The door was closed softly, and Rongrong went out.

In the darkness, Rong Zheng opened his eyes and raised his hand to rub the temple that was painful.

That day, Rong Rong reacted on him, and Rong Zheng had already noticed it. Rong Rong was sitting on him, and it was impossible for him to not notice it at all at all. So, after dinner that day, he left.

After he went back that day, he thought alone all night, thinking about which part was wrong. When did Rongrong think differently about him, as his brother.

In fact, it is not completely unrecognizable.

They bought crabs that time, he washed his hands, Rong Rong kissed his palms, and he felt something strange at that time. However, he quickly convinced himself that it should be just an accident.

Including Rong Rong hugging him from behind, he acted coquettishly and asked him to dress him up. He kept telling himself that Rong Rong was close to him as his brother.

Until... that day, he saw the wet underwear on the balcony of Rongrong's room, and was pushed out of the room by Rongrong's room without any silver, and he could no longer convince himself.

His speculation was completely confirmed, and Rongrong really thought about him.

Young people’s preferences are not fully established, and their preferences often come and go quickly.

Just like Rong Rong once liked Zhou Di so much, he liked it so much that no matter how he and his parents opposed it, he still insisted on his own, and there was a tendency to fight against the whole world for Zhou Di. Later, when he and his parents let it go, he took the initiative to disgrace Zhou Di.

He also saw Jian Yi's photos on Rongrong's mobile phone. As a result, the two teenagers did not develop as further as he thought.

Rong Zheng originally planned to deal with it coldly.

Rongrong likes homosexuals, and he is the only homosexual closest around him, which makes Rongrong blur the boundary between family affection and love.

He believed that over time, Rong Rong had someone he really liked, and naturally he could distinguish that his attachment to him was not love, but just a plot like a chick.

He pretended not to understand the thought hidden in the song that night, and pretended not to understand Rong Rong's uncovered eyes that morning.

Rong Rong's confession was unexpected.

He thought Rongrong would maintain the status quo, at least...it wouldn't be so soon.

Rong Zheng turned on the light.

He opened the drawer in the room and took out the cigarette and lighter.

Seeing the sleeves of his pajamas, Rong Zheng put the cigarette and lighter back.

The hangover and insomnia caused Rong Zheng not to get up as soon as he heard the alarm clock ringing.

Rong Zheng pressed one hand on his abdomen and reached out to turn off the alarm clock.

In this situation today, Rong Zheng did not plan to go out for running again, and his physical condition would not allow it.

Rong Zheng rarely let himself sleep until seven o'clock. When the second alarm clock rang, he pressed his abdomen and supported his hands on the bed and sat up slowly.

Rong Zheng finished washing and rinsed downstairs.

Rong Zheng got up a lot later than usual. Aunt Wu, who was choosing vegetables in the kitchen, heard footsteps and greeted her from the kitchen, "Do you still have to run today? Or should you have breakfast first?"

At last night's dinner, Rong Zheng didn't pick up a few bites of food, but was toasted by Mr. Wei of Leda. His stomach hurts when he wakes up in the morning.

Rong Zheng pushed open the dining chair and said, "Please prepare breakfast first."

"Okay. I'll go and serve you porridge now."

After a while, Aunt Wu brought out a bowl of millet porridge and a few light side dishes from the kitchen.

Rong Zheng's stomach ache just now, distracting his attention. He didn't hear Aunt Wu say anything. When Aunt Wu brought out the porridge from the kitchen, he realized that the breakfast today was made with porridge.

Rong Zheng usually rarely drinks porridge for breakfast, because drinking porridge will increase the frequency of going to the toilet. It would be fine if he just sits in the office to process documents, but if he has to hold department meetings one after another, frequent going to the toilet will be more misleading and may easily lead to embarrassment, so he rarely drinks porridge on weekdays. Aunt Wu is an old man at home and everyone knows his habit. Therefore, Rong Zheng was a little surprised when he saw that the breakfast was millet porridge.

Rong Zheng asked, "Aunt Wu, are there no other breakfast today?"

Aunt Wu brought the last plate of fried yam to the table and explained in a bit cramped manner: "Young Master said you drank wine last night during the social event. You may feel uncomfortable in the morning. When you wake up early, you cooked porridge for you. These are all stomach-enhancing dishes. Do you want to eat something else? Or, I'll make another serving for you."

Rong Zheng was stunned, his eyes fell on the porridge and side dishes on the table, "Are the porridge and vegetables made of fluffy?"

"Yes. After cooking this table of dishes for you, I got off the airport where I took the bus to the urged by my husband and wife."

Rong Zheng's hand holding the spoon suddenly stopped. He looked up at Aunt Wu, "Airport? Flying Flying in Paris today?"

Aunt Wu looked confused, "Yes. The young master is the flight early this morning. Don't you know?"

He doesn't know.

He has not contacted Rongrong on his own initiative recently. He deliberately delayed the reply to the message sent by Rongrong. Rongrong sent a video invitation. He also deliberately chose to answer when he was busy, so that he could avoid chatting for too long.

Didn’t it? During those video calls, Rongrong told him several times that he was going to Paris today, but he didn’t give him the chance to tell him, so he went there on excuses?

Seeing that Rong Zheng’s face was not right, Aunt Wu asked in a low voice: “Do you need me to make another breakfast for you?”

Rong Zheng came back to his senses and whispered: "No need to worry, just eat porridge."

"Oh, OK."

Aunt Wu went into the kitchen and went busy.

At the entrance, the sound of the password lock being unlocked came.

After a while, a delicate cat moan sounded.

“Meow~~~”

“Meow~~~”

Mint jumped out of Rong Weishan's hand, walked towards Rong Zheng with a small cat step, and ran towards Rong Zheng happily, rubbing his head gently on Rong Zheng's ankle.

Rong Zheng just finished breakfast.

He bent over and hugged Mint, scratched his chin, and looked at his parents who entered the room and asked, "My mom and dad, have you taken Mint?"

"Well, Rongrong slap, let's take the mint. Speaking of this, why didn't you tell me and your mother that Rongrong's house is so small now? The mint cannot be moved, right? Mint?"

Mint lay in Rong Zheng's arms, squinting his eyes comfortably.

"We gave him the secondary card, but he didn't take it away. He shouldn't use the pocket money you and your mother gave him, and the pocket money I usually transfer him. The house he rents now should be the ideal house that his current financial ability can afford."

Rong Weishan heard that Rong Rong did not use the pocket money he and his wife gave him, and even the pocket money Rong Zheng gave him was not used at all, so he felt even more distressed, "This child... is all a family, what about us, his."

"The first major painter in the county was Ji Taomin, and the first connoisseur was Ye San."

The first sentence at the beginning of Rong Zheng came from the Bluetooth headset, and Rong Rong laughed out loud.

His brother probably only read the report, but never read the prose much. He read it very hard in the first game.

"Ye San is a fruit seller. His fruit seller is different from other fruit sellers. He is not a shop runner, a stall, or a carrying a load to walk around the streets. He specializes in delivering fruit to the big house doors, that is, to twenty or thirty families..."

Just listening to the sound, Rongrong couldn't hear that Ye San was selling fruits. It sounded like Ye San was selling houses specifically for rich people... With this idea, Rongrong was even more cozy.

It was in Rong Zheng's straightforward voice that Rong Rong gradually felt sleepy. He held his phone in his chest and listened to his brother's voice and fell asleep.

When he was woken up by a stewardess, Rong Zheng's voice was still playing in Rongrong's Bluetooth headset-

"He gave Ji Taomin fruits, and he had been there for half a day. He ground ink, floated red fat, grind stones and green stones, and stretched paper. When Ji Taomin was painting, he stood beside him and looked at it with great concentration, and he didn't even show his vigor..."

Rong Rong opened her eyes and took off one of the headsets.

The flight attendant gently reminded: "Hello sir, our flight has landed."

Rong Rong was a little surprised. Not only did he arrive in Paris after sleeping, what surprised him the most was that he had not had a dream for such a long time. Rong Rong had discovered that as long as he was lying next to his brother, he would not have nightmares easily. It turned out that his brother's voice could have the same effect?

The Bluetooth headset light flashed, reminding you that it was almost out of power. Rong Rong first thanked the flight attendant. After the flight attendant left, he took off the two headsets together and put them in the charging box to charge.

A passenger was walking past him with his suitcase. Rong Rong also began to pack up and prepare to get off the plane.

As soon as he got off the plane, Rongrong felt a sense of coldness. He zipped up the down jacket on his body and pushed his suitcase to the exit hall.

In the exit hall, there was a handsome blonde man holding a sign of "rucas" to pick him up.

Rong Rong is a little face-blind, especially for blond and blue-eyed foreigners. Unless they are fat or thin or have a very obvious beauty and ugliness, they are really similar to copying and pasting in his eyes.

He saw the other party holding his English name's pick-up sign and the French name on his work sign hanging around his neck, and confirming the other party's identity - Evan, versa's perfume consultant, and a very outstanding perfume chemist.

If it seems that even after he is reborn, many things have changed, the characters who should appear will appear one after another.

Rongrong had a very good impression of the first and only friend he had in France.

In his previous life, at the beginning, he didn't know Evan's identity, and just thought that the other party was an ordinary employee of versa, because there were only photos and names on his job card, and he did not have his position. Later, after learning about the other party's position, he was a little surprised. After all, as a newcomer, he should not be enough to let this senior perfume consultant of versa pick him up.

In his previous life, Evan also showed him his work permit, but he was angry at that time and didn't read it at all. However, he still called Versa to confirm Evan's identity carefully.

This part of calling to confirm Evan's identity in this life can naturally be omitted. He symbolically took Evan's work permit and took it back, "Then I'll trouble you."

Evan quickly put away the sign he picked up the plane, "Please--"

The car that picked up the plane was parked outside the airport lobby. The driver saw him and Evan walk out of the airport lobby, come over, and bring his luggage and the pick-up pass in Evan's hand into the car.

The hotel that versa reserved for Rongrong was the five-star hotel he and Rongzheng stayed at when Rongrong came to Paris last time.

Rongrong was not too surprised. After all, this hotel is closest to Versa headquarters, and it is a five-star hotel for entertaining guests, which is the most suitable one.

However, versa did not book a presidential suite for him, but a business room, but it was also very good.

Evan accompanied Rongrong to check in and accompanied him to his room, "You have been flying for so long today, must be tired, right? Have a good rest today. I will come to pick you up at around 9 a.m. tomorrow morning, and I will accompany you to the headquarters of versa. Do you have any bad things about this arrangement? If you have any questions, please tell me."

Evan is still as enthusiastic as in his previous life.

Rong Rong thanked the other party, saying that his arrangement was fine.

Evan walked to the table, took the paper and pen, and wrote his contact information, "If you have any place to help, you can also call me. This is my contact information."
To be continued...