brand earrings and necklaces undoubtedly added to the outfit. very.

The specially invited photographer helped Han Muzhao take a lot of photos, and then quickly edited the pictures. After the red carpet ceremony, Kim directly posted an ins using Han Muzhao's mobile phone.

Shortly after s was released, he directly liked it.He also forwarded Han Muzhao's body image to the limited-time feed of the official ins.

This shows that Han Muzhao's bold modification of clothing has also been recognized by the c brand.

This kind of fashion ceremony is very tiring, and there are many idols and actors participating. Han Muzhao was arranged at the actor's table, all of them were her seniors, and she kept saying hello all night.

It was already late at night after the event, and Han Muzhao didn't want to move at all. Kim said, "Do you have any plans for New Year's Eve? I'm going to take my wife and daughter to Disneyland in Japan."

"Me?" Han Muzhao said, "I'll just stay at home, brother, you can go play, after the holidays, you'll be running around with me again."

Kim laughed and said nothing.

Han Muzhao stared out of the window, his mind was empty, and he stared at the flickering lights in a daze.

In fact, nothing can be seen.

She has been in country h for nearly four years, but she has never been back to New Zealand, and she even rarely chats with her parents.

When I didn’t work much at the beginning, I didn’t want to go back without getting anything done. After my career improved, I didn’t have time. It would take a day and a night to go to New Zealand just on the road, not to mention that her home is a border town in New Zealand. It takes two and a half hours to get there by car after getting off the plane.

The phone vibrated, Han Muzhao came back to his senses, turned on the phone, there were two messages at the same time, Han Muzhao glanced at the reading bar, one was from Song Yunzhen, inviting her to celebrate the New Year together, and the other was from Quan Zhilong , also invited her to New Year's Eve.

Han Muzhao's fingers paused, she really wanted to agree to Quan Zhilong, but he is an idol, and he is still an idol with a lot of attention, if he is photographed together during the New Year's Eve, it will be a lot of trouble.

Han Muzhao lowered her head, and put these two messages in the unread column without replying, she was very entangled.

Her heart told her to agree to Quan Zhilong, but her reason told her no.

She felt like she was about to split.

Back home, just as he took off his coat, Quan Zhilong's phone came in. Han Muzhao sighed and answered, "Brother."

"The event is over? Are you home yet?"

Han Muzhao turned on the light: "I just got home."

"En." Quan Zhilong smoked a cigarette: "Did you not see the message I sent you?"

"I saw it." Han Muzhao said honestly, "But I can't agree. I don't know how many paparazzi are following you. What if they are photographed?"

"Of course I have a way to not be seen." Quan Zhilong leaned over and extinguished the cigarette between his fingers: "Would you like to celebrate the New Year together?"

Han Muzhao thought for a while, and finally his rationality overcame his sensibility: "Let's forget it, it's not suitable."

Not suitable.

Quan Zhilong was so choked by these three words that he couldn't speak, sighed, and didn't force himself: "Okay, I get it."

"Are you angry?"

"Angry?" Quan Zhilong said, "Not angry, just a little unhappy."

"Aren't you happy?" Han Muzhao laughed, "So you know how unhappy I felt when you rejected me so many times when we were dating?"

Quan Zhilong was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't say a word, Han Muzhao didn't speak, the two of them were silent for more than a minute, Quan Zhilong finally said with difficulty: "I'm sorry."

"Brother has told me many times that I'm sorry, so there's no need to say it again, the past is over, so it's useless to care about it." Han Muzhao paused: "It's getting late, rest, good night brother."

After Quan Zhilong hung up the phone, he leaned back, raised his hands to support his head, was silent for a while, and then sighed.

I really want to go back to 2013 and beat myself up at that time.