[Comprehensive Korean Drama] Attack!Male match!

How about you, Ferranante Brith?

After thinking for a while, Weishua gave himself a wry smile, then shook his head vigorously, expelling these past tense things from his mind.

"You are much more popular now," he said again, and Weishua's face had changed back to the original carefree look. He glanced at Ferranant with a little playfulness, "Compared with moving weapons and freezers, you are more Like a living person."

Ferranant hooked the corners of his lips, and stared at the figure in the distance with deep eyes.

Zheng Yu, you will never think, between the two of us, who saved the other.

After tossing about on horseback for about an hour and a half, Zheng Yu finally came down reluctantly.

Touching the bridge of the little red horse's nose affectionately, Zheng Yu said with emotion, "Oh, if I didn't have to save my energy to shoot commercials, I really want to play for a while."

The little red horse also responded with a warm snort, showing with practical actions that in this short period of less than a hundred minutes, they have established an indestructible and profound friendship.

Weishua said with a smile, "No problem, you can come and ride a horse anytime in the future."

Just as Zheng Yu was about to nod, Ferranante had already answered with a smile, "No need, I will give Zheng Yu a lot when I return to Italy."

A lot, horse?

Why does it always feel so weird when these two groups of originally normal words are matched together?

Zhengyu thought about it, yes, so he smiled apologetically at Weishua, "Thank you, but if I come back later, I will definitely bother you."

Ferranante's green eyes narrowed slightly, and the expression on his face was indescribably graceful.

The inorganic cold smile that had been buried in the depths of the memory turned out again.

Weishua was stunned for a moment, covered her face hard, and murmured, "I said, don't you need to be jealous about such a small thing?"

Then, Mr. Ferranant said silently that it was necessary:

Sweet enough to touch the blinding forehead.

Uncle Wishua's titanium alloy eyes were finally saved by his wife Jenny's gentle calling. This voice, which he hears countless times every day, is no different from the sound of nature to him at this moment.

When the three of them were walking back, the two sons of the Weishua family also came back one after another.

The schools in New Zealand are so humane that the students of Datianchao will hang on to the southeast branch every minute after listening to it.

The bell after school basically rings on time at three o'clock in the afternoon. Even if you are far away from home, even in the middle of winter, you can still ensure that the sun is high when you step into the door.

The two boys are 17 years old and the other 13 years old. They are lively and active.

The eldest son Henry's facial features are very similar to Wishua's. There are a few faint freckles growing on both sides of the bridge of the nose. His light golden curly hair inherited from his mother is constantly dancing on his head, showing the amazing vitality of the boy.

The second son, Tom, is more like his mother, but his hair is the same dark brown as his father's, standing stiffly on top of his head, quite unruly.

The two chased and fought all the way in, and after a brief hug with their family members, they noticed Ferlanant and Zhengyu, and asked curiously, "Who are you?"

Although Ferranante has been here a few times, the stay time is very short, either it is not a weekend, or the children have gone out to play, so they have never touched the front at all.

Wishua pulled her two sons one by one, and warmly introduced, "These are two of my father's friends, Mr. Bryce, and"

"Hey, I know you!" Before Zhengyu was introduced, Henry shouted a little excitedly. As he became more and more excited, the pair of jeans with two shocking big holes at the knees on his legs also It shook violently, as if trying to express the same emotions as its owner.

"Really?" Mr. Xu Zhengyu said that he would not be too excited when he accidentally learned that there are fans of his on the other side of the ocean, hum.

"Yes!" Henry nodded firmly, then resolutely shook off his father's arm, and rushed to Zhengyu in one go, raising his eyes slightly, and the inside was shining.

He shouted loudly with an expression as if he saw through all the truth and a decisive tone, "You are the only Asian in the "Ten Most Potential Playboys in the World" selected by that magazine, Xu Zhengyu!"

Zhengyu: =口=! !

Although your Korean pronunciation is very precise, but I really don't want to praise you!

"I admire you very much, really!" Henry, a second-year middle school boy who is in an extraordinary stage of his life, was surprisingly excited. He took another step forward bravely, and then turned his back to his father at home, at an angle that almost no one else could see. Raising his hand, he gestured twice on his chest, made an expression that any man could understand, and lowered his voice slightly obscenely, "I have to say, your vision is really good!"

The petrification caused by Zhengyu's excessive blow.

If this is the reason, no matter how much you worship me, I won't be flattered, okay boy!

"Henry!" Weishua, who finally got rid of the ossified mode, growled at his bloody son in embarrassment, trying to bring the atmosphere back to normal.

However, the hormone secretion of the rebellious teenagers in the second stage is slightly excessive, and the momentum continues unabated.

As we all know, most people at this stage will have a more or less strong rebellious psychology, so the current situation cannot be stopped with one or two angry shouts.

What's more, in Henry's eyes, the industry idol is standing in front of him alive!

Yes, no one has the power to stop me from learning scriptures!

Looking at the very bright eyes of the young man in front of him, Zheng Yu had the urge to touch his forehead.

"Ha ha."

A very low chuckle entered Zheng Yu's ear flexibly as if alive!

Ma Dan is so familiar with Swollen!

Adjusting the expression on his face extremely quickly, Zheng Yu portrayed himself as a solemn and serious character like a priest in a church in a second, and he even had a feeling of rushing into the poultry farm behind and hanging a few wings on his back, In order to increase the impulse of sacred color for oneself.

He looked at the adolescent boy with an unprecedentedly serious expression, and said righteously, "It's all rumors."

"You lied!" Facts have proved that the second-year boy is not easy to be deceived.

Henry was stunned for two seconds, then he stretched out his finger, clicked a few times on the phone quickly, and then pushed it under Zhengyu's nose, shouting excitedly, "Look!"

On the large screen of the mobile phone, there is the homepage of Zhengyu's Facebook page, which is full of pictures of beauties in various styles.

These photos all have one thing in common: exposure.Or, they are simply close-ups of an exposed area

Almost at the same time, Zhengyu felt that the air pressure behind him suddenly dropped a lot.

"I've already reformed myself!"

Mr. Xu Zhengyu's expression should be as serious as it is, and his tone should be as sincere as possible.

Henry’s face was full of doubts.

"Really!" Zheng Yu argued hard, reached out and pointed at the phone screen, "Look, I don't play Facebook very much these days!"

Indeed, among the massive messages, only a very small number of fans were lucky enough to be answered.And unlike before, gender equality.

The breath behind him seemed to be much warmer.

Keenly aware of this, Zheng Yu couldn't help shedding bitter tears for herself.

What kind of evil did you do~!

Later in the afternoon tea, the atmosphere was a bit delicate.

Reversing his excitement at the beginning, Henry boy curled up on the wicker chair with a little sadness and disappointment, silently nibbling on his share of small biscuits.

Take a bite, look up and glance at a corner;

Take a bite, glance at a corner;

啃

Therefore, Mr. Xu Zhengyu, who has a sweet tooth, said that for the first time, he thoroughly enjoyed the delicious afternoon tea.

Then, Ferranant politely declined the dinner invitation for Weishua and Jenny, and set off on the return journey with Zheng Yu.

Oh, of course, before leaving, Zhengyu did not forget Henry, he took the initiative to take a photo with the flushed boy and his younger brother enthusiastically and generously, and left his autograph in flamboyant manner.

On the way back, Zhengyu sighed one after another, with an extremely sad and mournful expression.

Ferranante didn't find it funny, pinched his cheek, "What's wrong?"

"Oh," Zheng Yu sighed, and said sadly, "It's the first time I've sent out my autograph for this kind of reason."

Ferranante gave a low laugh, and then looked at him meaningfully, "So, Zheng Yu's signature has always been sent out under normal circumstances for very legitimate reasons, right?"

For some reason, Zheng Yu suddenly remembered certain scenes related to himself a long time ago.

Well, maybe, a certain gentleman wouldn't want to know:

In various occasions, there are all kinds of beauties around, as well as those phone numbers neatly scratched on napkins, handkerchiefs and even clothes, and the name "Xu Zhengyu" faintly appearing.

Uh, does that count as a signature?

Ahaha, the villain in Zhengyu's heart laughed a few times dryly, and came up with the answer without hesitation:

Don't count, haha.

"It's raining?" It was good to see that the dying green eyes narrowed slightly, and there was some other meaning in the lowered voice.

"Of course!" I answered firmly, without hesitation!

So, I've changed my mind!

The ringtone of the mobile phone broke the weird atmosphere, Zhengyu hurriedly went to pick it up, and after glancing at the caller, the smile on his face froze slightly.

Xue Gongcan.

Looking up and giving Ferranant a reassuring look, Zhengyu answered the phone with a blank expression, "Hello?"

"Zhengyu!" I had called many times before, but without exception, the phone was turned off. Xue Gongcan, who was about to be driven crazy by the self-entanglement in his heart, finally heard this voice that he would never forget, and his heart finally Falling back into the belly again.

Walking back unhurriedly, Zhengyu clasped Ferranant's ten fingers with his other free hand, and said calmly, "What's the matter?"

Xue Gongcan was taken aback for a moment, and then asked the question that had been bothering him for the past two days, "Why didn't you just tell me and leave?"

Zheng Yu sneered suddenly, and his tone couldn't help becoming sharper, "I'm not a child anymore, why do I have to tell you? And it's not the first time, right?"

Surprised by the coldness in his tone, Xue Gongcan was silent for a few seconds, "Then, why did you tell Xuan Zhenxuan?"

For some reason, Zheng Yu suddenly felt very annoyed and tired.

"Are you free?"

"What?" The topic jumped a little fast, Xue Gongcan didn't react at all, and his face, which is not good at lying, faithfully showed a look of surprise.

"There are a lot of jobs in the hotel." Zheng Yu squeezed the space between his brows, and said carelessly, "When you have unnecessary complaints with me, you might as well deal with more jobs." He said with a self-deprecating smile, "After all, you If the business is doing well, I will have money to spend."

"Zhengyu!" What happened to Zhengyu?This is not the gentle and mischievous Xu Zhengyu before!

"Okay, you know I'm going to shoot an ad tomorrow, right? I'm going back to get ready. I'm tired after playing all day." After a short pause, Zhengyu hung up the phone without hesitation, "That's it."

"Good boy, that's great." The moment the phone was taken away from his ear, Ferranante's warm embrace soothed Zheng Yu's complicated mood.

Although he doesn't understand Korean, Ferranante said that he would be able to recognize the three words "Seol Gongchan" even if it turns to ashes in his life.

"You're good!" Zheng Yu kicked him weakly, then raised his head abruptly, and ordered with a grandpa's face, "I'm starving to death, I can't walk, carry it on my back!"

Ferranant raised his eyebrows, shrugged, and turned around cooperatively.

One second before Zhengyu lay down, Ferranante said, "No!"

"I'll never let go again!" Shouting out one step ahead, Zhengyu jumped forward with a smile, wrapping his arms tightly around Ferranant's neck.

After walking a few steps, Ferranante's voice came faintly.

"It's raining?"

"Ok?"

"Don't be so tight, I feel like I'm suffocating."

"~~~"

The author has something to say: Pfft, a long time ago, there was a NOZUO, the leader of the NOSI religion...

So, playboys are amazing, don't work too hard to clean up the mess! ! !