Hanyu's former boyfriend club

An Chuxin lightly picked up the towel on the pole to wipe it off, and the clock turned uncomfortably.Slightly raised his head, sweat dripped down the gooseneck.

Three fifty-two.

The window of the building was a bit warm and then cold, and outside the window was a scene she was not familiar with.She squeezed the towel tightly in her hand, feeling the coldness running through her whole body, but she relaxed. If it wasn't for this trip, she probably would rarely come back to the YG building.

The three major companies in South Korea are like a bottomless pit, attracting too many people to rush forward, regardless of their own safety.So much so that the mini album is still in production, news reports are full of expectations for the cooperation of the three majors, and fans like it very much.

"Drink some water and rest." Although he took a breath and took a break, Jiang Shengrun took mineral water from the plastic bag on the floor and handed it to An Chuxin, which was very heartwarming.

On the floor, Quan Zhaomi and two dance teachers stared at the flat screen together, silently counting and stepping on the drums of the music while constantly choreographing dance moves.Even when Kang Seung-yoon handed her the water, he just looked up and said thank you Oppa, and continued to stare at the phone.

Even with the help of a dance teacher and the advice of two seniors, it was not easy for Jeon Somi to arrange the three songs.What reassures her a little is that the other two slow songs don't need dancing, just simple movements and positioning.

After resting for about 10 minutes, An Chuxin turned on the accompaniment, and the practice continued.

The accompaniment of the song is refreshing and cheerful, and the mood can't help but get better.Facing the mirror, the three of them carefully danced to the corresponding rhythm with their limbs, and sang their respective parts. From singing to rap, they were in place and still did not ignore the subtle movements of the dance.

Five thirty-five.

At the end of the day's practice, the dance teacher turned off the stereo, and the three of them were ready to go back to eat.An Chuxin sat in front of the mirror for a brief rest, looked at the quartz watch on her wrist, wiped off her sweat and got up to leave.

Quan Zhaomi stopped her: "Oni, would you like to have dinner with us?" When An Chuxin looked back at her, she bent her eyes slightly and smiled friendly.

An Chuxin was suddenly a little curious, is everyone in JYP as familiar as Wang Jiaer?

"Next time, I have something else to do." She politely rejected Quan Zhaomi, bid farewell to the two dance instructors and left, after all, she had more important things to do.

Today is Wang Jiaer's birthday, and she wants to spend it with her boyfriend.

She happily defined today, bought warm white tea, coffee and soft cakes, and walked to her home along the familiar route.He took out the key and opened the door, facing her, it was still dark, and he still had a birthday party to celebrate with his fans.

She cooked a table of home-cooked dishes, but she was reluctant to take a bite.She sat on the sofa and waited for him to have a candlelight dinner with him.

Seven twenty.

The phone vibrated for a while, and I looked down to see that it was Wang Jiaer who had made a voice, and the background sound was very lively, as expected, it was the atmosphere of a birthday party.Amidst the noisy commotion, his somewhat hoarse and deep voice came.He held his breath unconsciously, not knowing what he was going to say.

"Chuxin, I might be late, you eat first."

The mood is like a missed beat, but it can only be said that it doesn't matter.An Chuxin put her phone on the sofa, ate a few bites of simple desserts without eating, and fell asleep on the sofa in a daze.

Nine thirty.

There was the sound of "clicking" the key into the lock, and the living room was still completely dark.Wang Jiaer looked at the woman on the sofa, and turned on the light in the living room. The warm yellow light shone softly on her face.He smiled faintly, sat down on the sofa beside him, and looked at her like this.

There is love and tenderness in the eyes.

An Chuxin was half asleep and half awake, and vaguely felt the sound of the door opening, and then woke up, and gradually rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up, and she could see the warm eyebrows of the people around her.

Squeezing on a short sofa with her boyfriend, she leaned forward slightly and rested her head on the person's shoulder, sniffing lightly the smell that belonged to this person.His head is still dazed after sleeping for too long, but leaning on his shoulder, his nose is mixed with his pleasant breath.

An Chuxin couldn't help wrapping her arms around his thin and powerful waist, and tightened it a bit, her coquettish tone was a bit sentimental: "You promised to celebrate your birthday together, but you are still late."

Wang Jiaer was silent for a while, sighed and stretched out his arms to hug him, with a determined look in his eyes.

"Not next time."

She warmed up the hot dishes, and it seemed to be a habit to chat with him while eating.Not to mention that she specially imitated the Hong Kong-style lo mein, even the rich flavor of the Shanghai drunk crab, which moved him who has been traveling all year round.

He has deep feelings for his second hometown, Shanghai.Whether it's his mother's hometown, the local accent of Shanghai, or the memories of his youth, they are all what he cares about and he doesn't want to give up.

An Chuxin beside him looked at him tenderly, as long as the food he cooked was liked by him.

He lowered his head and smiled, and wiped off the meat residue stuck to the corner of his mouth with a paper towel, and a crisp voice came: "Chuxin, I want lemon juice~"

After handing the lemon juice to her young boyfriend, she put a handful of small square buns into her mouth, chewed them slowly, not in a hurry, but just watching him eat was very happy.

Wang Jiaer directly picked up the lo mein and put it in his mouth. The delicate feeling made him pick up the second one and put it in his mouth. Seeing the food dwindling, he couldn't help but smack his tongue and stop swallowing.

"There's cake, too."

Hearing An Chuxin's words, he felt a deep sense of fullness.Already ate too much and had cake at a previous birthday party.

Fortunately, what she took out was a small but delicate and beautiful mousse cake.She turned off the light and lit the candles, and the tiny light shining on his face was very warm and beautiful.

Several candles of different colors were stuck on the cake. Wang Jiaer closed his eyes and clasped his hands in front of the cake.She had no way of knowing what wish he had made, but the moment the light came on, he looked at her and smiled sweetly.

After cutting the cake, let's talk about eating, Wang Jiaer immediately got up and handed her the spoon, then sat down opposite her, smiling unabated.

Resting his elbows on the edge of the table, he stared at the other person's brows and eyes for a long time. Seeing that the other person didn't respond, he pointed to his slightly parted lips, and smiled crookedly: "You feed me."

An Chu glanced at him with disgust, picked up the spoon, circled it in front of him and put it in his mouth, and returned a copy in such a domineering manner, "Let me eat your birthday cake." .”

Looking at the food in the spoon, Wang Jiaer blinked pitifully. The food that was about to reach her mouth was sent into her mouth again, and she felt a lot more relaxed.After thinking about it, she looked at her narrowing her eyes maliciously, and stood up abruptly.

Wang Jiaer leaned over and kissed her lips to feel the temperature, then returned to the original position, the movement was done in one go, and said to An Chuxin with a smile: "It tastes good."