Cannon fodder tore the fake young master Script [MTL]

Ch 98

Rongrong has never played Weibo, and naturally he has never seen it. The comment section below called her husband such a "grand occasion".

He just saw those netizens calling his brother husband one by one, and his mouth was like a big slice of lemon, a little sour.

Rongrong was the name that was pronounced unconsciously.

He regretted it after reading it aloud. The key was that his brother agreed, it seemed... he was calling his brother husband just now.

Rongrong put the phone back into his brother's hand, his cheeks were red, and he glared at his brother, "Brother, you take advantage of me! Look at the comment section for yourself."

Rong Zheng hung the towel around his neck and took the mobile phone. He probably didn't expect such a style of painting under his Weibo, and a little surprise flashed in his eyes.

Rong Zheng replied to the top message "Husband, please give me a chance": "Sorry, I already have a stable partner."

Rong Zheng didn't avoid Rong Rong when he was typing, and Rong Rong saw it all. Saying you're unhappy is a lie. Instead of being happy, he was more worried, "Brother, if you reply like this, will netizens say that Rong Zheng, the president of the Rong Group, has a stable partner tomorrow?"

Their family is so popular now that Rongrong is worried that tomorrow his brother has a relationship, so it should be on the hot search.

Rongrong bit his lip. He raised his eyes and discussed with his brother, "Brother, why don't you delete this comment. If my parents knew about it..."

Rong Zheng pointed his index finger on Rong Rong's lips, and his dark eyes stared at Rong Rong, "Don't delete it. Don't worry, the message I replied is not very popular, and I am not a public figure, so my private emotional state will not attract much attention. ."

In addition to the video that my father just posted, the popularity will only continue to be on the relationship between Rongrong and the Rong family, and no one will be bored enough to pay attention to his personal feelings.

Rongrong took his brother's hand away, "Brother, in case..."

Rong Zheng kissed him directly, rubbed his palms up and down on Rong Rong's waist soothingly, and the tip of his tongue nimbly drilled into his slightly open tongue.

Rongrong's lips were sucked and she couldn't speak at all.

"Well!"

He protested and slapped his brother on the waist, not taking such a foul.

Rong Zheng brushed his teeth, and his breath was full of fresh mint flavor, even his kisses had a fresh mint flavor, which was a little sweet. Rongrong was attracted by his brother's kiss. He was like a little fox who ate a new flavor of fruit and couldn't help but want to taste more.

Rong Zheng is of course a greedy little fox.

After a long time, Rong Zheng's lips left Rong Rong's lips, and the hot breath slowly hit Rong Rong's cheek. His voice was gentle: "Baby, don't worry, I have everything."

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Rong Zheng's thoughts on the people who eat melons are indeed much more thorough than Rong Rong's.

Rong Zheng's Weibo fans have indeed risen rapidly, but they are only six figures, and their popularity has always been limited. He usually does not rely on scandals or anything to get out of the circle. In the general public's cognition, it is not surprising that a wealthy and handsome boss like Rong Zheng has stable contacts, but it is strange that he does not.