"Oh, when I go back, I will give you a poster and signature I have collected. Just shut up, how about you?"

While Xu Hui was struggling, Hani quietly put her lips on the other person's ear and blew the heat.

In the eyes of others, she didn't speak at this moment, just gritted her teeth. Hani could not have imagined that the personal ventral language she had practiced for a long time would finally come in handy.

"Jinjia? Are you keeping your word?"

With a poster + an autograph, Xu Hui's eyes lit up and she decided to rebel.

If this kind of thing was put in the past, no matter whether she was interested or not, Hani would not have given it to her for free, but now it is different.

Lee Hyun-chul's position in their hearts has become more and more special. Everyone has a little admiration for her, and maybe one day it will usher in an explosion point.

"Of course, I, An Xiyan, said one thing, and even thousands of troops could not catch me."

In order to block the sister's mouth, Hani has made a sacrifice. No fan wants to let his favorite idol see and hear his dark history.

"My poster, my signature."

When he thought of the out-of-print thing going away from him from now on, Hani's heart kept bleeding.

The other party was Xu Hui, the sister of her own group, which made her feel distressed and found a little comfort.

Once most girls fall in love with someone, especially when they are loyal, even if that person makes a big mistake, there are still people who will go to have sex with her. This is the biggest difference between female fans and male fans.

But strictly speaking, Lee Hyun-cheol’s original intention for Hani’s meal is completely different from that of Zheng Caiyan.

One is to slowly sublimate from physical rice to loyal rice, from the popular appearance association gradually attracted by the connotation of this person, and thus enter a deeper level.

Another thing is the degree to whom I evolved from a simple meal to a crazy meal, and I wanted to have sex with my idol.

Hani swears her teeth and keeps her previous posture as always, but the strength between her arms is much smaller, and Xu Hui rarely gets a chance to breathe.

“call~~”

Xu Hui rubbed Hani's arm up and down, and in this way, a dirty deal came to an end with the eye contact between the two.

It was also through this violent suppression that Xu Hui realized a problem.

Hani's nickname, "Ange", is not for nothing. Since her trainees' time, she has even heard of this in the mouths of some trainees before, and once beat several male trainee seniors who wanted to tease Park Jung-hwa.

Later, during a chat, this matter was discussed and was recognized by Li Haoyang. Of course, there were exaggerated parts. The lesson was true, but it was not beaten too hard.

Thinking about it now, Hani, who is called "Ange", is not a physically disabled person, she is just lazy.

Exercise is good for her health, which is a chronic suicide for her, but the brute force is used in other people's places.

Li Xianzhe guessed the truth and the false just by looking at the reactions of these two people. He no longer investigated and investigated Hani's attempt to hide his dark history.

"Okay, okay, if this continues, marks will be left on Hui's neck, which will cause misunderstandings among the people around her."

Based on his understanding of the poems over there, and with Xu Hui's second half of the sentence, he also guessed the complete content.

As soon as he opened his mouth to help, Hani couldn't continue. Xu Hui in her arms slowly stood up.

When I moved my neck, I didn't forget to sigh like "Aiyigu" in my mouth, as if I had entered old age ahead of time.

"It's true, if I had known, I would have changed my words and said that this poem was learned in school..."

He took out the makeup mirror and looked at the direction of his neck. The black green on it made Xu Hui look as ugly as constipation.

If there is a drug sold in this world, it is better to offend Hani.

Xu Luzhi and Le’s two eldest sisters were holding wine glasses in their hands to watch the fun, clapping their hands heartily and laughing.

As long as I don’t get involved, I’m lucky that I will let them make trouble.

"So, why do you have to tell Xiyan Ouni from the beginning? Now, you have to learn from your mistakes."

Park Jung-hwa witnessed the whole process and shook the braid behind her head very well.

It happened to pass by Lee Hyun-cheol's cheek, and the faint fragrance of his hair caused him to squint his eyes, his face full of enjoyment.

"It seems that Hani has taught you a lot. She learns from her mistakes and uses it well..."

Although South Korea is deeply influenced by traditional culture, many poems or idioms that have evolved into different statements when they come to this land, combined with local culture.

For example, some Korean idioms and common sayings cannot be understood by Lee Hyun-cheol.

After someone explained it to him, I suddenly realized that the expressions of this idiom or common sayings in the two places were different.

Therefore, although the schools here can hold Chinese classes, what people learn are fashionable Chinese characters, and they cannot understand the Chinese style.

"This sentence was also told by Onie, who said it was very famous there."

Park Jung-hwa raised her neck proudly, and suddenly realized that many people in the circle knew that Lee Hyun-chul had studied abroad before, and the language skills he mastered were not comparable to those of his own Oni.

“It’s true.”

Undoubtedly, the explanations of Seo Hyun-chul and Park Jung-hwa made Lee Hyun-chul feel much more intimate about Hani.

She has seen idols who claim to be Chinese, but she knows so much that she can only smile.

Although I have never heard Hani talk to him in Chinese, I was still surprised that Hani has been studying abroad for less than two years and must not be able to master too much Chinese.

On the contrary, I have recorded a lot of these rustic love words and love poems.

"I love you like a moth to a flame..."

After thinking about it, Hani was in the dormitory, clenched her fists and pressed her chin against the tip of her beautiful eyes and said such words to her poster. Lee Hyun-cheol couldn't help but tremble.

Someone said that God will make people crazy, and they will make them crazy. He is worthy of being Ango, and even a ignorant person is not ordinary people.

"Oba, what's wrong with you? Do you feel cold?"

Park Jung-hwa looked at him nervously. The little girl has not forgotten the scene of Hani's bottle of soda pouring on him. I heard that people can easily catch a cold after taking a cold bath after blowing such a cold wind.

With her reminder, the others were looking for the remote control all over the table and wanted to debug the temperature of the air conditioner.

Li Xianzhe naturally couldn't say what the real reason was. He raised his hand and scraped the bridge of the little girl's nose.

"It's nothing, I just thought of something. Look at you, because you said a word, everyone stopped moving their chopsticks, and they all focused on me. It's rare to be a speaker for a while. Are they all possessed?"

Park Jung-hwa wrinkled her beautiful little nose, and didn't know what she was feeling now.

In the past, I was protected by four sisters too well. If the opposite sex wanted to contact me, they were blocked outside by four doors.

Although I have watched a lot of TV series, my intimate contact with men and women only exists in my eyes but cannot experience it personally.

Now Lee Hyun-cheol seems to treat her as his sister, but this kind of skin kinky made Park Jung-hwa's heart beat faster.
Chapter completed!