Rong Zheng looked down, and Rong Rong met his brother's eyes, with a smile on his lips and a cute smile, "Hey, I raised my hand, won't it touch the water?"

As long as Rong Rong opens his mouth, Rong Zheng is rarely able to refuse. What's more, he smiles so well and softly.

The tip of Rong Zheng's heart felt like it was covered with mint. The tail was swept and felt numb. He said in a deep voice: "Raise it a little higher."

Rong Rong listened and raised his hand a little higher.

Rong Zheng turned around, squeezed out the shower gel, put it in the palm of his hand, and smeared it on Rong Rong's body. Although Rong Rong was studying with his wife these days, he was exercising with his parents, and his own body had also been exercised to some extent.

There are some effects. The texture of the tentacles is firmer and smoother than before. But Rong Zheng didn't have any thoughts. He washed it very seriously. The foam was almost too much. Rong Zheng didn't use flowers directly.

He was afraid that the water would splash onto Rong Rong's wound, so he took a mouthwash cup and used water to rinse the foam off Rong Rong's body.

Rong Rong took a bath that was not that convenient, but comfortable enough.

After taking a bath, Rong Rong felt quite refreshed. He sat on a stool and waited for his brother to dress him.

Rong Zheng took a bath towel and wiped his body, "A change of clothes? I forgot to bring them in. You sit here and I'll go to your room to get them."

Rong Rong lowered his eyes. His brother had always been very careful in his work, and he rarely forgot. It must have been a shame to lose his change of clothes. Rong Rong's heart felt like it was being beaten.

A thin thread was pulled, and the thread pulled and hurt.

He stretched out his little finger and hooked his brother's little finger. Rong Zheng looked down at him, Rong Rong raised his face and smiled, "Brother, I'm really fine. You saw it too, it was just a little sawdust.

It will be fine soon. It won’t delay me from making perfume, nor will it delay me from making perfume in the future.”

Rong Rong's hands are very beautiful. He has never done any housework since he was a child. The back of his hands is clean and white, with no scars on them. His nails are also rounded and curved, with a healthy pink color. Now

, that hand was wrapped with dazzling gauze.

"No matter what happens in the future, promise me that without endangering your life, you will try not to hurt your own hand, nor will you let yourself get hurt."

In this world, there is a person who is more nervous than you care about yourself.

Rong Rong hooked his brother's little finger on that hand and shook it, and he said softly: "I know."

Rong Zheng's hand grasped his wrist. He leaned down, put the back of his hand to his lips, and kissed the joints of his injured index finger and middle finger.

Rong Rong's fingers felt like they were about to burn. The heat spread along his finger bones to the center of his brain, and his whole body became hot. Rong Rong suddenly realized that the current situation was happening.

It was very detrimental to him. His brother's clothes were intact, but he was like an egg without its shell, not even a protective layer of film.

The next second, his body was pulled up by a force.

Rong Rong opened his mouth. The light in the bathroom was blocked, and his lips felt soft.

His brother set a fire on his body, and his flesh, bones, and soul burned together.

The two of them spent a lot of time in the bathroom.

“Knock knock knock—Xiao Zheng, are you in there?”

Hearing my mother's voice, my soft body suddenly became as hard as dried clay.

Rong Zheng kissed the back of his neck, "Relax, mom won't come in."

Rong Rong's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his voice was dry, "Mom and Dad, they..."

"What do they think? Can you just ask them in person later?"

Rong Rong turned around and glanced at his brother. What his brother said was quite relaxed.

"elder brother!"

Rong Rong lowered his voice and exclaimed because his brother suddenly hit him and hugged him sideways.

"It's faster this way."

Rong Rong snorted, "How can a man be so quick?"

"Then slow down and ask mom to wait outside the door?"

Rong Zheng stopped and gestured to put Rong Rong down.

Rong Rong blushed in embarrassment and hit his brother on the shoulder. He was not wearing any clothes at the moment, so when he blushed, even his neck and collarbone were stained crimson.

Rong Zheng chuckled, but his eyes were very, very deep.

His mother Ying Lan was outside the door, so Rong Zheng naturally couldn't go to Rong Rong's room to get clothes. He hugged Rong Rong and sat on the bed, and took a set of loose sportswear from his wardrobe.

Put on the velvet.

"The underwear is a bit big for you? Bear with it for now. I'll change it for you later?"

Rong Rong put his straight, big, long legs into his underwear and raised his face, "Brother, are you showing off to me?"

Rong Zheng's eyes were filled with a hint of smile, "Is it so obvious?"

Rong Rong nodded and gave a suggestion "seriously", "Actually, you can be more obvious."

The smile in Rong Zheng's eyes deepened.

Ying Lan's slightly helpless voice came from outside the door, "I'll wait for you in the living room downstairs."

Rong Rong put his hands through his sleeves, and Rong Zheng helped him put the collar of his T-shirt over his head and took off his clothes.

Rong Rong bit her lip, "Mom will definitely misunderstand now."

Rong Zheng looked at him, "Is it just a misunderstanding?"

Rong Rong raised his foot and kicked his brother's thigh. He glared at his brother and his ears were red. "Brother, you are particularly annoying today."

Rong Zheng held his ankle and rubbed it with his fingertips. His dark pupils looked deeply into Rong Rong's eyes, "I don't mind letting my parents wait a little longer."

Rong Rong felt that there seemed to be a ghost fire in his brother's eyes, which could draw away a person's soul.

Fortunately, his reason was still there and he was not completely stunned by the beauty.

What did Rong Zheng look for for Rong Rong? They were long pants. Rong Rong wanted to wear shorts. No matter in terms of putting on or taking off the clothes or how cool they were, shorts were always comfortable. Rong Rong really couldn’t understand why his brother wanted to give him a pair of long pants.

pants. He just wanted to go to his brother's cabinet to find a pair of shorts.

Rong Zheng held the wardrobe with one hand, preventing Rong Rong from opening it, "No shorts, the legs are too big."

Rong Rong didn't take it seriously, "What's wrong with the big pants? I'm a man, are you still afraid of being exposed?"

Rong Zheng didn't speak, his eyelids drooped slightly, Rong Rong subconsciously followed his brother's line of sight down, and saw the red patch on the inside of his thigh.

Rong Rong: "..."

Rong Rong finally put on his trousers and went downstairs with his brother.

After going down the stairs, Rong Rong, who was not fast at first, walked even slower now.

Rong Zheng stretched out his hand and patted his waist gently. Rong Rong didn't walk faster, but walked slowly behind his brother.

Rong Zheng can't laugh or cry?

Rong Weishan and Ying Lan were sitting on the sofa in the living room, drinking white tea brewed by the maid Wu. The couple did not see their youngest son at first, but after taking a closer look, they realized that the younger son was walking behind the eldest son.

.Immediately it was a little funny, but also a little sad.

Ying Lan put down the tea cup in her hand, "What? Just a few hours? We haven't seen each other for a while, and we are separated from our parents?"

Rong Rong moved slightly from behind his brother, half of his body exposed, "No..."

Ying Lan could tell at a glance that the clothes her younger son was wearing belonged to him. She glanced at her older son and found that his eyes were not calm. Ying Lan felt even more uncomfortable.

.

She waved to her youngest son, and Rong Rong walked over and sat down next to her mother.

Ying Lan looked at his hand immediately. Seeing that his wounds had been cleaned and bandaged, she asked with concern: "Have you been to the hospital?"

Rong Rong licked his fangs with the tip of her tongue and pursed her lower lip, "Brother bandaged it?"

Ying Lan was slightly stunned. If Rong Rong had said this in the past, she would have only been happy that the two brothers had a good relationship. Now that she knows that is not the case, her mood will inevitably change when she hears this sentence from her youngest son.

It's a bit complicated.

Rong Weishan was the same. He was holding a tea cup in his hand and stared blankly at the younger son. After looking at the younger son, he went to look at the elder son. How much more could he see on the younger son's face?

I couldn't tell the look of comfort, but I couldn't see anything on his face.

Ying Lan said calmly, "The bandage is very good."

Rong Rong added, "I think so too? Very good."

What she said was "pretty good", and what Rongrong said was "very good." This child... wonders how much he likes his brother.

Rong Zheng also noticed the different adjectives between Rong Rong and his mother, and he looked towards Rong Rong.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough."

Rong Weishan cleared his throat and forcibly refreshed his sense of presence.

Rong Weishan took the initiative to mention the incident in the park, "Your mother and I have taken care of everything. The people have been arrested, and the police have asked sanitation workers to clean up those leaflets posted in the park, and the films have also been followed.

People are coming."

Nowadays, there are surveillance everywhere, not to mention parks in high-end communities like this. Surveillance is everywhere. As soon as the police adjust the surveillance, they go into the park in the dark to post flyers in the early morning before dawn. Mrs. Kang’s

The figure was photographed. This matter is not difficult to investigate, so the investigation results came out very quickly.
To be continued...