Chapter 1270 – Lady Talk
Kids these days say that if they think they can’t understand something, they call it an oldie, and it seems like I’ve become an oldie too. I couldn’t understand Yena’s emotions when she filled silicone tape with water and played with it like a balloon.
“Hehe, uncle. “How do I do this?”
Jena, sitting next to me at her table, cut a length of silicone tape with her tiny hands. After removing the clear plastic from the outside, she inserted the tip of a syringe filled with water and folded it in half.
Woowook Joo
“You can do it like this!”
The silicone tape folded in half turned into a balloon as water was injected through the syringe. Jena, who was made like a transparent grape, waved it in front of me and asked.
“Mister. “It’s pretty, right?”
“Uh? Ah, yes. Oh, no. “It’s not pretty.”
“Huh?”
“You are much prettier. “It’s Yena.”
Hee! “Lie!”
“No? Is it true?”
“No way! Lie! Hehe!”
I was glad that people liked the words I blurted out in an attempt to evade them. Yena, smiling with a faint blush on her cheeks, picked up a permanent marker with her free hand and held it out to me.
“Mister! This is the lid!”
“Uh? Ah, yes.”
“I’ll draw you a man with this!”
Even though I didn’t know what it meant, I first removed the tightly fixed lid. Then Jena held out her pen holster and raised her thumb with her hand.
Hehe, ummm…”
It seemed like she had seen him drawing somewhere. She checked her proportions with her thumb and traced her features on the silicone tape, which was puffy like a grape.
“How are you, Yena? “Is everything going well?”
“You can’t talk to me, mister! “You’re making art!”
“Oh, really? “I’m sorry.”
Even though she was still difficult to understand, Yena was still cute. I looked at Jena with her happy eyes as she painted with sincerity.
“Oh, indeed. Hey. But why didn’t you just watch it yesterday? When you do it outside?”
Unlike her cute daughter, her mother, Taeyeon, whispered something rather explicit in her living room. It was too small for Jena to hear, but it was enough for me to hear.
“I heard something at the hospital. “Don’t do it.”
“Oppa, yours is big, right? If done incorrectly, the amniotic fluid may break. “It stung too much.”
“And I was told to refrain from sexual intercourse and exercise due to the possibility of premature birth.”
Once again, it was loud enough for me to hear.
While I was playing with Yena at the table, Mawang, Sehee, Minah, and Taeyeon gathered separately in the living room and had what they called “Lady talk.” The conversation was about a topic that was not lady-like at all.
Hehe! Mister! Look at this! “He’s like an old man!”
At this time, Yena thrust a balloon made of silicone tape in front of my eyes. Although I was a little surprised, I looked at the facial features drawn on the watery surface.
“What. “Is this you?”
“Yes! “It’s just like you!”
“Your skin is so nice. Look at how clear and clean it is.”
“No! Mister! There’s your face here! How do you feel?”
Smiling lips, long nose bridge, and clear eyes. As for me, I looked a little exaggeratedly handsome. At this point, I remembered that people who paint portraits on the street do retouch, and she nodded.
“Uh! “It’s really similar to you, isn’t it?”
Hehe! Really?”
“Uh! Really! Taeyeon! Taeyeon!”
I couldn’t be the only one who knew the good news, so I called Taeyeon in the living room. While Taeyeon, Mawang, Sehee, and Minah were looking around, Yena pointed to my face in her hand.
“Look at this! Yena drew it! Doesn’t it just come out?”
“I see. “Your empty head looks just like you.”
“Taeyeon?!”
“What?! “Is that Yena’s skill?!”
Before Taeyeon could say anything, the Demon King made a fuss and was shocked. She alternately pointed to the balloon tape that Jena and I were carrying.
“Jim thought you were holding Jiheon’s head!”
“Then I won’t die?!”
Hehe! Don’t lie! “Your head is this big!”
“Oh, no, it’s not that big, Yena.”
Of course, the Demon King was not the only one who admired Yena’s skills. Not only Sehee and Minah, but Taeyeon also gave me compliments that she couldn’t do because she was swearing at me.
“After all, she is our daughter. “I’m good at drawing just like my mom.”
Hehe! No! She’s pretty just like her mother!”
“Yes! “She’s pretty, just like her mom!”
“But fortunately, it doesn’t look like wrinkles. “It’s the same with being old.”
“You are falling behind.”
Taeyeon, who was laughing like her daughter was an idiot, immediately hardened her face and glared at Sehee. Sehee sat right next to her and shamelessly pretended not to notice with her dark blue eyes wide.
“Yes? Me? “Why?”
“Why? Why? This is real!”
Tak!
“Ah! Aunt!”
In the end, I got hit. Sehee, who had been hit on the shoulder, gently patted the area where she had been hit and told the story as if she had not noticed.
“But, Aunt. “Do you want to draw a picture of your aunt?”
“Uh. Didn’t I tell you? You came out of the design department? “I even went to graduate school there.”
“Hmm. “Genga, the professor’s servant.”
“What are you saying like that? Do you want to follow in your brother’s footsteps and get hit too?”
“Can I see Taeyeon’s portfolio?”
“Why is that? Ah, Mr. It’s okay. You’re trying to get me a job at your company. Do you want to search? “I’m not going.”
From the beginning, Taeyeon’s future hope was not to become a police officer. She went on to graduate school, but for some reason, she chose to become a police officer because it was stable and easy to get into.
Hehe. “Please touch the ball here.”
“Oh, Yena. “You’re a guy, right?”
“Yes, sir, that’s right. Hehe.”
For some reason, Yena was filling her face with the blush that had been on her days. She looked so excited that even when she painted her eyelashes, she couldn’t say anything.
“Hey, come on! Completion! Mister. How do you feel?”
“Huh?”
“It’s pretty, right? Hehe!”
Cheeks red as if you’ve been drinking. Eyelashes that seem longer than a camel. Even red lips, as if she had eaten a rat. The face I saw a moment ago looked much closer to mine.
“I should use this as a profile picture. Hehe.”
But she looked like Jena Hanten, as if she had been photographed. He even placed a silicone balloon with her face on it on her dining table and filmed it with his smartphone. Then she leaned her head towards me and said.
“Mister! Mister! Let’s leave a proof photo of this! Because we made it together!”
“Oh, really?”
“Look at him holding this! Sleep! Hehe!”
Yena handed me a silicone balloon that she made together, or more accurately, made by herself. I also took it and posed so that we could see the phone screen Yena was holding.
-Click! Snap!
“But, hey.”
Even while Yena and I were doing this, the lady talk continued. Taeyeon, who was chatting about college, sighed and asked a question about an unexpected topic.
“Who paid for the plane ticket for me and my daughter? Accurately. In whose name.”
“I paid for the plane ticket, Taeyeon.”
“Uh, Min? You? So do you have any pictures I took with you? If you have it, please show me.”
“Here, aunt.”
“Oh, thank you. “What kind of crazy bastard is this?!”
As soon as Taeyeon saw the phone Sehee handed her, she was shocked and punched her. It seemed like she showed me a photo she had taken while we were sleeping.
Haha, Taeyeon. What’s going on?”
The Demon King laughed lightly and asked a question at the scene happening across the living room table. Taeyeon gave an answer only after glaring sharply at Sehee.
“No, I just went to America. I mean, it came down to inspection. Because of that, the parking lot, the robbers. When asked whose money I paid for it, I said I paid it with my friend’s money. But please give me some evidence. Crazy bastards.”
“Hmm. That’s a problem.”
“Therefore. Just the round trip costs a lot of money,”
“It turns out that Minah is your sponsor.”
“You, Mr. Don’t let your kid see his mom’s face? Do you really want to go after me, bitch?”
“Sister. “Say something that makes sense.”
Taeyeon got angry and even clenched her fists at the devil’s nonsense. At this time, Sehee surprisingly took Taeyeon’s side.
“They say someone is sponsoring this kind of idiot. Isn’t that right, Aunt?”
“Fuck you. Follow me to your room.”
“Oh my, aunt. Call the account number.”
“She really is crazy.”
Pak!
“Wow!”
This time too, I got hit again. The difference from before was that it was on my back instead of my shoulder, and my body was twisting in pain as if I had been hit much harder.
“Use! Aunt!”
Sehee, who was in pain for a while, called Taeyeon and complained.
“Aunt! It really hurts!”
“Uh. “I hit you, so it hurt.”
“Then I can hit my aunt later too, right? Oh, that won’t work. “You like being sick.”
“Have you been hit yet?”
Puck!
“Evil! Same place… !”
Looking at the way he was smiling and talking, it was clear that he had been hit less often. Sehee stopped playing pranks only after getting hit on the back again.
“Hey. “Are you sick?”
“Oh, it hurts, of course…” … !”
“Oh my, you idiot.”
Sehee lay face down on the living room table, her long black hair falling down in pain. Taeyeon smiled as if she didn’t hate her and started talking about her next story.
“Oh, indeed. Hey. “Do any of you know any lawyers?”
“Hmm! “There’s a lawyer who has a lot of burden on him!”
“That’s enough for you, asshole. “If you owe me a lot, it’s assault.”
“That’s right. It hurts, it hurts… !”
“If it hurts, you can either act like a fool or not. Hey, Minah. “Do you know any lawyers?”
“There are a few. “May I ask why it is necessary?”
“Oh, okay. How did this happen? Haaaaa… !”
I felt like I needed some time to sort things out in my mind to explain what had happened. I made a transparent box with Yena and silicone tape and waited for Taeyeon’s explanation.
“Uh. So.”
After a few seconds passed, Taeyeon spoke again. She started out in a slightly lower voice and grumbled about the downsides of being a celebrity.
“Do you know what they say on the Internet? They say police officers like me should be fired. They say female police officers should not have been elected long ago. Fuck, there are so many comments like that. So I’m going to sue all those bastards.”
“Hmm. Hmm. The theory that female police officers are useless is starting to emerge. “The theory is that there is no need for female police officers who only play and don’t work.”
“Oh, that’s right. Yeah, that one. Theory of the use of female police officers. I wish I could do that too. Me too, fuck. I hope you play like those bastards say. And, hey. Can’t police officers be pretty? “Why are you doing this with my face?”
“Oh, I’ve heard of that too. They say you don’t have to be gorgeous to be an engineering goddess. Also, there was originally a female senior, and she asked me if I had corrected her. “She fixed it, so why are you fucking with me?”
“Uh oh. He was begging me to ask if I had fixed it too. They say they put silicone or saline solution in my chest. Hey. Do you guys think I put something in my chest? You touched it, right? “Isn’t it?”
“Yes, I am. No foreign objects were touched. There are also no surgical scars. Taeyeon’s breasts are natural like mine.”
“Baby, you’re subtly inserting yourself in.”
Taeyeon grinned happily at the recognition of Mina, who was bigger than I. Even though she was complaining about people’s reactions, seeing Taeyeon’s smiling face like that made me think she would overcome this incident well.
“Uh! Mister! Do you have fruit at home? If we have it, let’s make it! That!”
“That?”
“Yes! We ate together last time! Tanghulu!”
I put aside my worries about Taeyeon and started making Tanghulu with Yena. Of course, I had no idea what kind of events this would bring to Taeyeon. No one here.
