The World of Masks

Take a gesture of surrender with your hands raised. He walked over his shoulder and hugged Yurin.

"I've had a little more humor."

"Hehe, you haven't worked on foam for half a year?"

I looked down at Yurin with a expressionless face, her eyes returning. Yoo Rin glanced up at him with a cheeky look. A moment of silence. The first declaration of defeat was an endless stabbing of Yurin for this matter. Her eyes shaking for a moment, staring directly into the eyes of Jinsuk, and she rolls her glug and looks away. Soon, I even went back to the side along the pupils of my eyes. I don't know if I feel bad, but I felt a little sweaty.

Exactly!

Jinsuk squeezes Yurin's head slightly, without malice.

"I haven't worked in half a year."

Yurin's presumptuous actions were foaming at the mouth of those who put their résumés here and there for the future and were forced to listen to the concept of passionate pay and struggling to get a better job somehow. When I grew up under my father's overprotective protection and worked as a pure hobby, it was even more impossible to think about it when I ran away crying for less than half a year.

No matter how much it hurt, Yurin glanced up at the corners of his eyes with tears. This time, it was his turn to look away.

"How's it going, by the way?"

Jin hurries back. Fortunately, Yoo Rin also agreed to the conversation.

"First of all, I honestly don't have much to touch with the staff because they're all capable."

It was enough to put two or two people into slavery that the Jinsuk did not yet belong elsewhere. That power will be reliable. Honestly, I had no expectation of Yoo Rin's manageability at all. I just assumed the position as the President's lover by looking at his business card and Yurin's good heart. If you think about it, it's a huge parachute. In other words, the advantage was that there was no such thing as visa funds or tax portals for Yurin.

Jinseok looked around the room. It was somewhat decorated but did not say it was glamorous or luxurious. No, I thought it was rather modest.

"But is the founding ceremony okay with this? I could make it a little bigger. I mean, don't you think it's customary to cut the yellow tape in a place like this?"

It was such a small founding ceremony that he called his acquaintances and put a stubborn thought on the pig's head and ate food. Different from a large-scale founding ceremony where people wear white gloves, cut yellow tape with scissors, and even call it a business trip buffet. I don't know if it's a small foundation, but if you think about the money that Jin has invested now, the founding ceremony of breaking the yellow tape is the right size.

However, Yurin shakes his head excitedly.

"It's a waste of money."

Of course, the scale down of the founding ceremony was also driven by Yurin's strong opinions.

Knock, knock!

"Do you have Yoo Rin?"

As you hear a familiar voice with a knock, the two eyes head toward the visit at the same time. Yurin's face brightens.

"Dad."

The door opened and the seat came in. Gayoung was also standing next to him. Yurin runs to the side and hugs them.

"Welcome, Mom and Dad."

Ga Young patted her on the back, making sure she didn't hate her older daughter's adolescence. The seat next to him frowned slightly. With his patriarchal disposition, a big, so-called widow would not look so chivalrous. But there was definitely a smile in his eyes. Whatever his tendency, Yu-rin was definitely a beautiful only daughter who wouldn't hurt in the eyes.

"Welcome."

A quarterback walks in from behind.

"Were you here first?"

"Yes, it's probably the founding ceremony of the Yurin Foundation."

"I can't believe I actually built this."

The seats were covered with tongues. I used to say that, and I was sure the truth was a reliable young man, but to be honest, it was hard to believe until the founding ceremony was so prosperous. Moreover, the foundation's funding was enormous.

'Dragon, Dragon.'

It was the image of a square in the eyes of the top seats. A dragon born of an extinct bloodline. I carried several female sharks, not dragons, but a dragon to put a barley in a very package and ascend to heaven.

Appearance doesn't stand out much. Not handsome, not ugly, just ordinary. If you go out and look around, it's a level that you can find soon. If you throw it in a place that people like Gangnam and Apgujeong are really designing, I'm sorry to tell my future son-in-law, but it was a little far-fetched.

But that was it.

I volunteer with Yoo Rin, who is famous for her good temper. No, if you listen to me, you'll be the first in line. Even after some research done by the previous masters, it turned out that he was a good human being.

Ability? Already a legitimate company, it has grown to such a large extent that it cannot be found in the world. Surprisingly, it was not that popular in Korea. It is because the parent company of Jin's company is an investment company of American nationality. In American society, however, the Golden Rix was already a legend, and its owner was already receiving enormous focus. In Korea, the identity of authenticity was becoming increasingly known to South Koreans by masscom, which is famous in the financial world and is starting to find interesting.

What was even more surprising was that the authenticity was an embroidery style. The illusion of the reign of second year in drama etc. spreads strangely, but it cannot be compared to the founder. If its founder is a big company that even the world recognizes, then · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·.

It turned out that although he preferred households with lower wealth than his family property for his daughter's happiness, he had this level of filial piety. To be honest, he didn't want to miss out.

'Well, you don't seem to want to break up.'

I can see her talking happily with her son-in-law. He glanced at the top of his head with satisfaction.

"Does it look good?"

Ga-young said quietly next to me.

Sun-nam Sun-nyeo, the faithful and kind husband and the inviting and modest wife. It was the happy family of my daughter who was painted at the top. But there was something about my father's pride. Eventually, I said something out loud.

"Hmph, but I still miss my daughter."

"This is."

It was my father's stubbornness that I could never give up.

"You, be careful now."

Ga-young tilts her head due to the sudden words from the top of her head.

"Our son-in-law. He's bigger than you think. Probably a lot of people lining up. I don't accept things like that because of my son-in-law's personality, but I usually go to the people around me if it doesn't work for me. I have no parents, no relatives, so the only problem is my wife and family. They're gonna be swarming all over the place to line us both up."

Where there's rotten food, flies twist. Where there's money, people twist. It was not as genuine as it was genuine, but it still had a prosperous business, so I knew it better than anyone else.

"The wrong money or a favor might just hurt the son-in-law's face, and his attitude might change."

"He's not that young."

I liked Ga-young already. I didn't think that good boy would show an obstructed attitude to Yurin for that reason.

"That's what I think. But there's nothing wrong with being careful. You're not a man who needs money enough for you or me anyway. Don't let Yoo Rin get caught."

After all, he wanted to die for his daughter and son-in-law. Ga Young silently smiled at the top of her head. I didn't like it, but the top brass was genuinely cheering for the two of them. The evidence was that he had already been cautious to avoid harming his son-in-law who had never been married. And they're naming it "The Immense Sense of Belonging."

"Don't worry. You're a judge who might die after spending all the money you make."

He nods softly. He looks at Jinseok and Yureen, who are deeply in love with the story. His eyes were definitely full of joy, but he occasionally twitched his eyebrows as if he didn't like it. Ga Young, who had lived for decades at the age of several, quickly realized the thoughts of the top. I turned my head and choked my mouth and swallowed a bursting smile. Obviously, he is satisfied with the joy of the two lovers, but he often has bad feelings towards the thief who stole his daughter. Men are children when they grow up. Ga Young looked at the top and realized thoroughly.