LOVE SHOOT FOR KIM DAE JUNG
QUEEN CORINTH

At eight o'clock in the morning Anna was still mingling with pillows and blankets, there was no reason for her to wake up as soon as she did, the routine that Anna had been in for seven years had been wiped out by the match, she is no longer a waitress or a laundry cashier, but the Queen of Korain Group, yes, even though it is only the setting between Him and Dae jung.

"Miss Anna."

Someone said beside him, when Anna woke up rubbing her eyes, there were three women who had stood firmly before her.

"We're Mr. Jung's servants, we were ordered to pick up Miss Anna." Said the middle-aged woman, she, Nas the butler at Dae Jung's house.

"Why did you get in?" Anna looked at the door of her room.

"This hotel has Mr. Dae Jung, so anything we can do with his orders." Obviously the head of Nas

Anna who put on a lazy face muttered,

'Just like, if you want to be Queen, you want to be a commoner, you have to get up early.' The complaint in the heart.

Anna passes to the bathroom, the three servants sent from Dae Jung's house are still waiting faithfully for their new mistress.

Anna had finished her bath, wrapped around a white towel in her waist-length hair, she was surprised to see the three servants collecting Anna's old clothes contained in her black suitcase.

"What do I want my clothes on?" Anna was full of wonder.

"Said Mr. Jung, all this must be collected to be donated." Answer the head Nas.

Anna flabbergasted.

"Then I used what? These are my favorite clothes, I'm hard-earned to buy them, don't ya." Anna begged as she pulled the suitcase from her servant.

The servants were just giggling at Anna's behavior.

"Miss wear the clothes we've prepared, the rest is all ready at home."

Anna turned her back to see the clothes that were hanging on the wall, stunned by the luxury of the clothes, in his reach, check the price and brand, the work of one of the famous Muslim designers in Indonesia, what a fantastic price.

"Oh my God, the price of this shirt costs us a year." Anna Mumbled.

"Let's go, Miss, there's a fairy who's going to decorate Miss Anna."

Anna just according to her, she sat down to take the best position in front of the mirror, her face began to be polished by the make up artist who had been set by Dae Jung for her.

Glowssy makeup had fused on Anna's face, Very pretty on the fair-skinned girl.

After she wore a dress that was colored tosca with the sakura motif, her hand carrying a luxury bag famous brand with the logo 'C', a little uncomfortable because Anna knew the bag cost hundreds of millions.

'O Allah, forgive the servant who has used these luxuries, not the intention of ria, O Allah.' His inner.

Anna also left the hotel room with three of her personal servants, Di Parkiran already prepared a car to overlap.

When the driver opens the car door to Anna, she is shocked by Dae Jung's presence in the car.

Yes, there is no harm, because the luxury car does belong to her husband who has a meisterius man.

"For Mr." Anna greets Dae Jung.

Dae Jung who was still upset with Anna's behavior since dawn, deliberately did not touch his wife. He did not look at his wife at all, even though Anna was so beautiful with her fancy dress and makeup.

"My husband is gay!" Anna's annoyance in heart.

The car drove to Dae Jung's private house, this morning they had to meet President Hang, because the seventy-year-old man was going back to Korea.

"Sir Kim, I want to ask you something, can you?" Anna's words broke the silence in the car.

"Hm .." Answer Dae jung.

Anna raised her next lip, 'Ah, this man is very annoying.' His inner.

Dae Jung tried to hold back the laughter on his lips, his wife was so innocent that such things were feared by him.

"Just obey all my words, do not do anything without knowing the servants or Adjutants.that's all, the rest enjoy your life." Dae Jung replied without looking at Anna.

Anna was just stripping, apparently that freedom was no longer there for her, she was really bound by marriage to the palace rules that seemed to curb it.

"Alright, I understand that, Sir."

Dae Jung let out a long sigh.

"Don't paggil sir, even more so in front of Grandpa, Oppa, that's a more polite greeting in Korea." His protest.

Anna just mengeleng 'My husband is really one of the mysteries of the world that is difficult to solve by women' lirihnya in heart.

"Yes, Oppa."

Anna no longer wants to say, she locked her mouth with sholawat, nothing interesting when talking with her husband, thought Anna who threw away the view of every track of her car wheels.

While Dae Jung steals a glance at Anna through the rearview mirror in the car, he stares at the reflection of Anna's face which does look very sweet this morning.

"The duck is bad, it's already a pretty goose." He looked at Anna's change that was much better.

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Yuna has arrived at Dae Jung's House, her retirement was spent just confining herself to the heartbreak of her leadership's marriage.

While waiting for Dae jung's arrival, he busied himself with compiling various staff reports that were ready to be submitted to the young CEO.

"Ah, Mr. Kim will come with his wife, Oh Yuna Your pain." The grunt in front of the laptop screen

"What beauty is that woman? Ha, I'm really curious about Mr Kim's type, Sexier than me? more glamour?" Yuna continued.

The woman who has been three times Oplas has never seen a wedding photo of Dae Jung, Kesupupunnya who has not found readiness, so the woman bloody bangka belitung never open his social media.

"Oppa Dae Jung, why are you tearing my feelings apart?" The cry is spoiled.

The voice was heard by Ji Yeong who was crossing the living room, her steps stopped seeing Yuna's cry that made her amused.

"You're heartbroken, Yun." His murmurs looked at Yuna behind the wall.

Yuna who directed her gaze towards the large antique mirror that was displayed on the wall of the living room, reflected the figure of Ji Yeong who was silently watching her.

He pointed his index finger at Ji Yeong's reflection, signifying his annoyance, as the burly man's nose was still in place, his heart wanting to run away but his feet were clinging to his place.

"Death to you Ji Yeong, how is this?" His mutter who had seen Yuna would approach him.

"Secretary Ji, since when did you become a stalker, ha, have you been spying on me? who told you to?" Yuna sniffed in a high tone.

"Secretary Ji, this includes harassment when stalking girls secretly." Yuna continued.

Ji Yeong put on a sad face, then reasoned,

"Don't accuse me like that, I was just passing by, hearing the cry I thought was of a ghostly woman, it was you."

Yuna widened her eyes.

"ghosts? since when do ghosts look pretty like me?"

Hearing the incessant protest, Ji Yeong closed her ears and left Yuna with various words of pride about her beauty.

"Basic robot!" Hardik Yuna to Ji Yeong.