Novel & Cerita Foto Na Jaemin

At least she's okay. "Now, tell me about your trip to Japan." "It was great, Umma," Jeremy declared but did not hesitate to continue. Hae Mina listened as he retold their trip, but she wondered why he had called Mrs. Naiting, Umma. "Hae Mina, Jae-Woo's identical female twin was there. Well technically that's impossible, but she looks a lot like him. I'm not kidding and it was awesome. You should have seen the dress Hwan Chin-Sun had her in," Jeremy chatted on and Mrs. Naiting smiled and asked questions. Hae Mina wondered if she was interested or if she was pretending so Jeremy would not be hurt. When Jeremy finished, Mrs. Naiting spoke.

The plane to U.S have already took off when the news about Sandra Mendez and the mystery guy kissing in Myeongdong Street resurfaced once again. All thanks to Bammie, who posted their group photo in her SNS and got the attentions of the netizens to connect the dots and started comparing their outfits in the picture with the controversial picture that the paparazzi released. Her caption was also a talk of the town that people think was a strong evident that Jay Kim was lying, which made a ruckus all over the internet world.

Jung ju sighed heavily, leaving the bed to stand by the window. Light shone brightly in the streets of Paris even though it was past 12 pm. He had just got back to his hotel room to rest after having a party meeting with some possible future partners. “I saw Kwan Seung-ho and Min-a’s photoshoot for Maxim magazine's front cover. Isn't that enough familiarity? How close do they have to be until he could get him to sign the damn contract?” Jung Ju hissed into the phone, looking at the quiet street outside his window.

I pleaded, too lazy to take my phone from my jacket pocket. "Ready!" The three of us moved towards a good photo spot. It was at the top of the stairs with the angle of a lush tree on the side. I put my arm around Shey and smiled at the camera. At the same time, Shey posed two fingers as usual. We both smiled as we waited for the signal from Jay, who seemed to be focusing on the camera phone. "Okay, 1..2..." The camera's aim and the light slammed me into an unusual vision—a large hall. Jemma embraces a familiar man. I hold my breath for five seconds. When I let it out loud, I remember who he is. Anthonio Jemma.