"Young Master, are you going to the airport directly?"

The driver's re-inquiry made Park Tae-yeon come back to his senses, and he nodded after thinking: "Well, please go straight to go? By the way, will you pass by the Marriott Hotel?"

"Yeah, pass by." The driver looked very eyebrow and didn't say anything about the topic of getting on the elevated road faster.

"Well, let's go there first! Don't turn it off, it's just a while." Park Tae-yeon said, watching the driver turn off the radio so that he doesn't need to turn it off. He also did a lot of PDs of radio programs, so he still likes to listen to radio programs.

"Can the young master understand?"

"Barely." Park Tae-yeon was telling the truth. Cantonese still sounded very difficult to him. As the host blasted the show name, he hesitated and asked: "1872.....Go to the Garden? Did you hear it right?"

"Well, the audience calls the show." Park Tae-yeon nodded. It was a little different from his Kiss Radio Station. Kiss is considered a music program but also has some emotional factors. Should this be considered an emotional program?

I listened to the radio program casually, holding my cell phone in my hand, and was hesitant to see them.

It has been almost a month since Taeyeon left the UK. In the first half of this month, I didn’t pay much attention to her. It felt like the roles of the two seemed to have changed.

In the past, I was always looking for trouble and harassed her while I had nothing to do, but recently she was always looking for topics to talk with him. However, Park Tae-yeon often remembered someone's gaze while talking, and many topics couldn't be discussed.

When you flirt with girls, you are watched by others anytime and anywhere. Park Tae-yeon is also a person who wants to be ashamed, but now it is not as simple as watching.

As for Yoona, she has been looking for him less and less often, and I don’t know if it’s because she will be on a new drama soon or other factors. Anyway, I haven’t seen her for almost three months.

Hurry up! He said that to Xika, but when he was going back from a private plane, he was not very nervous about flight time, and it was not too difficult to coordinate the flight departure and landing in the middle of the night. Well, the most important thing is that this is Jiang Xueqi's place.

Calling back and forth on the phone, looking at the names of the two people hesitantly, would they call? Who should I call? I am in Xiangjiang, and I don’t both phone calls with them. I will definitely make them unhappy at that time, right?

"The following is the special line area of ​​Zhaihehe. If you have any questions about love, please call: XXX-XXX, who will be the lucky audience today? I will come back and announce it after the advertisement."

Park Tae-yeon, who was playing with his mobile phone, entered the number casually, then looked at the driver and asked, "What type of link is this? Can you order a song?"

"Ah? Zhai Hehe, aren't you making a love rescue area?" The driver looked at Park Tae-yeon with a playful look: "This is the audience calling to talk about love issues. The host will only use a gentle tone (not a scolding tone) to answer the audience's problems with love. If the host uses a scolding tone, the host will invite two other hosts to have a midnight snack that night or the next day."

"Ha" Park Tae-yeon listened and then opened the dial button, but it might not be able to connect anyway.

"Hello, I am the producer Guangzai, what's the name of sir? Turn on the radio first to prevent stress, and then briefly talk about the love problem you encountered? OK?"

A series of Cantonese language came from the phone, and Park Tae-yeon looked at his phone in a daze, and it was connected. The driver immediately turned off the radio in the car with a wink.

"Hello, I'm not very good at Cantonese. Can I speak Mandarin? My surname is... Yan."

"Your caller ID is not your local mobile phone number, are you a tourist?" The other party changed to Mandarin with an accent.

"Well, Korean number, this time I happened to come here for a trip." Since Park Tae-yeon got it connected, he started chatting casually.

"Korean?"

"Mother, I am from the Celestial Empire."

"Do you know what our link looks like?"

"I heard from my driver just now, but I just wanted to call and order a song to my friend."

"This is quite difficult. Our link is to solve the love problem..." The producer named Guangzai on the opposite side was a little hesitant.

"That's it, then I'll ask for some questions!"

"Then you can just talk about it."

"kindness..."

......

"I'm so angry that I want me to buy it? My girl's gambling luck is really..." Lin Yuner, who had a mask and a baseball cap, walked into the convenience store, and played flower cards with a group of Oni who were full and had nothing to do.

It was clearly her proposal to disgust those Chinese Zha Zha Ouni, but the person who lost in the end became her. She could only go to the convenience store downstairs to buy drinks and snacks to honor everyone.

"Dingdong! Seven-Eleven is so good!" He walked into the convenience store with his head shrank. Under the strange sight of the salesperson's sister, he quickly went in and prepared to buy some food for them. Although most of them are traditional Chinese characters, this is not a problem for this girl who is in level 10 in Chinese. Lin Yuner thought about it.

An Xieyun, who was protecting her all the way, shook her head and took out a cigarette outside the door. These girls always had such joy in suffering. Sometimes, although they bothered them, they were still happy to see that they could adjust their emotions.

"The next thing is our vegetarian tonight's love saving area. What kind of listeners will we encounter today and what kind of love problems will we encounter? We, will we treat you to midnight snacks today like Diwei yesterday?"

"Matt Chow, do you think I'm the same as Diwei? Well, let's join us tonight's audience."

"What the hell..." Lin Yuner muttered, why there is something like dialect? The Chinese she has worked hard to learn has no courage in Xiangjiang. She basically didn't understand what she said on the radio. She was holding a shopping basket in her hand and walked over quickly, throwing different snacks into it casually.

“1872!”

"Go to the garden." Lin Yuner's ears moved, then stopped and tilted her head cutely. Thinking that this sound seemed to the guy, she then raised her hand and gently hit her head.

"Lin Yuner, cheer up! Why do you always do to him? He doesn't care about you."

"Today's audience is a bit amazing. We just said that the Korean Girls' Generation will hold a concert in the next two days, so it is a coincidence that we received a tourist from South Korea. So it's amazing that the other party can communicate in Mandarin. Can this gentleman introduce himself?"

The host has already spoken this paragraph in Mandarin. Lin Yuner's steps that were about to move again stopped again, and the deer's eyes widened.

"Hello everyone, everyone, my surname is Yan, Yan Yu... from Seoul."

“…”
Chapter completed!