Cannon fodder tore the fake young master Script [MTL]

Ch 6 - You Have To Watch Me Sleep

The family sits and eats together.

After being kicked out of Rong's house, Rongrong never thought about it. One day, he, his parents, and Rong Zheng, the four of them would be able to sit together again and have a happy meal like today.

Only on special days like the Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, and New Year's Eve, do I dare to let myself go, recall the days with my parents and the others, and swallow the cold rice with my thoughts.

Rong Weishan has the habit of drinking a few glasses before every meal.

Therefore, Mrs. Rong and the servants in the family will also pour the wine for Rong Weishan before the meal.

Under the surprised eyes of Rong Weishan and Ying Lan, Rongrong poured the wine for his mother, and then poured half a glass for himself.

Rongrong raised her glass, her lips curved, "Dad, Mom, let's have a drink, shall we?"

Father Rong looked very happy, "Okay! I asked you two brothers to accompany me to drink before, but each of you said that you were not available. It's rare to come today, our father and son will go first."

Rongrong clinked glasses with his father, and the father and son drank half a glass of wine.

Rongrong poured the wine glasses of the two of them again.

"Dad, Mom, this cup, I respect you."

Rongrong held the wine glass in both hands, "I'm sorry, I've worried you all this time. Also, thank you."

Rongrong paused for a while, then smiled again: "Thank you for raising me, thank you for your tolerance and understanding from childhood to adulthood. Dad, Mom, didn't I tell you? To be your son, It is the proudest and happiest thing in my life.”

No, it should be said that two lifetimes are added together.

Rongrong added in his heart.

Rong's mother's heart throbbed for no reason. It felt as if a piece of her heart had been dug out.

Tears rolled down her cheeks suddenly.

Mrs. Rong had to put the red wine on the table first, took a tissue, and wiped the tears from her cheeks, "You child, what happened today. Say something that makes people cry."

Rongrong asked Rong Zheng, who was sitting beside him in a low voice, "Brother, do you have your handkerchief with you? Borrow me?"

Rong Zheng gave him the handkerchief he carried with him.

Rongrong walked to Mrs. Rong, and with the handkerchief that Rong Zheng had just borrowed from him, she wiped Mrs. Rong's tears with a light hand, "I'm sorry, it's my son's fault. Don't cry. You cry so much that I feel bad."

Mrs. Rong raised her head and gave him a charming look, "Who did you learn from?"

"I learned it from Dad. Isn't Dad always coaxing you like this?"

Rongrong smiled and said authentically.

Rong Weishan looked smug.

Mrs. Rong snorted, "your dad's mouth is a lot more clumsy."

Rong Weishan was not convinced, "Rongrong said it all, and learned from me."

Mrs. Rong couldn't hold back, and was amused by her husband.

Rongrong sighed, "Dad still has a way."

Madam Rong flushed slightly.

Even Father Rong rarely showed a bit of a cramped look.