EFB Chapter 39 This address isn't your home address, is it?
Chapter 39 This address isn't your home address, is it?
look up.
Wu Haiyuan's hand remained on his forehead.
He stared intently at Han Xijun in front of him.
Am I hallucinating?
It felt like Han Xijun hadn't said a word at all.
Han Xijun's lips moved slowly, and that familiar voice entered Wu Haiyuan's ears once more: "So, what do you want to treat me to?"
It wasn't a hallucination.
Wu Haiyuan moved his left hand, which was resting on his forehead, to Han Xijun's face and waved it a few times.
Han Xijun blinked.
So it wasn't a hallucination.
Wu Haiyuan asked in confusion, "Didn't you refuse when the PD suggested having dinner together? Why are you doing this now...?"
Before Wu Haiyuan could finish speaking, Han Xijun interrupted, "Why should I refuse your invitation to dinner?"
Wu Haiyuan was stunned again.
Why refuse to treat someone?
How should this be understood?
Does Han Xijun think he's a "tycoon"? So, by treating someone to dinner, he's essentially beating up a "tycoon"?
Or perhaps Han Xijun came to the studio to re-record the program because of my request. He made the effort, so he should rightfully accept my compensation and thanks. That would be fair.
It couldn't be because Han Xijun wanted to spend time alone with her, or wanted to have dinner together, like when they were filming the show in Tokyo. Could it be that he hasn't gotten over the show yet and is still thinking about going on a date or a blind date with her?
"Feed"
When I came to my senses, I saw a large hand with long, slender fingers waving from side to side in front of me.
Wu Haiyuan said something she deeply regretted: "Her fingers are so long, and her hands are so big."
I want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Although he didn't know what his expression was, Wu Haiyuan felt that he had looked a bit "perverted" just now.
To make matters worse, Han Xijun added, "Are your fingers short?"
One West.
Han Xijun never cared about anything outside of his studies and research.
He would never say something like, "Let's compare whose hands are bigger."
But he asked himself if his fingers were too short, which, from another perspective, is similar to "comparing whose hands are bigger."
Was he flirting, or was he being led astray by himself into flirting?
Wu Haiyuan stretched out his right hand, spreading his five fingers, and said, "Actually, my fingers aren't short either, but they're definitely not as long as yours."
He was really forcing himself to respond, and all he said was meaningless nonsense.
No "surprise romance" scene appeared.
During the three days of filming the dating show, Wu Haiyuan did not have any direct physical contact with Han Xijun, let alone after the show was finished. How could Han Xijun suddenly put his hand on Wu Haiyuan's palm?
Putting his hand down, Han Xijun asked, "You still haven't told me what I'm eating?"
Wu Haiyuan first asked Han Xijun, "Do you have time today?"
Han Xijun said, "I originally thought it would take up most of the day here."
Wu Haiyuan replied, "I understand, so you have most of the day."
Han Xijun smiled and nodded, saying, "Smart."
Wu Haiyuan laughed and said, "Just kidding. I've always been smart since I was a child, and I've spent three days with you. I'm already familiar with your logic and way of speaking."
"What?"
"It's nothing, come on, I'll take you to a nice place."
Seeing Wu Haiyuan acting mysteriously, Han Xijun caught up with him and asked, "Is it that little shop you mentioned in Tokyo, the one that serves stir-fried rice cakes and fish cakes?"
Wu Haiyuan, who was walking ahead, turned around and smiled at Han Xijun, waving his right index finger and saying, "No, you'll see when you get there. It's an absolute gem."
Street side
Wu Haiyuan put on a mask.
Han Xijun took out his car keys and unlocked the car door.
Wu Haiyuan was looking around.
Then he took out his phone and said to Han Hee-joon, "Wait a minute, I'm going to call my manager oppa."
Make a phone call.
Doodle.
The call was answered after about ten seconds.
Wu Haiyuan asked his agent where he was, and the agent said he was eating soup and rice. The agent then asked Wu Haiyuan if something had happened.
When Wu Haiyuan said that he had finished his work, his agent also didn't quite believe it.
It's a variety show, after all. Even though it's broadcast online, how could a show be recorded so quickly? Even if it's just re-recording the narration and personal interviews, it should take at least two hours.
The agent must be very flustered.
Wu Haiyuan told his agent on the phone that he wanted to treat Han Xijun to dinner.
That was all Han Xijun heard.
Afterwards, Wu Haiyuan took his phone and walked to the streetlight, creating some distance between himself and Han Xijun before having a half-minute phone call with his manager.
Han Xijun couldn't see Wu Haiyuan's expression under his mask, but Crescent Bay's eyes already conveyed Wu Haiyuan's good mood.
Walking back to Han Xijun's side, Wu Haiyuan asked, "Can I ride in your car?"
Han Xijun said, "Of course."
But he also voiced his unspoken question: "Where's the agent?"
Wu Haiyuan said, "I'll send my manager the address, and he can pick me up then."
Before Han Xijun could ask anything else, Wu Haiyuan changed the subject, pointing to the white SUV in the parking space and asking, "Is this a luxury car imported from overseas?"
Han Xijun said as he walked towards the driver's seat, "I guess so."
Wu Haiyuan consciously walked towards the passenger seat.
They opened the car doors and got in one after the other.
Once inside the car, Wu Haiyuan kept looking around, marveling at the spacious interior and luxurious decor.
I asked a question that many people ask: "This car must be very expensive, right?"
Han Xijun replied, "I don't know the price either; it's provided by the company."
"Did the company give it to you?"
"Um"
"Don't tell me the house is one too."
"Houses too."
"Same as us? We also live in company-provided dormitories now. Our dormitory is in Cheongdam-dong, it's a luxury apartment. What about you?"
Han Xijun said slowly, "I live in Yongsan."
Wu Haiyuan pulled out his seatbelt and asked, "Over in Longshan? The villa?"
After fastening his seatbelt, Han Hee-joon replied, "Apartment."
"The apartment near Longshan?"
"R Apartment"
"R Apartment, her, R Apartment? That super luxurious apartment? The R Apartment where IU-senpai lives?"
Wu Haiyan seemed to know Han Xijun quite well, and immediately said, "IU is our country's most famous solo singer and actress. Have you heard of 'Good Day'?"
With his left hand habitually covering his ears, Wu Haiyuan began singing without a frame, attempting to hit three high notes.
Before he had fully warmed up his voice, it was very difficult for him to sing, but Wu Haiyuan tried his best to express the classic three high notes.
Han Xijun silently looked at Wu Haiyuan in the passenger seat.
There really are such unique people in this world.
There was no warning whatsoever.
Sing anytime, anywhere.
It should be said that they will express whatever they want to express without hesitation.
"Phew~"
Letting out a sigh of relief, Wu Haiyuan chuckled and said, "Anyway, it's a very famous classic three-part high note. I didn't warm up my voice, so I wasn't in great shape. I've practiced singing it before, and I was able to hit it, really."
Han Xijun pointed to the car's screen and said, "Where do you want to go? Enter the address."
Wu Haiyuan then came to his senses and said, "I almost forgot the most important thing."
I leaned closer to the screen and touched the input method button.
Incheon, Bupyeong 5-dong...
Han Xijun glanced at the address Wu Haiyuan had entered and casually asked, "This isn't your home address, is it?"