Korean entertainment song and song couples

This night was destined to be unsettled. Two hours before the premiere of "Glory", the Internet was still constantly brushing up on Song Zhiyi's mysterious boyfriend.

In the wailing of Song Zhiyi’s mysterious boyfriend who appeared, there were many voices who believed that the man was Song Zhongji. Some fans even took out a comparison photo of their backs. The identical backs undoubtedly made fans more determined. Yes, Song Jiyi’s mysterious boyfriend is Song Zhongji, so almost everyone is waiting for both sides to make it public.

There are also glass-hearted fans who yell that they can't open Sen, why do you have to disclose your relationship when you just fell in love with Ouba.

As Song Zhongji's popularity has increased recently and there are so many new fans, this kind of shouting is quite loud, so there are many rational fans who pinch each other with this type of loli fans, and the pinching points are becoming more and more widespread. gun handle.

The otherwise amiable Internet has become a mess in just two hours.

The "Glory" crew released nine stills at this time. Although a small number of people's attention was diverted, everyone was still obsessed with the fight, so even the crew's official Twitter was in chaos.

Song Zhiyi tidied up all afternoon before sitting in the living room to rest for a while. By the way, he took out his mobile phone to browse the Internet. After looking at it calmly, he put down his mobile phone and prepared to cook. There are many dishes in the refrigerator, which seem to be prepared by Song Zhongji. While washing vegetables, I can't help sighing about life.

Song Zhiyi doesn't think she is a person with many black spots, she has always kept a low profile, maybe to the public, her only black spot is that movie back then.

As the saying goes, what you think in your heart is what you see.

In the minds of actors and directors, it is a complete work of art, and some plots are not made to please or arouse abuse.

Although Song Zhiyi was also troubled by the public's disgust and rejection, and even thought about quitting the industry, she persevered and was lucky enough to meet runningman. From then on, she became the cuteness in everyone's mind.

Song Zhiyi's life has experienced low tides, and there were times even more chilling than low tides, which were caused by people who didn't know her in the past with colored glasses.

But now, even before being mentioned, Song Zhiyi would laugh it off. She was sad but never regretted it.

Without those experiences, she would not be what she is now. Only with such turning points in her life can she have the hope and motivation to keep moving forward.

The phone ringing interrupted Song Zhiyi's thoughts, he wiped his hands and took out the phone, it was a thousand fathers and mothers.

"Daughter, Mom and Dad won't be going tonight, we'll go tomorrow at noon." The father and mother didn't know what they were thinking, they clearly agreed to come in the evening, and the address was sent.

Song Zhiwei looked at the time helplessly, at 06:30 in the evening: "Well, then you guys should be busy."

"By the way, at night, ahem, are you alone?" Mother Qian said something, and her tone was very ambiguous.

Song Zhiyi immediately had a headache: "Mom...are you thinking too much?"

"Hahaha, so what, after reading the news, are you going to make it public? It's such a big deal that you can only make it public, right?" Mother Qian is very concerned about this matter, what does it mean to be public?It means that these two people are serious!And seeing Song Zhongji like that is completely infatuated with his own daughter!So can my daughter finally get married at the age of 35? !

As a person who has been urged to get married by his parents, Song Zhizhen helplessly heard the excitement and joy in Qianmu's words: "Mom, we didn't plan to make it public. I'm telling you that you probably don't understand. Now is not the time."

"...Cheng Lin, why is it not the time for you? My parents also want to understand you, but when you think about it, you are already in your thirties. It's about time. Well, Mom won't say so much to provoke you. Don't make your parents wait any longer, you guys think it's time to tell your parents, and your parents should be prepared." Qian's mother was full of anticipation and dropped a few degrees in an instant, but think about it as long as the two of them are well Everything else is not that important.

Song Zhiyi sighed, and comforted him: "Understood, I won't keep you waiting too long." Most importantly, she knew in her heart that Song Zhongji and her parents had the same idea, and they were impatient...Wait, Song Zhiyi never knew his own The level of acceptance is so high, and she even started thinking about getting married when she first started dating...

Maybe, that person is Song Zhongji, so she will consider it.

After hanging up the phone and not putting the phone away, he received a call from Song Zhongji. Song Zhiyi softened his brows and said, "Didn't you work hard?"

"Nu Na, have you had dinner yet?" Song Zhongji said out of concern.

Song Zhiyi looked at the washed dishes in his hand: "It's being prepared."

"Did Nuna see the note on my refrigerator?"

Song Zhiyi walked to the refrigerator, only to find a few purple post-it notes on it. After a closer look, there were take-out calls for chicken soup with various supplements. He raised his eyebrows funnyly: "Afraid I'm hungry?"

"Isn't this reminding you to take more supplements?" Song Zhongji said with a teasing smile.

"Who made me restrain myself a few days ago?" Song Zhiyi leaned on the refrigerator in a good mood.

"Hahaha, Nuna, let's do my share too, I'll go back later."

"What time is it?"

"Probably around [-] o'clock, there is another itinerary."

"Okay, then I'll do a little more."

"Well, it would be great if we could have dinner together."

"You're still busy."

The two chatted without saying a word for a long time before hanging up the phone reluctantly. Song Zhiyi took out some vegetables from the refrigerator and washed them. It was time for Song Zhongji to experience his cooking skills.

As a woman who doesn't cook often, Song Ji is confident.

Perhaps it was because many people knew that Song Zhiyi had been discharged from the hospital, and relatives and friends sent condolence text messages. Song Zhiyi replied to the text messages distractedly while cooking. She said what to cook, and came out to get together for dinner, but Song Zhizhen politely refused, how dare she run around casually with her current face.

"Glory" started broadcasting, and Song Zhongji hadn't come back yet. Song Zhiyi was sitting alone in the living room, eating an apple and putting on a facial mask, watching TV in a strange living room.

There are not many scenes in the first episode of Song Zhiyi, but she watched it seriously. The editing of "Glory" is quite good, the plot is intertwined, and the background music is just right than imagined at the beginning. It can be seen that this time the crew is also a good one. down the drain.

At the end of an episode, Song Zhiyi came out of the plot. Perhaps it was because she hadn't filmed for more than a week. Song Zhiyi was very itchy. She went back to her bedroom and dug out the script to carefully study the content that she hadn't filmed yet.

When Song Zhongji sneaked in, he saw Song Zhiyi sitting cross-legged on the sofa and lowering his head to seriously study the script. That hard-working appearance made Song Zhongji's footsteps become lighter and lighter. He walked behind her and stared at her head, and saw that she still didn't realize that he was a little bit unwilling , Song Zhiyi's concentration on the script made him jealous.

So Song Zhongji put the takeaway soup in his hand on the top of her head, and Song Zhiyi, who was instantly hot, regained his senses and avoided it, turning his head to look at Song Zhongji: "Yeah."

A soft exclamation that could not hear any reproach, Song Zhongji leaned forward to kiss her, Song Zhiyi raised his head to respond, he thought Song Zhongji would deepen the kiss, but in the end he just kissed lightly and left: "Drink some soup."

Song Zhiyi blinked his eyes and felt a little embarrassed, coughed lightly and nodded: "What soup?"

"Clear chicken soup with lotus seeds." Song Zhongji walked around to the front to arrange the soup and then went to the kitchen to look at Song Zhiyi's dishes. After hesitating, he took it out and divided the chopsticks and spoons before sitting on the carpet: "Nu Na, are you burnt?" ?”

Song Zhiyi looked at the two dark dishes and knew that they had been thrown away: "Too much soy sauce was added." He drank the soup calmly, it was light and refreshing, he didn't eat much at night, and he felt a little hungry after taking a sip of the soup.

Just like before, the two of them sat on the mat and finished eating two plates of dark dishes. This time, Song Zhiyi took the initiative to get up and clean up, and even kicked Song Zhongji to let him go and stay out of the way. Song Zhongji did it right away. She is not blocking her on the sofa. This scene is really a bit like the husband coming home after a hard day and the wife cleaning up the housework after a hard day. Song Zhongji was secretly happy.

Song Zhiyi was washing the dishes in the kitchen, and Song Zhongji was tired of being on the side. Song Zhiyi couldn't help but give him a supercilious look: "It doesn't matter if I wash the dishes."

"Nana, the romance in the kitchen is also very important." Song Zhongji said, his paws were about to reach Song Zhiyi's waist, and when he was slapped off by Song Zhiyi, he still stared: "Don't push yourself too far."

Song Zhongji boasted about the place where he was beaten, with a painful look on his face: "Nu Na, you never hit me before." His tone was as wronged as he wanted.

Song Zhiyi rinsed the bowl and began to dry it with a dry towel, while complaining: "You never used your hands and feet like this before." It seemed that the number of mouth movements was more.

Song Zhongji rubbed his head against her shoulder coquettishly: "Nu Na, it's different now." Now he just needs to hug and kiss more to make up for all the gaps in those years, he can't wait to follow Song Zhizhen every day Turning around her, this is what it feels like to be in love, so happy.

The entangled hands were soft, Song Zhiwei helplessly patted his head with wet hands: "Go to the living room to rest when you are tired."

Song Zhongji took advantage of the opportunity to go upstairs to Song Zhiyi's waist, and his entire chest was attached to her back and back of the neck, like a koala: "Nu Na, let me hug for a while."

This sentence has been heard too much recently, and Song Zhiyi is already immune, but thinking about it, let him hug him like this, it seems that Song Zhongji has not found a sense of security in this relationship, so Song Zhiyi can't bear to reject him, why do he like it? so long?Is this what is not available in the legend, so it is so unforgettable?Of course, Song Zhiyi didn't doubt that Song Zhongji would start to dislike him now that he got it, but felt that this man almost lowered all his posture in front of her. How could Song Zhiyi not be moved if he liked it so much.

It was almost 10:30 after washing the dishes greasy and crookedly, Song Zhiyi began to drive Song Zhongji home to sleep.

"Aren't you planning to go to bed?" Song Zhiyi had a regular schedule recently, and she was already a little sleepy now. If Song Zhongji hadn't troubled her, she would have already taken a shower, gone to bed and fell asleep.

After receiving the eviction order, Song Zhongji lay on the sofa and still had no intention of getting up. Song Zhiyi walked over and sat beside him helplessly, and began to calculate the house accounts with him: "Now that we have moved in, let's talk about the house price, the price of this house I checked it on the Internet, and I will send you the money in a while."

Speaking of this, Song Zhongji couldn't lie down anymore, and looked at Song Zhiyi's completely serious expression from the side, and couldn't help frowning: "Nu, do you have to count it so clearly with me?"

"Of course we have to figure it out. We are just dating now. Why should you bear some expenses that you don't need to bear." Song Zhiyi is a very principled person, and the house is not a small thing. If Song Zhongji just gave her a model, she would be completely Will not think so much.

Song Zhongji sighed, sometimes he really hates and loves Song Zhiyi's serious character, after thinking for a moment, he decides to have a showdown with Song Zhiyi: "Nu, if, I said, I dated you for the purpose of getting married, would you not Will be afraid?"

To be honest, Song Zhiyi really didn't expect Song Zhongji to say such words so bluntly. Although Song Zhiyi was not a hooligan who wanted to fall in love casually, there were some future thoughts that Song Zhiyi would never say out loud. Song Zhiwei was caught off guard.

Seeing Song Zhiyi's frown and thoughtful expression, Song Zhongji was deeply afraid that Song Zhiyi would tell him that it was impossible, so he sat up and hugged Song Zhiyi in his arms: "Nu Na, even if you say you are afraid or propose to break up, I will not agree. Yes, since we're dating, it's not just your decision."

There was an indescribable tremor in the voice of the rare domineering Song Zhongji, maybe it was the secret love for so many years that finally got married, which made him sensitive to gain and loss.

Song Zhiyi raised his hand and patted his back, and said helplessly, "I didn't say anything, don't hug him so tightly, it hurts."

Song Zhongji immediately relaxed his arms when he heard Song Zhixuan's cry of pain, and looked at Song Zhizheng's face. Song Zhizheng was amused by his appearance, and poked his temple in disgust: "You said this suddenly, don't tell me you have bought the house and are going to build it. bride price?"

"Nu Na, in fact, the house has been prepared for several years, just waiting for you to live in." Song Zhongji pinched her finger and poked him, and put it on his lips and kissed it softly. Song Zhiyi's hands were not as smooth as when he was young, but Still fair and slender, Song Zhongji kissed passionately, wanting to leave a mark on the traces left by the years, and make up for all the years he missed.

"Didn't you say... so you have...?" Song Zhizhen suddenly realized, and pulled out his numb finger that was kissed by him. This person has been preparing for so long. If it weren't for this incident, he would probably have to wait a long time before he could let himself go. Living in, I feel a little sour for no reason.

"Nu Na, I said that because I was afraid that you would refuse. I promise that I will never lie to you again. You have entered my house now. It will not be so easy if you want to leave." Song Zhongji's words were quite forceful. The meaning of buying and selling is not allowed to return.

Song Zhiyi was not entangled in Song Zhongji lying to her at all, but felt that such Song Zhongji made her heart palpitate even more, her ears began to turn red, and she unnaturally looked away and pushed the person aside: "Forget it, let's stay here for now."

He got an arrogant reply, Song Zhongji happily hugged Song Zhiyi again and did not let go, full of joy, he was finally sure that Song Zhiyi did not like him so easily now, and being able to nod and stay under his marriage offensive meant that Song Zhizhen accepted it from the bottom of his heart This change is enough to make Song Zhongji excited: "Nu Na, I can't regret it."

Song Zhiyi chuckled lightly in his arms: "You want to suffocate me?"

Song Zhongji shook his head and pressed Song Zhiyi's head even more against his chest: "Nu Na, I'm so happy, listen to my heartbeat."

Song Zhiyi felt that Song Zhongji's heartbeat seemed to jump out of his muscles and bones, his face was flushed, his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't help complaining: "It's not a marriage proposal..." Then he realized that his heartbeat was also terribly fast.

"Nu Na, Nu Na, Nu Na..."

The answer to Song Zhizhen was a sound of anger. Song Zhizhen closed his eyes and wrapped his hands around his waist. From now on, he will not be made to wait any longer.

That night, Song Zhongji came home happily, and before leaving, he pressed Song Jiji against the door and kissed him hard. He was full of possessiveness like a young boy who had just tasted the sweetness, and he was obviously in his thirties. In front of Song Zhiyi, he couldn't help it, and sighed again, this is passionate love.

After eleven o'clock, Song Zhiyi washed up and lay down on the bed. Before he could close his eyes, Song Zhongji called again. It was obviously 10 minutes after we separated.

"Nu Na finished washing?" Song Zhongji seemed to know Song Zhizhen's movements like the palm of his hand, which made Song Zhizhen stunned, and joked: "Have you installed a surveillance camera in my room?"

"I just counted the time. I'm lying on the bed now, are you lying on the bed too?" Song Zhongji's smiling voice lingered over Song Zhiyi's eardrums.

"Well, just lay down."

"Nu Na, I'm lying under you now, as if I'm in the same room with you." Song Zhongji turned over and stared at the vacant bed on the right, as if he could imagine Song Zhiyi lying beside him, for more than a week The two of them basically embraced each other, and now it's really not used to being alone, but fortunately, Song Zhiyi was upstairs, lying in the same position as himself, which gave Song Zhongji room to think.

Song Zhiyi felt so hot when Song Zhongji said that he had just come out of the shower, and he turned over and lay on his side, closing his eyes as if he was back in the small bed in the hospital: "Can you think so much from one floor away?"

"Nu Na, there is only a ceiling between us."

"The house wouldn't hold up if it was just the ceiling."

"Why can't you be more romantic then?"

"...I'm not a romantic."

"In that case, Nu, can I rest upstairs tomorrow?"

"Yeah, you really push your limits."

"Well, you're thinking wrong, I don't do anything, I just go to sleep."

"It's only one floor away and you can go downstairs and go home to sleep."

"But it takes time to go downstairs, so I'm very tired."

"Then why aren't you sleeping now?"

"Because I was talking to Nuna."

"Good night."

"……Good night."

The next day Song Zhongji really rested in the 601 upstairs, but unfortunately he didn't enter the bedroom, but slept on the sofa in the living room, which made Song Zhiyi feel headache and distressed, and he had to sleep on the sofa if he didn't sleep in the downstairs bedroom Going to bed, but seeing that he was really tired, Song Zhiyi couldn't bear to drive him out,

On the third day, Song Zhongji arrived home very late, and he still entered the door of 601. Song Zhiyi helplessly instructed the brazen man who brought a change of clothes to take a bath in the bathroom, and made him a floor in the bedroom.

Then in the middle of the night Song Zhongji still touched Song Zhiyi's bed and had a good night's sleep.