Korean entertainment song and song couples

"You really are." Song Zhiwei said helplessly, "It's just that the crew made a mistake, so don't worry about it."

Song Zhongji put down his chopsticks and pulled Song Zhiwei up and pressed him on the sofa. Song Zhiwei didn't know why, so he sat on the sofa and saw him squatting at his feet: "Zhongji, what are you doing?"

"If you don't want to say it, let me see." Song Zhongji didn't want to force Song Jiji to say things she didn't want to say. When those men were entangled, he felt very worried. She was such a desperate person.

Song Zhi was stunned at a loss, watching him roll up her trousers as if he was afraid of pain, an inexplicable feeling rose in his heart.

Song Zhongji stared at her obviously swollen calf and frowned. There were fingerprints left by the massage where no ointment was applied. The outside of the big toe and little toe were slightly bruised and red. The heel was worn out and covered with medicine powder. The blood stains were shocking on the fair skin: "High heels?" Suppressed anger.

Song Zhizhen was stunned when asked: "Huh? Oh... yes..."

Song Zhongji kept his head down, trying to make his voice sound calm: "Why didn't you ask a costumer to change your shoes in the first place?"

"The filming of the first scene took too long, and it was already like this when I went to find the costume designer." Song Zhiyi looked at the top of Song Zhongji's head, and for the first time found that Song Zhongji's head was very beautiful.

Receiving such an answer, Song Zhongji was also helpless, and gently lifted her foot and placed it on his knee: "During this period, my arms are often uncomfortable, so I rub them by myself. How about the severity?"

Sensing that he was about to give her a massage, Song Zhizhen immediately raised his foot nervously: "No need, I've already massaged her at the massage parlor."

Song Zhongji gently grabbed her feet to keep her from moving: "Are you still filming tomorrow? Are you still wearing high heels?" He began to knead by himself.

Song Zhiyi was speechless for a while, Song Zhongji's strength was well mastered, compared to pressing Song Zhongji so hard in the massage parlor, it was so gentle that Song Zhiwei wanted to cry.

Song Zhongji rubbed his head for a while and looked up at Song Zhiyi, and found that she was staring at him seriously. The eyes were so clear and focused that Song Zhongji could see his face clearly. He pretended to be calm and lowered his head again and asked, "Is it okay?"

"Zhongji, why didn't I realize that you are so gentle before?" Song Zhiyi recalled the past: "Could it be that men become very considerate and gentle when they reach the age of 30? The same is true of Park Yoon-jin, who used to think he was quite indifferent, but in fact he is also very considerate. I have been very concerned about my feet today."

Originally, Song Zhongji's ears turned red when he heard the previous sentence, but Song Zhongji's hand strength unconsciously increased due to Song Zhiyi's last two sentences, and Song Zhiyi suddenly cried out in pain: "It hurts."

"It only works if it hurts a little bit." Song Zhongji gritted his teeth a few times, and Song Zhijiu writhed on the sofa in pain, almost kicking Song Zhongji out.

Song Zhongji rubbed her lightly for a while before releasing her left foot and grabbing her right foot: "Your foot is probably going to wear a bigger size shoe tomorrow, so put something softer in the shoe."

Song Zhiyi took out a tissue to wipe away the painful tears from the corners of his eyes, and opened his mouth and nasally: "Zhongji, Nuna said that you are gentle and you are unhappy, so don't take it out on Nuna's feet..."

It seems that the attack is still too light... Song Zhongji almost couldn't hold back and hit her directly: "Yes, yes, I was wrong." It was obviously perfunctory.

Song Zhizhen sniffed: "Tomorrow my costume will be prepared by the people in the studio, it's fine."

Song Zhongji thanked him softly.

"Zhongji, what time are you shooting tomorrow?"

"Be there at nine o'clock."

"Your TV series seems to have been filmed for a few months, what happened?"

"Now the first and second episodes have been edited, and we are confirming the broadcast time with the TV station. It is estimated that the broadcast will start next month at the earliest."

"Have you seen it?"

"Well, I took a break some time ago, and the screenwriter showed me the editing. The editing is pretty good."

"Then we shouldn't collide with you. It is estimated that we will start broadcasting halfway through your broadcast."

"Mainly now I have delayed too much progress, so the broadcast time has been delayed."

"Don't work too hard when you go back to filming, your body is important."

"Nu Na, you should worry about yourself, look at your feet, they are almost like pig's trotters."

"...Annu, this is an accident, and it won't happen in the future."

"Tsk, your crew is really unreliable."

"They'll be careful after this time."

The two chatted like this for a long time, and Song Zhongji finally helped Song Zhizhen reapply the plaster: "You put it on for the past two days, don't just put it on today, just stick it according to the place I posted, the one you posted before is crooked. "

"Oh, my whole leg hurts, so I just posted it casually." Song Zhiyi raised his foot to look at Song Zhongji's pasted masterpiece: "Not bad, it's much better than before."

Song Zhongji packed up and got up and went to the kitchen to wash his hands. His hands smelled of plaster. When he returned, he saw Song Zhiyi sitting on the carpet again: "Your feet are like this, don't sit cross-legged, don't press, the blood doesn't circulate."

Song Zhiyi immediately straightened his legs: "Is this okay?"

Song Zhongji had no choice but to sit next to her, and Song Zhiwei graciously brought him a lot of food: "Come and eat more, it's a bit cold, you bought too much, how many shops have you gone to?"

"On the way here, I saw some good ones, so I went in and bought them. You can eat some of them. If they are delicious, you can go to his house to eat something else next time." Song Zhongji picked up Song Zhi's chicken wings and took a bite. It tasted good but it was cold , It must taste good if it is just made.

Seeing that there was no drink, Song Zhiyi got up and went to the kitchen to squeeze some juice, but when he just got up, his feet trembled and almost fell on the coffee table. Fortunately, Song Zhongji reacted quickly and grabbed her. Song Zhiyi, who lost his balance, couldn't help being pulled by Song Zhongji , Song Zhongji caught her with both hands and lay down on the ground to reduce the impact.

So the posture of the two changed to Song Zhiyi lying on Song Zhongji's body, and Song Zhongji was protecting her back tightly.

For a moment, the two could only hear each other's breathing. Song Zhongji breathed clearly the smell of Song Zhiyi's body, which made him obsessed.

After Song Zhiyi regained consciousness, he immediately propped up his body, raised his head, and faced Song Zhongji face to face, his eyes were scattered and messy, and his hair slid down from his shoulders and fell on Song Zhongji's face following her movements.

Song Zhongji stared blankly at Song Zhiyi. At this moment, Song Zhiyi's face was full of panic, his beautiful big eyes were vacillating, and his drooping hair added a bit of color, so beautiful that he couldn't look away. The fingers on Song Zhiyi's back moved unconsciously. It was a pity that he didn't look at it for a few seconds, and Song Zhiyi had already pulled away and broke free. He was sitting on the sofa, and he lay there in a daze before sitting up.

"I'm going to squeeze some juice..." Song Zhiyi went to the kitchen without waiting for him to speak, and the awkward atmosphere spread throughout the house.

Song Zhongji was sitting in the living room annoyed, he almost pressed Song Zhiyi to kiss him just now... Rubbing his hair, he was so irritable that he couldn't speak, his expression was completely undisguised just now. Do... tell her directly?

Of course, if Song Zhiyi finds out, he doesn't want to pretend that nothing happened, so why not take this opportunity...

Song Zhiyi, who didn't know what Song Zhongji was worried about, was staring at the fruit extractor in a daze in the kitchen. She was too flustered to see Song Zhongji's expression clearly just now. I feel as if Song Zhongji was underestimated just now...

Don't mention how unnatural it was when Song Zhiyi went over with the juice: "Zhongji, drink some..."

Song Zhongji took the juice and took a gulp: "Nu Na..."

"Ah, I'm really sorry just now, I didn't expect to fall down suddenly, don't mind, Nuna really didn't want to eat your tofu!" Song Zhiyi was deeply afraid that Song Zhongji would say something, so he quickly apologized to resolve the embarrassment.

The corner of Song Zhongji's mouth hung there stiffly: "...Oh."

It was the word "oh" again, and Song Zhiwei curled his lips helplessly: "You don't really mind, do you? It's not like I haven't hugged you before..."

Song Zhongji finally laughed helplessly, expecting Song Zhiyi to see what he was really stupid, this person probably only knows that others like her if he confesses to her and pursues her obviously, he just doesn't take his own charm seriously That's why I'm so emotionally slow: "It's okay, you didn't fall when you were angry?"

Song Zhiyi was relieved when he heard Song Zhongji say this: "No, I can't fall without you, but Zhongji, has your body changed too much? You used to be very thin..." The former Song Zhongji really She is a typical weak and beautiful boy.

"I was trained in the army, and there will be scenes of me showing off my muscles in TV dramas." Song Zhongji stretched out his hand to Song Zhiyi in order to avoid embarrassment, so that she could see the blue veins on the back of his hand, joking.

Song Zhiyi touched the back of his hand, and he really liked it: "Not bad, this is good, it looks very healthy." Besides, men always have to have some muscles to look good, so I couldn't help admiring in my heart.

After sweeping away the embarrassment just now, the two started chatting all over the world again. Song Zhongji had a lot of topics, and Song Zhiyi was also very cooperative. The two just chatted and ate almost the same dishes.

In the end, the two leaned on the sofa together, raised their heads and patted their stomachs, and their movements were surprisingly consistent. Song Zhiyi turned to look at Song Zhongji and couldn't help laughing: "Others say that the better the relationship, the more similar two people will be when they get along for a long time." , it really doesn’t make sense.”

Song Zhongji also laughed lightly: "Will Nuna be happy with me?"

"Well, I'm very happy." Song Zhizhen sat up straight and patted his stomach: "Get up and clear the table."

Song Zhongji resigned himself to his fate and got up and began to clean up. It may be because Song Zhiyi was not as restrained as before after the accidental physical contact just now, and patting and patting Song Zhongji became the norm, which made Song Zhongji very happy.

Song Zhongji tidied up and put the trash bag at the door to help her take it down when he was about to leave. Song Zhiwei looked at him with a smile: "Wuli Zhongji is virtuous."

The two sat in the living room again, Song Zhongji saw that it was almost ten o'clock, and it seemed inappropriate to stay any longer, and both of them would have to get up early tomorrow to catch up with work, so he reluctantly said goodbye to Song Zhizhen: "If you have anything to do, just let me know." Send a message."

"Understood, be careful on the way, and have a good rest when you get back." Song Zhiyi sent him to the door.

Song Zhongji nodded, with deep eyes: "Nu Na."

Song Zhi was kind, and before asking him what was wrong, Song Zhongji hugged him, felt his generous chest, warm palms patted her back, and his breath was filled with the scent of his perfume that hadn't changed for so many years.

Song Zhongji let go of Song Zhiyi, smiled and told her that next time we saw each other, he would turn around and open the door with a garbage bag in his hand. Song Zhiji watched the door slowly close, his back disappeared from sight, and then smirked: "This person is quite sticky." people……"

That night, Song Zhiyi didn't know that Song Zhongji was so excited that he stayed up all night after returning, but Song Zhiyi slept soundly, and was still woken up by Han Jincheng's doorbell the next day.

Today's shooting location was changed to a villa. Song Zhiyi and the male and female protagonists were not filming in the same place in the morning, and the assistant director was in charge of her morning shooting.

Xiao He checked with the costumer of the crew in advance to confirm the clothes that Song Zhiyi will wear today. Song Zhiyi put on makeup at ease and wandered around in the villa for a while to try on the shoes. I wonder if Song Zhongji’s massage last night was very effective. The swelling has obviously subsided today. , It's just that the flesh still hurts a little when I put on the shoes.

The assistant director learned about Song Ji-joo's acting skills from Choi Sang-taek, so he was very polite to Song Ji-joo. Song Ji-joo greeted him with a smile and negotiated the upcoming shooting.

During the official filming, Song Ji-jin performed very well. There was basically no reshoots. The assistant director was always smiling when shooting happily. The content that was originally scheduled to be filmed before twelve o’clock ended before eleven o’clock. The assistant director greeted with joy Song Zhiyi went over to have lunch.

The boxed lunch that Song Zhiyi and the crew ate together, the phone vibrated as soon as he opened the boxed lunch, and it turned out to be a reminder message from Song Zhongji: [Eat when you're done with work. 】

Song Zhiyi bit his chopsticks and replied: [You have eaten so early? 】

When Song Zhongji saw Song Zhiyi's reply, he knew that she had also stopped now: [Just in time for the meal to end a filming, have you eaten yet? 】

[I'm eating, but I'm actually not very hungry. 】

【Your stomach can't go down casually, eat more, it's still early, I don't know what time it will be at night. 】

Thinking about what Song Zhongji said was right, Song Zhizhen endured a few more mouthfuls, and he didn't know how to toss about the afternoon shooting.

After lunch, Song Zhiyi was transferred to the racecourse for filming. Song Zhiyi went directly to the villa to change clothes, and when he arrived, he saw Cui Shangze furious there: "Who prepared the props! Get out! This part is about to end The props are actually broken!!?"

I don't know how a prop made Cui Shangze explode, Song Zhiyi chose to quietly retreat to the side and pretend he hadn't come yet.

Park Yoon Jin reluctantly changed the prop and shook it twice to see if there was any problem. He looked up and saw that Song Zhizhen had arrived, and nodded to her to say hello. After Song Zhizhen returned the salute, he found that Lin Xirong was also looking at her. Her neither humble nor overbearing gaze made her frown , this child is really difficult to deal with.

Next, I filmed the part where the scene was suddenly disconnected just now. Song Zhizhen was watching their confrontation outside seriously. In fact, Lin Xirong acted quite well. It can be seen that he has put in a lot of effort, and the probability of passing it in one pass is quite high.

It was only after this paragraph that Cui Shangze saw Song Jijiu: "Jijiu, you are here, come here and let me tell you, Lin Xirong, come here too."

Song Zhiyi walked over obediently: "Director."

Standing in front of Song Zhiyi, Lin Xirong called out obediently, and Song Zhiyi nodded with a smile.

"We'll shoot here first, okay?" Cui Shangze pointed at the script.

Song Zhiyi glanced and nodded: "No problem." It was a rival scene where the second female lead asked about the relationship between the female lead and the male lead.

Lin Xirong also said that there is no problem.

"Then I won't talk to you guys about the drama, it's based on my feeling." After Cui Shangze finished speaking, he walked to the side to find Park Yunzhen.

According to feeling?Song Zhiyi accepted all these words, and Lin Xirong seemed to sense something was wrong, her brows twitched: "Nu, did the filming go well today?"

"Well, it went well." Song Zhiyi still smiled at her.

"Then I will trouble Nuna to take care of it later."

"Ok."

The official shooting begins.

Song Zhiyi was wearing a red horse riding suit. Her tight pants and black boots made her legs more slender. She was sitting lazily on a chair by the horse farm, playing with a helmet in her hand.

Lin Xirong was wearing a black horse riding suit, leaning lightly on the fence in front of Song Zhiyi, with her back turned to her and following Pu Yunzhen who was riding a horse in the racecourse.

Song Zhiyi looked up at her and suddenly asked, "Are you two dating?"

Lin Xirong didn't expect Song Zhiyi to talk to her, she turned her head to look at Song Zhiyi in surprise: "Are you talking to me?"

"It seems like there are only two of us here?" Song Zhiyi laughed back.

Lin Xirong carefully observed Song Zhiyi's expression, and suddenly remembered seeing her at a banquet before: "It's you, I didn't expect to see her here."

Song Zhiyi got up and walked to her side, leaning his arms on the fence and looking sideways at Lin Xirong: "So you two are dating?"

Lin Xirong didn't have a good impression of Song Zhiyi, so she frowned and kept a little distance from her before speaking: "Does it have anything to do with you?"

"Of course there is. If you are not in a relationship, then I can flirt with him in a fair manner. If you are in a relationship..." Song Zhiyi intentionally paused, and continued under her surprised expression: "Then I don't mind snatching him away." Come here, if there is a fight, that's love~" She smiled playfully, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her expression was calm, without any seriousness at all.

Lin Xirong had a puzzled expression on her face, showing extreme dislike for her words: "Sorry, this is a question between me and him, and I have the right not to answer you."

"That's it, then I won't be polite." Song Zhiyi looked at Pu Yunzhen and smiled with great interest.