[Comprehensive Korean Drama] Attack!Male match!

The fact that Xue Gongcan was sent to the hospital was soon known by the two families. Grandpa Xue was furious, and Ms. Zhang also severely scolded Zhengyu, who was covered in bruises and ointment, in front of everyone. I cried first.Her husband was gone, and her only child, Zhengyu, was almost the mainstay of her life. If something really happened to this child, Ms. Zhang couldn't even think about it.

The strong woman who has almost never shed tears in front of people just started crying in front of everyone, without any scruples about her image, and she looked very sad.

Zhengyu lowered his head, walked over in small steps, tugged at the corner of Ms. Zhang's clothes with his bruised hands, and apologized softly, "Mom, I'm sorry." I'm sorry for making you worry.

Ms. Zhang stopped crying, stretched out her trembling hands to gently touch her son's bruised face, and then hugged Zhengyu, who was already shoulder-high, tightly in her arms, tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry, Gongcan is here to protect me." Zhengyu patted his mother on the back to comfort her like a little adult, and at the same time stretched out her head as hard as she could, admitting her mistake to Grandpa Xue and Gongcan's parents. .If those people were not ordinary gangsters but real outlaws, what would happen to today's events is really unimaginable.

"No," Gongcan, who had been bandaged, struggled to sit up, "I dragged Zhengyu down. If it wasn't for me, he would have run away by himself."

"it's me!"

"I!"

"Okay," Grandpa Xue interrupted the two of them, feeling distressed and pleased at the same time, "Gong Chan is the elder brother, so it is right to protect the younger brother. You two are very considerate of each other, which is very good, and I am very relieved."

"However," the old man suddenly slapped the table hard, startling everyone, "Hmph, how dare you hurt my two grandsons, how bold! Gongcan, Zhengyu, don't worry, grandpa will definitely catch them , Send them to prison for a few years!"

The Xue and Xu families have great influence in South Korea, especially in Seoul. This time when something like this happened, the police station and the government cooperated very well, and within a few days the suspect was arrested and severely interrogated.Because the prisoners had already passed the age of fourteen and met the criteria for juvenile delinquents, the police station unceremoniously sent them to the prison, and specially selected a few rooms full of thorns. It is said that those guys died within a few days. Those who were cleaned up took off several layers of skin, and all their strength was used to cry for their father and mother.

Xue Gongcan, who had never been directly exposed to violence, was forcibly held in the hospital to recover from his injuries. He had to sleep on the hospital bed for more than 20 days with a small wound before he was allowed to go home.

Zheng Yu doesn't care about what happened later, but it's true that his relationship with Gong Chan has gotten better.

High school is like a watershed for the children of big families and ordinary families. Many people have begun to send their children abroad for further studies in order to better inherit the family business in the future.

Xuan Zhenlin went to the United States a few years ago and was busy preparing for the entrance exam of Cornell University at this time.And because Xuan Zhenxuan was the second son, his parents temporarily stayed in China to study high school. His girlfriend Liu Xizhen even turned down the opportunity to immigrate to the United States with his parents, and stayed alone in South Korea to accompany him. Relatives and friends envied Xuan Zhenxuan for a while.As for Xue Gongcan, he has also gone to the United States, and his goal is also the hotel management department of Cornell University.

As for Xu Zhengyu, Ms. Zhang seriously asked his opinion, "Zhengyu, what about you? Do you want to study hotel management in the future? After all, our family also owns half of the shares."

"No," with a familiar casual smile on his face that became more refined with age, he continued to fiddle with the boxes of paint without looking up, "Ms. Zhang, I'm already preparing for Italian high school. The application form, my goal is the Florence Academy of Fine Arts."

Florence Academy of Fine Arts, the Academy of Fine Arts with the longest history and the strongest artistic atmosphere in the world.In her previous life, Zheng Yu re-admitted to Florence resolutely after half a year of probation at the Paris Academy of Fine Arts, regardless of the professor's persuasion.

Although it is true that his favorite Monet is French, in comparison, the Italian artistic atmosphere in the heartland of the Renaissance is more free, thick and far-reaching.

Moreover, Zheng Yu smiled, blind imitation will always be a fake, he will add elements that truly belong to him in his works, and that is his own achievement.

Ms. Zhang sighed helplessly. She already knew about this result, but she still felt a little pity. In this way, besides herself, the people who control the management of the hotel are completely only members of the Xue family.

"Ms. Zhang." Compared with her worry, Zheng Yu seemed more free and easy, "How can such a young and beautiful Ms. Zhang sigh all day long? No, no, no," he stretched out his hand to flatten the wrinkles between Ms. Zhang's brows, "It's going to get old."

"Stinky boy," Ms. Zhang slapped his hand away dumbfounded, "You are always so careless, will there be a place for you in the hotel in the future?"

"Then I can't help it." Zheng Yu spread his hands nonchalantly, packed the painting tools, and carried them on his shoulders in a chic way, "I'm not that material."

"Where are you going?"

"Go out and find something interesting to draw."

"Remember to come back before ten o'clock!" Ms. Zhang looked at her back, distressed and helpless, this brat, once he went out, he couldn't remember the time. On the top of the already closed Ferris wheel, I looked up at the sky motionlessly.Later, he asked him what he was doing angrily, and the answer was a matter of course, "Of course it is to observe the changes in the color of the sky."

A few days later, the application for studying abroad submitted by Zhengyu was replied that it was approved. Ms. Zhang was half happy and half worried.

"Oh, Ms. Zhang," Zhengyu, who was sitting on the side and kept playing the violin, looked at the ever-increasing huge luggage, and felt a pain in his head, "I just went to school, so I shouldn't be so exciting, right?"

"Need!" Ms. Zhang cut him off decisively, and directed the maid to stuff a large bag of skin care products into it, "I don't know what the weather is like over there, and I wonder if you will react after you pass by. It’s better to use the brand you’ve always used.”

"Ms. Zhang," Zheng Yu struggled for the last time, pointed at the conspicuous trademark on the bottle with his bow, and said frantically, "This brand must be made in Italy, okay?"

"Oh, is that so?" Ms. Zhang was taken aback, and waved her hand to the maid whose eyes indicated whether she wanted to take out the things she put in just now, "Just pretend, we Zhengyu went to that place of life alone at a young age. If you are familiar with it, you may not be able to buy it, and it’s hard to say.”

Zheng Yu has given up protesting, but even so, are you going to put all the year's in it?There are two or three long holidays every year.

After a while, Ms. Zhang still felt uneasy, picked up the phone and murmured: "No, I think I'd better postpone the meeting for a few days and accompany you for a walk."

Zheng Yu didn't know what to say anymore, her face twitched.When Xue Gongcan and the others go abroad, they go by themselves. If it's their turn, they ask for someone to accompany them. How embarrassing!

Sighing, he turned around and went back to the room silently, took out the big backpack that he always had from the cabinet, checked it again, put the piano into the box again, carried it on his back, and strode outside.

"Hey Zhengyu, where are you going?" Ms. Zhang, who was busy repacking the fifth suitcase, turned around and saw that her son was in another outfit for going out. She looked at the wall clock on the wall, "Eat quickly!" It's lunch."

Zhengyu paused, twitching the corners of his mouth, "I'm painting." He opened the door and walked out.

"Come back soon!"

Ms. Zhang, I'm sorry, it's the only way.

Ten past five in the evening.

Ms. Zhang walked round and round in the living room, turning around in a hurry, muttering incessantly: "Ah, brat, where have you been?"

"Ma'am!" The female assistant and the driver hurried back from the outside, and shook their heads in embarrassment at the expectant Ms. Zhang, "I've searched for it all. Master Zhengyu didn't even go to the places he frequented."

"Then," Ms. Zhang suddenly had a bad feeling, but she still had a glimmer of hope, "Then, what about Grandpa Xue?"

"nor."

"Ah, it's true!" Sitting back on the large and soft sofa suddenly, Ms. Zhang rubbed her forehead vigorously, "Oh, it's true, you brat!"

"Tick, you have a new message." The message notification sounded, and several people in the room were also shocked.

Ms. Zhang jumped up suddenly, grabbed the mobile phone on the table vigorously, opened it and took a look:

"Ms. Zhang, I just watched a movie. The scenery of Venice in it is amazingly beautiful, so I went to sketch. By the way, I took away all the school report documents, and I will report by myself when the time comes."

"Oh, you bastard!" Ms. Zhang was immediately trembling with anger. Just as she was about to say something more, another text message came in, so she held back her anger and opened it.

"Ms. Zhang, don't be angry. If you are angry, it will make the beautiful lady get wrinkles."

"Ah, really, this is really pissing me off!" Ms. Zhang opened her mouth wide to vent her anger. Just as she was about to get angry, she remembered the reminder on the text message. Said, "Hurry up, hurry up and prepare the essential oil mask for me, oh, oh, oh boy, I'm so mad at you."