Cannon fodder tore the fake young master Script [MTL]

Ch 70

The door was closed softly, and Rong Rong went out.

In the darkness, Rong Zheng opened his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed his aching temple.

That day, Rong Rong reacted to him, and Rong Zheng had already noticed it. Rongrong was sitting on top of him, so close, it was impossible for him not to notice it at all. So, after having dinner that day, he left.

After he went back that day, he thought about it all night alone, thinking about which link went wrong. When did Rongrong think differently about him as a brother.

Actually, it's not completely invisible.

That time they bought crabs, he washed his hands, Rongrong kissed his palm, he felt a little strange at that time. However, he quickly convinced himself that it should be just an accident.

Including Rongrong hugging him from behind, coquettishly wanting to hug him, and asking him to dress him, he kept telling himself that it was just Rongrong's closeness to him as a brother.

Until...that day he saw the wet panties on the balcony of Rongrong's room, and the quilt pushed him out of the room without any silver, and he could no longer convince himself.

His guess was thoroughly confirmed, and Rongrong really had a crush on him.

The preferences of young people are not fully established, and their likes tend to come and go quickly.

It's like Rongrong once liked Zhou De so much, to the point that no matter how opposed he and his parents were, he still insisted on doing his own thing. Later, when he and his parents let him go, he took the initiative to talk to Zhou Yu himself.

He had also seen Jian Yi's photos in Rongrong's mobile phone. As a result, the two teenagers did not develop further as he thought.

Rong Zheng originally planned to treat it coldly.

Rongrong likes the same sex, and he is the only one of the same sex closest to him, which makes Rongrong blur the boundary between family and love.

He believed that after a long time, when Rongrong has someone he really likes, he will naturally be able to distinguish him. What he has for him is not love, but an attachment like a chick.

He pretended not to understand the meaning hidden in the singing that night, pretended not to understand Rongrong's undisguised and explicit eyes that morning.

Rongrong's confession was something he didn't expect.

He thought that Rongrong would maintain the status quo, at least...not so fast.

Rong Zheng turned on the light.

He opened the drawer in the room and took out the cigarette and lighter.

Glancing at the sleeves of his pajamas, Rong Zheng put the cigarette and lighter back again.

…

The hangover and insomnia made Rong Zheng not wake up as soon as he heard the alarm clock go off.

Rong Zheng put one hand on his abdomen and reached out to turn off the alarm clock.

In today's situation, Rong Zheng has no plans to go out for a run, and his physical condition does not allow it.

It was rare for Rong Zheng to let himself sleep until seven o'clock. When the alarm clock rang for the second time, he pressed his stomach and put his hands on the bed and slowly sat up.

Rong Zheng washed up and went downstairs.

Rong Zheng got up a lot later than usual. Aunt Wu, who was choosing dishes in the kitchen, heard footsteps and greeted her from the kitchen, "Is the eldest young master going to run today? Or do you want to have breakfast first?"