After taking a shower, Rong Zheng wiped his hair and walked out of the bathroom.

The flashbulb flashed.

A bit glaring.

Rong Zheng narrowed his eyes and blocked it with his hand.

"I'm sorry, brother, I forgot to turn off the flash."

Smiling apologetically at Rongzheng, Rongrong turned off the flash of his phone.

Rong Zheng put his hand down and glanced at Rong Rong dissatisfied, "Why are you filming me?"

Rong Rong smiled and said: "Look."

When he returned to ‌, he ‌‌ took more photos of his parents.

From now on, when he lives alone, take your time and take a look.

Rong Zheng was skeptical of Rong Rong's words.

He walked over to get the cell phone in Rong Rong's hand.

He thought that because of Rong Rong's perverse temperament, he would deliberately photograph him at an odd angle, making him look ugly to a historical degree. To his surprise, both the composition and the lighting were very interesting, and he was unexpectedly photographed in a particularly unusual way.

of tenderness.

It doesn’t have to be some weird photo.

Rong Zheng took one look and returned the phone to Rong Rong.

He went to the bathroom to blow dry his hair.

When I came back, I turned off the lights and the room fell into darkness.

The back of Rong Rong's head rested on his bent elbow, "Brother, tell me a bedtime story."

Rong Zheng was silent.

After a moment, he spoke coldly, "Rong Rong, do you think I won't beat you?"

There is no end to the problem.

"No, fairy tales are all about love. Prince Charming wakes up Snow White by kissing him, Snow White kisses the frog prince, and the swallow kisses the prince's lips (note). I'm still a baby. Brother, give it to me.

Just read prose, Wang. This kind of pure literature is more suitable for my pure heart."

Rong Zheng: "...when did you become such a talkative person?"

"Night brings out the best in people."

Rong Zheng was strangely silent, "Did your father teach you your slang?"

It’s very similar to my father’s saying of “try the law by yourself”.

"Hmm. A tiger father has no dog son."

Rong Zheng: "..."

Rong Zheng could feel that Rongrong's attitude towards him had changed subtly from before.

As Doctor Guo told him, before that, Rong Rong had set up a wall against him in his heart.

It was like a little fox that he had raised and was very familiar with, but later hid in its own cave because they had been apart for too long.

When you see him, you will occasionally stick your head out, or only reveal your tail, or only your back, and you will only let him touch his fur occasionally.

Now the little fox was even closer to him.

He came out of the cave. He would move and stretch out his paws, scratch him and play with him.

Rong Zheng was naturally delighted with Rong Rong's change.

"Have you liked listening to prose lately?"

"It's not just recently, I just suddenly wanted to listen to it. Brother, please read it to me."

Rong Zheng: "..."

"elder brother."

Under the quilt, a hand poked Rong Zheng's waist.

Rong Zheng said coldly, "This is no exception. After you finish reading, you can sleep with me immediately."

"‌."

I agreed very simply.

Rong Zheng felt the bed move.

It should be that Rong Rong changed his posture and listened to the movement, as if he was really preparing to listen carefully.

Rong Zheng used his mobile phone to search Wang's works on the Internet and found one he thought was good.

"Wang Zengqi's "It takes fate to meet someone who understands you"?"

Rong Rong: "Yes."

With the approval of the only audience member, Mr. Rong, who temporarily worked part-time as a male broadcaster, began to read.

The first time Rong Rong heard this article by Wang ‌ was in Jian ‌.

Jian Zhuozhou likes to hear this.

Before six o'clock in the morning, the sound of washing and the sound of the female broadcaster would penetrate the door and enter his house.

During that time, he suffered from severe insomnia and often fell asleep at three or four in the morning.

Being woken up before six o'clock every day drove him crazy.

He endured it for almost half a month, and finally suffered from complete insomnia until dawn. He wanted to catch up on some sleep, but he was so noisy by the audio broadcast that was turned to the maximum that he could not sleep.

Anxious to the extreme.

He opened the door and went upstairs.

The woman read: "Ye San is a bit arrogant: 'Do you think I'm embarrassing you? Two gentlemen from a big cloth shop have a father who sells fruit. Don't look at it.'

?”

Ruan Yuman moved ten pots of flowers, which was too much for her waist.

She turned down the volume of the Bluetooth speaker a little and sat down in the chair.

"Zhuozhou, I miss Xiaoyi..."

The footsteps on the stairs suddenly stopped.

Ruan Yuman rubbed her sore waist, and with Jian Zhuozhou's support, she sat on a chair to rest, her eyes red.

Jian Zhuozhou sighed.

"Hey. Why don't I miss that boy? But Xiaoyi is now Rongxi's second young master. Mr. Rong and Mrs. Rong probably don't like us visiting him often. Besides, Xiaoyi is now taken back to Rongxi.

‌, when we need to develop a relationship with him. Whether we go to see him often or call him to invite him out to meet, we don't treat him too much."

"But... Xiao Yi was obviously brought up by the two of us. I still remember the first day I brought him back from the hospital. He was such a small bundle. I brought him up from such a young age.

, raised to be so big now..."

Ruan Yuman couldn't help crying when she thought of her adopted son Jian Yi.

Why does fate make such a joke with them?

The son she had raised for nineteen years was not his biological son, so she could only watch helplessly as Xiaoyi's relatives took him away.

He is the second son of the Rong Group. Xiaoyi returns to his parents' home, so naturally he follows her and Zhuo Zhou. They have no reason not to return the child.

The son who has been brought up by his own hands and whose eyes have hurt him for so many years is suddenly taken away. Who can be left alone? Who can bear it?

Jian Zhuozhou's eyes were red.

He gently patted his wife on the shoulder to express comfort.

"It's just that Xiaoyi is still here. That kid always gets up earlier than the two of us and makes breakfast in advance. When we get downstairs, there will be a hot breakfast waiting for us.

Our child, Xiaoyi, has been well-behaved, smart, sensible, and obedient since he was a child.

I used to think that to be able to raise a child like Xiaoyi, I didn’t know that it was my lifelong blessing that led to me having such a well-behaved and excellent son.”

The smile on Ruan Yuman's lips faded away, her fair neck was slightly lowered, her eyes were sad, "It's me who is unlucky after all."

Jian Zhuozhou lowered his voice, "Don't say that. It's embarrassing because the child heard it."

Ruan Yuman bit her lip, "Is it going to be difficult for him? The child has been with us for almost half a month, and he has neither called you dad nor me.

‌Mom."

Ruan Yuman had tears in her eyes, "He is not willing to recognize us at all. He despises us. He despises us for not having tens of billions of assets. He despises that we are just a flower shop owner and cannot afford his expensive college tuition."

"The child says he dislikes us? I think you are just being overhearted."

"Yes. He didn't say that he disliked us, but he showed it in his words and deeds. Look at him, the two of us went to the market early in the morning to buy fish for him. When we came back, the bowl of crucian carp soup that he cooked was...
To be continued...