Cannon fodder tore the fake young master Script [MTL]

Ch 128 - You are not the only one who loves fluffy

Rongrong was startled. He blinked, blinking away the moisture that appeared in his eyes.

He curled his lips, "Yeah. Me too." In his last life, he didn't have such thoughts at all. After being kicked out of the house, he looked forward to the dark and the dawn every day. The days went by in a hurry. After realizing that he liked his brother in this life, there was no one else in his eyes. Every spring|dream is full of his brother.

The light in Rongrong's room is on, with an orange light. Rongrong's hair was cut short in the beginning of the spring, but it was no longer as short as last summer's inch head, but with bangs. He had taken a shower now, his bangs were softly attached to his forehead, and he smiled at the camera with a soft and well-behaved smile.

Rong Zheng wanted to put the person in front of him in his arms, but the video call was just like that. Looking at the person within reach, in fact, no matter how far he stretched his hand, he couldn't touch it. Rongrong has class tomorrow, Rongzheng doesn't want him to go to bed too late, "Can you sleep now?"

Rongrong has been chatting with his brother with his bent legs since the call just now, and his arms and legs are a little sore now. Rongrong straightened his long legs and lay down on the bed. He lay on his side with his face on the pillow and his mobile phone in his hands, "Brother sing? If you sing, I will sleep."

Rongrong recalled, basically as long as he asked his brother to ask, his brother rarely refused. But it seems that so far, every time he asks his brother to sing to him, his brother has not agreed.

Rongrong stared at Rong Zheng in the video, "Brother, are you out of tone and embarrassed to sing? It's all my own. Don't worry, no matter what you sing, I'll keep listening to it with a smile."

Rong Zheng: "..."

Don't sing. I watch you sleep. "

Rongrong changed her posture, lay flat, and raised her phone, "Don't. Sing a song, brother, my good brother..."

That is to say, the two are in a video now. If they face each other, Rongrong should hug his brother and kiss him until his brother promises to sing to coax him to sleep. Rongrong regretted it, he should have thought of this trick long ago. If his brother doesn't sing, he will kiss him until his brother is willing to sing to him. Like now, through the video, he can't do anything.

Feeling overwhelmed and underpowered, unhappy.

Rong Zheng saw the unwillingness on Rong Rong's face, and a shallow smile appeared in his eyes, "It's getting late, rest early."

As soon as Rongrong heard it, she knew that it was no use asking his brother to sing to coax him to sleep at night. The two were just talking on video again. If his brother really ended the call, he would have nothing to do with his brother now.

Rongrong had to settle for the next best thing, "Brother, watch me sleep."

"Um."

Rongrong didn't close his eyes to sleep, he sat up, lifted the quilt, and rummaged on the bed for something.

"Ah, I found it. Fortunately, it didn't fall to the ground."

Rong Zheng thought he was looking for something like a wireless headset or a blindfold to help sleep, but no, what Rongrong was holding was not a headset or a blindfold, but a shirt. This shirt is very familiar to Rong Zheng. It was worn by him at Rongrong's place a few days ago.

Rong Zheng's eyes suddenly turned a rich ink color.

Rongrong held the phone in one hand, and covered his brother's shirt with the other, and then piled the thin quilt on him casually, "Brother, good night."