Moonlight’s Korean Entertainment Rebirth

17:00 MBC Music Center Recording Hall on March 7, 2009

"Everyone has worked hard."

Park Taiyan pulled down the headset, explained to his deputy, paid attention to finishing work, turned around and walked like a door.

Hurrying back to the office, I saw a girl sitting in his seat and playing with the computer.

Walked over and stretched out her hand and rubbed her head.

Kim Taeyeon shook his head, and in turn gave him a roll of eyes.

"I have told you a few times, don't touch my head, don't you know this is the eternal pain of long and short people?"

"Why did you arrive so early today?"

Kim Taeyeon, who was boringly looking at the website on the computer, answered casually. "They left for a business performance in Seoul."

Park Taiyan kicked off the swivel chair a bit and began to sort things out. Their stage today was recorded and broadcasted directly. After more than 2 months, Gee's song has made them so popular recently. The basic programs are adjusted according to their schedule. , Anyway, as long as you invite them on recent programs, the ratings can go up.

"Eight in a row yesterday?"

"Yeah, didn't you watch?"

"Hostile stations, why should I increase their ratings."

Kim Taeyeon pushed the table with her little hand, the chair turned around, her mouth pursed and stared at him.

"Cried?"

"En." Duduzui nodded. She thought she knew that she could take 9 times, but yesterday she broke the original record of 7 times. When she got the 8th consecutive time, she still couldn't hold back her eyes red.

Park Taeyeon laughed. He didn’t increase the ratings because Xia Yan took him to the scene yesterday. The main reason was that he ran up to the stage to present flowers. Kim Taeyeon confiscated it, so she had to give it to Yoona. She will see you soon.

The hand rubbing her head was slapped away by her little hand again. Just about to tease her, she felt the phone vibrate. He took the phone out of his pocket and looked at it. After making a gesture with Kim Taeyeon, he pressed it to connect.

"Brother, what's the matter?..."

Kim Taeyeon, with her ears erected, heard that she was a man. She turned her chair and continued to look at the web page. Her little hand dragged the mouse and clicked at random, but seeing the hot search that came up suddenly opened her eyes, her little hand swiped and quickly clicked in.

"...When did it happen? More than half an hour ago?...Well, did you make a copy of the list?...Well, you pay attention to when the funeral will go...Well, let me express my condolences... ."

Park Taiyan put down his hand covering the microphone, hung up the phone with frown, turned his head after thinking about it, and was ready to continue organizing the desktop, but he was stunned when he moved his gaze over.

"At 16:30 today, the three wicked women in "Boys Over Flowers" hanged herself at home with the role of Sunny Zhang Ziyan.

"What's the list?" Park Taeyeon looked at the computer screen, and Jin Taeyeon trembled slightly in his ears.

"En? It's nothing, work."

He took a pile of data on the table and knocked it out, put it aside, leaned forward and shut down the computer.

"Go, go to dinner."

"Oh."

. . . . . .

"What's wrong with you all night?" Park Taiyan held the co-pilot with one hand, looked at the rear, and reversed the car with one hand, asking about his girlfriend who was not in the state of hosting the show at night.

"It's a little uncomfortable, I'll sleep for a while."

Pour out of the garage and stop, Park Taiyan, who was shifting gears, looked at her obviously pretending to be asleep, and frowned.

"Have a cold again?"

"No, a little tired."

After thinking about it, I started the car and set off without saying a word. I watched her from time to time along the way. Before he could call her when he got there, Taeyeon sat up, pulled the seat belt and got out of the car quickly.

"Give me a message when I get home, I'll go up first."

"Oh."

Seeing that she rushed into the doorway without saying hello to Sone who was squatting at the door, Park Taiyan frowned again.

"Talking" Park Taiyan put down the car window. "Oba, what happened to Taeyeon? Did you scold her on the radio?"

"It's estimated that the trip is tired. Why are you late? I've seen her, so I can go home." He who often sends Kim Taeyeon back and these powerful squatting dormitory buildings are more familiar with the hot-blooded meals, and they are all familiar with them. Knowing that he Bai Chengcan is a PD of the music center and the pro-qin radio station.

"The other girl hasn't come back yet, it's estimated that it will be 1 hour to Seoul."

Park Tae-yeon was also speechless, took out his wallet and drew two pieces of 50,000 won to her.

"Buy some hot drinks, you guys don't follow stars like this, you disturb their private lives like this, do you think they are happy or troubled?"

"Oba, don't you have to preach to one side every time you see us, you can go home after safe delivery of Taeyeon!" The little girl complained, turned around and shouted to several of her companions: "Oba treats you to dinner. Something, who will buy it."

Pu Taiyan shook his head, waved to them, and the car slowly drove away.

. . . . . .

Kim Taeyeon, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, held her mobile phone indecisively. When she saw the news on the Internet and heard the call, she automatically started to replenish her brain, but she was shocked.

Half an hour ago, she had completely matched the death information she saw, as well as the name list on the phone, and the last time he saw a report of investigating Zhang Ziyan in his car.

When I remembered that when I first met him on the Internet, he said it was easy to find her. Kim Taeyeon directly made up a blockbuster spy war.

"The one without wings?"

"in."

"Let's talk with me, I'm not in a good mood today."

"Oh, you said."

"Someone died today."

Taeyeon looked at the message and her hand trembled.

"Related to you?"

"It should be something, I know she will die, I could have saved her, but in the end I just watched it."

Kim Taeyeon blinked at the reply, and her little hand typed in quickly.

"You didn't kill it?"

"Are you sick? Am I a killer in your heart?"

Kim Taeyeon stared at the phone in a daze, fell on the bed a little bit, and then stomped on her feet a while later, patted her forehead with her hand twice.

"It's all you. At the beginning, I always told me that if I told you about it, it would kill me, right?"

"Are you an idiot? Just kidding you."

Kim Taeyeon rolled her eyes, she despised her IQ, and she didn't know what kind of evil she had fallen into today, how could she treat it like a stick.

"go on."

"Nothing, Zhang Ziyan, who committed suicide today, watched her being driven to death by the dark side of the entertainment industry, and suddenly thought about it with horror, thinking about whether there would be such a thing in the previous life without Taeyeon and the others protected by me.

Kim Taeyeon frowned, puzzled.

"What kind of thing?"

"Xjy, unspoken rules."

Kim Taeyeon stared.

"How is it possible, S.M is not that kind of company."

"Hey, I didn't know much about Korea before, but the more I knew it, she left the list. I saw it today."

"What list, those people she was with?"

"Well, these guys are being watched by me anyway, don't try to get close to my harem."

Kim Taeyeon frowned, gritted her teeth and looked at the last two words.

"Harem? Girls' Generation?"

"No, no, no, all female idols are my harem, how could they hang on a tree in Girls’ Generation."

Kim Taeyeon slapped her phone on the bed fiercely, and she sat up and screamed loudly.

"You are dead~!"

When she opened the door and just wanted to say that I came back, Lin Yoona looked at Kim Taeyeon with a hooded face, and then hid the ice cream she had just taken from the refrigerator behind her, opening her mouth a little bit cautiously.

"Ouni, I didn't steal the cold drink you bought."