Cannon fodder tore the fake young master Script [MTL]

Ch 12 - Young Master Rong, You Are On Fire

Just after five o'clock.

Rongrong opened her eyes, sat up suddenly from the bed, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

No matter how late, once the sun comes out, it will be very sunny.

The soft, silky touch in his hand made him slightly startled.

Rongrong felt the darkness and turned on the bedside lamp.

It wasn't the blinding dim yellow lights in his rental room.

Rongrong bowed her head, and the aqua blue silk quilt cover became softer and smoother under the warm yellow light of the wall lamp.

Yes, he was reborn.

There is no need to step on the morning light to start work when the sun is not yet bright and the sun has not fully risen.

He returned to Rong's house again.

Back to the place he could only go back in his last life in a dream.

Consciousness gradually returned to clarity.

Rongrong suddenly remembered that he seemed to have fallen asleep in the car last night.

Rongrong was at a loss.

Then how did he get back to the room?

…

Throat is a little sore and dry.

Rongrong was speechless about her broken physique.

His stomach was as delicate as he used to be, and strangely, he wasn't as good at drinking as he used to be.

Just a glass of ALEXANDER and he was brought down.

Got sleepy in the car last night.

Woke up in the morning with a sore throat!

Find someone to reason with!

The water in the thermostatic kettle has bottomed out.

Rongrong drank the rest of the water, but still felt very thirsty.

Rongrong went downstairs and went to the kitchen to pour water.

"drop--"

The door opened, and Rong Zheng, who was in sportswear, pushed open the door and came across Rong Rong who just came out of the kitchen.

As long as Rongrong is at home, most of them sleep until noon.

Rong Zheng heard from his parents that his younger brother had woken up early since he was discharged from the hospital, and that his daily routine was much more regular than before, but it was the first time the two brothers met at home at this point.

If he had seen Rongrong at home at this point in the past, it was most likely that the latter had just returned overnight.

Even if the two brothers met, they did not say hello.

He went upstairs to take a bath, and Rongrong went back to the room to make up for her sleep.

"Brother, good morning."

After taking a sip of water, Tong Rongzheng greeted him with a smile.

Rong Zheng took the towel hanging around his neck and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Morning."

Rongrong went upstairs to take a shower.

Rongrong put one hand on the handrail of the stairs and raised her head, "By the way, brother."

Rong Zheng stopped and turned his head.

Rongrong touched the tip of her nose, "Brother, last night...Did you carry me back to the room?"