King of the Last Drama

"So the director decided to postpone his honeymoon?"

"Yeah, it's a window, so you're going after it."

"Of course you are."

Aunt Seo-yerin nods. However, it was only convincing, but the wrinkled face had a pale complexion.

"Do people really need to compromise on getting married at such a late age?"

"Director Kwok Tae-young is quite exhausted, and he doesn't look like a decent wife. I heard you said you needed to go."

Seo Soo-hyun's nephew's advocacy filled his tongue.

"That's what a woman should say, but a man should notice. Isn't that the only marriage you've had in your life? How unfortunate and disheartening."

"· · · Not necessarily once in a lifetime."

The indifferent calligrapher said, "Oh, stop talking. Later, I realized that it was an evil tale about a newlywed.

Well, Seo Soo-hyun also knew who his nephew was talking about.

"I told you a gentle cat would go up to the octopus first, but I didn't think it would look like a carpenter."

Seo-yerin, who had no choice, shut his mouth like a clam. Aunt shakes her head, looking at her nephew like that.

"Don't tell your mother, this Fiddy thing. I'm going to go back."

"What a long time ago. I didn't do it."

"It doesn't matter that there's a woman who was thinking about getting married. After that, you're still a fool."

Seo Soo-hyun said with a serious expression.

"A man's heart is a bird. You can crawl on two legs and fly away any time you want."

"That's in Auntie Drama."

"My drama is all about the world. Nothing from a fake."

"· · · Good job."

It's usually when there's nothing more to talk about. Seo Soo-hyun looked frustrated at his niece's reaction, but did not speak any more.

The two remained silent for a while, drinking tea.

After a while, it was my nephew who got lucky again.

"· · · So, is your aunt the opposite now?"

"In the meantime, I don't think this Fiddy is very heartless of you. That's why I've been helping."

Writer Seo Soo-hyun sighed.

"When I memorized all your manuscripts and recited them in front of me, I wanted to know what kind of bread this was, and even so, I wanted to see that the kung fu fits well, not as a man and a woman, but as a companion."

"Then · · · · ·."

"But you were mistaken."

Seo-yerin tried to say Moore again, but saw a serious face and said,

Lips that were as scarce as the personality that had recently become serene were rebuilt.

"Okay, I'm not asking you to help me anymore."

"Yerin."

"I don't know what he's thinking, but I know he has a plan. I've always been."

In other words, the choice of Kim Kyung-suk instead of Seo-yerin would be because he decided that he did not fit the plan.

First of all, we must destroy that awareness.

Starline was the place to be.

"I'm sorry about this Fiddy, but I'm going to put that drama in the National Watch. Then you'll have to change your mind."

Previously, Lee Hyun-seok's face was comparable to that of Seo-yerin when he first met her.

"· · · · · ·."

Seo Soo-hyun said no more. She, who had lived a long time in her own life, had no sense of whether to cheer her up or rebuke her.

Seo Soo-hyun, who was pondering, turned his gaze to the teacup within a minute.

'· · · will be as it should be.'

It was a factual waiver.

#

"By the way, did your mother lose her way?"

At the end of the wedding I drove home and asked.

My mother, who had texted me to go now before I started the diet, only appeared in the middle of the last 20 minutes. It was around the time I stood up to look for him, worrying that I couldn't wait.

"No, it just took me a while."

"· · · You're doing a good endoscopy, right?"

"Hey, I'll never forget that, kid. How fucking glowing you were the last time."

My mother filled my tongue.

"I don't know what a doctor would say is enough once and a half a year to go to a university hospital and get it every month."

"Mother."

"Hey, I knew it!"

My mother was nervous, but this was uncompromising for me.

In the old days, the mother's signature was stomach cancer. It was too late when he found out that he hated medical examinations.

When the time comes, there will be signs from now on. I want you to receive it every week for two weeks.

Even though the doctor convinced me that it was not enough once a month to overdo it and that it could be a bigger burden, I had no choice but to feel suspicious.

"I've become a non-attenuated child, anyway. I used to be so cute."

"Nappie show."

Did you squeeze when I was looking at the front? Beep, right? Stick Cook in the shoulder. However, this lady doesn't know the speed of the man.

My mother used to say that it wasn't enough, and I started sighing for the ground to split.

"I should have shown you an album the last time Donna came. You had a picture of him with a guitar. My kid was this beautiful, and he did it."

"· · · Wouldn't that be enough to solve the problem?"

I don't know when the title became "Donna." In the case of the calligrapher, he is still a standing writer, and even when he comes to Gia, he is still a sheep.

What did he like so much?

"That's it, that's it. I'm not counting on you anymore. Get married and have a daughter-in-law. That would be quick."

"I don't know."

I handed it over with a moderate blur of speech.

Well, if you don't intend to get married, you'll start screaming right now, so it was Dory's fault.

Anyway, my mother shook her head and asked me,

"By the way, Prefect."

"Why, again."

"You guys have those girls in the company, right?"

"Girls?"

"Well, a lot of kids dance and sing and do that."

"Girl group."

"Yeah. Kids who know what an air conditioner is."

Air-conditioning. It was the title of the dog that screamed right away.

I swallowed my own laughter and asked.

"This is Aeryz. What are they doing?"

"I heard from someone today that there are a lot of youngest kids there, so be careful. Really?"

After a brief interval, I asked.

"Who is it?"

"I won't say."

"· · · · · ·."

#

I convinced my mother that there was no such fact, but it was not good to believe anything I heard from anyone.

My mother was reluctant to accept it, but not convincing.

Anyway, it reminded me of a time when I heard a useless sound from a place where I was never too young to be careful. I've never been hit before.

And it's been two days since.

"Look, I think I need to see the future and live!"

"· · · · · ·."

What are you talking about?

The puppy, how he accepted my ridiculous look, held his face for a while. But he soon raised his voice even more.

"Old love is old love! The bus is coming, Benz!"

"You've never been on a bus or anything, you idiot!"

I looked at Barack Barack's puppy with my ears drawn to my third sister.

The second sister, Ms. Zuri, bowed her head and chased after her. At a distance, I heard the voice of the three shouting clearly.

"Do you really want to do this? Dorsin? Dog? Dorsin?!"

"No, you idiot! I have to tell you for sure now!"

"What I can tell you for sure is that your head has finally come to a meeting, you little bitch!"

"Guys, you can hear everything!"

The shooting staff were looking at this march with a bruised expression. Within a week, the heavily jumped rod lowers its head and becomes invisible. The rod and rod face each other, raising their heads.

Kim Chul Sunbae was smiling and didn't know whether to laugh or not.

Don't you think he's a bus?]

There's nothing you can't say to a child who hasn't been married. '

Well, I don't know.

I don't know if the broken watch is right twice a day or if my mother is right sometimes.

I turned my gaze. Kim Kyung-suk, who was following him, had a calm face because he couldn't wait.

"· · · What, that crazy kid?"

"That's not usually the case."

I was forced to say: It's the face you saw at the shoot, but you two never talked.

Writer Kim Kyung-suk had a frivolous look, but soon changed his face.

"Miss Lee Lee, are you there yet?"

"He says he'll be here soon."

"All right, let's get started."

Kim Kyung-suk took three manuscripts out of the bag and put them up.

"I changed the middle course a little bit, because it's set behind me anyway. Let's call it A to C in turn."

"Well done."

I said with sincerity.

In general, scripts can come out late, but they cannot be replaced by implications. This is because the basic tasks such as sourcing places or commissioning songs are performed according to what has already come out.

Therefore, changing the script can only be done by changing the details to the music that has already been completed in a predetermined place.

It's not easy to say. It's not a dizzy skill. Even more so when the workload of picking three at the same time.

"What's the difference between each?"

"It's a very stressful sequence for actors. The last thing is better, but I think Miss Lee should go through a bit of trouble."

"· · · What does that mean?"

"You have to play three personalities at the same time."

Mmm.

I trust the transfer quite a bit, but no matter how much it takes, it's a bit too much. I picked it up from the second manuscript.

"Can I see it, too?"

What a surprise.

I turned my head in astonishment, and I was standing like a ghost.

"Take a look around."

"Yee."

After saying something bad about Young's heart, Lee replied with a disdainful smile and began to look at the manuscript.

I feel so weird.

"You change your personality three times while eating toasted rice cakes?"

"Can you do that?"

"Yeah, I love roast."

Kim Kyung-suk looks like a piece of shit. Then or never, Lee looked back at me.

"How's the director?"

"I don't like it."

I don't really like bread in the first place.

"You sucked."

Lee Seong-gil laughed.

"I knew you would."

"· · · · · ·."

Me and Writer Kyung-suk changed their gaze quietly.

Did he eat something wrong?

166 The victory and the defeat depend on the city. (12) End