King of the Last Drama

The time has passed. It was a long time before the Red Gigi almost disappeared from Seo-yerin's face.

However, Seo Soo-hyun was still suffering from osteoporosis.

For a long time, this was what I barely said when I was looking for a word to describe Moore.

"It's the first time I've had to grind a cheap pot like that in my life."

When I heard that, Seo-yerin laughed and kicked me.

"You like it?"

Aunt howled her eyes.

"It just flashes on a subject you've been working on all week, doesn't it? What are you laughing at?"

"No, I think my aunt was only five times."

"· · · · · ·."

Seo Soo-hyun closed his mouth.

With a frowny face, he swallows only water.

A short silence passed.

"Aunt."

"Why."

"I think I've been fooling around."

"I knew it would be quick."

Seo Soo-hyun looks fat.

"When I said that, I didn't even hear it with my ear back."

"· · · Yes."

I felt a great deal of confidence in front of the station's president. I had a heavy expectation that you could do it, of course.

After being so stubborn, he ended up getting civil again.

I had to reflect, but I kept laughing.

"Huhu."

"I'll call your mother in advance. It's no use raising my daughter so get out of here early."

Even in the voice of a gimmick thorn, Seo-yerin only smiles.

It's completely tasty.

Well, Seo Soo-hyun, who had a tongue, did not understand that sentiment as a writer.

On the contrary, it makes too much sense.

"You look like a cowboy."

This is the limit to complaining at all costs.

"· · · So, what are you going to do?"

"You should go back and apologize."

"And?"

"Of course, I'll rewrite it."

Seo-yerin picked up an old manuscript in front of Seo Soo-hyun.

First Research Journal .

I turned it over and chewed it up. I decided to open my face in less than a few pages.

There are too many crude corners now. The ambassador's response is also a mess. That's why I hit him.

"· · · When I wrote this, I didn't even think that I would go over 30 percent of the viewing."

I may be jealous of where such a ridiculous success is if I hear it.

But I wasn't forced to be driven by the viewers' reactions.

I just wanted to write a good story. I just wanted someone to tell me it wasn't bad.

And one of them remembered this, not any other manuscript.

There must have been something in here. No, there's still time.

"I think I know a little bit. I don't know what to write."

Seo Soo-hyun turned his head with a humming voice.

It was a quite subtle voice, a mix of satisfaction and annoyance.

The silence was flowing like that. Seo-yerin said a little.

"Aunt, I have one thing to confess."

Seo Soo-hyun narrowed his eyes. To say something else.

"What is it?"

"Actually, I didn't think it was a space giant clam."

"· · · · · Yes."

Auntie was greatly reassured.

#

It was precisely the next day that writer Seo-yerin put his face out again.

"I'm sorry for being rude, Mr. Fiddy."

Bow your head with a respectful attitude.

"Oh, yes or no."

Seeing that, I couldn't help but tremble.

What is this?

In fact, it doesn't take half a day.

'· · · Seo Soo-hyun writer isn't too great?'

[I'm glad my neck was broken.]

Kim Chul Sunbae turned his nose fart.

Pretending not to be a stand-up writer, the subtle anxiety aroused in the scene.

"Haha, thank goodness."

"· · · Tell me about it in advance next time."

Hong Ji-ho laughed and Idona let Tung go.

But it was Gia who was most welcome.

"Sister Yerin, I was worried!"

"Yes, thank you."

A calligrapher smiles softly and hugs her running.

"Won't you tell me what's going on?"

"I'll buy you something delicious."

"To hand it over like that again!"

It's a blurry sight.

However, Gia, who was wandering around with a secure face, stopped. Look at your face quietly with a smile on your head.

"What's wrong? What did you bury?"

"No, I'm just saying."

"Just?"

"· · · Nothing."

The eyebrows, which were slightly narrowed, lengthened as if they were illusions.

The shooting has begun.

"The lights are a little vague."

"What do we do, Mr. Fiddy? Let's change the reflective plate."

"No, let's just cut the fillets and confirm the contrast. Susa, I don't have anything to do with this. Tell Idona that this is the last time."

"Yes!"

During the schedule, the calligrapher kept an eye on the scene.

I listened to the script with a frowny expression and was slightly different from the time I was busy doing it.

I go through Idona, I go through Hong Ji Ho, and I go through the fame longer than anyone else. And then there's something the bear thinks.

After carefully digesting the shoot schedule, the calligrapher said in the conference room.

"I want to leave Gia with an episode."

I frowned. I thought it might be better, but you're still saying that.

The calligrapher smiles and shakes her head to see if she has read my face.

"It's just this episode, and of course I'm going to touch it."

"Mmm."

"And, if possible, I want to change the direction of the script. I think I'm gonna need some time."

My head curled up without even knowing.

"Do you mean to change?"

"I'm going to keep the big frame. I'm just trying to change my feelings a little bit."

"Then, have a little chat with me."

"No, I'm sorry, but let me squeeze Xian myself."

Slightly avoiding the look on your face.

"It's close to my greed. If this isn't what you think, you can just throw it in the trash."

"Mmm."

I didn't understand it well. Is there a reason to carry such a risk?

However, the face of the calligrapher was quite good.

What am I supposed to say?

It's like before the regression, I remember the last time I met him when I left.

Maybe even then, it's like this.

[Anyway, you have to accept this, Hyun-seok.]

Kim Chul sunbae woke me up.

[Didn't you give up the barracks after 1, 2? One episode is four. You can't miss a chance like this.]

I frowned for a moment, and I became absurd.

'That makes no sense. Forgot the Simultaneous Craft Trap?'

If Diego's "theatrical" outburst gains about 90 percent of the bar, only 10 percent of everything can go back to nothing.

How many times have I mentioned this before?

But why did you follow Kim Chul's tongue?

[Prefect. Slowly admit it.]

"What?"

[That thing, no matter how you look at it, is a dead end.]

'Does that make any sense?'

I couldn't resist much.

'Have you seen Diego's predecessors? That guy can't be.'

It was a short time, but he and I had a spiritual exchange.

If my overall mentor is Kim Chul's senior, it's no exaggeration to call him Diego Rodriguez.

He even keeps the proverbial "The Beginning of the Barracks is Leading." The reporters of the one-dollar broadcast date were frightened of me.

America is crazy enough to put out its tongue in Korea.

Aren't all the conditions perfectly in place?

[Admit it. Your friend is dead. I went to America.]

'Are you done talking now?'

I fought with Kim Chul Sunbae for a long time, but I couldn't cover the battle.

However, the fight ended freshly because Gia started to write the episode with a nostril.

The message thread nailed me as I sighed.

'Simultaneous production' target has been determined.

The work is 20 paintings in the Research Journal and 1 painting in The Fall of Vulcan.

· · · Anxious.

And I don't want to spend it all on subtitles.

It was around that time that I was feeling so cool.

I got a call. It was Ozzie CP.

Oh, this Fiddy. How much time do you have?

"Absolutely. Why do you do that?"

That's what I told you last time.

· · · Hoo.

I had a smile on my mouth without even knowing.

How nice to meet you.

Seeing Kim Chul Senior, he has a very nasty smile. It's not a face that can smile as gently as I do, so there's no way.

We smiled face to face for a while.

#

When I arrived at SBC Saoqok, my gaze was focused everywhere.

I had that feeling before, but it felt much better after the franchise started.

Well, there's no air flow as hostile as the old KBC, so I wanted to.

I took the elevator to the Drama Bureau, and I found a conference room in it.

"Oh, you Fiddy. Are you here?"

Ozzie Ho CP stood up and hit me.

"You're already here."

"Sorry, I'm a little late."

"No."

A familiar woman stood up and stretched out her hand. I also shook hands with producers Siraka and Rica with a smile.

I'm here for a copyright agreement from TV Yorubi.

I originally wanted to come a lot earlier, but I didn't have much work to do here either.

And, of course, there was another.

When I turned my gaze, the young man who was forced to look in front of me bowed his head.

"Hey, there. It's an honor to meet you! It's called Shirakawa Saito!"

I couldn't help laughing.

That's him.

For my perfect plan, you're the fucking one who blew 90 percent of the chances.

"· · · Yes, nice to meet you. Lee Hyun-seok."

He tears his mouth and shook hands. Why did the prophet stop and look at him?

"Hey, there."

Ozzie Ho CP quickly stepped up and laughed.

"Haha, this Fiddy looks a little bit like that, but he's welcoming. Isn't that right?"

"Absolutely."

I releasing my strength from my eyes.

Don't be welcome.

How can I not welcome you to the tomb with my feet?

Yeah. How do I hear you were so good at boiling this guy?

073 Water and Fish (4) End