[Comprehensive Korean Drama] Attack!Male match!

After three days, the relevant fields will be fried, okay?

because!

In the inaugural issue of the magazine "Spring" created by the well-known fashionista Ms. Marie Mosgervo, the entire cover is used, as well as a huge amount of pages totaling as many as 6 pages including photos in the page and interviews. It conveyed such a message: Mr. Xu Zhengyu is getting married to Mr. Ferranant Brith!

A full page of photos at the end confirms the veracity of the news with absolute force:

Two handsome men who are equally outstanding in different fields clasped their fingers, and looked at each other with warmth and smiles that seemed to seep through the smooth coated paper. The gleaming rings on the slender fingers almost blinded people's eyes.

Mixed with the "Love is so great" lady's vigorous blessing immediately, countless people said that their brains had stopped functioning.

Mr. Xu Zhengyu's official website and Facebook even put up a bright red fluorescent body announcement decorated with enchanting rose shading as soon as the magazine was released:

Dear ones, please bless me~!

Many beauties burst into tears in every corner of the world on the spot.

This is not true!

All the entertainment journalists in Italy went crazy. They rushed out of their territory one after another, trying their best to chase and intercept the protagonist of the incident.

However, the result this time is obviously a bit surprising.

Because Mr. Xu Zhengyu, who has always been happy to face the camera, seemed to disappear out of thin air. He couldn't find anyone for several days. On the contrary, Mr. Bryce, who had been rejecting people thousands of miles away, appeared frequently in the public's sight.

After being frozen to death and fighting fiercely over the two ideas of winning the headlines and increasing the salary, several reporters with a rather crab-eating spirit gritted their teeth and stomped their feet, pretending to be calm and chasing and besieging Mr. Bryce. cut off.

"Mr. Bryce," a tall, curly brown-haired entertainment reporter rushed over, he licked his lower lip nervously, swallowed his saliva, and asked boldly, "May I ask what you two said in "Spring" a few days ago? "Is there anything to explain about the marriage declaration published in the magazine?"

I have to say that this question is asked quite well, and it can be said that both advance and retreat can be defended.

If it was just a joke, then Ferranante just needs to explain now;

If that is true!Great then, please reveal/point more!

For a moment, the air seemed to be stagnant. Behind this great pioneer, the remaining dozen or so entertainment journalists all bowed their front legs and kicked their backs, carrying cameras on their shoulders and holding microphones in their hands, stagnating not far away. Waiting anxiously for Ferranant's reaction.

As early as the moment the reporters appeared, Ferranante had been tightly protected by his loyal subordinates.So at this moment, the first action he made was to wave his hand to signal the protective circle in front to spread out the outer layer.

Under the bright sunshine, the emerald green pupils shone with joy, like two beautiful lakes, constantly exuding charming colors.

"Yes."

Concise style as always, never pronouncing half a syllable more than one word less.

A smile appeared on Ferranant's face, although it was very faint, it was extremely sincere.

Basically, I didn't expect to get any expected answer from this gentleman who is notoriously secretive and cold, but the truth is so generous.

There was an eerie silence on the scene for a few seconds, and then a burst of dust flew up, and the protective circle of the Bryce family was formed again. Ferranant swept around calmly, and then achieved an effect that no one could match.

All the reporters suddenly felt chills all over their bodies. After shivering unconsciously, they restrained a lot, but they still stretched their arms as much as possible.

It was another voice trying to suppress the excitement and excitement: "However, neither Italy nor South Korea recognizes the legalization of same-sex marriage, you"

The rest of the words were firmly stuck in the master's throat, just after Ferranante's seemingly casual glance.

The reporter who asked the question twitched his face, swallowed his saliva dripping with cold sweat, and even took half a step back in disappointment.

Ferranant casually looked away, and then said to the dark camera without much emotion, "It doesn't matter."

Several female reporters were staring at each other on the spot, shaking with excitement all over their bodies, and the arms holding the microphones shook like waves.

Fuck so domineering!

"That doesn't matter."

Listen, a tough life needs no explanation!

The implication is that it doesn't matter whether you admit to the law or not, sir, I just want to get married.

That's it.

The reporter who asked the question at the beginning tugged at the neckline, and after struggling to breathe, he continued to ask, "Then, is it convenient for Mr. Brace to reveal some details about the wedding?"

Breathing was stagnant, countless pairs of eyes were staring wide open, and their gaze was so hot that it almost steamed the air.

Ferranante smiled slightly, her blond hair glistening in the sun.After successfully electrocuting several female creatures on the scene, he said with his usual elegant tone and demeanor, "I bought a new island a few days ago, and I am currently doing the final touches to the castle on the island."

What a surging gasp!

The reporter struggled to maintain his precarious standing posture, twitched his lower facial muscles stiffly, and said dryly, "Oh, yes, I mean, please don't take it to heart, no, no, maybe there will be many Friends who follow events will want to know that this is just for a ceremony that has no legal effect at all"

Mr. Bryce glanced at him lightly, and then said with an extremely calm tone, extremely serious expression and eyes, "I personally think there is nothing wrong with this, is there?"

Silently watching the rolling wheels speeding away, the entertainment journalists looked up at the blue sky vigorously, tears streaming down their faces, silently.

Nothing wrong, really, nothing at all!

Speaking of this, some people may ask, where did Mr. Xu Zhengyu go?

Well, this is also something that Mr. Bryce, who has been crazily overdrawing his work time for the honeymoon voyage around the world in the near future, has always been quite concerned.

As the saying goes, when one of the happiest events in life comes, one of the happiest events in life is coming, Mr. Xu Zhengyu was delighted to find that his mind was suddenly filled with overwhelming inspirations, and the brush in his hand could not stop!

Therefore, since a few days ago, Zhengyu has basically been in a state of setting up camp in the studio, except that Ferranant sent people to come over on time three times a day to deliver food and drinks, and he himself occasionally came to harass him. There is almost no movement outside, and it is really difficult to speculate from the outside that there are living people living inside!

Ferranante came in silently, turned three times and two times skillfully, passed through the piles of paints and semi-finished products on the floor, and then saw the person sitting in front of the easel.

Zhengyu, who was engrossed, didn't realize that someone had already entered, his eyes were still fixed on the canvas, his right hand was smearing on it according to a certain unique rhythm, and occasionally he got up and stepped back, looking at the overall effect What.

Men who concentrate on work are the most handsome.

For this sentence, Ferranant firmly believed, at least at this moment he felt that he had no way to look away.

"Ah, it hurts!"

Stepping back a few steps, the movement of tilting his head to look at him stopped abruptly, and then a cry of pain broke the silence of the room. Zhengyu didn't care to put down the paintbrush in his hand, and pressed his right hand to his neck vigorously. Pull into a ball.

"Cramp?" The warm body leaned forward, and the palette and paintbrush in Zhengyu's hands were taken away the next moment, and then a pair of dry and strong hands covered his neck.

"Oh, hiss~!" The defense system against intruders was activated in less than half a second, Zhengyu's body was one step ahead of his brain, and before he could react, he leaned into the arms of the man behind him with all his trust. inside.

Ferlanant looked at her lover with a smile and angrily, shook his head, and began to work as a massage worker carefully and patiently.

"Um~" After the initial soreness and numbness, Zhengyu was so comfortable that he squinted his eyes, like a lazy cat, with the corners of his lips raised high, and his eyebrows and eyes curved.

Ferranante's subordinates exerted a little force, and wrapped the whole person in his arms, raised his eyebrows, "So desperate?"

Zheng Yu raised his head and desperately looked back, almost rolling his eyes, "Inspiration waits for no one, can you still circle the calendar to select good days and auspicious days when you are doing business?"

Ferranante smiled lightly, bowed his head and kissed the lips that opened and closed.

Of course not, it just hurts.

"Not ready to go back yet?"

Zhengyu was also in a difficult situation. He took Ferranante's hand and played with it finger by finger. He muttered in distress, "The feeling can last for about two days."

Maybe not all the paintings are good works, but I don't want to miss that sense of accomplishment.

Ferranant raised his eyebrows and said after a few seconds of silence, "Darren misses you very much."

"I miss him very much too!" Zheng Yu said without hesitation, with a little guilt, "But it's really inconvenient to take him these two days."

Ferranante said, "It's okay, Darren is very good."

The little guy would ask once a day in the morning and evening, "Is Uncle back?", "When will Uncle come back?"

And when he learned that he hadn't come back yet, Darren didn't cry or make trouble, just nodded half-understanding, and then obediently went to eat and play with toys with a pair of small brows locked, at most every few 10 minutes. Look out the window.

Zheng Yu frowned, "It's not good, children are going to act like a spoiled child, it hurts my heart to be so obedient."

Ferranante squinted at him, and wisely changed the subject, "Is Ms. Zhang still coming?"

The day before yesterday, Ferlanant took the initiative to contact Zhengyu's mother, asking the honorable Ms. Zhang if she had any plans to come over for a vacation, so that he could do his best as a landlord or something.

Unexpectedly, after leaving most of the work to her subordinates recently, Ms. Zhang, who has been working remotely through video conferencing, politely and resolutely refused on the spot.She said that Italy was in chaos at the moment, and she was enjoying a leisurely life on a small island in the South Pacific, and she had no intention of going to the center of the storm for the time being.

It has to be said that this hit Mr. Bryce, who had nowhere to show his enthusiasm.

Originally, what he meant was, don't refuse it so simply, Italy is not good, Ms. Zhang, you can go to Switzerland for a few months first, and then the parents of both parties will go to the wedding scene on the island together.

It's okay not to mention this, but when it was mentioned, Zheng Yu gave Ferranant a very strange look, and smiled, "Why, can't wait to please my mother-in-law?"

Ferranant smiled lightly, and nodded without any force or affectation, "Yes."

Zheng Yu kissed him rewardingly, "Good boy."

Ms. Zhang said that she has already seen the matter now, as long as it doesn't trigger a world war, it's up to you to make trouble!

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