[Comprehensive Korean drama] Female lead, let go of the male supporting role

At the dinner table, when Han Seungyun told Harry about Han Zhengyu's call, his expression didn't change much, "Human life is at stake, so naturally we have to go back." He turned to Zoe, "Zoe, do you want to go back?" Come back to Korea with me?"

Zoe has been in a state of mind wandering since hearing the words "Han-Zhengyu". When Harry called her name suddenly, she came back to her senses and let out a very calm "um".

"Then... what about me?" Han Chengyun asked hesitantly.

Without looking at him, Harry said, "It's up to you."

Han Chengyun was slightly stabbed by his indifferent attitude, but he still forced a smile and said, "Of course I want to follow you."

Harry picked up the red wine glass at hand, shook it lightly, took a sip, and said nothing more.

Han Chengyun has long been used to this kind of dialogue that ends without a problem.

In this family, Harry never said half a word of nonsense, and every word that came out of his mouth was extremely purposeful and targeted. Zoe doesn't speak once for ten days and a half a month, and even if she does, she only says words like "um", "okay" and "yes".

Han Chengyun has a very noisy temperament, facing these taciturn people for many years, he really can't bear it.Therefore, he often talks to some dead things.

When cooking, he will talk to carrots and potatoes; when washing clothes, he will talk to the washing machine; when cleaning the glass, he will talk to himself reflected in the glass.

One of the great advantages of talking to these dead creatures is that no matter how earth-shattering secrets you tell them, they will keep their mouths tight and never reveal anything.

While washing the dishes, Han Chengyun stood in front of the sink and said to himself, "Brother Longtou, what do you think Harry thinks of me? I am such a handsome, generous, considerate, gentle and considerate person." , after staying by his side for so many years, it is impossible for him not to feel it, right?"

Han Chengyun looked around and made sure that there was no second person present, then lowered his voice and said, "There is one thing I'm really curious about. Although Harry is cold-hearted, his body is always hot, right? Normal men have emotions and desires." He should have it too, right? Then, how did he relieve his desire? Could it be that he asked Five Fingers girl for help like me?"

Imagine Harry frowning, his thin lips slightly parted, and lying on the bed in messy clothes, Han Seungyun couldn't help blushing and heart beating, but at the same time he was accompanied by a strong sense of guilt.It seemed that Harry should be lofty, pure and innocent, and not allow him to blaspheme with common thoughts.

Han Chengyun hurriedly shook his head, throwing out these messy thoughts in his mind, "When I think about going back to Korea, I am both looking forward to it and nervous. To be honest, I really don't want to be involved in Harry's revenge, but I am afraid that I couldn't help myself. Although Han Taejun is not my father, he and the body I occupy have an unbroken blood relationship. If I were to deal with him, I would always feel very rebellious. Alas, I am really entangled ah."

"What are you struggling with?" Harry's cold voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Han Chengyun was so frightened that his soul almost went out of his body, and the plate in his hand fell into the pool with a "plop".

He hurriedly turned around, and said with a smile, "No, no, no, I'm not bothered about anything. I just think whether it's better to take a bath before going to bed or tomorrow morning." Seeing Harry holding a cup in his hand, Han Chengyun hurriedly rubbed his clothes Dropped the water in his hands, went up to take the cup, "Do you want some water? I'll pour it for you."

Harry said, "Make me a cup of coffee."

Han Chengyun disagreed and said: "What kind of coffee do you drink at night, it will affect your sleep. How about I warm you a glass of milk?"

"Coffee." Harry glanced out the window, the wind and rain were coming, "I can't sleep anyway."

Han Chengyun frowned, "Does your leg hurt again? I recently learned a new technique, which is said to be particularly effective for relaxing muscles and activating collaterals. I'll give you a massage later."

Harry refused: "No, I need this pain."

Han Chengyun couldn't bear it: "You are handsome..."

"Don't call me that." Harry said coldly, "How many times do I need to remind you that Jiang Hengjun is dead, and the one who is alive now is Harry Borrison."

"I'm sorry." Han Chengyun's expression darkened, and the hand that was pouring water trembled unconsciously. Two or three drops of boiling water splashed on the hand holding the cup, causing burning pain.

Han Seungyun handed him back the cup full of water, "Be careful it's hot."

Harry ignored the red mark on his hand, took the glass, and went upstairs on crutches.

Tuk, duk, duk, duk...

It was the sound of crutches hitting the wooden floor, dull and dull, just like Han Chengyun's mood at this moment.

He looked at Harry's thin back that was fading away, feeling distressed and sad.

******

After quickly arranging the affairs in Paris, the three boarded a plane to South Korea. After 14 years, they returned to this country that brought them endless pain.

The person who came to pick them up was Yin Yingcai.

Han Chengyun couldn't help but be speechless. As an undercover agent, isn't he a little too blatant?

Yin Yingcai drove them to the villa and left.

As soon as he left, Han Zhengyu came with his good buddy Zhu Zhengming.

Zoe was resting in the room, and Han Seungyun and Harry received them.

Seeing Han Chengyun for the first time, Zhu Zhengming couldn't help being startled, "Well, this friend and our Zhengyu really look alike, those who didn't know thought you were long-lost brothers."

Han Chengyun was startled when he heard the words, and raised his eyes to look at Harry's face. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, he was a little relieved, and then he laughed and said, "Officer Zhu was joking, how lucky am I to have such a young and promising brother."

And Han Zhengyu didn't seem to care about their conversation, and went straight to the point, "Excuse me, who is Mr. Harry Borrison?"

Harry smiled faintly and held out his hand, "I am."

Han Zhengyu's gaze fell on Harry's crutches unconsciously, his eyes were slightly surprised, and then he returned to normal in an instant, and then he held Harry's hand, "Hello, my name is Han Zhengyu, Ms. Micheal Kim Sergeant for murder."

Harry has always been extremely sensitive, but he can clearly capture every fleeting expression.

Han Chengyun could feel that he was trying to bear it, but the hand holding the crutch trembled imperceptibly, revealing his turbulent mood at this time.

The son of the enemy who made him look like this is standing in front of him, looking at him with surprise and pity, how can he bear it?

Before Han Zhengyu noticed his strangeness, Harry quickly returned to normal, "Let's go inside and talk. Yun, serve tea to the guests."

Han Chengyun glanced at him worriedly, and poured tea as he said.

He had just made tea and was about to serve it when he heard the sound of high-heeled shoes stepping down the marble floor, tuck, tuck, tuck, just like the sound of a walking stick hitting the floor.

Han Chengyun knew clearly that this was also the sound of the gears of fate turning.

Li Xiuyan painted exquisite makeup, wore the most fashionable floor-length dress, and wore an elegant smile that had never appeared in the past 14 years, and walked down step by step.

The steps are calm, elegant and quiet.

Han Seungyun couldn't help applauding her, she is really a perfect female warrior.

The men in the living room, except for Harry, were fascinated.

Zhu Zhengming's eyes are purely the eyes of a man when he sees a beautiful woman, while Han Zhengyu's eyes are full of doubts.

Han Chengyun guessed that at this moment, Han Zhengyu must be wondering if he had seen this woman before.

"We...have we met somewhere?" In the next second, Han Zhengyu really asked.

Harry, who had been observing Han Zhengyu's expression, was very satisfied with what he saw.

Harry got up on crutches, and walked slowly towards Zoe, with the same tut-tuk sound one after another, as if singing an unknown song.

The beeping sound stopped, Harry turned around, and embraced her exquisite waist outlined by the dress, with an impeccable and perfect smile on his face, "Let me introduce to you, this is my fiancée , Zoe."

They took on new roles again.

Holding the tea tray, Han Chengyun stood not far away and looked at the three fate-entangled people in the living room, and suddenly felt that he was a redundant outsider.

But he didn't know that since 14 years ago, he had already entered a round, a round where he was either killed or injured.

The author has something to say:

One P per day, please continue to ignore the face of the heroine, okay~~