Rong Zheng glanced at Rong Rong lightly, "I didn't see much when you were young?"Clothed, unclothed, tummy, back, side lying; drooling, finger-sucking, toe-biting.
Time flies so fast, the soft, fragrant little snow dumplings at the time have grown so big in the blink of an eye.
"That's different! You said it when I was a child!"
Rong Zheng covered Rong Rong with a quilt in a rusty manner, and said in a low voice, "It's all the same. No matter when you were a child or now, you are my brother."
Rongrong's heart shrank suddenly.
The tips of his fingers holding the quilt turned white, and he forced a smile, "Then if I'm not your brother, would you still be so kind to me?"
In fact, Rongrong already had the answer to this question in his previous life.
It's just that this life is different, isn't it?
He didn't mess with Brother Rong's birthday, and because Zhou Yu was against his brother, the relationship between their brothers has not deteriorated.
Will the answer be different?
Rong Zheng said lightly, "There is no such if."
"It's just a hypothetical question. If I'm not my parents' child, we don't have any blood relationship, brother..."
The more Rong Zheng listened, the darker his eyes became.
Why didn't he find his younger brother so insecure before?
When he and his parents were both preoccupied with their own affairs, what had the younger brother experienced?
Rong Zheng raised his hand, pressed it on Rongrong's head, and rubbed it, his movements were still a little unnatural.
With a firm tone, "No matter what happens, you are my brother."
"Brother, you have to remember what you said today! Um-"
Rongrong didn't expect that after the real second young master of the Rong family was recognized, his brother could still treat him as his own younger brother. As long as his brother and his parents didn't hate him and allowed him to visit them in the future, it would be enough!
Rongrong sat up excitedly, forgetting that his stomach still hurts, his stomach twitched hard, and he groaned in pain immediately.
Rong Zheng frowned, "It still hurts?"
"No, no. It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all!"
For fear that Rong Zheng would send him to the hospital, Rong Rong quickly denied it.
Rong Zheng's expression was serious, "Rongrong, if the medicine still doesn't work, you must tell me. Don't make fun of your body."
Rongrong deliberately yawned exaggeratedly, "I know. Ah, I'm so sleepy. Brother, I'm going to sleep."
"Go to sleep."
Rong Zheng still had no intention of leaving.
Rongrong gave up.
It seemed that his brother really planned to wait until he fell asleep before leaving.
At first, Rongrong thought that someone was watching him sleep, and he would definitely not be able to fall asleep.
At first, I was really trying to pretend to be asleep.
It may be that he has just been discharged from the hospital and his body has not recovered safely. It is also possible that the strength of the stomach pain has passed and the body is tired. After a while, Rongrong fell into a deep sleep.
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Cannon fodder tore the fake young master Script [MTL]
Humor-----MTL -----FOR ONLINE PURPOSE ONLY Chapters:146 Main + 41 Extras (Completed)=187 Chapters Description: Rong Rong was dead. In order to make money to see a doctor for himself, he painted the exterior wall on the construction site. One day, the s...