The national male god of Korean entertainment

The mv of "mr.g" was written by Quan Zhilong himself, and the director of the mv is the director who has worked with "tellgoodbye" before.

At the beginning of the MV, there is a plot of a man falling into the sea.

A flirtatious blackrose gradually emerged from under the wet white shirt, a thread of blood seeped out from his abdomen, more and more, more and more.

He gradually closed his eyes in despair...

The screen jumps to a dark room. The man is shirtless and is exercising with a butterfly machine. At that time, he has no tattoo on his chest.

The opposite house turned on the lights, and he immediately got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, where a high-power telescope was placed, and he bent slightly...

The person who appeared in the camera is a beautiful woman. She just came back from the outside and began to take off her clothes one by one, including hats, gloves, scarves, coats, sweaters...

The woman suddenly glanced in this direction, and then drew the curtains.

The man sat down on the sofa angrily, closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

In the next shot, the man is sitting in front of the piano, playing the piano and singing at the same time. When the last note is played, he gets up and leaves.

The woman was blocked into a small alley by several men in black, and one of them took out a knife and stabbed at the woman. At this moment, it began to rain...

The woman stumbled out of the alley and happened to meet the man.

She stuffed what was in her hand into the pocket of the man's jacket, and then whispered a word in the man's ear.

As the picture fades, the man is sitting in a hidden corner of the pub, casually fiddling with the chip in his hand.

The woman arrived as expected, sat across from him, and stretched out her hand to him.

There was an evil smile on the corner of the man's mouth, he got up and walked up to the woman, held her chin with one hand, bent down and kissed her...

The man pulled away and put a gun on his stomach. The woman wiped her lips nonchalantly, and stretched out her hand again.

But the other party grabbed her hand and made a gesture to her. Through the gap in the screen, the woman saw a group of people outside who were muttering something. The man took her hand and left here from another direction.

The man was driving a sports car through the night, and the cars behind were chasing them.

Finally arrived at an abandoned factory, the car stopped.

The men and women got out of the car, and several men in black surrounded them.

Gorgeous kicks, even the shooting posture is like a pictorial, the woman's chin was cut by the blade, the man's mouth was bleeding, and the two looked at each other and smiled...

Next is the picture of a man bandaging a woman's wound. The man puts a medicine in the woman's cup, and the woman lies quietly on the big black velvet bed with her eyes closed, as if she has not breathed.

The man was sitting on the edge of the bed in a shirt, and a huge round mirror was placed in front of him, and he looked at himself in the mirror with a half-crying smile.

He held a special needle in his right hand, he tore open his shirt, pierced the skin of his chest piously and painfully...

After everything was done, the man placed a kiss on the woman's lips, then closed his eyes, and began to recall what happened before them.

On the seaside in winter, there were only the two of them in a lonely place. The woman was wearing a heavy down jacket and a furry hat, smiling at the man all the time.

The man took her hand and put it to his lips, warming her hand.

In a white seaside house, a man is standing at the counter, wearing an apron, cooking, and a woman appears behind him in his shirt, sneaking a piece into her mouth.

The man pinched her face, looked down and saw that she was barefoot, he picked her up and made her stand on his feet...

The man suddenly opened his eyes, eyes full of pain.He stroked the gun the woman had held before, recalling the first time he taught her how to use a gun, he smiled bitterly.

He threw the gun on the ground, took the woman's hand and put it next to his face, as if he was nostalgic for the temperature of her palm, intoxicated.

The man finally let go of the woman's hand. He covered her with the quilt, took a deep look at her, and turned around to leave the house.

The moment the door closed, the woman's eyes opened without warning, and she looked at her palm absently...

The man was holding the wafer against a group of people. He threw the wafer on the ground, then closed his eyes and fell backwards.

The picture coincides with the scene at the beginning, the man's mind is full of women's smiles, the black rose on his chest and the blood gushing from his abdomen are specifically magnified...

A strong wind suddenly blew up on the calm sea, a family of helicopters landed on an open space by the sea, the two sides fought fiercely, and a slender figure jumped into the sea.

The man closed his eyes...

As soon as the screen went black, it jumped to the scene of a man standing under the cross praying, the door of the church behind him was opened from the outside, and a woman in a white gauze dress was walking towards him...

do." The woman said softly.

……

Time passed like running water, and after the engagement ceremony, Xia Youyan was alive and kicking again for a few days.

Before the young couple who returned from Paris after attending the graduation ceremony had time to catch their breath, the two elders had already discussed the wedding date.

Miss Xia finally collapsed after a brief moment of daze.

Mr. Quan, who was about to get married in more than a month, was still working hard on exercising his arms. Ms. Xia really couldn't stand his self-torturing way of exercising. He just let him exercise and asked her to eat less.

She is already busy with the wedding every day, if she is not allowed to eat enough, what if she passes out on the wedding day!

But he also made unreasonable words, saying that in order to maintain a good figure and look better in a wedding dress, it's just nonsense!

Xia Youyan thought for a while, and decided to call Mr. Quan out of the room who was also desperately busy.

"On the day of the wedding, I thought about it. You can definitely carry me behind your back."

"????"

"There was a man named Zhu Bajie in China. He did a great thing, which has been passed down to this day..."

Quan Zhilong pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "What is it?"

"'Zhu Bajie carries his wife'. So you can learn from others..."

Quan Zhilong frowned, "What's his last name?"

"pig."

"So Mrs. Quan, you want me to learn from your husband... a pig?"

Xia Youyan thought for a while, "I misremembered, his surname is Tian."

"sky?"

"Yes!" Xia Youyan continued without changing his expression, "Marshal Peng."

Quan Zhilong thought about his wife's recent weight, and finally gave up the gorgeous pose of the princess hugging.In fact, it's not bad to carry his wife behind his back. Anyway, no matter what he does, it's fashion, so it doesn't matter~

"But are you sure you want me to carry you in a wedding dress?"

Xia Youyan shook her index finger, "That doesn't look good. So don't hold a Western-style wedding, just have a Korean-style one. I'll come out of the house in a sedan chair, and then you can carry me to the auditorium on your back."

"There is no problem with our family, what about Anne's mother and Mr. Peter?" Can that difficult father-in-law agree to a Korean-style wedding?

"They've seen too many Western-style weddings, and they only find Korean-style weddings interesting. I'll discuss it with them."

After the two prospective brides and grooms decided, they began to modify various details of the wedding.