King of the Last Drama

FMC Entertainment is a mediocre entertainment planner.

A few celebrities with vague awareness. An ambitious but poorly debuted and scattered group of trainees.

It was only recently that the Savior came down to those who did not leak through the fistula and endured nearsightedness.

"Why on earth do you hate everything?!"

And here was a woman who was shouting with pride to the Savior.

Kang Joo's manager nervously lowered the script that was stacked like a pile of sandwiches.

"That's how many scenarios there are! But you don't like anything?!"

"Yes."

The transfer was positive with a calm expression. Then he added as if he was eager to give it to the courageous speaker.

"And we still have the" Research Journal "shot."

"You don't even have a role to play there, do you?"

"Well, yeah."

"Then can I appear elsewhere?!"

At that time, Lee kept his mouth shut. Kang Ju-yeon's manager owes him a handshake with a feverish expression.

She barely silenced her voice and said it sounded soothing.

"· · · Yes. I understand you went to" Like a play, "and I owe Lee Hyun-seok Fiddy. But you volunteered for the ceremony, didn't you? Then we don't owe each other."

"I only use it in front of the numbers, sister."

Lee Seong-soo said.

"And it was you who rescued me that almost got buried."

· · · I think it was civil war when I went back there.

Lee Lee sighed a little.

'So I was the opposite. Not that kind of crazy.'

The manager stared at the transfer. All I want to breathe is to look like myself.

But in the end, I closed my mouth without speaking any more.

Previously, in a series of events surrounding KBC before and after the awards ceremony, the transfer was quite unstable.

FMC, who had never been so impressed, was appalled. It was originally because I thought it would be better to leave the talent manager with the responsibility of supervising the management.

Of course, I didn't think he was wrong. After a while, he thought that the theory of brightening up like his peers was his ball, so he was clueless.

But it didn't last long. The transfer became increasingly authoritarian, but in a few months, it became quite contagious.

This is no different than before.

"Well, he's the same person."

"· · · · · ·?"

Often I didn't even know English like this. Lee opened his base and asked.

"Why don't you meet yourself ten years later?"

"· · · What?"

"What am I supposed to say if I'm able to do this, be so successful, and meet myself in the afterglow?"

The manager blinked.

"That would be good."

"Is that so?"

Lee Lee Lee sighed.

"But at the same time, if there's a problem that anyone wants to see, 'Wow, this isn't it'?"

"Huh?"

"Is it really possible for me to be like this? What if my head tastes so good that I'm obsessed with meetings?"

Kang Joo-yeon wants to talk nonsense again.

"Are you going to continue this conversation?"

"· · · I'll quit. It's not much fun."

I pushed the stack of scripts.

"Anyway, I don't intend to appear anywhere else until after the" Research Journal ". Obviously, we're going to make a fuss."

"· · · Who? Lee Hyun-seok Fiddy?"

"No, that's it."

Lee hesitated for a moment. The manager explicitly impressed with how he accepted it.

"I don't like him. You have to do that, but you can interfere as you like."

Lee Lee had a suspicious look.

"I wanted to leave you alone. You don't seem to be interfering."

"Don't say you don't know. I tried to find your father before."

Oh, and the speaker shut his mouth for a moment. The moment the face of the sworn transfer fell down as cool as my name.

"· · · Why do you do that?"

The voice that followed was also stiff. However, the speaker softened his voice and tiled.

"No. I can't stop calling it a bloodline. I don't know what happened to each other, but you understand."

It was an attitude that only man could have if he was convinced that Orod was right. Lee Seong-yeon barely tolerated that nonsense.

She thought in many ways about what she did, but the least she understood was that she did not remove the human in front of her eyes.

What the hell were you thinking?

"· · · So, what did he say?"

"Oh, when you say that to your father,"

"Sister."

"· · · Sorry, I didn't see you."

The heat lifts the eyebrows. Kang Joo-yeon noticed.

"He was in service. I'm glad you had a little work before."

Hm, and Lee Seong-yeon snorted. You must be embarrassed. The accent quickly added to that attitude.

"But Lee Hyun-Seok said he was involved."

A moment of silence descended. The voice that followed was distressing.

"· · · ·"

"How did you get the evidence?" he said, striking him and handing it to the police. "

"· · · · · ·."

"Why the hell would you do that when you hit this image?"

While ignoring the manager of Kang starring, he remained steady.

Thank you. If possible, I would like to visit and bow down.

But, before that.

"So, Lee Hyun-seok, did you know where my father lived before?"

"Of course I am."

"· · · And the past, and the evidence?"

"Yes. That's what creeps me out, me!"

Manager Kang Joo said he was annoyed.

No, this isn't creepy. The latter may not be, but the former is not in the memory of the transfer.

It is not possible if this is the way it has been.

But unfortunately, she had only one answer to explain the abomination.

And if you're right about that,

"Wow."

In an instant, I muttered, ignoring the rhyme of the puzzle.

"· · · Something went wrong."

"Yeah, it's a big deal."

No, it's probably hundreds of times bigger than you think.

The transfer wrapped around his head.

By way of analogy, we ended up in "Like a Theatre." I haven't even noticed that he's succeeded in that yet.

No one who is barely refraining now came back and felt how he would move once he encountered this memory.

"So, no. You should stay a little distance from Lee Hyun-seok."

Without knowing the speed of the ride, the manager starts to stretch the bullshit again. I quickly stopped thinking about the irritated transfer there.

'· · · If you're going to flip over, I want you to remove this person as well.'

That was the least positive idea I could do right now.

#

"I'm here today!"

"Well done!"

As I cried out the last cut, the shooting was over. The staff went into the backyard busy.

An actress baptized me in the middle of a tumult. It was a clean, unassuming smile that I should take the camera with me right away.

A face that no one can like.

· · · If her name wasn't Idona, so would I.

As I turned my gaze away, someone approached me. It was Hong Ji Ho.

"· · · Have you just seen this Fiddy?"

"Yes."

It looks half-frozen.

"Really? I think Donna just told me she did a great job."

"Yes."

"Donna."

I repeated it because the Hongji-ho was ignorant. By tapping his shoulders, I assured him that there was no problem with his ears.

"And, you know, I said, In the meantime, I'm sorry for making you talk so hard."

Hong Ji-ho stopped talking and shook his head. His face was full of physiological aversion.

"What? Who the hell is that?"

That's what I wanted to say.

Idona's reaction to the ride that followed a few days ago was staggered.

The person who was not very friendly ended up feeling better than Donna these days, but the person who knew her well was frightened, and the bad smoke around Hong Ji Ho used to get frozen as it is now.

Of course, I couldn't help but be creepy.

The most frightening thing was that no matter how much I ripped it off, I didn't think it was a bloody smoke. If such a level of smoke is possible, perhaps we should put it at a similar rate to the one taken by Maneb.

But when I thought of the motive, I could only sigh.

Do you usually think I've lost my pride? There's something you can see in it. '

[· · · · · ·.]

'· · · Senior?'

Uh, yeah.]

Let me guess, the senior avoided the sluggish gaze.

Kim Chul Sunbae has been frozen since a few days. Even though Idona's transformation was gradually shocking, it was a bit excessive.

"Anyway, how about that, Fiddy?"

Hong Ji Ho said, "That's it."

"If you look at that scary little cock, you're going to try to catch an emotional line, but you're going to be pushy."

"· · · You have a lot of NGs today."

I scratched my chin. However, I had no intention of hiring Idona for the new drama.

· · · Honestly, if you're a good actor who can now drag the scene by himself, you're disgusting.

Someone greeted me while I was pondering how to do it for a while.

"Well done, Director, Senior!"

"Oh, yes. Well done, Mr. Ara. You had a good acting today."

Hong Ji Ho smiled and greeted me with a smile and looked at me. I nodded my head late, too.

"· · · Yes. It wasn't bad."

"Thank you!"

The puppy smiled brightly at me.

· · · I turned my eyes and looked at the Red Ji Ho.

"Anyway, Mr. Idona, I'm going to make a quick joke. If you don't say something like that, I think you're going to continue."

"I'm going to ask you a favor. If he's stubborn, maybe he really is."

Hong Ji-ho grabbed my hand with a desperate expression.

"Hey, what are you talking about?"

"Oh, that's it."

Hong Ji Ho explained the situation to the dog who did not know the English expression. However, the puppy's expression became even more bizarre.

"Smoke? That?"

"Completeness is high."

"No, I don't think so."

He raised his finger and bowed his head in astonishment, trying to say "Moore."

"No, nothing! I'm sorry for being rude!"

In response to the sudden change, Hong Ji-ho made a dumb face.

Once, after telling me about my misunderstanding, my puppy kept blatant words in front of me.

· · · Well, that was convenient for me as well.

Then, the phone rang.

· · · Hmm?

The moment I checked the caller, I frowned.

"Well, then we'll go."

Hongji-ho, who had read my notice, withdrew with the puppy. I nodded and peered and turned my gaze again.

He's an unexpected person.

I received it from Seo Soo-hyun writer and registered it just in case. I never actually spoke to him.

The caller, Ran, had the name of MBS Wongwon Hun.

108 Elephant Knowledgeable Blind (2) End