Cannon fodder tore the fake young master Script [MTL]

Ch 68

Rong Zheng glanced at the villa, and Jian Yi went in with his parents.

He took off the hand covering Rongrong's eyes, "Go to my car first?"

Rongrong looked at his brother and nodded slowly.

Rongrong was holding hands by Rong Zheng and got into the car.

"Dad called and told me that he and mom saw Jian Yi who was delivering flowers on the way back. The battery car that Jian Yi delivered flowers was broken and could not start. Dad asked the driver to pull over and called the repairman, the battery car He was dragged to the repair shop. Because it was near the meal time and not far from our community, I picked him up to sit at home by the way. Before that, my parents had never brought Jian Yi back, and they didn’t hide Jian from you. Yi has come back to live, don't think too much about it."

Rong Zheng shook Rongrong's hand.

When Rong Zheng received the first call from his father Rong Weishan, his car had just left the company.

The car drove into the community and received a call from his father Rong Weishan to be home. At the same time, Rong Zheng noticed Rong Rong standing in front of his house wearing a white down jacket.

Guessing that Rongrong might have misunderstood, Rong Zheng parked the car in the green belt and reached out to block Rongrong's eyes.

Rongrong smiled, "I didn't think about it. I didn't even have time to think about it. Brother, you covered my eyes. Besides, is Jian Yi the child of my parents? Is it a logical thing to do?"

Sometimes what the eyes see may not be the truth. Many times, even seeing it with your own eyes is only a cross-section of things. His brother told him not to think too much, so he followed his brother's words and didn't let himself think deeply.

Many times, people's troubles lie in thinking too much, so that they seek troubles themselves. He doesn't do that.

Rong Zheng frowned, "You are also a child of the Rong family."

Rongrong raised her eyebrows and said "um".

Rong Zheng didn't let go of Rong Rong's hand, and touched his head with the other hand.

Rongrong's hair was growing, and it felt less thorny to the touch. The palm of the tentacle was a little soft. Rong Zheng said, "Wait for a little longer, then go get it trimmed. Don't shave your head again this time. The weather is cold. Now, it's cold for you to shave your head."

It's actually not that cold, just get used to it.

At least it's been like this in my last life. But he really hasn't suffered much with this body now, and he's not sure if he can stand it, "Then let it grow longer and shave it in summer?"

Rong Zheng stared at him, "What's your obsession with inch head?"

"Is it convenient? It's convenient when you wash your hair, and you don't need to blow your hair. Just wipe it with a towel and it's dry."

He originally planned to get a haircut after the cold was cured, but he was a little busy with his schoolwork recently, so he forgot about it.

"Ignore it in winter and wait until next summer."

Rongrong curled her lips, "Well. Listen to my brother."

…

It's not too far from the community where Rongrong lives now, but at this time, most of Rongrong has just finished school, got off the bus, and walked over.

He tried to park his car at the stop sign closest to Rongrong Community, and then walked back. With his feet, it would take about fifteen minutes.

Rongrong didn't like to walk since he was a child. When he was a child, he had to carry it when he didn't walk a few steps. When he grew up, he was always picked up by a driver when he went out, and when he got his driver's license, his legs didn't walk on the ground very much, and he only drove by car. In fifteen minutes, he probably walked for about twenty-five minutes before he could reach his community. Then from his current community, walking home...