The windows were closed and there was no wind in the room.

The weather has started to get colder recently and the room has not turned on the air conditioner.

Rong Rong felt a chill, and he climbed up along the back of his back.

A hand covered the back of his hand.

Rongrong slowly raised her head.

Rong Zheng had a serious expression on his face, "Winrong, don't think too much."

Rong Rong raised his head in a daze, and he opened his mouth.

He knew that sooner or later there would be such a day.

He thought he had been mentally prepared long ago.

When this day really comes, he finds that he will still panic and be at a loss.

He wanted to ask when did his brother and dad know about it?

I also want to know, do they know that the other child who was held wrong is Jian Yi?

Have they met Jian Zhuozhou and Ruan Yuman before?

Have you decided to take Jian Yi back and send him back to the Jian family?

Finally, he just called out softly, "Brother..."

Rong Zheng's eyes turned red.

He tightened his hand holding Rong Rongrong.

Ying Lan's scream came from the door, "What's wrong? This is... why are you crying?"

Rong Zheng shook Rong Rong's hand hard and whispered: "Let's talk about it later when you go out, will it be fine?"

Rongrong lowered her eyelids, "Okay."

Ying Lan quickly walked into the room.

She put the tray with sober tea in her hand on the bedside table and sat down next to the bed.

"As such a big man, I don't feel embarrassed to cry in front of the child."

Noting the towel in the eldest son's hand, Ying Lan said to Rong Zheng: "Xiaozheng, give the towel in your hand to mom."

"Mom, I'll take care of dad."

Rong Zheng was worried that his father Rong Weishan would get drunk and said nothing in front of his mother.

Mother and son are in love.

Rong Zheng really couldn't predict what kind of reaction would be if his mother learned that Rongrong was not his younger brother.

"No need, you can take Rongrong back to your room to rest first."

"Xiao Lan~~~Woo~~Xiao Lan~~~~"

Hearing that it was his wife's voice, Rong Weishan let go of the hand that had been holding Rong Rongrong, and instead hugged his wife, buried her face in her arms, and cried even harder.

Ying Lan's face turned red.

"Oh, I'm just making a fuss in front of the child..."

Ying Lan pushed her husband back to the bed, and Rong Weishan kept crying.

Ying Lan looked helpless.

She turned her head and said to Rong Zheng, "You have also seen that your father is drunk too much and is crazy about drinking. Xiao Zheng, you can take your brother back to your room, and I can take care of your father."

He did not forget to remind him: "By the way. Remember to take a cup of sobering tea. It has been warmed up and you can drink it directly.

Rong Weishan no longer called Rongrong's name, but instead called his wife Ying Lan's nickname.

Ying Lan put the towel on his forehead, "Here, here. I'm not allowed to drink so much wine in the future."

"oh."

I was drunk, but I still remember to listen to my wife.

Ying Lan was so amused and crying.

Rong Zheng watched his father gradually calm down. Judging from the situation, he should be able to fall asleep in a short while and should not say any more drunken words.

He just held Rong Rong's hand with one hand and held a glass of sober tea with the other, and went out.

"Meow, Meow~~~"

Rong Zheng took Rongrong back to the room.

Mint heard the sound of footsteps and ran over with short legs.

Rong Rong bent down and picked up the little guy.

Mint rubbed his palm, and Rong Rong gently touched his head.

"Drink sober tea first."

Rong Zheng took the mint from Rongrong's arms with one hand and handed the sobering tea in his hand to Rongrong.

Rong Rong sat on the sofa in the room, holding the cup of sober tea with both hands, drinking in small sips.

Mint lay on his feet, his belly facing up.

Rongrong sober tea took a few sips and put it aside. He bent down and scratched his mint belly.

Mint closed his eyes comfortably and made a refreshing grunt.

“Meow~~~”

Rong Rong touched its cat's ears.

Rong Zheng broke the silence, "Dad's words really have no other meaning, they are just a drunken word."

Rong Rong held the mint into her arms and gently touched the soft fur on its back, "Brother, you just said to me in your parents' house, 'Go out and talk about it'. What I planned to tell me at that time should not be the same, right?"

"no."

Rong Zheng denied: "You misunderstood. This is the sentence I just wanted to tell you in my parents' room."

Mint was in Rongrong's arms, her eyes closed and she yawned a big yawn.

Rongrong touched his head, Mint looked up at him, licked his paws, found a comfortable position on Rongrong's legs, opened his mouth wide, and yawned again.

Rong Rong scratched Mint's chin, raised Mint's chin slightly, and closed her eyes comfortably again.

Rong Rong looked up and looked at his brother, "Is that right? If my father's words were just drunk words, why would you be so nervous? I reminded my father twice that he was drunk? If it was just a drunk word, why did my mother come into the room and ask her what happened to her? You didn't answer, but comforted me as soon as possible, covered my hand on the back of my hand, told me, go out and talk?"

His younger brother is too smart.

Rong Zheng: "Fengfeng..."

The eyelids drooped slightly, "Brother, I just want the truth."

He has been holding secrets alone for too long.

He knew that he was a thief and stole Jian Yi's parents and his brother.

Since his birthday, he has been wondering whether the main plot will happen and when will it happen.

Now, his identity as a thief is finally being discovered.

As a result, he had already imagined that it would be much better.

At least, this time, after learning that he was a "thief", my parents and brother did not drive him out directly.

They even concealed from him, his thief's identity.

Rong Zheng: "Yongrong, I won't harm you."

Rong Rong said thank you to his brother in his heart.

Thank you for thinking about him so sincerely in this life.

That's enough.

Then let him take a break of all this.

Rong Rong hugged the mint in her arms a little tighter.

He stared at his brother without blinking, "Am I my parents' child?"

Rong Zheng did not hesitate at all: "Yes."

Rong Rong asked again: "Is it my biological child? Did I give birth to my mother for ten months?"

Rong Zheng's pupils shrank slightly.

Rong Rong smiled, "Brother, I think, I know the answer."

Rong Rong's overly calm reaction made Rong Zheng uneasy.

He put his hands on Rong Rong's shoulders with both hands, "Yong Rong, I said, don't think about it."
To be continued...