[Comprehensive Korean Drama] Attack!Male match!

As soon as he went out, Zhengyu was attracted by the scene outside: it was snowing.

It rarely snows in Florence in winter, and such heavy snow is even rarer.

Under the dim light, the snowflakes seem to be haloed and trimmed with gold, which is shockingly beautiful.They are like countless pure white elves descending from the sky, falling lightly, pure and peaceful, unconditionally containing and covering up all the filth and sin in the world.

As if her breath was taken away, Zheng Yu stared blankly at everything in front of her, and suddenly didn't want to take the car anymore.

Seeing what he was thinking, Ferranante winked at Dori, who nodded knowingly, and ordered the car to start slowly along the road to see when his boss used it before starting.

"Let's go." Ferranante stepped forward first, stepping on the ground that had already accumulated a thin layer of snow.

Seeing the man who stepped into the snow field without hesitation, Zheng Yu hesitated, chased after him, and whispered, "You don't have to accompany me."

Ferranante glanced at him, "I'm worried about you walking on the street alone."

Zheng Yu frowned, "I fight very well."

Ferranante shook his head, "I'm not the only one who has vision. Besides, this is not South Korea, everyone may have a gun."

Zheng Yu opened his mouth, unable to speak.Well well, it wasn't his fault that he didn't have a gun!But thinking of the first half of the sentence, he felt a little hot on his face.

After it was over, I couldn't help cursing myself secretly, where did the thick skin that usually hooks up with beautiful women go, what the hell is wrong with your hot face!

It was late at night, and it was snowing again. The few pedestrians walked in a hurry. The street was very quiet, as if only the thin snow under your feet made a slight creaking sound. When you calm down, you can almost hear the snow falling. The sound, that kind of particularly crisp and ethereal jingle bell.

Stopping, Zhengyu raised his head vigorously, let the icy snowflakes gently fall on his face, and then listened to them melt and rustle.

He stretched out his hand and tried to grab these countless small ice crystals composed of hexagons, but he could only watch them disappear slowly.

The cold crystals come into contact with the skin, quickly take away the temperature belonging to the body, and then return it with clarity.

The boredom accumulated in my heart from all sides gradually faded away, replaced by rare tranquility and peace.

The melody I heard in the concert hall just now slowly echoed in my mind, over and over again, louder and clearer than the first time.

As if he had discovered something, Zheng Yu murmured, "It's short, but it's eternal."

"Ephemeral, eternal? Classic?"

Zhengyu's eyes became brighter and brighter, his speech became faster and faster, and his breathing became quicker, as if he had captured something particularly important.

"That's right, that's it!" Suddenly, Zheng Yu yelled loudly, with a clarity that finally cleared the fog, "I got it, I got it!"

Ferranant frowned slightly, and couldn't help but stepped forward, "It's raining?"

"Go back, hurry up, go back! Go back to the studio!" Not being able to control that much anymore, Zhengyu dashed over, grabbing Ferranante's coat tightly, "Quick!"

Ferranante looked at the bright and scary eyes in front of him, shook his head, helplessly wiped off the unmelted snowflakes on his forehead and hair, and waved to the car not far away.

The car had reached the maximum number of yards within the safe and controllable range, but Zheng Yu still felt that it was slow as hell and fidgeted.

After finally getting to the studio, Zhengyu jumped off in a hurry, ran to the easel in a rampage all the way, rudely tore off the canvas with only two dots on it, replaced it with a new one, and wiped the melted snow on his forehead indiscriminately Water, began to quickly adjust the paint, the force was so amazing that the palette was poked by him and banged.

After shouting a few times, Ferranant, who couldn't respond at all, shook his head helplessly, squeezed the space between his brows, and said to Duo Rui behind him, "Go get the notebook and the documents you need tomorrow, what time is tomorrow's meeting? "

Dory flipped through the memo, "10:30."

Ferranant roughly estimated the time, "Come and pick me up before ten o'clock," he just turned around and called her again, thinking for a while, "Don't be too early."

Duo Rui nodded knowingly, and then asked with a smile, "Do you need me to bring you breakfast?"

Glancing at her approvingly, Ferlanant nodded his chin, "Come here on time at nine o'clock, by the way, Chinese style."

After quickly adding a few lines to the memo, Duo Rui turned around and got into the car, and sped away. He came back an hour later, carrying the things Ferranant needed, plus two thick blankets, and said very considerately, "Forgive my self-assertion, Boss. Before I left, I accidentally glanced at it. Except for a long-haired carpet, I'm sorry, I couldn't find anything to keep it warm."

"well-done."

In view of the fact that Zhengyu had already fallen into an almost crazy state of being alone, poor Mr. Ferranant had to sit alone on the sofa against the wall, facing the table which was obviously low and narrow for him who was going to work. on the casual small table, typing on the keyboard alone.

The chubby hour hand went round and round, and the sky outside gradually faded from the darkness to a little white, the snow was still falling, and long and thin snow strips had piled up on the dry branches. It suddenly tilted down, making a rustling sound.

When he finally stopped with satisfaction, Zhengyu's hands were already stiff, and he couldn't even move his fingers away from the paintbrush nimbly, so he had to rely on the strength of the other five fingers.

However, before he clumsily put it into practice, a pair of extra hands suddenly took the brush away from his right finger, and then began to massage it gently.

"Ah!" Zhengyu, who had never thought that there would be a second person, yelled reflexively, turned his head subconsciously, and was stunned, "Ferlanant? Why are you here?"

Massaging Zhengyu's hands, Ferranant let go after watching them recover their blood color, and slowly pulled him up to stand up, "Should I feel sad for my weak sense of existence? Can I stand up?" ?”

"Hiss!" After doing it for a whole night, his two legs are like two pieces of hard wood, and when he touched his waist, Zhengyu didn't feel anything at all.

"I can't help it." Ferranant simply shook his head, and then picked him up.

"Hey, hey, hey!" After a moment of sluggishness, Zheng Yu began to struggle hard, and endless shame attacked him, "I can walk by myself!" I don't want to be hugged by a princess!

Looking at him contemptuously, Ferranant snorted coldly, "Use these two sticks?"

"Just get used to it for a while!"

"Listen," involuntarily throwing Zhengyu onto the only long-haired carpet that can lie on a person. A layer of blankets has been laid on it beforehand, and then another layer is forced on him, and the temperature in the room is raised by a few degrees. , Ferranante stared at him with faintly bloodshot eyes, and his tone was irrefutable, "It's 10:30, I have a meeting at [-]:[-], and you have to go to class at [-]:[-], so, I need it, and you need it too, sleep! Now, close your eyes and go to sleep!" He also lay down while saying that, with his hands still tightly wrapped around Zheng Yu's waist.

"Don't, don't, don't!" Zheng Yu, who had a very sensitive waist, shrank back miserably, "Don't be like this."

Ferranante ignored him at all, hugged him tightly, closed his eyes and said, "Two choices, sleep well, or, shall I force you to be quiet?"

When Ferranante became serious, any words that came out of his mouth would have infinite convincing power. Zhengyu swallowed nervously, but he still couldn't ignore the bursts of heat coming from his waist, which was extremely uncomfortable. twist.

Ferranante opened his eyes, frowning tightly, looking at Zhengyu with horror.

After a few long seconds, Ferranant transferred his arms to Zhengyu's back, closed his eyes again, and said, "Sleep."

After tossing and tossing for so long, Zheng Yu didn't have the energy to negotiate again, his heavy eyelids were firmly glued together, and he entered Mengxiang in an instant.

An unprecedented peaceful sleep, until he was awakened by a small sound.

"Huh?" Opening his eyes with difficulty, Zheng Yu found that Ferranant had finished tidying up, and had breakfast quickly and gracefully.

Glancing at him, Feranand nodded to the other side of the table, "Get up and eat, and sleep before I leave, or your stomach will hurt."

But Zhengyu was really sleepy, and just about to bury himself back into the blanket habitually, he suddenly thought of a question, "Well, why are you here?"

Ferranante wiped his mouth, finally stood up and straightened his tie, "I'm worried about you."

It was the second time I heard this sentence, but the shock in my heart remained undiminished.

Worried, worried that I will fall into a state of madness again and curl up alone in the corner?

The drowsiness disappeared in an instant, and Zheng Yu covered himself in a blanket like an ostrich, his heart beating wildly.But he was picked out the next moment, Ferranante's handsome face was in front of his eyes, he blinked nervously, "Do, what do you do?"

Ferranante smiled, "I'm sorry, huh?"

nod.

"Then, it's okay to charge a little in return, right?" Ferlanant smiled more cheerfully, and the alarm bells in Zhengyu's heart rang, and he was blocked before he could speak.

"No no no no!"

Apparently staying up all night couldn't deplete Ferranante's usual vigorous energy and stamina, or the breakfast he ate just now replenished his energy well. dizzy.

The soft tongue swept frantically in the cavity, with an irresistible force, the rain was receding and there was no way to retreat, the body fluid in the mouth had no time to swallow, it remained along the corners of the lips, it was shiny and very attractive.

After the kiss was over, Ferranante kissed his forehead again before looking at his watch, regretfully saying, "I have to go, what a pity."

"Huhu, cough cough!" Zhengyu, who was full of Venus in front of his eyes, panted heavily, the extreme lack of oxygen made him unable to move, "I, I have no regrets at all, hehe!"

"It's dishonest." Ferranante sighed, trying to move his mouth again.

"Get out!" With all his strength, Zheng Yu grabbed the blanket under his hand and pressed it hard against his face.

"Boss," Duo Rui urged outside, "It's time, it's time to go."

Ferranante stood up without further intention, and kissed Zhengyu who was staring at him angrily, "Goodbye."

"Know your size!"

Ferranante paused, and then turned back, like a vigorous male leopard, with his hands on the ground, lying condescendingly above Zhengyu.

"You, don't mess around!" Zheng Yu looked at him vigilantly, his heart pounding.His physical strength has not yet recovered, and he can't exert much strength at all now, and his mind is not listening, and he is a little blank for a while.

"Heh." Ferranant suddenly chuckled, then bent down suddenly, and sucked and sucked on Zhengyu's neck with such force that Zhengyu suspected that his skin must have been broken!

"You bastard!" Zhengyu, who finally came back to his senses, bent his knees, pushed hard against Ferranant's abdomen, and then pushed upwards.

Ferranante was forced to get up, looked at the red-faced Zhengyu with a smile, and quickly lowered his head while he was not paying attention, licked twice on the hickey that had started to turn red and purple, and said in an ambiguous tone, "Make a mark."

The scorching hot breath sprayed on the ear, and the conditioned reflex of the rain was a shiver, and finally became angry, and kicked out fiercely, "Get out of your mother's mark!"

However, Mr. Bryce, who was extremely powerful, stood up with just a neat support, and the attack naturally fell through.

Satisfied, he opened the door, and Ferranante blew another kiss to the frantic Zhengyu behind him, "Don't miss me too much."

With trembling hands, Zhengyu, who was full of shame and anger, grabbed the blanket and threw it at him, "Get out!"

Of course, the heavy blanket did not touch the cunning Ferranante, but slid down the closed door pitifully, and then lay there limply and motionless.

After being stirred up by Ferranant, Zhengyu also felt his stomach growling when he smelled the aroma of the breakfast on the table. The madness of the night was no joke.

Climbing up in a daze, Zhengyu almost half-closed his eyes to wipe out the hot meat buns and delicious porridge he bought from no one knew where. Just as he was about to continue crawling back to catch up on sleep, out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the steamed stuffed buns under the plate that seemed to be A small note was revealed.

Twist it up and take a look: "Hey, my boss is a rare good man with good eyesight!" The lower part also draws a stick figure of a coquettish beauty, winking and blowing kisses outward.

Trembling and trembling, the small piece of paper was dismembered in an instant, and a roar erupted in the studio, "Good job, sister!"

Once again, he buried himself deeply in the blanket, and he could still smell the smell of the other person when he breathed.

Feeling flustered for no reason, her heart was beating so fast that she was almost suffocating, Zheng Yu quickly exposed her head, and spread pancakes restlessly.

this is not right!

I like it, isn't it that person?

But, why didn't he dislike Ferlanant's approach, and even feel relieved for no reason as long as he was by his side?Where the hell did this feeling of inexplicable reliability come from? !