Do you like walking on the streets alone?

Anyway, Feng Ranxin likes such a person very much, walking freely and aimlessly. In the previous life, he liked walking on the streets of Kyoto at night. Now he is walking on the streets of Seoul. Although it is not his favorite night, it is

It can also make him feel happy.

During the day, thousands of lights could not be seen, but there were still busy cars and crowds of people. Listening to pedestrians, from time to time, there were conversations in broken Chinese and Korean that he could not understand.

Feng Ranxin suddenly felt that this world was more beautiful than the original one!

In fact, after making the guess, Feng Ranxin suddenly didn't dare to confirm his idea the moment he got off the plane. It was a kind of mentality that was difficult to explain, and it was more troublesome than a messy ball of yarn that was constantly being cut and sorted.

.

What if the girls did not appear in this world? What should the girls do if they were in this world? What should the girls do if they are in that event now? What should they do if they are not in this world?

As soon as his head got hot, he patted his head and butt and left, leaving all the troublesome matters of slander and slander to Tang Cheng.

So he was a little confused now, but before he could finish his confusion, his original mother, who had seen him once during the month he was replaced, called him.

"Have you arrived in South Korea? Do you still want to be a designer by yourself now?" A gentle voice came from the mobile phone. Although Feng Ranxin had met her original mother, she was beautiful, although she was a little fat, but she lacked anything.

Although it did not affect the attention that the charming woman gave him that time, he felt that it was not as good as two short sentences like this now.

Before Feng Ranxin could reply, a gentle voice reached his ears again.

"Since you want to stay there now, you can stay there for as long as you want, but you have to learn to deal with some things. I think you are definitely not in the mood to build a house now, so you can stay while you are here.

South Korea will take care of some small things there during this time. I will send you the address of the Korean company in a moment." The woman spoke for a long time, paused and continued, "You, don't be stubborn with your father.

Do you understand?"

"Um...Okay..." Feng Ranxin replied intermittently. He really couldn't say the word "Mom" right now.

After hearing Feng Ranxin's answer, she waited for a while and then hung up the phone.

Thinking about it, I really feel sorry for that gentle woman, but now that she calls her mom in person, Feng Ranxin still needs time.

According to the address sent by the original mother, Feng Ranxin quickly arrived in front of a building. She saw a man in a suit stomping his feet slightly at the door and scanning back and forth, as if waiting for someone. Soon the man in a suit appeared.

When he saw Feng Ranxin, his eyes suddenly lit up. He trotted to Feng Ranxin and bowed in one movement. He raised his head and faced Feng Ranxin with a typical professional smile and said: "Feng Ranxin

Master, you are here"

Feng Ranxin nodded to the man and whispered back: "Yeah."

The man in the suit stood up, gave Feng Ranxin another toothy smile, and then said with a chuckle: "I'm sorry, Mr. Feng, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Wen Cheng, the South Korean representative of Zhige Magazine."

Feng Ranxin watched Wen Cheng introduce himself, thought for a moment and said, "There don't seem to be many people named Wen, right?"

"Hmm, Mr. Feng is indeed well-informed. Indeed, Wen is not a popular surname." Wen Cheng patted the soulless rainbow fart without hesitation.

Feng Ranxin couldn't help but give Wen Cheng a roll of his eyes: "Let's go, take me to the studio."

Wen Cheng immediately walked half forward and half sideways, leading Feng Ranxin towards his office.

Arriving at the office, Feng Ranxin sat on the chair that originally belonged to Wen Cheng. Wen Cheng stood at the table with a folder in his hand.

"Sit down, why are you standing there?" Wen Cheng said angrily, looking at Wen Cheng who was standing cautiously next to him.

Feng Ranxin took the folder handed over by Wen Cheng, flipping through it and said, "Tell me, why did my mother call me here?"

Wen Cheng first smiled stupidly, and then replied: "Madam asked the young master to come over. She didn't say anything specific, but after thinking about it, I want you to make up your mind, and now there should be only two things. One is

The cover character of the latest issue of the international edition of Zhige Magazine, and the cover character of the entire next season of Zhige South Korea."

“How come you are left to choose the cover character of the international edition?”

"It was decided by the head office. The headquarters feels that Hallyu now has a certain influence and is qualified to be on the cover of the international edition. And this is the first time."

Feng Ranxin nodded and continued to flip through the folder. Sure enough, it contained information about idol groups that he remembered, but when he turned it to the end, there was no Tara.

Feng Ranxin closed the document, threw it on the table and ignored it. She leaned forward slightly, stared at Wen Cheng sitting in front of him and said, "There is no need to choose, just use tara for everything."

"Why?"

Wen Cheng seemed to have expected that Feng Ranxin would mess up. He didn't flinch and kept looking at Feng Ranxin. His voice couldn't help but become louder, as if questioning. He really didn't have any ability to predict the enemy's opportunities.

, I just feel that a rich man who doesn’t say anything, doesn’t understand, and certainly doesn’t have any rules for how to act, will see that the South Korean entertainment industry is very lively now, and he can’t help but get involved.

Feng Ran was not upset and spoke calmly.

"Does the international version of Zhige need to see the domestic reaction in South Korea?"

Wen Cheng shook his head.

“Are South Korea’s Zhige sales targets those idol fans?”

Wen Cheng shook his head.

"Tara, is the heat high now?"

Wen Cheng nodded.

"Then it's over?"

Wen Cheng nodded.

Feng Ranxin came back to his senses from the memories. He didn't have any other meaning in helping Tara. He didn't have any other meaning in valuing Tara so much. He just felt that they were a proof and a link to his original world. After all, he was chasing after her.

past idol.

It's enough to help them and make up for their regrets. As for whether they can survive this time, the answer is definitely no. They can continue to help, but I'm afraid they need to think carefully about how to help.

No longer thinking about those things, Feng Ranxin adjusted his clothes and planned to continue walking on the street. As soon as he turned around, a hurried figure rushed out and bumped into him.

"ah"

He thought he was fine, but the girl did fall directly to the ground. Feng Ranxin saw that the girl's foot was obviously twisted, but he didn't care at all and immediately got up, bent down and bowed. A waxy voice came from the girl's mouth: "I'm sorry.

~I’m sorry~”

At this time, Feng Ranxin felt that the Korean she learned in her previous life was still useful.

"Hey, I'm fine. You don't have to bow to me anymore and stand up straight!"

After hearing what the girl said, she rubbed her feet first and then stood up unsteadily.

Feng Ranxin looked at the girl and slowly raised her head. What kind of face was that? He couldn't see it because the girl was wearing a mask, but even if she didn't wear eyeshadow, he could still recognize those eyes at a glance, because
Chapter completed!