[Korean Entertainment] boring girlfriend

There are green scallions floating on top of the light white soup, and the oxtail bone reveals a little tender meat color, which is faintly visible in the soup water, and the white noodles are floating on the soup surface, just out of the pot, still steaming hot.

Zhen Xing scooped two spoonfuls into Yu Zhihao's bowl, with a gentle expression on her face. Just after the aunt brought the dishes, they all kept silent tacitly and did not continue talking. Now that the aunt left, Zhen Xing turned around and began to take care of Yu Zhi Hao.

Yu Zhihao looked at the light soup in the bowl, and suddenly remembered that he and Zhen Xing came here before, and Zhen Xing was the same that time. At that time, Yu Zhihao thought she was gentle and caring, but he didn't expect that she was actually a cold-hearted woman. Quan Zhilong regards other men as toys to relieve loneliness, but even so, Yu Zhihao still doesn't want to let go.

The muse of inspiration is as important as life, and he is reluctant to let go.

Quan Ge looked at Yu Zhihao's silent thinking, and knew that this man had started again, and he was a little annoyed in his heart. Anyway, the result of today's meeting was already predictable, and it was definitely Yu Zhihao who surrendered.

He had a throbbing stomachache, because he had been in the studio all day, and he hadn't had time to eat. Originally, he would have dinner with Yu Zhihao, but because of Zhen Xing, he didn't have time to eat.

Quan Ge subconsciously covered his stomach with his hands, his brows were tightly frowned, and he became more and more irritable when he sat beside Yu Zhihao. He didn't want to participate in the grievances between a man and a woman, and was about to get up and leave. He looked up, but there was a spoonful of soup in the bowl in front of him. He looked up, but found that Zhenxing was scooping up soup for himself, as if the confrontation just now had never happened. Then, Quan Ge heard Zhenxing's voice , "The snow soup in this store is delicious, give it a try."

There was another dish in front of her. The pickles were bright red. The woman's fingers were slender and slender. She was holding iron scissors. She held the scissors with her index finger and thumb, and then moved lightly. The red pickles were cut into pieces. , falling into the dish, the color is dazzling and messy, with the smell of fresh chili.

Her nails are painted with something like gold powder, and every time she moves, the gold powder shines under the light, the nails are neat, the edges are neat, beautiful and clean.

"It's freezing cold, try it, and your stomach will feel better." The woman invited for the second time.

My good friend didn't notice the discomfort, but the woman in front of me who just said something with pricks was keenly aware of it. Quan Ge looked away from her hand and looked at the clear soup gently rippling in the bowl. After a few seconds of silence, he picked up Spoon for soup.

The soup has a strong umami taste at the entrance, sweet and delicious, and the temperature is just right. Although it is a little hot, it will not be hot. When it rolls down the throat, it brings a comfortable feeling, as if the body is exhausted. It disappeared, and my stomach, which was throbbing and screaming, felt a little better.

Quan Ge, who originally wanted to leave, stayed and drank the soup quietly for some reason.

Strange to say, he didn't hate Zhen Xing because of her cheating, but because Yu Zhihao always pulled him out to find her and often asked about relationship problems, so he was annoying and his words were thorny.

But today's comparison, Yu Zhihao seems like a fake friend, but Zhen Xing is really gentle.

Even though she was displeased at the beginning because of her intervention, the later gentleness has a social and polite distance, which will not make people burdened and unpleasant.

Quan Ge could feel that when she found out that she was uncomfortable, she quickly put aside her previous grievances and chose to take care of her.

Although a bit arbitrary, Quan Ge thinks that Zhen Xing's actions can show that she is actually a very nice person.

"Are you looking for me today?" Makoto helped the man scoop up the soup, and then he took the spoon and drank it slowly.

Yu Zhihao glanced at Quan Ge next to him, hesitant to say it directly, Quan Ge keenly sensed his gaze, and felt a little depressed in his heart, never expected that Zhen Xing felt that his stomach hurts and left him to drink Tang, Yu Zhihao actually thinks he's in the way.

Just at this time, Zhen Xing said again, "Just tell me, since you are here with Quan Gexi, there should be nothing you can't let him know."

Quan Ge didn't know about Lin, but Yu Zhihao and Zhen Xing knew it very well. Hearing what Zhen Xing said, Yu Zhihao knew that she didn't mind, so he said directly, "I saw Lin's painting. In fact, you are her, right?"

"It's me, so you came here just to confirm this matter?" Zhenxing couldn't help laughing seeing Yu Zhihao's serious appearance, propping her chin with her hands, her eyes sparkling, her tone became more gentle, "I I thought you wanted to make it public and expose my mask."

Yu Zhihao was startled for a moment, and then immediately denied, "How is it possible! I never thought about it that way! It's just that I think... isn't it a pity that you have been silent for so long because of that guy Quan Zhilong?"

Yu Zhihao, who has already checked Wikipedia, of course knows how amazing Lin is, but the more he knows how good Zhen Xing was, the more he feels that it is not worth it.

It was rare for Zhenxing to be silent when asked by someone. She thought about it, and it turned out that Yu Zhihao's mind was indeed straight. She thought it was because of Quan Zhilong that he stayed in Seoul, and she never thought about why the sunflower appeared.

Zhen Xing, who originally planned to adopt a gentle policy to appease Yu Zhihao, suddenly felt a little more relaxed, tilted her head to look at Yu Zhihao, and blinked ambiguously, "So you came to me so late, it's not because you're angry that I'm hiding it from you, but because you're angry Giving up on my ego?"

Yu Zhihao looked at Zhen Xing's beautiful face, was silent for a few seconds, and then said decisively as if he was going all out, "I don't think your value should be to be his girlfriend behind him, if you continue to paint, you will More accomplished."

"Then I might leave Seoul, and you might not see me, is that okay?"

"Of course it has something to do with it!" Yu Zhihao said urgently, and Zhenxing's joyful mood disappeared immediately. Just when she felt a little cold in her heart, Yu Zhihao continued to say: "I admit, I regard you as my muse." , but the muse doesn't have to stop in Seoul...if you want to go somewhere else, just don't refuse me to find you...that's fine..."

In the end, Yu Zhihao seemed to let go of the big rock in his heart, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Knowing Zhenxing for so long, it is the first time that he admits that Zhenxing is a muse, but he does not regret it, and only hopes that Zhenxing can be more sober.Before knowing her identity, Yu Zhihao could barely accept her trapping him with love, but after knowing her talent, Yu Zhihao became angry with her.

Also as a creator, although not in the same category, Yu Zhihao is very aware of how important talent is. Zhen Xing's previous paintings are enough to prove her sensitivity to art. This is an innate talent and should not be wasted because of one person .

Tonight, he is not a lover who pursues a muse, but also a creator, coming to her with anger and regret at Zhen Xing's wasted talent.

Yu Zhihao doesn't want a talented person to be silent because of love.

Love is not that important, isn't it good to be a top painter after success?Especially if she still loves Quan Zhilong, it's even more unnecessary.

Zhen Xing didn't expect Yu Zhihao to say these words, she was a little dazed, and then she couldn't help smiling slightly, her eyes were much gentler, but she didn't intend to tell the reason why she stayed here, "If the reason for your anger Here, then I can tell you that I will break up with him and leave here."

"Really!!!" Yu Zhihao raised his voice suddenly, with an unconcealable smile on his face, and immediately realized how arrogant he was, he pursed his lips to restrain his happiness, and it took a few seconds before he hid his ears. Said, "You don't love him anymore?"

Makoto thought of the three-quarters completed black mandala, and replied, "It's just that there are many things that are not worth it."

This sentence was vague, as if he was disappointed in his relationship.

Yu Zhihao was brimming with irrepressible joy, happily spooning soup for Zhen Xing, telling her to give up early and stop losses in time.

He had completely ignored the fact that Zhen Xing would leave. Anyway, Zhen Xing did not refuse him to go find her, which means that he can still see her in the future.

Zhen Xing drank the soup slowly, and then quietly listened to Yu Zhihao talking about his recent affairs. Since the last painting incident, Zhen Xing only contacted him once, and it was because he was asked to deliver fast food, and now finally Having the opportunity to communicate again, Yu Zhihao was like pouring beans into a bamboo tube, frantically pouring out his feelings during this time.

He seemed to be too happy, he drank all the wine, and by the end of the dinner, he was already a little drunk.

Quan Ge tried his best to help him out, but the drunk man was so drunk, every step was extremely difficult, as if he was dragging a corpse, Quan Ge could only carry him on his back, he was a man shorter than Yu Zhihao , with the help of Zhen Xing, he carried this 1.8-meter tall man on his back, and the veins on his forehead popped out.

Fortunately, the car was not far from the shop. When the three of them arrived in front of the car, Quan Ge wanted to reach for the keys, but Yu Zhihao would slide down if he moved. He was about to put Yu Zhihao down when Zhen Xing asked asked, "Is the key in your pocket? Or can I get it for you?"

Quan Ge hesitated for a few seconds, then refused, "Forget it."

At this time, Yu Zhihao on his back hugged his neck tightly, rubbed his hair against his side face, and murmured, "Zhen Xing...break up..."

Even this appearance did not forget to remind us to break up.

Zhen Xing couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing, the night was getting dark, the street lights were dim, Quan Ge looked over, but saw the tassels on her ears dangling, as if brushing from the tip of her heart, her eyes fell on her face again, It happened that she saw the sparkle in her pair of Jianshui autumn pupils, her eyes were full and moving, and there was a smile from the heart.

Quan Ge quickly looked away, and said in a low voice, "It seems that I still need your help, it's in the pocket of my trousers."

"Well, let me get it." Makoto said.

She approached Quan Ge, and the faint scent of her body lingered on the tip of Quan Ge's nose. He raised his head slightly, but couldn't help but look down, and happened to see the top of the woman's hair, combed neatly, with a row of pearl hairpins on it, all plump Round and glowing under the street lights.

The moment the woman's hand was inserted into the jeans, the bodies of both of them were a little stiff, and Quan Ge could clearly feel that her soft palm was attached to her thigh through a thin layer of fabric.

Quan Ge's Adam's Apple rolled down unconsciously, his voice hoarse, "A bit below."

The soft palm moved down, following his skin like a snake, with a wordless sensuality. The moment his fingertips touched the key, Quan Ge felt a little more relaxed in his heart, and his thighs were no longer so tight. Stretched, her fingertips were slightly raised, wrapped around the key collar, and then lifted up, but at this moment, Yu Zhihao became restless again, and Quan Ge's hand holding his thigh subconsciously lifted him up. , the posture of the whole person changes slightly.

His happened to be placed on the right, and it rubbed up and down against Zhen Xing's hand. Quan Ge froze, and Zhen Xing also froze. Then she quickly pulled out the key, and the palm slid out along his inside.

"I'll open the door." Zhen Xing whispered, she hurriedly turned to look for the car, Quan Ge watched as her ears burned up and turned red.

After putting Yu Zhihao in the car, Zhen Xing handed the key to Quan Ge. At night, Quan Ge looked at her blushing cheeks and suddenly asked, "How about I take you back?"

After finishing speaking, he added like a deaf ear, "Otherwise, Yu Zhihao will be worried."

"No need, I'll take a taxi." Zhen Xing said, she glanced at Yu Zhihao who was sleeping soundly in the carriage, and then at Quan Ge, and added in a light voice, "Is your stomach okay?"

"It's all right, just a little more." Quan Ge responded subconsciously.

"That's good. Go back." Makoto waved her hand.

Her concern was limited, just one step before the ambiguity, and Quan Ge couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, but he suddenly thought of snow thick soup, warm and appropriate...

"I'm leaving." Quan Ge said, after he got in the car, he rolled down the window and looked in Zhen Xing's direction, waved to her, and then drove away, but he couldn't help looking at the rearview mirror, the woman was standing alone Under the street lights, quiet and lonely.

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Migrant workers have the spirit of work, and they go to work normally on May Day, as miserable as me.