Cannon fodder tore the fake young master Script [MTL]

Ch 44 - Swollen Lips

"Well--"

Rong Rong snorted as her teeth hit her lips.

hiss.

It still hurts.

Rongrong put one hand on the bed, and quickly looked up at his brother to see if Rong Zheng was accidentally woken up by him.

He was relieved to find that Rong Zheng only frowned and showed no signs of waking up.

However, with the force he slammed down just now, his brother didn't wake up. It was estimated that he was burning badly, or he was really tired during this time.

Otherwise, he wouldn't make such a big movement, and his brother didn't wake up at all.

The feeling of dizziness just now has disappeared.

Rongrong sat up slowly.

Knowing that the fever-reducing medicine has just been taken, and the fever will not be reduced so quickly, he still touched Rong Zheng's forehead.

Of course Rongzheng's temperature did not drop.

Rongrong went to the bathroom, twisted a towel with cold water, and put it on Rongzheng's forehead, so that his brother would be more comfortable.

After confirming that Rong Zheng had fallen asleep, he should not wake up for the time being. Rong Rong got up and closed the curtains in the room so that his brother could sleep soundly.

…

"How is your brother now?"

In the restaurant, Ying Lan and Rong Weishan sat at the table to eat.

It must have been from Aunt Wu that Rongrong went downstairs to get the medicine box just now. Seeing Rongrong coming downstairs, Ying Lan put down the chopsticks in her hand and asked with concern.

"I took the temperature and it was a little feverish, so I gave the antipyretic. Now my brother is asleep. Let's take a look in the afternoon. If the fever doesn't go away, I can ask the doctor to come to the house again. I think my brother is just thinking about it now. If you want to sleep, let him have a good rest first."

Ying Lan sighed and said distressedly: "It must have been some time ago that I used to run from both sides of the company and the hospital, and both sides burned. I was too tired. I couldn't bear it, and I fell ill."

Rong Weishan comforted his wife, "It's okay, Xiao Zheng has been exercising all the time, sleeping and sweating, it should be fine."

Ying Lan's clenched eyebrows still showed no signs of loosening.

As a mother, no matter how old your son is, how strong his physical fitness is, or if he has a fever or is sick, he should always be worried or worried, whether he should be distressed or distressed.

Rongrong's mouth hurts a little, and when he speaks, he always touches the painful place unconsciously.

Ying Lan noticed it and asked him, "What's wrong with your mouth? Are you angry?"

Rongrong took his hand off his lips, "It's okay, just when I helped my brother lie down, my lips hit my brother's chin, and it broke a bit of skin."

Ying Lan suddenly felt a little dumbfounded.

She beckoned to Rongrong, "Come here, Mom, take a look."

Rongrong approached and bent down.

Ying Lan carefully lifted his lower lip and looked at it, frowning slightly, "Bleeding."

Rong Weishan also stretched it out and glanced at it, "This wound is quite deep. Then, you slammed it hard, right? You hurt your lips, and you can't get medicine. Just bear with it. It will take a few days. Okay. It's just eating, drinking water and so on these days, and I'm a little guilty."