In the backyard, the windmill spun around a few times, leaving a few staggered lights and shadows on the open space.
Wen Zezhen and Rong Tianshen stood opposite each other, the wind was blowing, and neither of them spoke.
From a bystander's point of view, it is a scene of master tricks.
Rong Yuheng, who was behind the glass door, pouted her little butt and almost pressed it against the door. He moved his phone carefully, and gave his own voiceover:
"Winter comes to spring, everything recovers, and it's the peak of the annual Rongjiabao decisive battle."
"This year's contestant is our previous champion Tian Shen Xianjun, who will play against this year's new star, Emperor Zezhen."
Rong Congyan, who was behind him, felt speechless, "How did you combine Chinese immortals with Western classical?"
Rong Yuheng, "Shh!!"
His eyes were fixed on the two people in the backyard.
Rong Tianshen's lips seemed to move, and he said a few words, which he could not hear clearly through the glass door. Immediately afterwards, Wen Zezhen also spoke, with a solemn expression, as if he had made a rare promise.
Rong Yuheng, "Wow... He's fighting for me."
Rong Congyan put his hands in his pockets, not saying a single word.
Inside the hospital, Rong Tianshen frowned, and the exchange continued.
Wen Zezhen suddenly took a small step forward, feeling a little excited, Rong Tianshen paused, obviously a little stunned.
Rong Yuheng panicked, "Ah! He won't threaten the big scallop for me, will he? Wen Zezhen - no, you can't bully the old man for the sake of beauty!"
Rong Congyan opened his mouth blankly, "As expected of a high-end player in the entertainment industry, one word and one step on both sides."
"… "
However, the two who were trampled had no idea what was going on in the house.
Rong Tianshen's mouth pursed into a straight line, and turned his head away slightly indifferently.
After about a few minutes of output, Rong Tianshen's rigid facial contours finally eased a lot. He turned around and raised his chin towards Wen Zezhen, revealing a few traces of the pride and arrogance of the king.
Wen Zezhen's eyelashes drooped and nodded slowly.
Rong Yuheng, who was watching the battle in the house, was unwilling, "Ah, isn't it, isn't it? Don't fight, are they all out of mouth?"
After he finished speaking, he was a little anxious, turned his head and tugged at Rong Congyan's sleeve with his free hand, "Brother, Wen Zezhen seems to have lost! He lost me to another man!"
Rong Congyan's lower body was firmly rooted on the floor, only the upper body was dragged by the former and swayed slightly like grass in the wind. He was expressionless, "I said it was your father..."
So the extra parts can be cut out.
…
The two were in a stalemate, and Rong Yuheng, who had his back to the glass door, suddenly found a shadow cast on the floor in front of him.
With a heart-wrenching drama, he turned his head slowly.
I saw two tall men standing behind the wide and bright glass door. The sunlight outside was blocked by them, and the front facing the sun was condescending, revealing overwhelming coercion...
Rong Yuheng swallowed: Gudong.
He still pressed one hand on the phone, and the phone was tightly attached to the glass door. Because it was too tight, it was difficult to pull it off easily for a while.
Rong Yuheng quickly let go of Rong Congyan, and threw both hands on the glass door to dig Soso...
The two people outside, "..."
Rong Tianshen's face is dignified and indifferent, but a thin layer of sweat is faintly showing on his back - this kind of little idiot, will Wen Zezhen temporarily regret it
Thinking so, he secretly glanced at Wen Zezhen beside him.
But I saw the latter's face written "so cute", "so interesting", "want to rub", "I'm not worthy of it"...
Rong Tianshen's pupils shrank slightly: What a thick filter this is!
When Rong Yuheng pulled the phone off, the glass door was pushed open again with a "crash-" sound.
Rong Yuheng put the phone in his pocket pretending nothing happened, raised his eyelids to peek at the faces of Rong Tianshen and Wen Zezhen,
"What have you been talking about?"
Rong Tianshen walked past him with his hands behind his back and strode away, "It has nothing to do with you."
Rong Yuheng was so angry that he became a hamster ball, how could it have nothing to do with him! Isn't this the biggest hamster fight of the century
"Tell me, what did you guys talk about?" Rong Yuheng poked Wen Zezhen again.
Wen Zezhen grabbed his little hand in his palm, and changed the subject dotingly, "You haven't said what you recorded there with your phone."
Rong Yuheng, who had seen through the dynamic, made a small "grass" in his heart, and then said nonsense with a natural expression, "I didn't record it, I was just cleaning the glass."
Wen Zezhen, "Use a mobile phone?"
Rong Yuheng, "Is there static electricity... suck up the ash on the glass."
Wen Zezhen suddenly realized, touched his little hand and praised, "You really have a heart."
Rong Yuheng lowered his head, "It's okay, it's okay..."
Rong Congyan, who was beside him, was tired of this drama of self-deception and willingness to fight.
With Wen Zezhen's unilateral efforts, the "first seven meals" were more harmonious and warmer than Rong Yuheng imagined.
Rong Tianshen even asked bluntly, "No one at the table can't eat spicy food, right?"
Rong Congyan poked at the crispy tofu in the bowl and lost his appetite: "No one can't eat spicy food, right?"
After so many years, the three people in the family have known the taste of the family.
Pooh! The warm fairy who will confuse people, he is the only one who has not recognized this marriage!
Wen Zezhen, who was cared for, immediately showed a grateful look,
"If you can eat it, the delicacies prepared by my uncle are excellent. The exquisite combination of multiple flavors and the moderate spicy flavor can neutralize other taste sensations and bring the ultimate immersive experience to the taste buds."
Rong Yuheng, "..."
His chopsticks slumped, and he suddenly felt dull.
Rong Tianshen seemed to be enjoying it very much, and even his back was stiff, "Generally speaking, this is what my family usually eats."
Rong Congyan, who basically eats at home, almost choked the rice into the air pipe: You are a liar! !
Wen Zezhen once again praised, "Such exquisite three meals reflects the quality of life and eating attitude of my uncle. This is a person with taste and foresight. Having healthy and meticulous meals not only helps the body's nutritional balance, but also helps the moment. A functioning brain provides the nourishment to make every smart decision in the conduct of business affairs."
Rong Congyan & Rong Yuheng: ... I want to retching.
The corners of Rong Tianshen's mouth twitched slightly, "Well, I don't see it, you can infer such a complicated fact from such a small detail."
Wen Zezhen, "It's all my uncle's teaching just now, which has benefited the younger generation a lot."
When Rong Tianshen heard the words, his eyebrows suddenly became bright, he raised his glass and touched Wen Zezhen lightly.
bang,
The clear and translucent wine flows in a halo under the bright crystal lamp... The two smiled at each other across a table, as if everything was silent.
After dinner.
Wen Zezhen ignored the nanny aunt who was still on standby and went straight to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
Rong Tianshen hesitated for a while and then said pretentiously, "I'm going to investigate him."
Rong Yuheng held the phone expressionlessly, "Oh."
As soon as the two left, he threw the video from his phone into the recycling bin.
I originally planned to study the peak of the decisive battle of Rongjiabao for a while, but now it seems that I don't need it.
Based on the dialogue just now and the mouth shape of the two in the video, it should be inferred that it should also be the scene of a large rainbow fart.
Rong Yuheng suffocated and slumped on the sofa with his head raised, and let out a mournful cry: I lost it!
Who would have thought that Wen Zezhen actually knocked on the door of his house with a rainbow fart!
…
This time the two came back in a hurry, but since it was rare to come back, they planned to stay at home for a few days.
It was already very late after dinner. With Rong Tianshen's approval, Wen Zezhen settled down smoothly, and shoved into Rong Yuheng's bedroom openly.
Behind him, Rong Congyan was so angry that his teeth were rattling, and his grim expression was like a vicious female supporter.
Wen Zezhen noticed that before entering the door, he cast a smug and apologetic glance at the former.
The Qi of White Lotus instantly filled the entire aisle.
Rong Yuheng took everything into his eyes and could only shake his head and sigh helplessly.
Wen Zezhen, who was leading his tail almost to the sky, entered the door, and the latter locked the door with his backhand quite consciously. Rong Yuheng was suddenly alert, "Why did you lock my door?"
Wen Zezhen put his arms around his waist and lowered his head to kiss him, "I'm afraid your brother will come in."
Rong Yuheng's suspicious heart gradually let go. He remembered Rong Congyan who suddenly broke in when he was touching his ass last time, and he had to sigh with emotion for Wen Zezhen's keen prophetic power.
"Then lock it."
"Um."
Rong Yuheng's room is of a more comfortable style. The Rong family's house is very large, and so is his room.
A bed is enough for two adult men to lie down side by side in a large font, and the wallpapers are all well-packaged and soundproof materials. There is also a fluffy carpet on the ground, and even the bay window is covered with soft pads.
It's like a hamster's nest.
Wen Zezhen only looked around and felt an itch in his heart.
The male has a natural possessiveness towards his lover, and especially has a sense of domain. Now that he came to Rong Yuheng's room, he only felt that his whole body was stained with the atmosphere of his family.
Possession and being possessed are equally exciting.
Wen Zezhen took advantage of Rong Yuheng's back to go through the closet, and with his long arms stretched out, he pulled him into his arms and kissed him, biting his ears gently, "Baby."
Rong Yuheng was caught off guard by being sucked, and with a grunt, he almost didn't hold the clothes in his hand.
"Well... why, it's not even nine o'clock, you... don't mess around."
"Don't mess around." Wen Zezheng hugged the person and said nonsense with his eyes open, "I'll follow the normal procedure."
Rong Yuheng pinched his arm and tried to get out of the suffocating shovel lock, "I don't allow any procedures."
Wen Zezhen's grievance came up.
He slowly dragged Rong Yuheng towards the bed, "I'm so tired today, cub, I didn't relax when talking to my uncle."
"I think you're quite calm. Rainbow farts don't have any heavy looks." Rong Yuheng couldn't help but look around Wen Zezhen's face when he said this, "The dignified movie emperor will also give Others blow rainbow farts?"
"It's not that I didn't blow you." Wen Zezhen lowered his head and took a sip on Rong Yuheng's small mouth, and the fresh lips immediately became full and rosy.
"And I want your dad's approval, don't you?"
"Thinking about it..." Rong Yuheng squinted and hummed, "Would you feel shameless?"
"No." Wen Zezhen shoved him down on the big soft bed.
He propped up his upper body to avoid pressing on Rong Yuheng, and lowered his head to gently touch Rong Yuheng with the tip of his nose, "Uncle likes listening to this, he likes to listen to me, even if it's not for any recognition, it will make him happy. Just click."
Rong Yuheng looked at the handsome face of Wen Zezhen, who was close at hand above. The latter's eyelashes were drooping, but he couldn't hide the meticulous gentleness in the bottom of his eyes.
"It's your father after all, and I'll be my father in the future."
…
Rong Yuheng's heart suddenly burst into wet tears.
Wen Zezhen was always like this, thinking about everything but saying nothing. It's just that he silently fills in all the vacancies by himself, and glues their lives meticulously with airtight love.
Rong Yuheng stretched out his hand and hooked Wen Zezhen's neck, raised his head slightly to meet him.
"Master, you want boo boo."
There was an ambiguous sound of water in the gentle and fierce stirring of his lips and tongue, and his heart was hot.
…
When he woke up the next day, Rong Yuheng was full of thoughts: I'm broken.
Yesterday, Wen Zezhen was actually very gentle, probably because he was still at Rong Yuheng's house, he didn't make too much noise, and even his voice was suppressed.
But it is this kind of tenderness that is the most irritating, Rong Yuheng burst into tears in the end, and Wen Zezhen was still behind him saying "slow work and careful work"...
If it weren't for the fear of a more violent backlash, Rong Yuheng would have wanted to complain, "It's not fine at all"!
"You sleep a little longer, and I'll go down and give you all breakfast."
Wen Zezhen knelt on the head of the bed while tying the buttons, bowed his head and kissed his cub in the quilt.
Rong Yuheng stretched out his legs and kicked him with all his strength, "I have an aunt at home, so I don't need your attention."
Wen Zezhen, "Auntie didn't know you were tired last night and couldn't take care of your diet. I'll make it for you."
Rong Yuheng was a little speechless, he was not pregnant! As for a separate meal
"Why didn't you tell me and the baby to do it?"
Wen Zezhen's eyes lit up, "You have a baby!?"
"..."
Before Rong Yuheng could use the pillow to smash Wen Zezhen, who was stunned, the two heard a muffled sound of "Bang Dong!" from outside the door.
Wen Zezhen, "Cracked down to the ground?"
Rong Yuheng is not in the mood to share with Wen Zezhen at all now, and there is an ominous premonition in his heart.
He resisted the pain and propped himself up, walked to the door step by step, unlocked the lock, pressed the handle, and pulled the door—
Click, the door opens.
Outside the corridor, Rong Congyan's aching and twisted face couldn't hide the landslide and the shock. He clutched the big bag on his forehead, and his little fingers that were raised due to the pain were still trembling slightly.
"You... when were you pregnant!?"
"… "
The author has something to say: Rong Yuheng: You are so sick!
Rong Congyan: You too.
Wen Zezhen: Blow the rainbow fart to my uncle~
Rong Tianshen: It's hard not to recognize such a spiritual guy.