Korean entertainment song and song couples

"This is all in the past. We broke up peacefully, and there was no disagreement between me and the company. In the past four years, I have been taken care of by them, and the company has also done their best to arrange work for me, so I am very grateful to them. Not renewing the contract is just I have my own pursuit."

After Song Zhizhen finished expressing calmly, the host quickly pointed out the next reporter according to Han Jincheng's name.

The following reporters all cleverly avoided such topics, and did not ask any more irrelevant questions. Han Jincheng finally breathed a sigh of relief after the half-hour interview was over.

"The interview is over, and I think everyone has learned a lot from Song Jixixi, then we will officially start the ribbon-cutting ceremony, and we will invite the hostesses and studio members to come on stage."

Song Zhiyi stood in the middle, and Han Jincheng took the others to the stage and stood according to the previously agreed position. Immediately, there were more than [-] people standing on the stage. Fortunately, the stage was big enough and it didn't seem particularly crowded. A plate with scissors stood behind them, and they held big red saffron ribbons in their hands. After a few words, the host picked up the scissors and cut the ribbons together, and at the same time exploded the salute with a bang.

There was applause at the scene, the host's congratulations continued, and Song Zhiyi's smile was still elegant.

The ribbon-cutting was very successful, if the awkward question in the middle was removed, but fortunately Song Zhiyi had long been calm about the past, so it was not affected at all.

At [-]:[-], two hours before the dinner, Song Zhiyi's parents came to the hotel early to help Song Zhiyi take care of things, while the reporters were already squatting at the entrance of the hotel, waiting for friends from Song Zhiyi's circle to come.

Song Zhiyi was sitting in the hotel lounge rubbing her stiffly smiling face, her phone kept ringing, too many messages from her relatives and friends, she couldn't return for a while, she looked at Han Jincheng with a headache, Han Jincheng was answering various calls, He was also very busy, so he took time to see Song Zhiyi's disgusted eyes and went out to make a phone call.

When Song Zhongji sneaked into the hotel through the back door and found Song Zhizhen, Song Zhizhen was answering text messages in distress, and was frightened when he saw Song Zhongji who pushed the door in: "Zhongji, why did you come so early?"

Song Zhongji sat down with the coffee in his hand: "I was already here when I asked which lounge you were in."

Song Zhiyi put down his phone and took the coffee, plugged in the straw and took a long gulp contentedly: "I feel like I came back to life in an instant, how did you come here? Don't tell me you drove here with one hand."

Song Zhongji was amused by the way Song Zhiyi looked at him while biting on a straw, his big eyes were moist and cute: "Brother Taixuan sent me here, my hand is really fine, don't stare at him .”

Song Zhiyi put down his coffee and spread his hands towards Song Zhongji: "Show me, why does it feel more swollen than before?" Song Zhiyi frowned, really worried about Song Zhongji's injury, and didn't know if he was really all right after not seeing him for so long.

Song Zhongji turned sideways helplessly to let her take a closer look. He didn't hang it on his neck for the convenience of coming out today. To be honest, it's really ugly to hang it on his neck. Song Zhongji took a long time in front of the mirror when he went out. The image of an actor It's kind of funny.

Song Zhiyi stared at the white cloth on Song Zhongji's right hand for a long time but didn't see anything. He poked his head and looked up at Song Zhongji's expression. Song Zhongji just smiled at her: "It doesn't hurt anymore. I have been recuperating for more than half a month and I can move now." I just can't work hard." Song Zhongji's words didn't lie to Song Zhiyi, he was really much better now than at the beginning, when the pain was so painful that he couldn't sleep at night.

The more Song Zhizhen looked at it, the more his arm was swollen, and he couldn't help but feel distressed: "Everyone said don't come here today, how can you eat well with your arm like this?"

"It's okay. I eat with my left hand recently. It just happened to exercise the agility of my left hand. Now I don't feel much difference." Song Zhongji was satisfied and happy when he saw Song Zhizheng's distressed face. Song Zhizheng really cared about him.

"Don't be photographed by the media later, I'll ask Kim Sung-ho to arrange it for you in a corner." Song Zhizhen was really worried that Song Zhongji's appearance would be unsightly photographed. Everyone is a star and wants to show a perfect side. This kind of psychology can understand.

"It's okay, how can I say that my face is still good." Song Zhongji was eager to be photographed, and everyone who attended the meal with his injuries would think that he and Song Zhiyi had a close relationship.

Song Zhongji's narcissism is not annoying, Song Zhiyi shook his head amusedly: "Your face is pale without makeup today, you still have the nerve to say that you have a good face?" Song Zhiyi suddenly remembered that he had a lipstick with him: "Do I have any lipstick here?" The lipstick you used, you should put some on, or your complexion will be really bad." As she spoke, she flipped through her bag.

Song Zhongji didn't refuse, but pursed his lips, hoping that it was the lipstick that Song Zhiyi had used.

Song Zhiyi took out the lipstick and handed it to Song Zhongji, Song Zhongji shook his head and refused to take it, Song Zhiyi was puzzled: "Don't you want to put it on?"

"Nu Na, although my left hand can eat now, it's not flexible enough to apply lipstick." Song Zhongji pouted shamelessly: "Nu Na, please apply it for me."

Facing Song Zhongji's pursed mouth, Song Jiji was disgusted: "Just now you said that you feel fine?"

"Isn't this comforting you, my left hand may shake a little when I apply lipstick." Song Zhongji pouted after finishing speaking, blinking his eyes to be cute.

Song Zhiyi had no choice but to twist away the lipstick and leaned over gently: "Stop pouting, just relax naturally."

Song Zhongji relaxed obediently, looking at the clear and rippling eyes of the people in front of him, Song Zhiyi focused on helping him apply lipstick, that expression made Song Zhongji's heart beat faster, so fast that even he could hear the voice, Adam's apple Can't help shaking, afraid that Song Zhiyi, who was so close, would notice his strangeness and hear his thunderous heartbeat.

At this moment, the door was swung open, Song Zhiyi and Song Zhongji hurriedly looked over, Li Dongxu stood at the door and looked at them with a cold face.

Seeing that it was Li Dongxu, Song Zhixuan breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to face Song Zhongji's head and continued to help him paint his lower lip: "Dongxu, come in and close the door."

Li Dongxu closed the door and walked over to put down the snack in his hand, his tone was not very good: "What are you doing?"

After Song Jiyi finished applying the lip balm, he patted the empty seat beside him and asked Li Dongxu to sit down: "Zhongji's complexion is so bad, put some lipstick on him, why did you come so early?" Seeing the snacks he brought, Song Jiyi I really feel a little hungry, and it's already past ten o'clock.

Li Dongxu frowned and looked at the man who pursed his lips and rubbed the lip balm: "Your right hand is broken and you can't use your left hand?"

Song Zhongji smiled lightly: "It's not easy."

The inexplicable atmosphere between the two men made Song Zhizhen unpack the snacks and start eating, while giving each of them one: "Aren't you going to eat? Eat something to fill your belly now, and there is more than half an hour to eat."

Li Dongxu sat next to her speechlessly and looked at her look of being happy when she had food. He really wanted to pry her brain open to see what she was thinking every day.

Song Zhongji picked up the dim sum and ate it together: "It's delicious, which store did Brother Dongxu buy it from?"

Song Zhiyi also pricked up his ears: "Where did you buy it? Next time I will buy some for my studio."

Li Dongxu has a headache, these two are really the same...

Han Jincheng finally hung up the phone and went back to the waiting room to see Song Jiji together with Song Zhongji and Li Dongxu. He almost didn't call her aunt: "Look at your lipstick, you still eat it! Don't eat it, wipe your mouth and touch up your makeup." I'll go out and stand."

Song Zhiyi was so wronged: "I didn't eat breakfast today, I don't know when I can eat at noon, so I can eat a little bit." While talking, he put down his snacks and wiped his mouth obediently, took out the makeup mirror and touched up his lipstick.

"Don't eat when you are told to eat, and eat desperately when you are not asked to eat, can't you eat well?" Han Jincheng sighed.

Song Zhongji was very worried about Song Zhiyi's body, and couldn't help frowning when he saw her slender calves standing up. In his impression, Song Zhiyi was so thin because of being a model when he just debuted: "Nu Na, you really have to eat well, you can't lose weight anymore. Thin."

Song Zhizhen looked down at his legs, and felt that he seemed too thin recently: "I see, you see, I ate a lot just now, it's okay, it will be fine after a while."

Song Zhongji didn't agree with Song Zhiyi's way of eating: "You have to eat on time." Song Zhongji turned his head to look at Han Jincheng, with a look on his face, how could you, as a manager, allow Song Zhiyi to ruin his body like this?There was sharp dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"... I see... I will supervise Zhiyi's meals in the future." Han Jincheng raised his forehead, he had wanted to manage Song Zhiyi's diet for a long time, but Song Zhiyi didn't cooperate...

Song Zhiyu patted Song Zhongji's shoulder with a funny face: "Nu, let's get busy first, you and Dongxu will sit here for a meeting, and I will ask you to eat at eleven o'clock." Look at Li Dongxu, which means handing over the injured to him.

Li Dongxu nodded his head as an answer, and Song Zhiyi went out with Han Jincheng in peace.

Song Zhongji and Li Dongxu were the only ones left in the lounge, and the two were relatively silent. Song Zhongji took out his mobile phone and went to Twitter to collect pictures as usual. In the morning, the news picture of Song Zhiyi's ribbon cutting has been released.

Li Dongxu saw Song Zhongji unabashedly leaning on the sofa with his arms crossed and raised his eyebrows: "I heard that you want to join me in the knot with Zhiyi?"

Song Zhongji's fingers paused for a moment, and then he chuckled: "Well, did Nuna tell brother?"

"Why did you join my knot?"

Song Zhongji sighed, and moved his eyes from the phone to Li Dongxu: "Brother Dongxu, you should be very clear."

Li Dongxu really doesn't like Song Zhongji's eyes, clear and bold, he has known Song Jiji for so many years, he liked Song Jiji so many years ago, but he didn't dare to go one step further, because he knew that Song Jiji had always regarded him as a friend, if everything was exposed, then It would be awkward for them to get along, and Song Zhiyi would never show a relaxed smile in front of him again, and this was what he was most afraid of.

But Song Zhongji is less likely than him, but now he is gradually approaching Song Zhiyi in his own way, he is jealous and loathes his timidity.

"Brother Dongxu, I don't want to regret it anymore." Song Zhongji had had enough of the forbearance of the previous few years.

On the other side, after Song Zhiyi left the room, he followed Han Jincheng to the entrance of the dining room and waited for the invited people to come. Originally, this matter could be handled by hotel etiquette, but Han Jincheng said that Song Zhiyi had to put on a show. In fact, it can be regarded as entertainment, so Song Zhiyi had no choice but to stand by the door with a few etiquettes.

At this point, many people have come one after another, Song Zhiyi greeted them one by one, and arranged for them to be seated politely.

When the ingmans and the director came together, the screams outside were obviously different. Song Zhiyi walked over to them and hugged them to say hello when he watched them come in.

"Hey, wuli Zhiyi is so beautiful today. It's been a long time since I saw Zhiyi dressed up like this. I'm not used to it." Liu Zaishi began to joke around habitually, and every time Song Zhiyi dressed up, the reactions from the couples were very flattering.

Song Zhiyi was embarrassed by the words, and tugged at the corner of her skirt: "Oh, you are dressed too formally today, why do you look like you are walking a red carpet when you have a meal?"

"Isn't there a reporter, you can't dress too casually." Liu Zaishi was quite satisfied with his clothes, but pointed at Haha: "Why are you dressed like this?"

Today, Haha was dressed quite formally, but his style really didn’t fit into Runningman. Originally, everyone was wearing a suit and tie tacitly today, but Haha decided to make something special and wore a suit, shorts and a vest with a silk scarf.

Li Guangzhu was also disgusted: "Brother, today is not the time to be gothic..."

"Ah! You don't know how to appreciate it!" Hala tore off Li Guangzhu's clothes: "I've seen you wear this one several times!"

Li Guangzhu was speechless and amused: "It's just that they look the same!" Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Jin Zhongguo immediately stopped him: "What's the trouble, go in and sit down first."

"Oops, the waiter will take you to your seats, Zhongji will sit with you later, let's take a photo together after dinner." Song Zhiyi thought of Song Zhongji who was still in the lounge, it was rare for everyone to get together and take a photo To commemorate.

"Has Zhongji come? Didn't you see him?" Haha looked around but couldn't find the target.

"I wanted to pick up Zhongji in the morning, but he said he came by himself." Li Guangzhu was very dissatisfied with his friend's ruthlessness.

"Then let's go in first, Zhiyi, you are busy, it seems that someone has come in." Liu Zaishi took the lead in when he heard the movement outside, and the others patted Song Zhiyi on the shoulder to let her work hard and followed.

Looking at this group of reliable figures, it feels good to know them again.

After ingman, many artists in the circle were ushered in, and the crowd gradually arrived. Song Zhongji and Li Dongxu went outside and entered the restaurant respectively. Song Zhongji's arrival elicited a lot of shouts. Seeing that it was Song Zhongji poking his right arm in a funny way: "Look at you."

"Nu Na has worked hard, can I go in now?" Song Zhongji looked at the time and it was almost eleven o'clock, he wanted to watch Song Zhiyi eat, this person's life was too irregular during this time.

"I'll go in when the banquet starts. You sit with Zaishi Puppet and the others. I've already greeted you."

"Well, I'll wait for you then."