Hanyu's former boyfriend club

The other party's sudden visit woke her up, and she heard Jiang Hudong's voice next to her. Seeing his generous palm greet her warmly, she opened the door full of joy.

The young man with eyes curled his lips and smiled a little silly, deliberately lowering his peaked cap to hide his sleepless night.

"Ah, it's An Chuxin xi, senior."

The moment the girl opened the door, she saw the camera in a daze, and asked with wide eyes what is this?

I heard Jiang Hudong and Song Minho talk about the classic lines of please show me a meal.She calmed down quickly, smiled and bowed to the camera: "I'm sorry, please wait a moment."

Quickly and simply cleaned up the somewhat messy living room, and welcomed the two into the living room.Song Minhao asked nervously, "Have you eaten, senior?"

She pointed to her apron speechlessly, indicating that she was still cooking, which made Jiang Hudong laugh out loud.

So things developed like this, the ticking sound of the clock hands seemed to be amplified, and it was very clear in the room, and the dishes on the dining table had already covered the dining table.

The three of them sat together, and the camera was set up in front of them to shoot.Song Minho next to him said happily that he did not expect to be able to get a meal at the first house, and Jiang Hodong was also overjoyed, after all, it is the first house of an entertainer.

While waiting for An Chuxin to record the small theater, Song Minhao leaned devoutly beside the dining table, his sparkling eyes touched the little bun, and joy bloomed in his heart.She fiddled with the beautiful dishes, and stuffed the buns patiently with her head bowed.

Song Minho became agitated, swallowing his saliva, watching her swallow the last mouthful of buns.

When he sits at the table and concentrates on filling his hungry stomach, he can finally eat, completely forgetting to tell such stories.

As a variety artist, Jiang Hudong asked her about her story responsibly. Holding the buns in both hands, he turned his head and looked at the young woman with charming eyes with a dull expression on his face, silently sighing in his heart how beautiful she is.

A few plain white clouds are outlined on the blue canvas, and the sunlight hides in the branches of the sycamore tree to be lazy.

Even if the voice is clear and pleasant, it can't match the boring story. She lightly recounted the years of hard training for her debut.

Too many memories remain in this city and this country, and every gust of wind that blows gently is full of stories.

After hearing the girl's story, he put down the bun tightly in his hand, and lightly brushed the crumbs of the bun sticking to his mouth with his fingers. Song Min Hao's bright eyes were smiling, and the corner of his slightly upturned mouth revealed a snow-white canine tooth .

"Senior, do you have any good stories to watch?" He knew that the fans wanted to know more, and the atmosphere ahead was too serious.

The woman groaned in a low voice, as if to divert the attention of the person in front of her, and then said, "Today is a good day for storytelling..."

Then the girl rambled on about the story of her parents' love running for eight years.

After the story was told, the girl burst out laughing, like a gust of breeze, feeling that even the air was not so dull.

When An Chuxin served the dessert, Jiang Hudong picked up the chopsticks with staring eyes. The freshly baked egg tart and the long lines pulled out by the melted cheese sticks were delicate and attractive: "Well, it's delicious!"

With a look of enjoyment, he went to the camera and touched his belly to show his expression of enjoyment. He turned around and looked at his companion Song Minho who was frantically grabbing food behind him and smiled.

As a long-lost strawberry-flavored ice cream cone as a dessert, she raised it to her lips, and held the neckline on the side of the street guardrail with one hand and slipped it slightly, exuding a seductive gesture.

The expression is bright but bright, looking at the camera with head raised and raised eyebrows, she looks playful and cheerful like a girl, and the pupils are as vast as the ocean when she looks directly at the camera.

Song Minho held a large box of ice cream in his hand and ate it with a spoon. There were stars in his eyes under the slender eyebrows that resembled a girl.

The pink strawberry ice cream is extremely cute. He is lying cross-legged on his side on the sofa chair, and his shirt is clinging to his body because of the sitting posture, showing a good figure.

His eyes watched the sitcom on the TV in front of him, he was amused and giggled, so his white teeth were exposed, and his eyelashes flickered.

His natural domineering temperament is even ridiculously beautiful when he smiles, the corners of his mouth are raised for some reason, he doesn't like to smile, but the unforgettable smile in his mind is still fresh in his memory.

Jiang Hudong was sitting on the floor in a daze drinking wine, the windows were wide open and the night was streaming into the house, a little desolate and a little helpless.

With his left hand propped on the ground, fingers bent and rhythmically tapping the floor, he looked up at Song Minho: "Minho, when are we leaving?"

Song Minho straightened his bangs on his forehead, lowered his head with a slight smile towards the camera, and said, "The ice cream is delicious, let's empty the refrigerator of senior before leaving."

It was dusk, and the profile of the boy's profile became more distinct.She could only look at him angrily.

"You're joking." She lowered her eyes, thinking to herself that after all, she has half a freezer full of ice cream.Slightly showing dimples as if smiling sincerely, in fact, I don’t know how many times I have practiced in front of the mirror at home.

Outside the window is still the night scene of Xiwei, at 08:30, the whole world is still in silence.After eating five ice creams, the boy finally gave up and bid farewell to An Chuxin's home with Jiang Hudong.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the night view of Seoul is always very beautiful at this time, with neon lights permeating the whole city, a cool breeze on the roads and streets, and the long hair of passersby fluttering slightly.

She held her mobile phone and flicked her finger across the screen, looking at the messages sent to her by fans on Twitter one by one. After all, there were always good and bad ones, and when she saw the vicious words directed at each other, she smiled and passed by.

The next day, the nanny's car drove into the east gate, and the noisy sound made her react in a daze.

When I got out of the car, I was surrounded by fans who didn't know how to get here. I thought that if the fans wanted to know what program was filmed, they would be heartbroken again.

But since Wang Jiaer confessed his love on stage last time, fans have guessed about the same.

I came to the designated practice room on the third floor but didn't know what to do. In order to relieve the tension, I started to dance the newly rehearsed dance in the practice room.

Half-heartedly thinking about the prompt word "nickname" on the task card, she made several wrong moves. She silently danced to the music and waited for Wang Jiaer's arrival.

"Anihasai, I'm here at the beginning of my heart."

A whisper made her stop dancing and look at the extra person in the mirror, and greeted each other with a slight smile.But seeing so many heartbeats did not deceive her, it was really rising sharply.

An Chuxin blinked at him, patted the floor and said, "Come, sit here."

Although the program group had already prepared for the two people to decide on nicknames, it would be a bit embarrassing for two people who met each other before and after to decide on nicknames at this moment.

Wang Jiaer felt a bit of a headache for no reason, because it was a sibling couple, and it seemed that it was a bit inconvenient for each other to decide on a pet name.

She smiled at the way the man in front of her was struggling with nicknames, and boldly said: "Honey."

The boy blushed unconsciously, "cough cough." He choked on his own breath after hearing her answer, "Darling! Hurry up."

"It's not fast, but let's call you Jiajia!" She said with a smile, and after a pause, she said with a long voice: "Jiajia~ Do you like it?"

"No, no, very satisfied. Chuxin~" Afraid that Chuxin might have misunderstood something, he quickly explained, scratching his head shyly.

Suddenly An Chuxin asked who he liked in the group, he blinked and was taken aback for a moment.

He pursed his lips and said, "I admire Wu Youenxi's singing skills very much, and I also like her singing very much..." After speaking, he sneaked a few glances at Chuxin from time to time, in case she would be jealous, and hurriedly said: "But I still like Chuxin the most. "

She was dubious about what Wang Jiaer said at the end, and she pouted her mouth pretending to be angry: "It's okay, as long as Mr. Mark of your group likes me."

Wang Jiaer turned around with a bit of jealousy from his arrogant appearance, and she coaxed him for a long time before he laughed.

"From now on it will be... husband and wife, let's take care of each other kkkk" She lamely said the word husband and wife but found that the atmosphere seemed awkward.

"Ah, that... I have prepared a gift for you, which is a hat, sports wristbands, and a white shirt." As he spoke, he pushed the delicate packaging bag over.

The boy said thank you happily, but he was still a little embarrassed to say that he only prepared one gift, and took out the gift box behind him.

The moment the girl opened the gift box, the boy jumped up and ran around the practice room excitedly swinging his legs.

She found that what the other party gave her was a very warm pillow.

Sitting on the floor in the practice room, the pillow in her hand was squeezed and deformed by her embrace, and she stretched her neck to watch Wang Jiaer's actions.

She wrapped her arms tightly around the pillow, and the warm-colored chandelier light hit her thin and delicate face. At this moment, her every move could be seen clearly.

The young man walked to her side with a smile on his lips, and tapped her small head lightly with his bony fingers, bringing her back to her thoughts.

With deep eyes and a warm smile, he said, "I'm hungry, do you want something to eat?" She looked at the people beside her with a teasing tone.

Hugging softly, revealing half a small cheek and a bright eye, a strand of quick-drying hair was drawn from the shoulder and wrapped around the slender index finger in circles, with a slight smile, Vermilion lips parted slightly: "Pizza and sago dew."

"Similu, I like it too." His deep voice subconsciously broke out, and then the long reflex arc reacted and looked sideways at the girl.

The figures of the two under the sun were beautiful and abrupt, and the touch of the soul was blurred in the back.