Is it okay? How could it be okay? So many people saw it. Did your parents? Yes... also saw it?

At the end of May, the weather was a little hotter than at the beginning of May. The crisp chirping of birds and the cooing of white doves could be heard from the trees.

Rong Rong stood in the shade of a tree, not exposed to the sun for the time being. He never knew that it could be so cold at the end of May, and the temperature on his body seemed to be absorbed by the soles of his feet.

This piece of shade was taken away. He seemed to have accidentally slipped and fell into a puddle that had just melted. His whole body was covered in cold air, and he was still dripping with water, looking very embarrassed.

The moment he was hugged by his brother, Rong Rong felt a warm current pouring into his body. His hand seemed to have its own consciousness, slowly and numbly raised. But he

His hands controlled his brain, and it only took a moment. In a moment, his brain took control of himself.

He stretched out his hand and pushed his brother away, only to be hugged tightly again.

His brother's embrace was too warm. He had used all his strength to push away the hug just now, and he really didn't have the strength to push it away again. He didn't want to push it away again the second time.

Rongrong's fingertips tremblingly grasped the corner of his brother's clothes, and he leaned his head on his brother's shoulder, like a bird that had suffered frostbite in winter, finally returning to a place that could make him feel at ease.

His whole body was soaked to the ground, and he lay on his brother's shoulder to rest and heal his wounds.

Occasionally, a wisp of morning breeze blew by, and Rong Rong's body shook uncontrollably.

Rong Zheng folded his arms holding Rong Rong and placed them in his ears, coaxing him patiently.

Ying Lan noticed that Rongrong's fingertips were holding the hem of Rong Zheng's clothes, and also noticed the blood on Rongrong's fingertips. Her heart was pinched hard. Her Rongrong's hands were

The hand that mixes fragrance. Normally, Rongrong pays great attention to her own hands and never lets her hands get hurt. How anxious should a child be to be able to do it when his hands are even injured?

Are you going to tear up those flyers too?

Rong Rong dared to come out for Zhou Di when he was eighteen years old. Isn't he a person who is afraid of the eyes and comments of people around him? The child reacted so strongly because he was afraid that he and Weishan would not be able to bear it after they accepted it.

Already?

This silly boy.

Ying Lan's eyes were red. She stepped forward, opened her arms, and hugged her two sons, like a mother bird, shielding her chicks from the wind and rain of the outside world. She was very fond of Little Velvet.

He said: "Your brother is right. It's just a small matter. Let's clean up all the flyers and call the police. Let the police find the person who posted the flyers and ask them to delete the photos."

Are you okay?, Ah."

Rong Weishan stood there. He had been confused from the moment he entered the park. He heard someone say to him and Ying Lan that after seeing those flyers later, don't be angry.

I was in serious trouble, and I saw someone pointing at the three of them.

It was before Linrong tore the flyer off the tree that he caught that one glance, just one glance. The blood tank in his body was almost empty, and his whole body seemed to be nailed with nails. His?

His brain couldn't react for a long time. When he saw Xiao Zheng kissing Rong Rong, his brain went blank.

When he heard what his wife Ying Lan said, Rong Weishan suddenly woke up! A small thing? Xiaozheng and Rongrong are in love. Is this a trivial thing?! Rong Weishan suppressed it.

He had a lot to say, but under the current situation, Rongrong couldn't say a word.

Rong Rong raised his head and looked at his mother Ying Lan. His eyes were extremely red, extremely red.

Ying Lan felt so distressed that she should have accepted these two children earlier.

Ying Lan had already made up her mind. She said to Rong Zheng in a calm tone: "Xiao Zheng, take Rong Rong back first and leave this place to me and your dad."

Ying Lan turned her head and glanced at her husband. After so many years of marriage, as long as it was the wife's decision, except in the early years because of the brothers and sisters in his family, the couple would occasionally have differences of opinion.

Other matters should be

Lan means one or two, but Rong Weishan doesn't even have the word "no". His mind is obviously very confused at the moment, but when his wife handed it to him, he still instinctively agreed with his eyes: "

Oh, yes, yes, just leave this to Dad."

His eyelashes trembled slightly. Heat welled up in his eyes, and his lips trembled slightly. He held back, gritted his teeth, and pushed back the heat in his eyes.

Cry in front of others.

Rong Zheng took Rong Rong's hand.

Rong Rong's hand shrank back reflexively.

Rong Zheng lowered his head and saw Rong Rong's blood-stained fingernails that he had injured when he tore the leaflets on the tree too hard.

Knowing that his brother didn't like him getting hurt, Rong Rong whispered: "Brother, doesn't it hurt?"

"Yeah," Rong Zheng responded. He tried his best not to make his face look too serious. He didn't want to increase Rong Rong's sense of guilt at this time. He softened his facial lines and tone of voice.

Calmly, "I'll take you back first."

Rong Rong didn't know how his parents planned to deal with this matter. He was afraid that his parents would incur criticism because of him and his brother, and he was also worried that as long as he stayed, his parents would suffer more strange looks and hesitations.

During this time, his wrist was caught.

Rong Zheng held Rong Rong's wrist back to the villa. As they walked out of the park, people were staring at the two of them. Rong Zheng's eyes were calm, and Rong Rong was held by his brother. The two walked side by side in the park, and his brother

Do you often run? This forest

The sun was rising a little higher on the runway. Rong Rong could feel the sunlight shining on his face, body, and the wrist of his brother's hand holding his, flowing from his body.

Did it go? The body temperature came back bit by bit.

Walking back to the villa, Rong Zheng held Rong Rong's hand and never let go.

Back at the villa, the servant Aunt Wu was not there. At this point, she must have gone out to buy groceries. There was no one on the first floor except Jian Yi who was sleeping upstairs.

Rong Zheng took Rong Rong's hand to the living room and asked him to sit on the sofa while he went to get the medical kit.

When the cotton swab touched the fingertip, there was a heartbreaking pain, and the hand shook violently, and he let out a muffled cry.

"Be patient."

When Rong Zheng came back, he originally wanted to drive Rong Rong to the hospital, but Rong Rong refused to go, so Rong Zheng had to treat his wounds at home. There were sawdust on his fingertips, and he had to use cotton swabs to clean up the blood.

Use tweezers to pick out the sawdust? Otherwise, the wound will become inflamed.

Rong Rong's jaw muscles tightened, he gritted his teeth and said, "Yeah."

Next, in order not to distract his brother, Rong Rong never made a sound again.

In the past, if Rong Rong endured it, Rong Zheng would tell him not to hold it in and scream out if it hurts. This time, he said, "Be patient." Because this time he couldn't be distracted. Picking sawdust was too delicate.

If he misses his job, it will cause secondary damage to him.

Rong Zheng participated in a youth summer camp when he was a student. When their company expanded, they also had regular first aid and some medical training for simple trauma. He was no stranger to the process of wound dressing. He grabbed it with one hand.

Rong Rong's wrist, the other hand holding tweezers, finally cleaned up the blood stains, picked out the sawdust, applied hydrogen peroxide to the wound with a cotton swab, cut off the gauze, and bandaged Rong Rong's injured finger, his movements always

Very stable.

Only when he closed the medicine box, his hand trembled slightly, but soon he stabilized and he closed the medicine box.

Rong Rong captured his brother's momentary pause. The moment Rong Zheng closed the medical kit and turned around, Rong Rong kissed his brother's chin and said, "Thank you, brother, for your hard work."

Rong Zheng's face was dark, his lips pursed into a straight line, and for a long time, he said seriously: "I don't feel it's hard, I just feel bad."

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and then, his eyes were filled with a twinkling smile, and he curled his lips, like a lake blown by the wind, with a smile that spread out in circles.

"Brother, you are too good at this. Fortunately, I made you like me. Otherwise, when I think that you might say such disgusting words to others, I would probably be depressed. No, it's jealousy.

I can make myself jealous to death."

Rong Zheng looked at him and said, "Only for you?"

His brother inherited his father's eyes, and the pupils are very dark. When he looks at people like this, his eyes will look very deep. His ears feel hot, but his eyes are very bright, and his eyes are full of

Smile?.

Rong Zheng saw him smiling and raised his hand to rub his head.

Rong Rong smiled at his brother again, his smile was a little proud and a little silly.

Rong Rong broke out in a cold sweat while bandaging his fingers just now. Rong Zheng went to the bathroom, twisted a towel for him, and wiped the sweat off his forehead and face. He moved very gently.

Rong Rong's face rubbed against his brother's palm, "Brother, I want to take a bath."

Rong Zheng frowned, "Can your current wound be touched by water?"

The sawdust is not too deep, nor too much. The wound should be healed in two days. You just need to be more careful during these two days and do not touch the water. Once infected and inflamed, it will become more serious.

Trouble.

"I know."

Rong Rong licked his dry lips and stared at his brother, "Brother, please help me wipe off my body, okay? I really want to take a bath. I'm too sticky."

Now, the clothes are stuck to my back."

Rong Zheng looked at him and made sure that Rong Rong really wanted to take a shower, so he took Rong Rong upstairs and back to his own room.

Rong Zheng went to get a small stool into the bathroom and asked Rong Rong to sit on the stool.

When taking off his clothes, Rong Zheng first let Rong Rong take one hand out of his cuff, trying to avoid the wound on his hand as much as possible. Then, he followed the same pattern and switched to the other hand without touching his hand at all.

Injury.

Rong Rong also cooperated very well. Rong Zheng wet the towel and used it to wipe his body. He raised his hands proactively without using Rong Zheng's voice to remind him.

"Brother, please give me some foam."

Just scrub it with clean water, but it will still be a little sticky after washing?
To be continued...