Rong Zheng glanced at Rong Rong indifferently, "Did I see enough of you when you were a child?"

Clothed, unclothed, lying on their stomachs, on their backs, lying on their sides; drooling, sucking their fingers, gnawing their toes.

Time flies so fast. The soft and fragrant snow dumplings at first became so big in the blink of an eye.

"That's different! Did you say it was when you were a kid?"

Rong Zheng covered Rong Rong with the quilt with some unfamiliar movements, and said softly, "It's the same. No matter when I was a child or now, you are my brother."

Rong Rong's heart suddenly shrank.

The fingertips of his hands holding the quilt turned white, and he forced a smile and said, "Then if I were not your brother, would you still be so kind to me?"

In fact, I already had the answer to this question in my previous life.

It's just that this life is different, isn't it?

He did not disturb Brother Huang's birthday, nor did he go against his brother because of Zhou Di, nor did the relationship between them deteriorate.

Will the answer be different?

Rong Zheng said calmly, "There is no such thing."

"It's just a hypothetical question. If I were not my parents' child, there would be no blood relationship between us. Brother, you..."

The more Rong Zheng listened, the darker his eyes became.

Why hadn't he noticed that his little brother was so insecure before?

While he and his parents were busy with their own affairs, what had the little brother experienced?

Rong Zheng raised his hand, pressed it on Rong Rong's head, and rubbed it. His movements were still a bit unnatural.

His tone was firm, "No matter what happens, you are my brother."

"Brother, you have to remember what you said today! Well -"

Rong Rong didn't expect that after the real second young master of the Rong family was recognized, his brother would still regard him as his biological brother. As long as his brother and his parents didn't hate him and allowed him to visit them in the future, that would be enough!

Rong Rong sat up excitedly, forgetting that his stomach still hurt. His stomach twitched violently, and he immediately groaned in pain.

Rong Zheng frowned, "It still hurts?"

"No, no. It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt at all!"

Afraid that Rong Zheng would send him to the hospital, Rong Rong quickly denied it.

Rong Zheng's expression was serious, "Rongrong, if the medicine still doesn't work, you must tell me. Don't make fun of your body."

Rong Rong deliberately yawned exaggeratedly, "I know. Ah, I'm so sleepy. Brother, I'm going to sleep."

"Go to sleep."

Rong Zheng still had no intention of leaving.

Rong Rong gave up.

It seemed that his brother really planned to wait until he fell asleep before leaving.

At first, Rong Rong thought that if someone was watching him sleep, he would definitely not be able to sleep.

At first I really tried to pretend to be asleep.

Maybe it was because he had just been discharged from the hospital and his body had not recovered safely, or maybe the stomachache had passed and his body was tired. After a while, Rong Rong fell into a deep sleep.

The sound of shallow breathing came.

Even when he was asleep, Rong Rong frowned in his sleep and showed no sign of relaxing.

"My little head doesn't know what to think about all day long."

Rong Zheng pursed his lips in annoyance, stretched out his fingertips, and smoothed out the wrinkles between Rong Rong's eyebrows.

Rong Zheng sat beside the bed for a while.

During this period, I sent a message to my assistant Liu Xing.

"I have something to do in the afternoon, so I won't go to the company. Send a copy of the information from each department that will be used in the meeting tomorrow to my mailbox. If there are documents that need to be signed, send them to my home after work."

On the other end of the phone.

Liu Xing looked at the phone and fell into deep thought for a long time.

Is the president’s recent absenteeism rate a bit high?

After confirming that Rong Rong was deeply asleep and would not wake up in a short time, Rong Zheng first went to close the curtains in the room, then quietly closed the door and went out.

"Is Fluffy okay?"

Rong Zheng walked out of Rong Rong's room, Rong Weishan approached quietly and asked in a low voice.

Thanks to Rong Zheng's strong psychological quality, he was not shocked.

Rong Zheng looked in the direction of Rong Rong's room and said, "My stomach hurts. I gave you stomach medicine and painkillers."

"So serious? It seems that your mother's black magic has improved again. Fortunately, I saw that something was wrong and didn't try it myself."

Rong Weishan looked happy to have escaped death.

Rong Zheng: "..."

Is this how to use one’s own practice?

Only then did the old father remember whether he should care about his poor little son, "Does the pain in Linrong be severe? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Rong Zheng said calmly: "Let's observe and observe first. Now that I'm asleep, let's see how he does when he wakes up. If it still hurts, go to the hospital."

Rong Weishan nodded in agreement: "That's fine."

"Zheng'er? That's it. Don't you have to go to the company today?"

Mrs. Rong walked up the stairs with a glass of lemonade in her hand. Seeing that her eldest son was still at home, she asked with concern.

Rong Zheng turned his head and said, "Well. There is nothing important in the company today, so I won't go over there."

"That's right. Young people must know how to balance work and rest. In the past, if I asked you to rest at home for half a day, it would be as if it would kill you. Now you are willing to take the initiative to rest, which is good."

Rong Weishan patted his eldest son on the shoulder happily.

In the past, he often felt that there was not enough time, so he wanted to devote as much energy and time to his career as possible.

Ever since he passed through the gate of hell the year before last, Rong Weishan had seen a lot.

There is always endless money to be made. What is more important in this world than health?

Rong Zheng's attention was focused on the glass of lemonade held in his mother's hand, "Mom, what you are holding in your hand is..."

"Didn't Ling Rong say at the dinner table that she was a little bloated after eating too much? I asked Aunt Wu if there was anything that could help with digestion. Aunt Wu taught my mother how to make this glass of lemonade."

When Rong Weishan heard that this glass of lemonade was made by his wife herself, he immediately sweated for his little son.

Rong Zheng reached out to pick it up, "Mom, Rongrong is asleep. Please give me the lemonade. I will bring it downstairs for you first. It will be the same when Rongrong wakes up and then drink it."

Rong Zheng's words were perfect, and Mrs. Rong did not doubt that he was there, and handed the lemonade in her hand, "Then remember to put it in the refrigerator, and give it to him when Rongrong wakes up."

Rong Zheng: "...Okay."

Before leaving, he gave his father a look.

Rong Wei immediately put his arm around his wife's shoulders and said, "Madam, you have been busy all day long. You must be tired, right? Come, I will accompany you back to your room to rest."

The couple disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Rong Zheng poured lemonade on a pot of green plants in the corridor.

I apologized to my mother from the bottom of my heart.

He was also thinking about his younger brother's health.

"Longrong, wake up."

"Longrong..."

His cheeks felt itchy, thinking it was Mint rubbing his cheek with his head again. Rongrong muttered, "Mint, stop making trouble, let dad sleep for a while, and then I'll go make money to buy you food."

My hand subconsciously touched the little guy's head.

The palms are slightly prickly, not at all as soft as blue cat fur.

His cub has mutated?!

Rong Rong opened his eyes suddenly.

What caught the eye was Rong Zheng's angular face, and his brother's hair, which was always meticulously combed, had a few very eye-catching curls.

Rong Rong swallowed.
Chapter completed!