Dragon’s Legacy

The poem took a light deep breath. And I slowly opened my mouth.

“First of all, I want to thank my people, my parents, and my girlfriends for worrying about me while I was hurt. I could feel how happy I was while I was in the hospital. And with this, we want to help a lot of people who are struggling everywhere. And I'm going to help you contribute to humanity. ”

The poem continued speaking nonstop for a moment. And I said the last thing with a good eye.

“I just want to say one last thing to my lovers. I will never let my life be sad for you. Thank you all the time. Thank you. ”

The last line could have been quite embarrassing just by listening, but the power of the words of the poem maximized the emotion rather than the shame. Song Minhee, as well as the female staff, was greatly moved by the love for the lovers of the poem.

This is how the recording ended. The MCs, Kim Guanjun and Song Minhee, shook hands and returned to the waiting room. The praise that followed was also heard the story of the poem, and his eyes were red, whether he had shed tears.

“How's it going? Was the recording okay? ”

“I was moved. I was so moved by listening to you that I kept crying. ”

Chant wiped out the eye area. I was greatly moved by the deep and deep love of the poem. In fact, it was all their fault that the poet had a lot of lovers. Nevertheless, the poem sent boundless affection and love. Although there were many lovers, the poem was as deep and broad as the sky, as the sea that could cover them all. Just the fact that I could be loved by this poem made me feel great joy.

I'm about to go home after the recording, and suddenly someone knocks on the waiting room.

“Come in.”

“Hi Jules, you've had a great day. ”

Song Minhee smiled brightly and greeted the poem. From her behavior and voice, anyone could feel that she was interested in the poem. Even while recording, Song Minhee was stunned and looked at the situation quite often.

“Thank you. I was so nervous, I don't know if the broadcast went well. ”

“I had a great time today. And this is my personal opinion, but it's the most interesting and moving recording I've ever recorded. ”

“Is that so? That's good. Thank you."

“Hey, Jules...”

Song Minhee, wearing a beautiful dress that reveals her body line like she cares a lot, approached the poem and carefully said.

“Yes? Is something wrong? ”

“We have a short meeting in the future and if you're not busy, can you attend? Oh, of course, Kim, Kwon Joon, PD, and some staff will attend. ”

“A banquet? Wait a minute. ”

The poem checked the watch. After the recording ended, it was already past 7 p.m. After all, he was going to go home and play, so there was no reason to be particularly busy or unable to attend. In fact, I've never been to a place like this, so I wanted to attend at least once.

“Brother, I think I should go home. I have food for the kids and a little work to do. ”

“Oh, yeah? Should I just go home, too? ”

When the poem asked Chan, Song Minhee's face was filled with desperation and urgency. It's because we didn't even know when we would meet again if we broke up with the poem like this. I didn't know if I would ever see him again. When Song Minhee tried to say something, Chan opened his mouth.

“It's okay. You should come to the reunion. I can take a cab from here. ”

“Really? Okay. Praise be to it. ”

Fortunately, I felt relieved in Song Minhee's face after giving her permission. At that time, Song Minhee couldn't hide her great envy from seeing the praise that determined the great poem's behavior. I was so jealous.

The poem took the compliment to a taxi and went to a nearby restaurant to have a party with the producers. It was a typical pork belly shop.

Song Minhee naturally occupied the side of the poem, looking at it. My heart trembled just by sitting next to the poem.

The poem had a small conversation with the producers while eating meat. I used to hate this place because it was awkward, but now I don't hate it that much. I didn't feel shrugged because people treated themselves carefully and paid special attention. I felt like anyone would be arrogant because people with authority like this floated me around.

“Jules, have a drink. ”

Song Minhee, who was sitting next to me, filled the cup of the poem with beer. It was voluntarily poured into the poem, not by anyone.

“Thank you.”

I smiled lightly and drank alcohol. Song Minhee's face became greasy.

Even though I came to the banquet with the producers, Song Minhee only cared about the situation. An intelligent announcer smiled and handed it to a ripe tribal poet. While eating the meat, the poem also gave Song Minhee a drink.

“Thank you, Jules. But are you feeling okay now? I'm worried that there's no pain yet. ”

“Almost healed. Normal doesn't hurt or hurt. ”

“Thank God. I don't know how much they were worried about you for that. ”

“Thank you. Thank you for caring. Let's have a drink.”

“Yes.”

The poem drank beer with Song Minhee. Song Min-hee's announcer, who is as popular as a celebrity because she is beautiful, is explicitly enjoying it.

“Jules, take this. ”

“Thank you. I'll eat well. ”

Song Minhee, who carefully fed the poem with cheap meat. Some of the female producers around him frowned slightly, but Song Minhee continued to like the poem without caring.

After the meal, the city went to a nice bar with PD, Song Min-hee, and a few remaining producers. I've never been to a bar after a party like this before, and the situation was quite pleasant.

Song Min-hee took the seat next to the poem at the tavern. I had neurowarfare with a female writer, but I did not overcome Song Minhee who expressly showed her affection without noticing.

Song Minhee continued to follow the drink while talking to the poem.

“Oh, really? ”

Then I smiled loudly at what the poet said, and I slapped him slightly on the thigh for no reason.

“Haha. I'm out of booze, Minhee. I'll follow you. ”

“Oh, thank you. It's an honor to have Jules join us for a drink. ”

“Glory, of course. ”

Song Minhee took a light sip after the poem poured out the wine. Unlike the feminine and sophisticated appearance, Song Minhee was surprisingly strong in alcohol. Unlike the situation that was already becoming intoxicated, Song Min-hee was still perfectly sane.

“Oh, I think I'm a little drunk. ”

However, Song Min-hee, who was sober, pretended to be drunk for no reason and leaned slightly against the shoulder of the poem.

“Are you okay? Are you high? ”

“I'm a little dizzy. I'm sorry, do you mind if I stay a little while? ”

“It's okay. Do as you please. ”

“Thank you."

Song Minhee pretended to be drunk when the poem's permission fell, and leaned into the poem's arms as if she was drunk.

The female writer sitting across from me looked surprised to see Song Minhee, who was clearly doing Foxes. In fact, Song Minhee only showed a good and intellectual appearance in front of handsome male celebrities. I even refused celebrities to confess. However, since I was doing the fox like that in front of the poem, it was quite strange, but even Song Minhee felt really great.

A cheerful drink followed, and the poem talked with the producers, smiling lightly. Talking about it like that suddenly became late at night. It's a little late, so I decided to finish up here.

“Jules, I'm not sober yet, but can you take me? It's not that far from here...”

As I started to finish, Song Minhee who was leaning on the poem whispered low.

“Okay. You've had a long day because of me, and I have to take you. I'm not that drunk, so I'll take you there myself. ”

“I'm sorry. I was so drunk, I drank a little, and then I got drunk.”

“No, it's not a big deal. ”

The poem said he would take her to a woman writer who was going to take Song Minhee. Then he got drunk and put Song Min-hee in his car, who couldn't even walk properly.

The situation greeted the producers who drove drunk in dragon language, then drove the car to Song Minhee's house. Song Minhee, who was sitting on the passenger seat, still pretended to be drunk and looked at the side of the poem. My heart trembled with the sight of the poem driving to his house under a dark background. I felt unbearably fond of watching the poem dedicated to protecting the woman. I used to be attracted to the poem and like it, but now I like it even more than before. The ideal type of man Song Minhee wanted was the poem. It took a lot of lovers, but on the contrary, since there were so many lovers, it was also more accessible.

The city stopped at Song Minhee's apartment parking lot not far from Yeouido, past the Mapo Bridge.

“Here we are. Can you walk? ”

“Oh... I'm sorry. I still have a headache, so I can't walk. ”

“Okay, then I'll take you home. ”

“I'm so sorry. ”

The poem supported Song Min-hee pretending to be drunk and took her home. I took the elevator and opened the front door and seated Song Minhee on the couch myself. The miniskirt lifts slightly and reveals Song Minhee's white, elegant thighs.

“Then I'll go back. I had fun today.”

“Oh, wait a minute. Jules, you've come to my house, and I'll treat you to a drink. Take a break and go. ”

“I'm fine, but are you okay? You must be drunk. ”

“It's home, but it's okay. Enjoy your meal, Jules. ”

Song Minhee pretended to be drunk and brought liquor and simple drinks from the refrigerator. Because I used to enjoy drinking while resting, there were various beer cans in the refrigerator.

The poem sat on the couch and drank alcohol with Song Minhee, revealing her white thighs. Since Song Minhee was quite charming, she smiled or admired every time she spoke lightly. The reaction was good, so I was definitely drunk.

Song Minhee continued to drink to the poem. I was drinking and waiting for my mistake, as the previous situation was at the foreground. So I seduced the poem without lowering my miniskirt.

Song Minhee actually wanted to get along slowly with the situation, but she knew that there was no hope in that way. It was much more likely that the situation would somehow make a mistake and get close to each other from there.

I shook my head lightly to see if the drinking went up.

“I drank a lot and I'm drunk. I think I need to stop drinking. I can't go home at this rate. ”

“Make yourself comfortable. You're welcome to stay at my place. ”

It was so provocative that I didn't think it came from the mouth of an announcer with such a pretty face.

“How am I supposed to sleep in a house with a woman alone? I'm sorry, I can't do that. I'm just gonna drink this can and then I'll be on my way. ”

“I think you're a little drunk. Is that okay? If you're already drunk and don't drive a surrogate, you might not be able to go back...”

“I had fun and drank too much. I can't even drink... Maybe I should call for a surrogate...”

“Just have another drink, play with me, and get some sleep. You don't have to go too far. You don't mind if I do, do you? ”

Song Minhee secretly seduced me as the situation was troubled. It was a temptation that was hard for men to endure.

“No, I'm so sorry...”

“I'm sorry. It's fine with Jules if you don't mind the other guy. ”

Song Minhee thought for a moment and sat on the poem's lap. A red pair of provocative panties appeared as the miniskirt went up. It was the first time that Song Min-hee's face turned red and I couldn't breathe. It must have been hard for him to go this far in his normal mind, but he got drunk because he came home and drank a lot.

“Hey, you can't do this. I already have a girlfriend. You've been recording with me today, and you've been crying. ”

The situation was greatly embarrassed, but Song Min-hee rather wrapped his arms around the neck.