Cannon fodder tore the fake young master Script [MTL]

Ch 127 - A slap in the face

April is over, and it's May.

The roses in the yard bloomed and climbed along the flower trellis to a half-story building. The green leaves of the camphor tree jumped with a lovely golden light in the sunlight.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the room are open, the wind blows the curtains, and the fragrance of roses and camphor is sent to the room by the breeze.

"It's so fragrant, are the roses blooming in the yard?"

Rongrong walked into the room with his brother and smelled the fragrance of flowers in the room. He trotted to the terrace of Rong Zheng's room, leaning on the railing and looking down. Sure enough, the last time he came, it was just a wall of green roses. It was only half a month later. The entire wall was covered with deep and light pink, purple, and champagne flowers, in clusters and clusters. Clusters, colorful, very lively and lovely.

The community where Rongrong lives now has no yard, and his balcony is just the sidewalk between the building and the community. The area covered by green plants is not bad, but apart from peach blossoms, magnolias, pansy and oleanders in spring, roses are rarely seen. It is probably because the roses that climb the wall are too short in bloom, and they are too good at climbing the frame, so they are not easy to take care of.

Rongrong stood on the terrace and admired the words for a while. Turning around, his foot tripped over something beside him.

Rongrong looked down, and was surprised to find that he just ran to the terrace to see if the roses were blooming outside, but he didn't pay attention to his brother's open air. I saw his brother's original tidy but empty terrace, I don't know when it was full of various varieties of roses, gardenias, jasmine, and two pots of mint.

The last time Rongrong came to his brother's room was in March. At that time, the wind was relatively strong, and his brother's balcony window was not open. He squatted in front of the two pots of light green mint, and when he got close to it, he could smell the faint bitterness in the cool greenness of the mint.

Rong Zheng also came to the balcony.

Rong Zheng turned his head and asked his brother curiously, "Brother, when were these flowers and potted plants planted?"

"When the spring starts this year." The flower seedlings with buds that I bought specially, the weather turns warmer, and the flowers bloom one after another.

Rongrong stood up straight, his hands behind his back, leaning forward, leaning towards his brother, staring straight at his brother, "Specially planted for me?"

Rongzheng picked a "romantic baby", pinned it behind Rongrong's ear, his eyes were gentle, "Well. Do you like it?"

Rongrong hooked his brother's neck and kissed him. The tip of his tongue opened Rong Zheng's lips, and he wrapped his brother's tongue domineeringly and forcefully. The arms around Rong Zheng's neck were folded, and his body slammed forward with fierce and ruthless strength. Rong Zheng was pushed back by Rong Rong's body, his back pressed against the rose petals, and the petals rustled to the ground.

Floral fragrance.

The wind blew up the curtains, and the two kissing bodies on the balcony melted into the shadows of flowers floating in the breeze.

Rong Zheng opened his eyes and looked at the half-closed door.

…

Ying Lan stepped out of the eldest son's room with weak steps.

Her legs were weak, and she had to hold the wall with both hands and slowly move to her bedroom. During the period, because of the weak legs, both knees knelt on the ground once. The knee of her right leg hit the floor hard, but Ying Lan didn't seem to feel the pain. She gritted her teeth and stood up and continued to move towards the room.