Cannon fodder tore the fake young master Script [MTL]

Ch 81- Then I'll Blow You

Rong Zheng's hand was dipped in the ointment, and Rong Rong's tongue immediately tasted the ointment.

He immediately stuck out Rong Zheng's index finger and stuck out his tongue, "Pfft, bah bah bah!"

It was useless, the tip of the tongue still smelled of ointment.

"Don't swallow."

When Rongrong was about to swallow saliva conditioned reflexively, Rong Zheng stopped him. Holding Rong Rong's hand, he walked quickly to the bathroom, filled the mouthwash cup with water, and handed it to Rong Rong's lips.

Rong Rong took it and rinsed several mouthfuls in a row, but the tongue coating was still cold, and the mouth was full of indescribable medicinal smell.

Rongrong stuck out her tongue, tears oozing out from the end of her eyes, she was suffering from the ointment.

"It still smells?"

Rongrong nodded tearfully.

He squeezed the toothbrush onto the toothpaste, and then refilled a glass of water, "Try to brush your teeth."

Rongrong quickly took the water cup and toothpaste. After brushing twice, the smell of the ointment in the mouth is finally gone. If brushing your teeth doesn't help, then others may also disappear.

Rong Zheng took the towel from the towel rack and asked him to wipe off the water stains on the corner of his mouth. Rong Rong forgot for a while that there was a blister on the corner of his lips. When he wiped it hard, the blister was immediately rubbed off.

Rong Zheng: "..."

Originally, Rongrong only had tears at the end of her eyes, but now she has tears in her eyes.

It hurts so much! ! !

Rong Zheng sighed, he took the towel and twisted it again, "Look up."

Rongrong raised his head in cooperation.

Rong Zheng first wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes for him, then wiped off the water stains on his face, put the towel back, and led him back to the bedroom. Fortunately, he also asked Aunt Wu to come over the medicine box. There are iodophors, cotton swabs and so on.

The place where the lips were broken was disinfected, and the ointment was reapplied.

Rongrong didn't dare to move again this time, and when it hurt, she tightly grasped his brother's arm.

"All right."

Rong Zheng threw the cotton swab in his hand, and Rong Rong also released his brother's arm. When Rong Zheng just twisted the towel, he rolled up his sleeves, and when Rong Rong loosened it, he saw the pinching on his brother's arm at a glance.

Feeling a little embarrassed, he touched his brother's arm.

Rong Zheng looked over, Rong Rong raised his face and asked his brother, "Does it hurt?"

Rong Zheng stared at him, "You try to pinch me?"

Rongrong: "...Brother, you are not good enough for your brother. At this time, you should say, it doesn't hurt, you have more strength."

When Rongrong said these words, he was in a trance. He vaguely remembered that his brother seemed, indeed, to have said such a thing.

It seems that when he was very young, he dislocated his arm once, and the doctor took the bones back for him. At that time, when his brother was with him, when he was holding him, he was in so much pain that he turned his head and bit his brother. arm.