[Comprehensive Korean Drama] Attack!Male match!

Darren's body is not big enough. After climbing onto the chair with his buttocks pouted, his two short legs hang in the air. It's really not easy for him to maintain his balance, seeing Zheng Yu makes him feel uncomfortable.

The superiority of the VIP single advanced ward is not only reflected in the spacious space, but also in the more comfortable and comfortable beds.

Different from the narrow single bed in ordinary wards, the one lying in the rain, two slightly thinner big men side by side will not have much problem.

He cautiously moved a little bit inside, patted a large open space around him, and said with a smile, "Come on, come up."

Darren's eyes lit up, and then he looked at him with a mix of anxiety and shyness, "No, Dad said that uncle is in pain all over his body now, um, um, he will be sad if he is touched."

Zheng Yu was so cute to him, and continued to encourage, "It's okay, uncle is very powerful, in fact, it doesn't hurt at all now, really."

Roubaozi blinked his big red and blue eyes, sniffed slightly, and asked uncertainly, "Really?"

The little milk cavity had a nasal sound, and Zheng Yu felt that he was about to turn into a strange man, so he nodded his head like pecking rice, "Really, when did uncle lie to you?"

Baozi pondered for a long time, then nodded.

Then, when the two big parents outside had just relaxed their vigilance, the two worried inside started to toss again:

Mr. Xu Zhengyu is a handicapped person with a broken leg and an arm, especially in the past two days when the weather is getting warmer, and the wounds on his body that are not serious are not wrapped in gauze. It was shocking.

And little Mr. Bryce has a four-headed and five-short figure, which belongs to the quality that standing on the ground can't reach the head of the bed, and sitting on a stool can't step on the ground.

So, at this moment, a one-armed man desperately pulled up Xiaodoubao's waist. On the one hand, the latter was desperately protecting the black and white panda, and the remaining small arm and soft belly almost supported him. own body weight.

Because, his feet can't reach the ground!

After tossing and tossing for a long time, Nima really made them succeed!

And on the premise of not alarming the two parents in the living room!

Not daring to take a breath, Zhengyu and Dalun rolled into a ball, their faces blushing.

It would be nonsense to say that the wound was not affected at all during the movement, but fortunately, although Zheng Yu likes to mess around, he finally knows how to measure [Your respect? ], when dragging the buns, I didn't dare to let a few seriously injured places touch them.So although there were unavoidable pains in a few places on his body, he had already peeked at it, and when he saw that there was no more bleeding, he was relieved and threw it away.

After completing a feat furtively, Zhengyu and Darren looked towards the living room with a guilty conscience, then looked at each other, and laughed loudly.

When Ferlanant and Flame outside heard the laughter, they turned their heads and glanced through the glass reflexively, but they immediately returned to the conversation when they saw nothing unusual.

It was the first time for Darren, who defied his own papa's instructions, to stop being sad. His face was flushed with excitement, and his eyes sparkled.

Wow so exciting!

Zhengyu supported his little butt with the only remaining arm that was intact, and pulled it a little closer to him, and touched Darren's back to make sure there was enough room for him to roll over before giving up.

"Uncle here." Darren pulled out the panda doll sandwiched between the two with great effort, and pulled the panda's ears with his chubby hands. Seeing that it had finally returned to its usual straightness, he handed it over with satisfaction.

Zheng Yu was stunned for a moment, "Give it to me?"

"En." The child nodded vigorously, and the curls on his forehead flicked and flicked.He said seriously, "Uncle was injured, Papa said Darren can't be here all the time, let the baby panda be with uncle, so that uncle won't be alone."

Zhengyu's eyes became hot, and he sniffled subconsciously, thinking, child, it seems that you don't know that your uncle has already set up camp here, have you seen the wardrobe in the corner?It was full of his three-piece suits.

But it was always the child's sincerity, Zhengyu was so moved that he took the panda doll solemnly, and then kissed Baozi heavily on the forehead.

After a long while of silence, Darren's immature voice sounded softly again, but this time there was more imperceptible fear.

"uncle."

"What's wrong?" Zheng Yu looked down at the little hands that were tightly clutching the front of his hospital gown, they were trembling slightly, "Are you cold?"

Darren raised his head suddenly, and Zhengyu clearly saw the tears inside.

"Uncle, when are you coming home?"

Zheng Yu reached out and stroked his thin back, sighed slightly, "It will take a few more days, I'm sorry Darren."

As he said that, he was also troubled in his heart, even a VIP could not change the fact that the hospital is not as comfortable as home.

But as the saying goes, it hurts the muscles and bones for a hundred days, alas.

Tears overflowed from Darren's big blue eyes, and the little guy pressed his lips tightly, stubbornly trying not to let himself cry out, but his tender little face was full of fear and reluctance.

"What's the matter?" Zheng Yu felt distressed, and also realized that the child must have other worries, "Hey, don't cry, tell uncle if you have anything to do."

"Uncle, don't hiccup, don't be in the hospital, okay? If you hiccup in the hospital, you won't be able to go home." Darren suppressed tears, and hiccupped himself.

Zhengyu paused to wipe his tears, and then immediately remembered that Darren's mother died of dystocia in the hospital.

Darren had never met his mother, so he didn't know that there was no 100% necessary connection between death and the hospital.

But the news that his mother died in the hospital left a deep imprint on his young mind:

Hospital equals death.

Zhengyu sighed, wiped Darren's tears with distress and sadness, and kissed the little guy's wet face from crying, "Darren is good, uncle will definitely go home, uncle promises."

"Really, really?"

"Of course," Zhengyu patted Darren's back lightly, and smiled, "Uncle hasn't married Darren's uncle yet, and uncle has to cook a lot of delicious food for Darren, so he must Will go back."

"Yeah!" Darren nodded heavily, sniffing, finally letting go of his uneasiness.But after thinking for a moment, he raised his head in doubt, "Uncle?"

"Ok?"

"What is marriage?"

"Well," Zheng Yu burst out laughing, and then patiently explained, "Marriage means two people who love each other, staying together far away."

"Is it?"

"um, yes."

So half an hour later, when the Breth brothers finished the information exchange, when they opened the bedroom door and went in, what they saw was Darren's small body nestled in Zhengyu's arms, and the two of them were sleeping more deeply than the other.

Ferranante and Flame were silent for a moment in very tacit understanding, and then stepped forward at the same time, trying to separate the two "children" who had somehow got together on the bed.

Then, unsuccessfully.

Because they hugged too tightly!

It is simply impossible to go back to each house without waking them up.

Ferranant straightened up, brushed her slightly messy blond hair back, and then said lightly to his younger brother, who was getting more and more gloomy, "Very good, Flame, you can go back."

Flame gave him a vicious look, staring fiercely at Xiaotuanzi on the bed, gritted his teeth, "My boy!"

Ferranante smiled gracefully, like a spring breeze blowing on his face, he took a step forward calmly as if he hadn't heard it, opened the door, and waved his hand towards the outside gracefully, "Goodbye."

So the hard-pressed second young master of the Bo Ruisi family said for the countless times that it is really frustrating to have such a big brother!At the same time, his partner is definitely the worst person in the world, bar none!

It was Ferente who came to visit in the second wave, and a similar history happened again: not long after, the three met again in the hospital ward.

However, the difference is that the person who was coldly dealt with last time was an Asian person surnamed Xu, but this time it was a different person.

Ferente, who rushed to the hospital after receiving the news, was devastated. He had never let go of his right hand that was covering his left chest since he entered the door. His old, still handsome face was full of unbearable pain. Zhengyu couldn't help but Worried, whether the bed under him will abdicate in the next moment.

He didn't give Ferranante a look at all. As soon as he entered the door, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his disciple. Just toss it like this ghost?"

Ferranant standing behind him, "Ferrante you"

Ferente: "It's raining, does it still hurt? Which damned bastard said something about protecting every hair of your blood, what a bastard."

Ferlanant's facial features were slightly distorted, and his handsome face was slightly flushed.

Ferente took out a linen handkerchief, wiped his eyes fiercely, looked at Zhengyu's high-slung legs, and yelled again, "The right arm, oh God, the right arm!!! It turned out to be the right arm. Arm! My poor child, what will you do from now on! My poor child!"

Zhengyu resisted not to look at Ferranante's face that was dying of embarrassment and anger, and patted the old man's hand holding her, dumbfounded, "It's just a scratch, just a scratch, look, there's no problem at all!"

In order to save her lover from the endless accusations as soon as possible, Zheng Yu gritted her teeth, took a breath, and quickly moved her arms up and down, and then she fell down in a cold sweat.

"You've broken your mind!"

"It's raining!"

As soon as this move was made, Ferente finally couldn't care less about the run, and Ferrante couldn't care less about self-blame. Both of them stretched out their hands to hold down Zhengyu, who was already an N-level handicap, and their expressions were stern.

"No nonsense!"

Ferranante glared at him fiercely, and opened the bandage without saying a word to check it. He was relieved to see that the wound did not collapse again, and tied it up carefully again.

While pricking, he sighed, "Zhengyu, don't scare me, really."

Zheng Yu also knew that his behavior was quite unreasonable, so he hurriedly smiled at the two of them flatteringly, and hurriedly said, "I'm fine, really, isn't my body still clear? It's really fine, Ferente, Really, the bones are fine, I can lift a dumbbell for you in two days, believe it or not?"

"you dare!"

The two voices roared in unison.

Zheng Yu immediately shrank his neck, "Just kidding, just kidding."

However, with Zhengyu's interlude, Ferente finally stopped being angry at Ferranante, and instead yelled at him!

Zheng Yu, holding the yogurt, was dumbfounded, unable to close his opened mouth for a long time.

Well, anyone who sees Mr. Bryce, who has called the wind and rain on many occasions, honestly lowers his head, and is scolded by a dry old man for being out of temper for a long time will have such a reaction.

More than an hour later, Zhengyu finally came back to his senses with difficulty, with an expression of admiration beyond belief, and respectfully handed over a glass of water, "Teacher, drink some water to moisten your throat."

The old man let out a cold snort from his nasal cavity in a very proud way, "You look so stupid, why do you call me teacher?"

Shocked by his formidable fighting power, Zheng Yu shook his head and nodded again, thinking that he was really a human being.At the same time, he took a quick glance at Ferranant who was taking out a handkerchief to wipe his face, and while slandering how much spittle was sprayed on him, he flattered him relentlessly and expressed his admiration like the water of the Yangtze River.

Ferente has an old face that has already seen through the aloofness of your conspiracy, narrowed his silver-gray eyes, and waved his hand in a particularly domineering manner, "Put away your little calculations, let me tell you, the old paper is a good disciple in a blink of an eye. People are crippled, what's the matter with the old paper?"

Hearing this, Zheng Yu felt extremely aggrieved and said helplessly, "It's not disabled, it's not."

Ferente stared, Zhengyu immediately flinched in a hopeless way, and swallowed a pack of bitter tears in a particularly miserable way, "It's a cripple, it's a cripple."

Boom.

"Ferente was right." After wiping his face, Ferrante slowly folded the handkerchief and put it back, and said to Zhengyu, "It was my negligence."

"Ferlanant." Zheng Yu was particularly unwilling to see such deep self-blame in those green eyes.

Ferente snorted heavily, but did not speak.

Ferranante looked at him quietly, with obvious fear in his voice flowing slowly like a stream, "My, negligence."

"Ferente," Zheng Yu looked over pleadingly, "it's really none of Ferrante's business. I'm a big man, so why should I still be locked in an iron box? And I'm fine."

"Isn't that a problem?!" Ferente was displeased when he heard it. He raised his cane and pointed at Zhengyu's mummy-like arms and legs. His eyes were bigger than copper bells and they were neatly trimmed. Qi's mustache also stood on end, obviously out of anger and frightened.

Zhengyu gritted his teeth, raised his right hand slightly and grabbed his cuff, "Ferente~~"

"Let go!" Ferente made his nine tunes and eighteen voices so disgusting, but he didn't dare to move, for fear of hurting him, so he could only continue blowing his beard and staring, "put away your disgusting The expression is so ugly!"

Zheng Yu chuckled and let go of his hands obediently, but still looked at him eagerly.

Staring at Zhengyu angrily for a long time, Ferente sighed and shook his head, "Oh."

He scolded Ferlanant half out of anger.

When something like this happened, that guy probably blamed himself more than anyone else, but his face was so paralyzed that he couldn't tell.I scolded him to relieve myself, otherwise I might feel uncomfortable if I kept holding back.

The old man sighed again, really, one or two of them will not be safe for a while, and I, an old man, will not be able to be clean for two days.

The author has something to say: Fuck, I originally planned to end the main text of this chapter! !

[Cover your face] Wo actually coded another whole chapter, Ma Dan couldn't stop at all...