[Comprehensive Korean Drama] Attack!Male match!

After entering the box, Zhengyu came back to his senses completely, and looked at Ferlanant, who had a normal expression, with a black line all over his face.

Ferranant smiled in a rare playful way, "Don't you think it's interesting to play tricks on the media once in a while?"

Hearing what he said, Zheng Yu, who has a little devil factor in her own, touched her chin subconsciously, and actually started to think seriously, "Well, really, why didn't I think about it before?"

Ferranant half-truthfully embraced his shoulders, and put his foreheads together, very affectionately, "Of course it's because I haven't met me."

Zhengyu laughed, raised his arms and hugged him back vigorously, and even slapped him on the back vigorously with some revenge, looked at him with a slight frown, and pushed him away with satisfaction, "Haha, who told you not to notify me in advance?" I!"

Ferranante smiled, took Zhengyu's palm indifferently, and kissed the back of his hand devoutly, with fiery eyes, "I'm sorry."

A feeling like an electric shock went up his arm to his mind in an instant, and he withdrew his hand with the wiper, staring at the stage in front of him unnaturally, "Look, watch the show!"

Looking at Zhengyu's rapidly turning red earlobes with a smile, Ferranant felt that he was in a very happy mood.

With the progress of the performance, Zheng Yu also gradually devoted himself to the great cause of appreciation, and the discomfort just now had no effect.

All the classic pieces were played on the stage, and the air seemed to be filled with distant memories that had been baptized by the years.

Looking at the obsessed Zhengyu next to him, Ferranante couldn't help asking knowingly, "Do you like it?" Well, well, he just wanted to find something to say, what's the matter?Um?Any questions?

Zheng Yu nodded without hesitation, feeling sincerely, "Ah, it really is a classic."

He really liked this, and he couldn't help it once the chatterbox started, and he started a discussion with Ferranante.

"A real classic can ignore the passage of time, even if it is displaced and turbulent, it will not drown its essence and brilliance, and it will last forever, fermenting and precipitating in the long river of history, and then continue to exude charming charm charm."

Ferranante propped his face with one hand, looking out at Zhengyu who was intoxicated, with a gentle expression, "But new things are occasionally very tasty, aren't they?"

Zheng Yu shook his head and smiled, "You said it too, only occasionally. Only things that have truly passed the test of time are the essence and can be passed down forever."

Ferranant chuckled, "That's why Zheng Yu is so strict with himself?"

Zhengyu smiled brightly, nodded, and looked longingly, "Yes, no one doesn't want to, right?" His eyes gradually blurred, shining brightly against the light, and his voice was low and low like a whisper, "Those great men who have long been asleep are like a bright galaxy. The stars in the firefly, their brilliance, will not dim no matter how many centuries pass. Every firefly longs to become a star."

All the gorgeous decorations around have become a dim background, Zhengyu under the lights is beautiful like an angel, so firm, so persistent, so unbearably close, and then hugged him fiercely middle.

Ferranant smiled silently. He was really sure that he had completely fallen.

Raising his hand and rubbing the top of Zhengyu's head, Ferranante said softly, "Zhengyu will be the most dazzling star."

The uncomfortable feeling just now spread in his heart again, Zhengyu couldn't help but slightly hid to the side, and then he was not surprised to see Ferranant with a hurt expression, "That"

Ferranante still maintained the posture of reaching out, and sighed softly, "You hate my touch?"

Zheng Yu shook his head hastily, and murmured, "I'm not a child, why are you touching my head?"

Ferranante smiled, "But Zhengyu's hair is soft and cool, and feels very comfortable to the touch, what should I do?" Then he added very seriously, "I don't want to stop."

Zheng Yu was speechless, with a troubled expression on his face.

Ferranant hooked the corners of his lips, "Let's watch the show."

However, Zheng Yu couldn't watch the next performance as engrossedly as he did at the beginning, he was so dazed by the guesswork in his heart that he couldn't suppress it, his heart was beating like a drum.

I hope not, I don't want to lose a good friend.

Maybe my thoughts are shameless and selfish, but is it not good to keep the current relationship and distance like this?They can be friends who talk about everything, can't they?

However, what annoyed him the most was that he didn't reject Ferranante's approach at all, even, even with a faint desire that was ashamed to say!

Zheng Yu bit his tongue fiercely, trying to put himself in the original position, however, the result was not satisfactory to him.

As soon as the performance ended, Zheng Yu didn't even bother to give the performers sincere applause, so he hurried out, with a sense of fleeing in his footsteps.

"It's raining!" Ferranant grabbed him, and after realizing the fierce resistance of the other party, he said with a smile, "Coat."

"Oh!" Seizing the coat and putting it on indiscriminately, Zhengyu walked out again, and was stopped again, and he couldn't help raising his voice, "Ferlanant!"

Ferranante sighed, took a step forward, and stretched out his hand.

Zhengyu took a step back reflexively, and Ferranante narrowed his eyes, cornered him with a few steps, and laughed a second before the opponent was about to explode, "Are you going to face the reporters outside like this?"

Zheng Yu followed his line of sight and looked down, almost wanting to bite off his own tongue in annoyance, only to see that the four buttons of the coat had been fastened wrongly by him one and a half times, and one was simply crooked on one side. Looking at the companion who occupied his place alone, it was extremely desolate.

Ferranante unbuttoned him involuntarily, then fastened them one by one, and finally helped him smooth the corners of his clothes, and even pecked him lightly at the corner of his mouth!When he left, he seemed a little reluctant to leave, the tip of his soft and warm tongue slowly drew a circle, and then came back again, drawing little by little Zhengyu's slightly parted lips due to excessive surprise.One of Ferranant's hands had even moved down unknowingly, and quietly reached Zhengyu's waist, and tried to pull out the hem of the silk shirt that was in the way from under the belt.

The slightly cool air flowed in through the gaps between the buttons of the slightly messy shirt, bringing a trace of coolness, and finally awakened Zhong Zhengyu's mind that was shocked.

Right now, Zheng Yu just wanted to pretend to be stupid, even if he wanted to avoid it!

Shocked, he stepped back suddenly before Ferranante's tongue invaded his mouth, but forgot his position, so he slammed into the wall hard, and there was a sudden dull pain in the back of his head, which made him unable to bear it. He kept breathing in a low voice, "Oh!"

"Show me!" Ferranant didn't bother to tease Zhengyu, and hurriedly took his head to check it carefully with the light, and touched it again, "There shouldn't be any major problems, but there will definitely be a big bag. "As he spoke, he held Zheng Yu's face in his hands, and asked in a posture that was almost touching, "Why do you want to escape from me so impatiently?"

Lighting, posture, and sound are all ambiguous, and even a throbbing slowly floats in the air.

In the pair of emerald green eyes in front of him flashed some emotions that Zheng Yu didn't dare and didn't want to guess.

The temperature seemed to be gradually rising, and his breathing became uncontrollable and rapid.

Something, seems to be out of control.

"Don't, don't get so close!" Zheng Yu struggled subconsciously, and then bumped his head again without any surprise, with a bang, tears were about to come out this time.

"Okay, okay." Ferranant let go of his hand dumbfoundingly, and took a step back, "I won't do anything now, you don't have to hurt yourself."

"Who's self-harming, bastard!" Zheng Yu, who was tearing up, held his head in his hands, and finally couldn't help cursing, so much so that he completely ignored the first half of the sentence.

Shaking his head, Zhengyu made a bitter face, and cursed in a low voice, "Damn it, it must be a concussion to do this again!" He walked out while cursing, and was dragged back by Ferranante who started making a phone call. Stopping and jumping, "Hey! I'm doing it!"

Ferranante ignored him, pinned him tightly with one hand, and said to the phone, "Dorry, send an inconspicuous car to the back door." Then Zhengyu struggled like a cat whose fur had blown up. Said, "You must not be in the mood to deal with the journalists who are bloody now, are you?"

Zheng Yu was taken aback for a moment, then remembered the farce directed by the person in front of him when he entered the door, and nodded.By the way, they shouldn't really write indiscriminately! ?

He looked at Ferranant worriedly, but couldn't speak because of the episode just now.

Ferranante still didn't let go, but said, "Don't worry, as long as you don't like it, those reports won't appear."

Unable to look directly at the connivance in the opponent's eyes, Zhengyu could only choose to escape.

He found that he couldn't look into Ferranant's bottomless eyes at all. There were two bottomless seas there, which seemed calm, but deep down were full of turbulent eddies and undercurrents. If you are not careful, you will be sucked in severely.