Outside the Western Restaurant—

When Han Jiaren followed Song Zhichao to get on the bus, she was recognized by several pedestrians on the roadside.

"Hey, look, is that Han Jiaren?"

"It's her! Oh my God, she is more beautiful than on TV!"

"I like the scenes she acts very much!"

"Me too!"

Since Han Jiaren became a star, she has been surrounded by movie fans and media reporters. Now she has learned to be smart. When she saw this situation, she immediately got on the car and said to Song Zhichao: "Go away!"

Song Zhichao glanced at the movie fans who were about to come over outside. Seeing that Quan Wulie was helping to stop him, he said, "It doesn't matter, Quan Wulie used to be a criminal policeman, and he is very good at doing this job!"

After saying that, he turned his head and glanced at Han Jiaren and said, "To be honest, are you very proud to see so many movie fans like you?"

"Of course! I'm so proud!" Han Jiaren became more and more proud of her. She took the airs of a big star and pointed out Song Zhichao: "Driving - my royal driver!"

Song Zhichao, smile.

...

The hotel where Han Jiaren stays needs to pass a long tunnel.

Song Zhichao carried her, and the two of them talked and laughed all the way.

Song Zhichao hasn't been so happy for a long time.

During this period, he was intrigued and intrigued by many Korean chaebols, and it was rare to relax at this moment.

The same is true for Han Jiaren. I feel that I haven’t sat happily with Song Zhichao for a long time and talked.

Since becoming an artist, both life and career have been busy, and it is impossible to get some private space and time.

Perhaps, this is the price of being a star, and Han Jiaren can do nothing about it.

at this time--

Song Zhichao had already driven the car out of the tunnel, with an overpass in front of it.

But it was obvious that there was some traffic jam on the bridge - rows of vehicles turned into a long queue, blocking them tightly in front.

Song Zhichao lowered the car speed and ranked behind in order.

Han Jiaren looked at the "long dragon" of the car in front of her and couldn't help but curse: "Damn Seoul, it's really annoying to have traffic jams so late!"

But soon, her face changed a little.

She reached out to cover her stomach.

Seeing her expression uncomfortable, Song Zhichao said in surprise: "What's wrong?"

Han Jiaren: "Everyone blames you, the crow's mouth! My belly...uh, it's a little uncomfortable."

Han Jiaren rubbed her stomach and her face turned pale.

Song Zhichao remembered that he had reminded her before, asking her to eat less Western food, especially those raw and cold, which are difficult to digest and can easily hurt her stomach.

"What, is it so uncomfortable?"

Han Jiaren nodded, and soon all her cold sweat broke out. "Maybe it was because of eating that French lobster - life is so bad that I can't accept this high-end food!" Then she asked, "Where is a toilet? I want to go to the toilet!"

Song Zhichao looked around and said, "I'm patient and I'm sorry, this is a viaduct."

Han Jiaren tightened her fists, "But, I feel very uncomfortable!"

"Hold on—Fight!" Song Zhichao "come" for her.

...

In a moment—

Han Jiaren bit her cuffs and was almost crying.

"No, I can't help it! It's almost sprayed out, I really... I can't help it!"

"If you hold on, the car in front has already started to move." Song Zhichao cheered her up, "There is a saying in China that persistence is victory!"

Han Jiaren whined and choked.

Finally, the traffic flow was loose, and Song Zhichao hurriedly drove across the viaduct.

During this period, Han Jiaren, a big star who was as arrogant as a peacock, twisted around her seat, and it seemed like life was worse than death.

When the car drove into the middle of the bridge, Han Jiaren called for help again, "No! It's really not possible!"

Song Zhichao: “…”

He took out a black plastic bag from the side and handed it to her, "Try this!"

Han Jiaren: “…”

My pretty face, which was originally pale, blushed in an instant: "No way, you asked me to take a bag and solve it in the car?"

"No! I mean you can put the bag on and go down and fix it!"

Han Jiaren: “…”

Extremely angry!

"Go to death, damn guy!" He tore the bag to pieces.

Song Zhichao reminded her: "I forgot to tell you that there is only one bag in the car."

Han Jiaren: “…”

I looked at the plastic bag that had been "smashed" by her with some regret.

...

The BMW sedan finally crossed the abominable viaduct.

At this time, Han Jiaren felt that she was about to collapse and was about to die.

She was sweating profusely, her stomach kept twitching and whining.

She used a lot of perseverance to hold back nothing.

"Stop...stop, hurry up - I want to go to the bathroom!" Han Jiaren didn't know how these words came out.

Song Zhichao looked around and it was very empty, but it was close to the beach. Some people were fishing under the night sky and could vaguely hear the sound of waves.

Song Zhichao: "It is not convenient to park here, and I'm about to arrive at the location, so you can bear it!"

"What, I really can't help it!" Han Jiaren said in a crying voice. "Please, it's there to solve it! I'm going to spray... it's spraying!"

Song Zhichao: “…”

I quickly turned the steering wheel and quickly parked the BMW on the side of the road.

Before the car could stop, Han Jiaren could not wait to push open the car door, covered her butt with her hands, crossed the seawall, and rushed towards the beach not far away.

Fortunately, there is a reef near the beach, and it is like a low wall in the dark, which can still block the eyes.

Han Jiaren could no longer care about many things, and hid directly behind the reef, and then started... well... haha...!

Song Zhichao stood in front of her and helped her block her view.

From time to time, there are people fishing at night, people who are blowing the wind pass by the seawall in the distance, and the lights of vehicles sweep in front of the reef.

Han Jiaren squatted there, her eyes closed, and hypnotized herself: "I can't see me! I can't see me!"

Song Zhichao covered his nose: "Don't worry, I'll help you watch, you can solve it slowly."

Han Jiaren was almost crying.

After all, I am a star now, a beauty surrounded by halos.

My pride, my own self-esteem, and my beauty are like flowers - at this moment I was destroyed by this sudden "splash"!

How will Song Zhichao see himself in the future?

Han Jiaren with diarrhea?

Miss diarrhea?

Or the princess with diarrhea?

Oh my God, how should I face him?

...

soon--

Solved!

Han Jiaren breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the unlucky reef, wondering if she would write a warning or something on it.

"If you don't care, you will almost be unable to live!" Han Jiaren hurriedly fled to the car.

Song Zhichao followed slowly behind him.

Han Jiaren sat upright in the car, silent.
To be continued...