[Comprehensive Korean Drama] Attack!Male match!

The art exhibition achieved unprecedented success, and two of the paintings were bought at high prices on the spot, which caused quite a stir.In order to express his gratitude to the professor and others who helped him, Zhengyu held a celebration banquet.

Figures swayed, cups staggered, laughter filled the air, countless long-legged beauties came and went beside Zheng Yu, it was very lively.

"Congratulations." Ferente looked at this disciple who had witnessed the growth with his own eyes, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

"Thank you." Zheng Yu thanked him sincerely, then looked at the blond man beside him, and extended his hand politely, "Mr. Ferranand, hello." This is one of the people who bought the painting just now.

"Hello." Ferranand was about 30 years old, exuding an authentic Italian style, classical and elegant.A head of soft golden hair shines brightly under the crystal lamp, sapphire green eyes are deep and distant, and two slightly thin lips are slightly drawn upwards. Even when they are not talking, they seem to be smiling, looking gentle and gentle. gentleman.

mild?gentleman?

However, Zheng Yu doesn't think so. He has been a human being in two lifetimes, even if he is not good at intrigue, he has accumulated a little bit of ability to judge people.Even when the person in front of him was smiling, his smile never reached his eyes. If you looked at him, you would feel chilly.

Not to mention the other party's prominent and senior family background in this mafia-infested country, if anyone really regards him as a polite and gentle gentleman, well, you forgot to bring your eyeballs.

Ferente smiled, "Mr. Ferranand is an old friend of mine. He also loves art very much. He is a senior collector and his knowledge is no less than that of ordinary professionals."

Zhengyu couldn't listen to what Ferente was saying, but felt that the way Ferranand looked at him gave him a creepy feeling, and he felt uncomfortable all over.Xin said, teacher, you are not wrong to say that you are not worrying at all, it is really good enough to make friends with such a dangerous guy at a long age.

Ferranand twitched the corners of his mouth gracefully and modestly, his green eyes flickered with joy, and looked at Zhengyu very intently, "Long time ago, I didn't expect Mr. Xu Zhengyu himself to be as good as his paintings." Said Wan also narrowed his eyes meaningfully.

Zhengyu bowed uncomfortably, "Thank you." During the whole process from lowering his head to raising his head, he never looked directly into Ferranand's eyes.

Ferranand blinked slowly, changed the subject without a trace, and began to discuss the classical painting school with Ferente in his characteristic low and magnetic voice, and asked Yu Zhengyu's opinion from time to time.

I have to say that what Ferente said is correct. Ferranand has a wide range of knowledge. No matter which painting school he talks about, he can say some insightful insights. He also has the common problem of rich people: he loves to travel, There are so many wonderful stories to tell.Moreover, this person is well versed in the way of communication, his tone is neither urgent nor slow, and his voice is neither high nor low, neither making the other party feel aggressive nor making people feel that he is ostentatious.

In short, talking to him is definitely a pleasant thing.

After a few rounds, Zhengyu's balance has gradually tilted, and he began to secretly review his "prejudice".After all, he is the helm of the mafia family. Do you want him to be as gentle and harmless as a little sheep?

Moreover, Zheng Yu subconsciously glanced at Ferranant who was turning his head to discuss the relationship between color and layout with Ferente, and felt that this person is not so sharp now.

As if aware of his gaze, Ferranante turned his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his eyes were bent down, giving him a particularly elegant and noble smile.

Zhengyu, who was caught, felt a little embarrassed immediately, and he was reflecting on his "prejudice" in his heart, so he couldn't help muttering, could it be that he really has a villain's heart?

Ferranante took a sip of the champagne in his hand and smiled, "Mr. Xu Zhengyu, there are many authentic works of the masters we talked about just now in my house. If you don't mind, you can visit them."

Zhengyu's eyes lit up, "Is that so, I'm sorry," the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, and Zhengyu hurriedly made an apologetic gesture to him and Ferente, and ran to a corner to answer the phone, "Grandpa, Why did you call at this time? Oh, what! I'll go back right away!"

"What's the matter, is something wrong?" Ferente asked with concern when he saw that the disciple who had hurried back had a bad expression on his face.

"I'm sorry," Zheng Yu felt dizzy, trying to organize his thoughts, and nodded apologetically to Ferranante, "My brother's parents just passed away, I have to go back, sorry, professor I "

"Oh my God," Ferente covered his chest, then hugged Zhengyu who was looking very pale, and kissed his forehead, "Go, child, I'm here, go quickly."

At this time, Zhengyu couldn't care much, and Ferente was indeed trustworthy. He was about to leave, but someone grabbed his arm suddenly, "Mr. Ferrante?"

Ferranante handed the wine glass in his hand to the waiter, with an irrefutable calm on his face, "With all due respect, you are too emotional now, and driving at night is very dangerous."

"I'm fine!" How could Zhengyu listen to this now, and he tried to shake him off with his arms, but Ferranante's strength was amazing, even Zhengyu, who had been fighting as often as eating since he was a child, couldn't shake him It's nothing.

Ferranante sneered suddenly, pulled his arm forward and sent it forward, "What do you think?"

Zheng Yu looked at his unconsciously trembling hands, and couldn't say anything to refute.how so?

People around have already looked over, Ferrante stepped forward, blocked the sight of all parties with his body, and said softly, "Zhengyu, Ferranante is right, your current state is really not suitable for driving."

"I'll take you to the airport." Ferranante nodded to Ferente, motioned for the waiter to take his coat, and dragged Zhengyu outside involuntarily.

"I" Zhengyu wanted to say something more, but was instantly frozen by Ferranant's cold gaze.

"Mr. Xu Zhengyu," Ferlanant looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes were sharp and frightening, "Please take responsibility for other passers-by."

As if being hit hard with a stick, Zhengyu opened his mouth, couldn't speak anymore, and staggered into the car.

Whether the airport is near or not, the hustle and bustle gradually recedes, and the scenery on both sides of the road flashes back quickly. Zhengyu is holding the phone tightly, dialing the number that he has already known by heart over and over again , but there is always no answer.

"Damn it! Answer the phone, you bastard!" The button was pressed so hard that it seemed as if he wanted to kill his father. Zhengyu pressed it viciously over and over again, and the sound of clicking was endless.

Ferranante, who was holding the steering wheel, glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and said softly, "You're in a good relationship?"

"Hmmm." Frustrated, Zhengyu closed the phone, squeezed his forehead hard, and subconsciously bit his lips, "Very good, the brother who grew up together." The brother I really, really like.

"Really." Ferranant nodded slightly, but did not speak again.

Still unwilling to give up, Zhengyu called several times, but still no one answered.Holding the phone viciously, Zheng Yu remembered that she hadn't thanked her yet, and hurriedly said, "Well, I haven't thanked you yet."

Ferranant chuckled, "Just drop in."

"Oh," Zheng Yu nodded indiscriminately. Even after hearing what the other party said, he still felt sorry for him. This was the first time they met. "Then, I'll treat you to dinner another day."

The curvature of Ferranante's lips seemed to widen slightly, "Okay."

At the airport, Zhengyu rushed to the ticket office to ask for the fastest flight to Seoul, but unfortunately, there was a flight leaving just 10 minutes ago, and the fastest flight would be an hour later.

Zheng Yu was very anxious, but he had no choice but to scratch his hair fiercely, as if to vent his anger.

"what happened?"

Zheng Yu looked back, but saw that it was Ferranant who had just stopped the car, and couldn't help being a little surprised, "Did you not leave?"

Ferranante came to stand in front of him, lowered his head slightly, and said, "I'm worried about you."

Just three simple words, but Zheng Yu felt his heart was pulled hard.

No one has ever said such a thing to him, and even the most verbose Ms. Zhang always said "be careful".

The chest is warm.

"I'm really fine, you must be very busy, right? Go back and rest," Zheng Yu said with a bright smile, "Really, I'm already at the airport, and the safety of other pedestrians has been guaranteed. "

Ferranante also smiled, gentle and beautiful, and suddenly stepped forward to kiss Zhengyu on the forehead, "ragazzo (Note 1), it will be fine."

His voice was not high, but it carried an unspeakable convincing force.

The soft lips were slightly cold, just like this person, but the heat left on the skin was not an illusion.

Zheng Yu, who had never been treated like this before, was slightly taken aback, her phoenix eyes widened, and she didn't know how to react.

I have traveled to many countries, held hands and kissed each other ten times, but rarely kissed the forehead. Shouldn't this be a special intimate person, or a gesture between the elders and the younger generation?

However, the person in front of him had the usual expression and a steady tone, but Zheng Yu miraculously couldn't find any breakthrough that should be abnormal.

Looking at Ferranante, Zheng Yu really calmed down slowly, the irritability and anxiety in his heart subsided little by little, and he returned to peace.

Maybe, being a few years older than yourself really makes a difference.

Perhaps in order to further calm Zheng Yu's mood, Ferranant cleverly brought up the topic, and then Zheng Yu began to talk about their childhood stories.

Undoubtedly, Ferranante is still a very qualified listener. In the face of Zhengyu's almost cathartic speech, which was even incoherent in many places, he did not show the slightest bit of impatience. On the contrary, he also showed great enthusiasm. Look interested.

Ferranante's deep green eyes narrowed slightly, and some emotions flashed in them from time to time, but Zheng Yu, who was immersed in his own memories, did not notice.

Oh, Ferranant tapped his knee slightly with his slender index finger, and his mind was spinning.The Asian boy in front of him said two names the most, and whenever one of them was mentioned, his beautiful black eyes would glow slightly, and his delicate face would reveal a softness that was hard to detect by ordinary people.

So, Ferranant raised his eyebrows slightly, Xue Gongcan?Oh, the pronunciation of Korean names is very awkward for him, he is not sure if he is right, but it is impossible for anyone to hear the same name hundreds of times from the same population in just twenty minutes I will remember it like a gourd painting.

I'm afraid it's not just the simple respect for the elder brother that the boy said that poured into this person, right?

Finally heard the broadcast tone prompting to check-in, Zhengyu quickly stopped talking, and said goodbye to Ferranant politely, "Thank you very much for today."

Ferranante smiled slightly, bypassed the outstretched hand, and gave Zhengyu a big hug, "Be careful."

Zheng Yu's arms stopped in mid-air, and then he patted the opponent's back lightly a few times, "Thank you, and you should be careful when driving."

Well, it should be a very happy thing to have such a friend, right?

Thinking of this, Zheng Yu suddenly wasn't surprised at all that Professor Ferente would treat Ferrante as a matter of forgetting to make friends.