Cannon fodder tore the fake young master Script [MTL]

Ch 111

"Brother, let's go over there."

Rongrong heard Ling Ziyue's voice. With such a beautiful scenery, he didn't want to meet Ling Ziyue, a humanoid grower. The most important thing was that he finally kidnapped his brother to travel with him. He just wanted to Enjoy the world of two.

Rongrong took his brother to the opposite place. Meiling Mountain has a large area of ​​plum forest. After Rong Rong deliberately avoided Ling Ziyue, he never met Ling Ziyue and his party on the mountain.

There are many kinds of plum blossoms in Meiling Mountain, among which Suxin plum is more fragrant than Gongfen plum, Longyou plum, and cinnabar plum. Longyoumei is famous for its unusual branches, which is very pleasing to the eye. Gongfen plum and cinnabar plum are a little more delicate, and their aroma is relatively quiet and lighter, and you need to get close to smell it before you can smell it. It is not like the hearty plum, as long as you are in it, the aroma will come to your nostrils.

On the ground, there is a Gongfenmei that I don't know which tourist climbed it and didn't want it. Rongrong picked up the Gongfen plum on the ground, held it in his hand, and sniffed it close, wondering if the fragrance of the folded plum blossoms would be different from the fragrance blooming on the tree. It may be that this Gongfenmei has just been broken off, and it still exudes a faint fragrance.

Rongrong took it in his hand and planned to take it back and put it in the bottle.

The wind was strong on the mountain, Rongrong's lips were a little dry from the wind, and the tip of her nose and cheeks were also red from the cold. Rong Zheng's SLR was hanging around his neck, his fingertips touched his cheek, and sure enough, his tentacles were cold. Rong Zheng unscrewed the thermos cup in his hand, "Drink a little to warm up your body."

"Well." Rong Rong took it, took a sip, his body was much warmer, and handed the thermos cup to his brother's lips, "Brother, you drink too."

Rong Zheng took a few sips of Rong Rong's hand. Rongrong's honey water was added with passion fruit, and before Rong Zheng could drink it, he could smell the faint aroma of passion fruit. Very fragrant, the aroma of passion fruit and honey overflowed from the tip of his teeth.

Rong Zheng screwed on the cap of the bottle and saw that there were plum blossoms that just fell on Rongrong's hat, and took off a few pieces of plum blossoms on his hat for him. Rongrong curled her lips and smiled at his brother, "Thank you brother."

Rong Zheng kissed him on the lips.

Rong Zheng's lips left Rong Rong's lips. Rong Rong went up to him, kissed his brother's lips, and pressed his body to his brother, only to bump into his brother's SLR hanging around his neck. He stared at the DSLR on his brother's chest with disgust, "Brother, your DSLR is too much of a hindrance."

Rong Zheng took the DSLR off his neck, held it in his right hand with the thermos cup, wrapped his right hand around Rong Rong's waist, tucked his arms slightly, and their bodies were completely pressed together, "That's it."

The words fell, and the lips were covered.

A gust of wind blew, and plum blossoms fell rustling on the branches, landing on the hats, shoulders, and clothes of the two of them...

...

The villa housekeeper called and asked if he wanted to prepare lunch for the two of them in advance. Rong Zheng asked the villa housekeeper on the other end of the phone to wait for a moment, and he asked Rong Rong's opinion.

Rongrong: "What time is it now?"

Rong Zheng raised his hand and glanced at the watch on his wrist, "It's almost half past two."