[Comprehensive Korean Drama] Attack!Male match!

Darren, who has never been treated to a storyteller, said he also enjoyed the activity.

Then Ferranante, who was the first to go home, saw and heard a large and a small huddled together on the long-haired carpet. After the castle, the story of the servant's life full of blood and tears began.

Darren was completely attracted by Uncle Zhengyu's vivid description in front of him, his big blue eyes did not blink, for fear of missing even the slightest expression of the speaker.

After listening to a few words, Ferlanant couldn't help sighing, leaned over and kissed his lover with a little helplessness, "What are you talking about?"

"You're back!" Finishing the story in a hurry, Zheng Yu happily returned a kiss, his black eyes sparkling.

Ferranante was 12 satisfied with his performance, with a happy smile on his face.

Just like the descriptions in those books that I didn’t bother to read before, after a tiring day, after returning home, there is not only an empty and cold house waiting for you, but also a warm embrace.

So good that Ferranant occasionally finds it unrealistic.

Darren also arched his body / gave his uncle a sweet mouth / water / kiss, and then continued to look at Zhengyu eagerly, "Uncle."

Zheng Yu picked up the little angel and smiled, "I'm here today and continue tomorrow, okay?"

Darren nodded obediently, "Okay."

Zheng Yu's heart was immediately overwhelmed by the cuteness.

This overly sensible little doll is so cute, what should I do if I really want to steal it back and raise it?

The itching was really unbearable, so Zhengyu looked around quickly, and saw that only the three of them were within the acceptable volume range, so he lowered his voice and said in French [he knew Ferranante could speak *language], " Can I take Darren home to raise?"

Ferranante looked at him strangely, and then laughed out loud, which undoubtedly made Zhengyu who asked the question very embarrassed.

"Hey!"

"Okay, okay," Ferranante raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, but the smile on his face remained undiminished, "if you don't mind Flame coming into your room in the middle of the night and cutting off your head."

Zheng Yu shuddered fiercely, and immediately said very seriously, "Sure enough, the child must stay with his father to grow up healthily."

The two, one and one, sat down on the sofa again.

The bright light looks extra warm against the darkness outside the window.

Ferranant let Darren's soft butt/butt sit on his lap, then lowered his head, seriously admiring the painting that his little nephew handed over.

Of course, he must be very serious, because this is Mr. Darren Breth's first painting in his life, which has considerable commemorative significance and value.

Well, according to preliminary estimates, they should be qualified to hang side by side with Mr. Xu Zhengyu's oil paintings above their heads, although their size is not too dominant.

After enthusiastically and seriously expressing his most sincere praise to Darren's paintings, Ferranante took the time to continue his initial question, his tone was full of curiosity and amused, "Huh? What did you tell Darren?" story?"

Zheng Yu laughed, and simply told the story of Little Red Riding Hood who believed the wolf was eaten, and the story of Gray Prince escaped from the seven dwarves with great difficulty but fell into the trap of the vicious princess and spent the rest of his life in misery.

After listening, Ferranant was silent for a moment, he was really not sure what expression he should make next.

Zhengyu blinked her eyes and said confidently, "With the background of your family, do you want me to instill in Darren some concepts of Cinderella, Prince or Frog Prince? I'm sure the two stories in the afternoon can profoundly help Darren establish From the notion that you should never trust what strangers say."

The society is realistic, whether it is Zheng Yu in the previous life or Zheng Yu in this life, they will never believe in any Cinderella stories.

The Grimm's fairy tales are too naive, Andersen's fairy tales are too bloody, Aesop's language is too esoteric, and Greek mythology is too turbulent, and they are not suitable.

Although Ferranante has always said that these dark fairy tales adapted by Zhengyu himself are definitely qualified to compete with the original Hans Christian Andersen fairy tales, but the latter firmly believes that he will no longer use characters similar to Little Red Riding Hood or dwarfs all the time. Such cute images as cushions are definitely still in the mild category.

Bryth's descendants do not need, and will never allow, naive belief in fairy tales to exist.

The atmosphere of the dinner that day was very good. Everyone expressed unprecedented high appreciation for Mr. Darren's masterpiece. Galia even said on the spot that she would ask someone to frame it immediately and hang it on the Zhengyu oil painting suggested by Ferranante. The, uh, diagonally opposite.

Oh no no no, please don't think too much, the choice of that location is really purely out of the consideration of the overall layout of the house, there is no doubt about it.

After dinner, everyone watched TV together. It happened that Zhengyu’s commercial had already started to air, and everyone commented enthusiastically. They all agreed that it is quite necessary to release the second season. Maybe it can be made into a micro-movie version in the end. maybe.

Flame even very generously proposed that if the second shooting is really carried out, he can be responsible for providing several castles, and he can place them in any way he wants.

For this proposal, Ferranant smiled politely, declined with sharp eyes, and made a nonchalant and fair statement that the effect of car advertisements is best outdoors.

Everyone said they would not comment for the time being.

Go back to the room early [Yes, the two of them live in the same place, or does anyone think that it is necessary for a couple to live apart? ], Zheng Yu asked to see Ferranante's childhood photos before he could make any move.

Ferranant frowned slightly, and looked at him suspiciously, "Why?"

Zheng Yu grinningly pawed his neck and pecked on Liang Sisi's lips, "When I saw Darren, I couldn't help but think, Ferranante, what did you look like when you were a child? I'm so curious."

Satisfied with the answer, Ferranant chuckled lightly, patted his lover's butt/butt, "In the study, I'll go find it, you go take a shower first."

Although I don't like to take pictures, every Christmas, the family will take a family portrait without exception. This is an ancient tradition that has been passed down for generations.

Zhengyu narrowed his eyes to look at him.

Ferranante raised his eyebrows, expressing with his eyes that his thoughts were really pure, and he simply wanted to relieve the other party from the fatigue of the whole day.

Looking at the big-tailed wolf with still distrustful eyes, Zhengyu shook his head, grabbed the bathrobe and walked to the bathroom, muttering generously as he walked, "What are you explaining, I'm trying to cover it up."

Ferranante, who had just touched the doorknob, slipped his foot, and his high/straight nose almost hit the thick door panel.

By God, he swears on his own zhen/fuck that he has absolutely no impure thoughts.

Ok, now that this person's zhen/fuck no longer exists, we might understand something.

Then he came back with the photo album in his arms, and Ferlanant, who went out and came back after that, hadn't finished pouring his second glass of red wine when Zhengyu came out wrapped in a bathrobe, already wet.

"Hey, hair." Ferlanant was very helpless about the man's attitude towards the man who obviously had a smooth head and hair that was so good that women were jealous, but never took it seriously.

Zheng Yu wiped it carelessly with the bath towel in his hand, and then said that he had finished it hastily.

Ferranante sighed, walked into the bathroom resignedly, took out the hair dryer, turned it on deftly, tried the temperature with his hands, and then pulled the wayward boy over to sit down, "Don't move."

Zhengyu accepted this priceless service without any burden, oh no, maybe it should be a priceless service, a pair of beautiful eyes narrowed, his head swayed slightly with Ferranante's fiddle, and his nose let out a contented smile. hum.

Like a well-fed little beast with sharp claws, Ferranant thought more than once, and then his movements became more gentle.

Zhengyu's body leaned back, and her whole body was almost nestled in Ferlanant's arms. There was even a little water vapor on her body just after taking a shower, mixed with the light body wash/fragrance, and she went straight to Ferlanant nasal cavity.

It has been mentioned more than once before that Ferranante has a very good figure, with strong but not exaggerated muscles evenly distributed on every bone, and explosive strength hidden under the thin skin.

Therefore, it is very comfortable to pillow, not too soft, and elastic.

Zhengyu hummed a few times in satisfaction, then adjusted the angle.

Ferranante took a few deep breaths, and patiently helped to blow-dry his hair, feeling satisfied with their gentle sliding over his fingertips, leaving a trace of intoxicating feeling.

"Hey, wait for me."

After finishing speaking, he also went to the bathroom, and unbuttoned his clothes all the way, his movements were lazy and a bit domineering.

Very nice.

"Hey!"

Zhengyu, who had just flipped through the photo album with great interest, pulled off the silver-gray striped shirt that had been thrown on his head from a long distance, and raised his head to protest at the vague figure in the frosted glass at the corner.

Then Ferranante responded with a low chuckle of pleasure, doubling the effect with the sound of water.

Anyway, Zhengyu's ears turned red.

As soon as Ferranante came out, he received a warm welcome.

Zhengyu threw away the photo album in his hand, flew over from the bed, narrowed his smiling eyes, and gnawed a few bites on his face, "Ferranante, you were so cute when you were young!"

Ferranant held him firmly, raised his eyebrows, "Really?"

Zheng Yu nodded vigorously, then giggled a few more times, "But she doesn't have any expression."

Ferranante had an in-depth exchange with him, and then breathlessly said, "Oh, yes, before I met you, yes."

After understanding the deep meaning hidden in the other party's words, Zheng Yu was so happy that he was about to fly.

Then the two naturally deepened their communication just now.

It's just that, while communicating and communicating, the bathrobe was also unceremoniously thrown on the ground, and the people changed positions——

The nest is the dividing line of the river crab——

After one time, both of them still didn't feel sleepy, so they took the photo album that was hastily placed on the bedside desk just now, and leaned against the bedside wrapped in the quilt to look through it.

Turning through a few pages, Zhengyu looked at the smiling and happy Flame in the photo, and looked at Ferranante in disbelief, "This is your brother? Are you sure there is only one brother?"

Ferranante chuckled a few times and nodded.

Zheng Yu is still not sure, is this smiling idiotic guy really that Flame who exudes a gloomy aura all the time?

Sighing, Zhengyu pointed at the blue-eyed woman beside him with deep regret, "This is the Selina you mentioned?"

Ferranant also showed a very regretful expression, grabbed Zheng Yu's fingertips and kissed, "Yes, she is a genius."

Which aspect?Although he didn't say it, Zheng Yu's eyes clearly revealed such a question.

"Guns." Ferranante calmly said this answer that was enough to make Zhengyu's jaw drop. After finishing, he probably felt that it was not strong enough, and added, "There are many products in the Bris family's guns. It was designed by Sarina, and she personally operated it."

Zheng Yu turned her head away with a look of surprise, looked seriously at the gentle blue-eyed woman in the photo, and couldn't help muttering, "She's so beautiful."

And it is also a very strong contrast beauty.

Ferranante nodded, "It's really beautiful."

After a moment of silence, Zhengyu looked up at Ferranant hesitantly, "Darren? The little guy said he doesn't remember what his mother looks like."

Ferranant said, "Well, because Darren was born prematurely, Selina gave birth to him desperately before she died."

Zhengyu's black eyes dimmed instantly, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Ferranante bowed his head and kissed his heart, "Even if you don't ask, I will tell you."

"Why?" Zheng Yu looked over suspiciously.

Ferranante moved, bringing the two closer, "Bris' family has many enemies."

Zheng Yu nodded, this is not difficult to understand, big trees attract the wind, like they are in the hotel industry, it is inevitable, not to mention the Ferlanant family's special profession.

Ferranante continued, but this time he looked straight into his eyes with extra seriousness, "Others, nothing to fear, but, remember, the Brown family, and the Brith family, there is no end to death."

At the end of the sentence, the tone of voice has already brought obvious ruthlessness, and a pair of iconic green eyes almost burst into light.

This was the first time that Zhengyu saw Ferranant's unrestrained anger, and he immediately became a little sluggish.

Damn, it's so fucking handsome!

Damn my man, my man!

The author has something to say: Wow quack, let Zhengyu be infatuated once

PS, Gua would like to sincerely thank readers who are still persevering in reading Gua's text these days, everyone has worked hard, three bows.

Because Gua also knows that in the past few days, it often happens that the webpage cannot be opened, and even after finding it with great difficulty, it pops up a message such as "locked due to account hacking or other reasons", which cannot be seen.

Gua checks it several times a day, and if there is a problem, he will immediately contact the editor and negotiate a solution.

Oh, yes, for the above two situations, the editor proposed a solution, that is:

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