[Entertainment] If you can

"...I remember your lyrics book was quite new when we met last time."

Half an hour later, seeing that Quan Zhilong had almost eaten, Han Jingru paid the bill, put on his coat, straightened his collar and asked.

"Well, is there? Sister Jingru, you remember wrongly."

Quan Zhilong, who was full of food and drink, leaned leisurely on the back of the chair, raised his brows slightly, wiped the clean corners of his mouth with a tissue and said affirmatively.

"...It's possible."

Han Jingru was noncommittal, she deliberately tilted her head to look at the wall clock on the wall of the barbecue restaurant, it was already eleven o'clock.

After Quan Zhilong put on his sunglasses and cleaned up, Han Jingru walked out of the barbecue shop with him. But before the two of them walked 50 meters, Quan Zhilong's cell phone rang.

Quan Zhilong stopped, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket in a little surprise, but when he saw the flashing name on the screen of the mobile phone, his smiling face froze for a moment, and then he looked at it apologetically. His Han Jingru smiled, and before Han Jingru could respond, he went to the side and answered the phone.

However, seeing Quan Zhilong's somewhat concealed little movements, Han Jingru also guessed in her heart whose call it was.

--Well, you can go home early and rest!

[System:...why qwq? I don’t understand![┯_┯]]

Ignoring the system that was in the '嘤嘤嘤' again, Han Jingru waited patiently for Quan Zhilong who was calling with his back turned to her.

"...i. President, I will go back right away."

Quan Zhilong lowered his voice, and even bent down involuntarily.

"..."

"nei, President, I understand."

After hearing the other party's answer, Quan Zhilong sighed silently, suppressing the anger and reluctance that was about to burst out of his heart, he pursed his lips, and his tone was humble and respectful.

After hooking up the phone, Quan Zhilong put the phone away expressionlessly, ignoring his trembling hands, and turned slightly to look at Han Jingru who was waiting for him not far away.

The other party was playing with his mobile phone with his head down at this moment, as if he hadn't noticed him.

The thread in Quanzhilong's mind, which had been tense all the time, almost collapsed when he saw this scene.

[Zhilong, what is your relationship with that Miss Han?]

[Come back to the company immediately, the paparazzi have sent photos to the company, what do you bastard want to do?!]

[Don't explain to me that you are friends or something, am I blind when you are the president??]

[Do you want to destroy yourself and bigbang, Jun Zhilong?!]

In the face of the president's anger, his far-fetched and pale explanation seemed to be futile.

[Stop participating in activities for a while, stay in the dormitory and think about it for me! Then I will help you suppress this matter.]

[Also, the result of the company's high-level discussion is that you are prohibited from meeting or contacting Han Jingru in any form, Zhilong, I hope you can put yourself in the group's shoes and think about it.]

--nei. President, I understand.

He heard his forbearing and calm voice.

No need to explain.

No explanation needed either.

Quan Zhilong thought with a gloomy face, his already thin lips were drawn into a line, and his brown eyes finally revealed a little mania.

Can't resist.

Not reconciled not reconciled not reconciled.

Why do you want me to disconnect?

Why should I bear all this?

[...That Miss Han, she seems to be kept in the dark by you.]

Why...why do you seem to know nothing? The innocent look really makes people angry, Han Jingru!!!

Taking a deep breath, Quan Zhilong looked away, trying to find a cigarette from his pocket, but found nothing. Pinching the bridge of his nose irritably, Quan Zhilong looked at Han Jingru who was still standing there without looking up, Turn around and leave.

--Should I persevere, Han Jingru.

With messy and awkward steps, Quan Zhilong felt that his eyes were blurred, he blinked, and the world became clear again.

Through the sunglasses, it is a tea-brown world, an incomparably bleak reality.

So clear that he wanted to cry.

--Can you give me the answer, Han Jingru.

So dazed that he wanted to impulsively tell her everything.

"Heh heh heh heh...hahahahahaha."

Quan Zhilong stopped suddenly, leaned against the dirty wall of the alley, ripped off his sunglasses roughly, covered half of his face with his left hand, and laughed loudly.

He was just glad that there was no one around, that no one saw his distress, and that he was wearing sunglasses to cover up his stupid expression.

"...What are you doing, Quan Zhilong?"

Quan Zhilong's stomach ached from laughing, and the corners of his mouth were a little stiff. He shook his head with a smile, and wiped away the moisture that had dried up on his face.

Then, he took off his coat and threw it on the ground neatly, took out his phone and fiddled with it for a while, then put it back into his trouser pocket.

Quan Zhilong still had a confident and evil smile on his face, it was obviously a signature smile, but at this moment, it made people feel that this smile was different from before.

He smiled with crooked brows and eyes, as if he wanted to let everyone know his joy, and soon he walked to the crooked chicken building.

--He is Quan Zhilong.

Enter the password and enter the office building.

--He doesn't need to cover up.

He greeted his younger generation, walked into the elevator, and pressed the button for the top floor.

--He will grow step by step.

Walking out of the elevator, he stood briskly in front of a door, without any hesitation, he reached out and knocked on the door with his knuckles.

--What he wants, he will always get.

Received a response, Quan Zhilong smiled lightly, opened the door and entered the office.

--Because he is the unique Quan Zhilong.

"President."

--The uncrowned king who will stand at the top of Hallyu and look down on the world.

he said with a smile.

*

"......Um?"

Han Jingru, who was playing a mobile game, looked at the text message from Quan Zhilong suspiciously--

<Quan Zhilong: Ah! Sister Jingru, I’m sorry~! The company has urgent matters, so I’ll go back first~ Good night~! *^_^*>

The corner of her mouth twitched, Han Jingru raised her head, and found that Quan Zhilong, who was standing not far away, had indeed disappeared.

Although she felt a little strange in her heart, Han Jingru still replied--

<Han Jingru: It’s okay! Rest early, good night.>

Then she quickly put the phone back into her bag and walked towards the home in the opposite direction.

However, Han Jingru at this time did not expect that this text message sent to Quan Zhilong was like a disappearance, and Quan Zhilong never contacted her again.

Of course, at this time, Han Jingru was completely ignorant of the complete loss of control of the future situation. When she was standing at the door of the house in a happy mood, she suddenly stopped when she was about to take out the keys.

Turning around vigilantly and looking behind, Han Jingru frowned and looked around. Since it was already twelve o'clock at night, the surrounding houses were plunged into darkness, with a suffocating silence, only the flickering lights of the street lamps, Bring her some comfort.

She found nothing.

-- Is it an illusion?

Han Jingru took out the key with some anxiety, quickly opened the door, stepped into the house, and then closed the door with a 'touch' sound.

[System: What's wrong with you, host? Why is your heart beating so fast?_]

--no, nothing.

Suppressing the creepy fear in her heart, Han Jingru locked the anti-theft door, put her bag on the ground, then gently took out a kitchen knife from the kitchen, returned to the hall, stared at the door for a while, and answered calmly system question.

--Just now I felt like someone was staring at me...

--Hope it's my illusion.

After waiting for a while, Han Jingru didn't find anything unusual, so she breathed a sigh of relief, put the kitchen knife back in the kitchen, and returned to the bedroom.

The room quickly fell silent.

In the dark night, a black figure was standing motionless in front of the anti-theft door, with his face close to the cat's eyes, tilting his head to look at the darkened room on the second floor, the man gave a strange smile, then straightened up, walking slowly leave.

*

Yang Xianshi put down the phone, turned back to the desk, and looked at the photos scattered on the desktop again.

Yang Xianshi looked at Quan Zhilong's face in the photo and fell into deep thought.

However, he sighed.

Then he turned and picked up the phone and dialed a number again.

"..."

After getting the answer from the other party, he hung up the phone, and Yang Xianshi sorted out the photos, put them in an envelope, threw them into a drawer, and locked it.

--I hope you won't let me down, Zhilong.

--After all, the initial growth is always forced by others.

-- isn't it?

Yang Xianshi leaned on the back of the comfortable chair and clasped his hands.

At this moment, the eyes of this middle-aged man who is quite famous in the Korean entertainment industry and has a venomous gaze are shining with kindness.

--Besides, there must always be someone to play the role of villain.

So, he said --

"Come in, Zhilong."

Yang Xianshi finally heaved a sigh of relief and smiled for this child who was almost grown up by himself to show such an expression at this time.