Cannon fodder tore the fake young master Script [MTL]

Ch 64

Rongrong's tone was somber: "There is some warmth, once you feel it, even the slightest cold will become unbearable."

Rong Zheng was unmoved: "Is that so? I'll throw you out of the house now. After thirty minutes, I'll take a look again to see if you will freeze to death."

Rongrong snorted, "What a cold brother."

"Get up, I'm going to pour boiling water."

Rongrong released the person.

Rong Zheng went to pour the boiling water, put the soaked cold granules on the table, and called Rong Rong to come over, "It's still too hot now. Drink it later, understand?"

Rong Rong put his hand on the cup, it was a little hot, he shrank back again, just put his palm on the rim of the cup, and nodded obediently.

Rong Zheng pressed on his head, "I'm going to take a shower."

Rongrong raised her face, "Can I come with you?"

Rong Zheng put the towel over his head.

Rongrong quickly took off the towel from his head, with a thick nasal voice, angrily roaring at his brother's back, "Brother! How can you put your sweaty towel on my clean and smart head? On the melon!"

…

Rong Zheng took a shower and came downstairs to smell the smell of fried eggs.

Rong Zheng walked to the restaurant, and sure enough, there were ham sandwiches and fried eggs on the table.

Rong Zheng wrinkled his eyebrows, "What do I do to toss myself when I'm not feeling well? I can just go out and eat breakfast by myself."

Rong Rong took a bite of the chicken sandwich, "Brother, you think too much, I'm just hungry, so I just made your portion. Besides, I made a chicken, ham, lettuce sandwich for myself, and you put a piece in yours. Ham, it's a low-profile version."

Rong Zheng pushed away the dining chair and sat down with a blank expression, "That's really hard for you, you can still think of me as a brother."

Rongrong took a mouthful of Ganmaoling: "Well, I remembered it when I smelled the smell of Ganmao Granule, or I really couldn't remember it."

Rong Zheng: "..."

…

I don't know if it was because of the cold that Rongrong was particularly sleepy. While eating breakfast, I yawned several times.

Rong Zheng looked worried: "Do you want to take a leave from the school?"

"No. I'm also expecting a first-class scholarship this semester."

The total score at the end of the term, the usual class scores still account for a large proportion. He suffered a stab wound to his back earlier, and the school has given him special treatment. However, the class scores are definitely not as many as the students who normally attend. He still had to raise his class scores a little bit, so that he would be more assured of the first-class scholarship at the end of the term.

"Then I'll take you to school after eating."

"No need, and it's not on the way. I'll take a taxi. Brother, you can also save some gas money."

While speaking, Rongrong yawned again. It's really sleepy.

Rong Zheng said angrily: "...It's not bad for your petrol money."

…

Mr. Rong was not short of money, but Rongrong couldn't compete with his brother, so Rong Zheng sent him to school.