[Comprehensive Korean Drama] Attack!Male match!

Speaking of which, Galia originally thought that after she got married, she would be able to dance with her third son from time to time, exchange feelings, and go out for a stroll from time to time, but it’s still the same sentence, the ideal is full, and the reality is very skinny.

In the three years after marriage, not only did she fail to realize the above wishes, but she clearly realized a very serious problem:

That is, the eldest son's possessiveness is simply too outrageous.

It's good to have a dance, and in the next three days, you can't expect to see Zheng Yu's good son;

Smiling and accompanying myself to an old sisters’ party, it’s good, don’t expect to eat delicious food in the next week

So after the eldest son's third wedding anniversary party ended, Calia had a secret conversation with her in-law, Ms. Zhang, who was far away in South Korea overnight. On the second day, she stared at the eldest son's black face, smiled and took Zhengyu's hand and suggested, "Zheng Yu, look at our elders who have nothing to do, we are so lonely, otherwise you and Fei Lie will have a few children for us to take care of!"

"Pfft!" Zheng Yu immediately sprayed the coffee that he hadn't had time to swallow all over the floor, and then he was dumbfounded.

Calia dodged the coffee attack with agility, and calmly beckoned the servant to come over to clean up, and continued, "Look, we are still strong and healthy, and we are not afraid of any number of children. Otherwise, when we grow old, I’m afraid I’m powerless.” While saying that, he winked at Ferranant meaningfully.

Originally thinking that his lover was still too young, Ferlanant, who had no intention of thinking about it, heard this, and then saw his mother's expression, and suddenly felt that it seemed necessary to think about it.

Just do it, so the husband and wife had an in-depth and thorough discussion all night that night, you know.

The next day, Zhengyu, who was sleepy, received a call from Ms. Zhang again, and what he said was similar to that of Calia.

After hanging up the phone, Zhengyu fell asleep with his mouth open for several hours, and after waking up, he dragged Ferranant into a serious discussion.

Regardless of personal achievements, both families have huge foundations that cannot be ignored, and it is simply unrealistic not to have an heir.

The two lay side by side on the bed/on the bed, foolishly conceiving the scene of sending their children to school, and became more and more excited.

If you want it, when you have a flower, you just go to travel around the world with your son!

So things were decided happily.

Zhengyu and Ferranante decided to get their own child through test tube baby.

After several months of rigorous selection, Ferranante and Zhengyu locked their eyes on the two documents.

Except for the necessary information, the egg donor information is completely confidential, and neither the donor nor the recipient will know the other's first and last name.

This is undoubtedly a very reassuring measure.

High IQ, high education, clean background, no family genetic history.

These are the prerequisites for Zheng Yu and Ferranant's choice.

After finally waiting for future generations to find something incomplete, this kind of assumption couldn't be more cruel.

Out of the same mood, Ferranant chose a woman with black hair, while Zheng Yu asked for blonde hair without hesitation.

However, nine months later, when the Blaises, Ms. Zhang and a group of people gathered together with great anticipation to welcome the two healthy baby boys, their expressions coincided with each other and were slightly subtle.

Oh, and don't get me wrong, they're all healthy and downright cute.

The reason why everyone has such a reaction is because the two little guys have dark black fetal hair.

Ferranante looked at his sons silently, sighed for a while, then looked at his lover with a rather complicated look, "Is melanin really so powerful?"

Fortunately, the little guy who was named Angelobris inherited his father's green eyes as he wished, and then showed everyone the most beautiful emerald in the world the moment he opened his eyes.

Although the baby who was named Xu Le by his incompetent father did not inherit his father's phoenix eyes, the big cat pupils are very beautiful, and he is also born to laugh, and he does not cry or make trouble. Shallow dimples.

Couldn't be cuter.

Xu Le, a name so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary, entrusts his blessings to him.

A happy life.

Angelo was born two days earlier than Lele, and he is the older brother.

In fact, according to Ferranante's plan, the role of the son, at least at present, is to attract the attention of the parents.However, people have made mistakes, and Mr. Brace obviously made a very serious problem:

He completely miscalculated how much his lover loved the little child.

Seeing Zhengyu teasing the baby in the cradle with brightly colored toys for the umpteenth time, but turning a blind eye to his own return, Ferranant's face couldn't be darker.

What do those two meat balls who can only whisper and drool know!

Yes, he regretted it, deeply regretted it!

So after another in-depth and thorough discussion, the guardians of the two meatballs were assigned in turn on a daily basis.

Mr. Brace finally guaranteed his legal rights.

As for Mr. Xu Zhengyu, hehe, the protest is invalid.

As Angelo and Lele grew bigger, many attributes that were not obvious at birth began to gradually emerge.

Lele has faithfully inherited his father's "flirty" habit. The corners of his mouth are naturally slightly upturned. He smiles three-pointedly when he sees people, and his mouth is sweet. When he just started talking, his grandparents kept barking. to the north.

As for Angelo, after observing the eldest son for several years, Zheng Yu had to sigh to Ferranante, and said in a tone that you won, "What is melanin, facial paralysis is the real beauty."

Yes, Xu Zhengyu's eldest son has perfectly inherited the sullen attributes from his grandfather and father.

Young master Angelobris has a little facial paralysis.

Even if it was an embarrassing or even a bed-wetting incident that would embarrass ordinary little friends, Zhengyu could only infer from the little guy's slightly red ears and downcast eyelashes that he was dodging and looking at the ground. heart.

No, the two little buns who had just returned from their grandma Zhang in South Korea got out of the car hand in hand, and before they could stand still, they were pulled over by the eager grandma Jialiya, touching each other with each hand.

The smile on Lele's face seemed to have materialized, and she kept yelling when she saw someone, "Grandpa", "Grandma", "Father" and "Daddy" all the time, her little mouth was so sweet that it made her teeth fall .

On the other hand, Angelo, apart from the slight redness at the tips of his ears, just asked and answered.

"Back?" Ferranante asked.

"Yes, Father." Angelo bowed slightly with perfect etiquette.

"Everything all right?"

"Very well, father."

"Ah."

"Ah."

Zheng Yu glanced at Jia Liya's arms, counted on his fingers the delicious spicy fried rice cakes and other delicacies that Grandma Zhang had made for them in the past few days, and smiled with a strange Lele, and then look at this A pair of father and son who started to stare silently after finishing the simple conversation and couldn't greet each other simply, suddenly covered their faces.

I can't bear to look straight at it!

From old Brith to Ferranante, and then to Angelo, three generations lined up in a row, with the same expressionless faces, no one would believe anyone who said they weren't close, okay?

This directly caused Zhengyu to be worried when he went to bed at night, and kept his eyes open over and over again, making Mr. Bryce also sleepless at night.

Ferranant sighed resignedly, and turned on the bedside lamp, "What's wrong?"

Zhengyu turned over abruptly, and lay on her stomach with the pillow on her back, her expression extremely tangled, "I'm very worried about Angelo."

Ferranante raised his hand to rub his lover's black hair, the cool and soft touch made him never put it down, "There is nothing to worry about."

"No!" The deep voice as always couldn't comfort a delicate father's heart. Zheng Yu continued to frown, and the more he thought about it, the more worried he became, "How can such a young child be so bored? You have to act like a baby." He raised his head, glanced at Ferranante, and groaned, "One family with facial paralysis is enough."

Ferranante let out a muffled laugh, kissed the corner of his lover's lips, and hugged him involuntarily, "Go to sleep."

Melancholy is melancholy. After several years of careful observation, Zhengyu is 100% sure that the eldest son is only facial paralysis, not depression, and he had to give up after the correction failed.

The afternoon sun was just right, and Ferranant, as always, was face to face with his eldest son, handling family affairs as if no one else was around.

Same beautiful green eyes, same straight back, same seriousness.

Well, this is father and son, isn't it?

Since last year, Ferranante has consciously brought his eldest son with him when he was working, and taught him a few words from time to time.

Although most of the content is no different from heavenly books to Angelo, who is only six years old, and the large amount of complicated data and relationships can easily make people lose patience and feel irritable, but this child has shown The calmness that came out made him persevere.

After more than a year, Angelo gradually began to adapt to his outstanding memory and talent, and even found it quite interesting.

Zhengyu, holding the drawing board between his hands, looked at the two figures, one big and one small, in the garden, smiled, and patted another bun next to his leg, "Let's go."

"Okay, Dad!"

Today's Zhengyu has already become the kind of master who would have countless people scrambling to interpret the aesthetics of light and shadow contained in even a few paint spots accidentally spilled, and unquestionably admired.

Naturally, whether the master's heir is equally good or not has inevitably become a topic of great interest.

After his elder brother was taken to study by his father, Xu Le also asked his father to learn painting, and Zheng Yu naturally agreed.

After setting up two drawing boards, one large and one small, Zheng Yu explained patiently, and then watched the youngest son struggle to smear on the canvas, feeling complicated.

It has been several months since he learned painting from himself, and Zheng Yu had to let himself face up to a reality: the youngest son does not have the talent for painting.

It is true that the child is very hardworking, he even cruelly took out his usual afternoon play time to learn painting after himself, and he did not make a sound when his immature palms were bleeding.

However, the pictures under Xu Le's brushes are totally devoid of spirituality and vividness.

Zhengyu sighed silently again, this child is destined not to be able to make great achievements in painting.

Carefully tracing on the canvas, Xu Le couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief when he saw the blanks that were finally filled in. Then he quickly turned his head and looked at Zheng Yu with sparkling eyes, "Dad, I'm done painting! How is it?"

Facing his youngest son's expectant eyes, Zheng Yu's heart twitched hard.

He bent down, touched the little guy's furry head with a smile, and kissed his forehead tenderly, "Well, Lele worked hard."

Xu Le immediately showed a bright smile, extremely happy.

Zheng Yu hugged his son on his lap and sat down, stroked the little guy's hair, and asked softly, "Lele, tell Dad, do you like drawing?"

The small body froze suddenly, and the long eyelashes kept trembling.

After a few seconds, Xu Le looked up at Zhengyu, nodded vigorously, "I like it!"

Zheng Yu glanced at his son's slightly trembling little hands, and asked again, "Do you really like it?"

"Father!" Xu Le said loudly, his big eyes widened, "I, um, I like it very much, very much."

Zheng Yu sighed in his heart, hugged this soft body into his arms, and kissed the soft heart, "Good boy."

What a stubborn boy, silly boy.

Dad will protect you from the wind and rain.

Dad is here.

Dad hopes that you can do what you really like regardless of everything, understand?

Before Zheng Yu could figure it out and find a suitable opportunity to have a good talk with his son, the next day, when he went to find Xu Le, Xu Le was gone.

The Bris mansion was suddenly in turmoil, and everyone acted and quickly carried out a carpet search.

Ferlanant directly ordered someone to watch the surveillance video to confirm that the youngest son had not left, but was probably hiding in a corner of the mansion.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, although it was inevitable to be worried, as long as they didn't leave.

The search was still going on, and Zheng Yu felt like his heart was about to break.

He took a deep breath, knocked on the door of old Bryce's study, "Dad."

Old Bryce, who was sitting behind the desk, looked up when he heard the sound, "Come in."

Zheng Yu asked, "Lele, did you find it?"

Old Bryce shook his head, "Don't worry, I've confirmed that no suspicious person came in or out. That kid is always active, so he must be hiding."

Having said that, Zheng Yu didn't think she could calm down.

After the door was closed, old Bryce moved his chair back and said to the little guy under the table, "Come out."

The person squatting in the large space under the desk is Xu Le who caused the commotion outside!

The little guy sat with his legs crossed, his little chin resting on his lap with baby fat, he blinked and asked in a low voice, "Is daddy gone?"

Old Bryce was amused for a while, but his face was still serious, "Yeah."

Just about to climb out, Xu Le suddenly hesitated, with a very tangled expression, "Will Dad be very angry?"

Old Bryce snorted coldly, "He won't be angry, because he is about to die of anxiety."

"Wuuu, grandpa!" After a moment of stunned, the little guy's mouth was flattened, and he suddenly started to cry without any warning. The tears fell down in big drops, crackling on the marble floor.

The cold face that old Bo Ruisi managed to maintain collapsed in an instant, and he suffered a crushing defeat.

"Oh, my little darling, come here quickly." At this moment, the old man didn't care about maintaining the majesty of the old man, he hurriedly hugged the little grandson on his lap, took out his handkerchief, and clumsily handed it to the little guy. I wiped my tears.

"Woohoo!" Xu Le's tears flowed non-stop like a flood that had opened the floodgates, soaking old Bris's linen handkerchief in a short while.

Seeing his always lively, talkative and laughing grandson crying out of breath, old Bris felt like a boulder weighed down several tons, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.

Old Bo Ruisi was always a taciturn person, but now, in order to coax Xu Le, he was sweating profusely and felt that his tongue was about to get knotted.

Crying and crying, when little friend Xu Le finally forced himself to stop, old Bryce was about to collapse.

Stretching out his hand and tugging at the collar of his shirt, old Bo Ruisi asked cautiously, "Who bullied you? Tell grandpa, grandpa will send someone to kill him right away!"

Xu Le hiccupped hard and shook his head desperately, "No, hiccup, no one bullies Lele."

"Then why are you crying?"

Confusedly tearing at his little hand, the little guy tried his best to wrinkle his brows into a ball, and then he choked and said, "Yes, it's Lele's fault. Huh, Dad, I'm sorry! Huh, Grandpa, I'm sorry!"

Then, old Bryce finally used his extraordinary logical ability and imagination in the intermittent and fragmented description of his little grandson, and finally pieced together the cause of the incident:

It has been more than half a year since Xu Le took the initiative to ask to learn painting from his father. Although the little guy is young, his mind is very sharp and he is also very sensitive to people's emotions. Dad's height too.

In addition, my father asked that question again yesterday. After struggling for a day, the little guy felt that he was too stupid and failed his father's expectations.

Therefore, I have no face to see my father.

After listening to it, old Bryce was both relieved and distressed, and then there was a lot of clumsy consolation with chaotic word order.

When Xu Le calmed down a little bit, Old Bryce said, "Lele, honey, it's not your fault, you know?"

Xu Le sniffled and said in a muffled voice, "It's my fault, I didn't do well enough."

Old Bryce retorted, "Of course not, you've worked hard enough."

Xu Le raised his head, his delicate little face was about to cry, "But, brother Darren learned from Uncle Flame very well, and father is also very satisfied with brother's progress, me, me, woohoo."

The afternoon sun came in through the glass window and fell into the little guy's eyes, making them a deep blue.

It wasn't obvious when he was young, but as he got older, Xu Le's mixed blood gene also began to become more obvious.The most intuitive among them is this pair of eyes that easily glow with a faint blue brilliance under the sunlight.

Like a deep sea, it is so beautiful.

Old Bryce kissed his eyes, gently swayed his small body in his arms, and said, "Then, grandpa asks you, do you like drawing?"

"I like it." Xu Le nodded without hesitation.

"Why do you like it, and how do you like it?" Old Bryce carefully considered the way of asking.

"Well," Xu Le thought hard, and then said, "Because Dad likes it very much, so Lele likes it too."

"Hehe," Old Briss smiled, and kissed his little grandson's soft cheek, "So, it's because of Dad, right?"

After a moment of silence, Xu Le nodded in shame, and then whispered, "Dad is very good, I want to be as good as my father, and I want to be with my father."

"Oh, my little angel." Old Bryce was almost melted by his young grandson's immature emotions.

"Grandpa," Xu Le looked over anxiously, eyes full of shame and worry, "but I can't do well, grandpa, dad, will dad be disappointed? Will he not like Lele?"

"Stupid boy," old Bryce laughed, "you don't know how much your father loves you."

The little head was lifted up, her white and tender cheeks flushed red.

Seriously imprinting a kiss on the brow of the little guy, old Bryce looked deeply into the little guy's eyes, "He loves you, very, very much, forever."

"grandfather."

Another immature, but contradictory and coordinated voice mixed with calm sounded outside the door.

"Angelo, come in." Old Brasil said loudly, and smiled at Xu Le in his arms, "Look, your brother is here to pick you up."

"Grandpa," Angelo bowed to old Bryce, then stretched out his hand, and said seriously to the younger brother in the old man's arms, "Father asked me to take you home."

Xu Le stretched out his hand subconsciously, and by the time he realized it, he had already been taken a few steps away by his brother.

"Grandpa." Before going out, Xu Le turned around and looked at Old Buruis.

"Go," the old man smiled and looked at the two little guys with a calm voice, "tell him what you think boldly, my brave boy."

"Thank you and I love you, Grandpa."

"Hey, I love you too."

The two small figures walked out side by side, closed the door carefully, held hands, and walked forward.

"Idiot, why are you hiding?"

"Brother, will brother think Lele is stupid?"

"Fool."

"Woooo, it really is."

"Stupid, stupid, my father said that every little angel has wings that suit him."

"what?"

"You got the wrong wings, idiot!"

"You said me again!"

"Fool."

So, more than ten years later, Xu Le became an excellent forensic doctor.

Oh, especially good at dissection.

The author has something to say: Haha, it’s finally over, Sahua~!

Dear friends who have been with Gua all this time, you have worked hard~ Meme!