Cannon fodder tore the fake young master Script [MTL]

Ch 94 - Forgive You Why Should I Forgive You

The video footage is actually pretty good.

At that time, light music was playing in the milk tea shop, and Rong Rong, Jian Zhuozhou and Ruan Yuman were sitting by the window. In winter, the warm sunlight shines on the table through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting gentle light and shadow. It's just the content of the conversation, which is far less warm and harmonious than the video gives people.

"You are looking for me, what's the matter?"

Rongrong heard his indifferent voice coming out through the phone as the video played.

Out of respect for Rongrong's personal privacy, when Rongrong opened the video, Rongzheng didn't pay attention. Rong Zheng suddenly guessed something until he heard what Rong Rong said on the phone.

His eyes darkened slightly, he held Rongrong's hand that clicked the pause, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you mind if I take a look?"

The video must have been out by now, and many people should have watched it. It doesn't matter, there is nothing unheard of in his conversation with Jian Zhuozhou and Ruan Yuman.

Rongrong also let go of the situation and leaned against his brother's arms. Rong Zheng's eyes filled with distress, he held the hand that Rong Rong had put down, wrapped it tightly in the palm of his hand, and kissed him on the cheek. Rongrong also turned his face and kissed his brother's chin.

Rong Zheng gave him a deep look, put his hands around Rong Rong's waist, wrapped him in his arms, and adjusted his sitting position slightly so that Rong Rong could lean on more comfortably.

Rong Zheng clicked play again.

"Xiaorong, we are here to pick you up and take you home..."

From the video point of view, the person who took the video should be not far from them, and the faces of Rongrong, Jian Zhuozhou, and Ruan Yuman clearly appeared in the camera.

"My hands, since I was a child, have never touched a repair tool."

The sun jumped on his hand, covered with a faint golden light. Rongrong looked at his hands in the video fascinatedly. His current hands are really good-looking. They are fair, slender, without calluses or any scars. They are pampered hands.

Rongrong didn't join the alumni group, thinking that the alumni group must be quite lively now.

Love the poor and love the rich...

His hands were smashed by the flower pot over his nails, and the nails were blue for almost half a month; in the winter, his hands were dipped in cold water to wash bowls one after another; in the hottest summer, the sultry Gloves, holding a paint bucket, painting the exterior walls of high-rise buildings...

He used to change jobs and move frequently. He also had stomach pains and cramps, but he was not willing to take time off. He only took painkillers and insisted on going to work, just for the full attendance that month. Count the money in the card every day and calculate the daily expenses.

He knew that Jian Zhuozhou and Ruan Yuman would not ignore him, as long as he called them, they would definitely pick him up. Even if he called his brother, even if his brother hated him at that time, he would definitely give him money.

But he didn't do that.

Since his parents and brother don't want him anymore, he won't want to go back. Jian Zhuozhou and Ruan Yuman were not wanted by him, so he would not go back.

How could those people know that he never disliked anyone, but no one liked him.

There was warmth from the back of his hand, and Rongrong came back to his senses in a trance. His brother's lips fell on the back of his hand, he took his hand, and kissed his palm. The kiss landed on the palm a little itchy, and Rongrong smiled at his brother. very nice. Parents, and brother, never really hated him.