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In the backyard, the big windmill whirred around several times, dropping a few staggered lights and shadows on the clearing.

Wen Zexang and Rong Tianshen stood opposite each other. There was wind blowing, and no one spoke.

From a bystander's point of view, it is a scene where the masters are playing tricks.

Behind the glass door, Rong Yuheng pouted his little **** and almost stuck to the door. He moved his phone carefully, bringing his own voice-over:

"From winter to spring, everything recovers, and it's the summit of the annual Rongjiabao decisive battle."

"This year's contestant is our previous champion Tianshen Xianjun, playing against this year's rising star Zezheng the Great."

Behind Rong Congyan felt that the grooves were so dull, "How did you combine Chinese fairy chivalry with Western classical music?"

Rong Yuheng, "Hush!!"

He fixed his eyes on the two people in the backyard.

Rong Tianshen's lips seemed to move, and after a few words, he could not hear clearly through the glass door. Then Wen Zezhen also spoke, his expression solemn, as if he had made a rare promise.

Rong Yuheng, "Wow... he is fighting for me."

Rong Congyan kept his pockets in his hands, not a word.

Inside the hospital, Rong Tianshen wrinkled his brows, and the exchanges continued.

Wen Zezhen suddenly took a short step forward, a little excited, and Rong Tianshen paused, obviously a little dazed.

Rong Yuheng was panicked, "Ah! He wouldn't threaten the big scallops for me, right? Wen Zezong-no, you can't bully the old man for beauty!"

Rong Congyan said nonchalantly, "As expected of a high-end player in the entertainment industry, one word and one step on both sides."

"..."

However, the two who were stepped on had no idea what was happening in the room.

Rong Tianshen's mouth was pressed into a straight line, and he turned away a little indifferently, Wen Ze remained motionless, his lips closed and continued to output.

After several minutes of touching the output, Rong Tianshen's rigid facial contour finally eased a lot. He turned to Wen Zexong and raised his chin, revealing a few traces of king's pride and lofty height.

Wen Zezhen's eyelashes drooped, and he slowly nodded his head.

Rong Yuheng, who was watching the battle inside the room, was unwilling to say, "Ah, isn't it? Isn't it? Don't you fight, are they all talking about it?"

After he finished speaking, he was a little anxious. He turned his head and grabbed 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 in the floor, only the upper body was dragged by the former and swayed slightly like a strong grass in the wind. He was expressionless, "Everyone said it was your dad..."

So the extra scenes can be cut off.

…

The two of them were pulling in a stalemate, and Rong Yuheng, who was facing the glass door, suddenly found a shadow cast on the floor in front of him.

He had a broken scene and slowly turned his head back.

I saw two tall men standing behind the wide and bright glass door. The outdoor sunlight was blocked by them, and the backlit front was condescending to reveal the overwhelming coercion...

Rong Yuheng swallowed his saliva: Gudong.

He was still pressing one hand on the phone, and the phone was tightly attached to the glass door, because it was too tight and it was difficult to pull it off easily for a while.

Rong Yuheng quickly released Rong Congyan and threw his hands on the glass door, digging and searching...

Two people outside, "..."

Rong Tianshen's face is majestic and indifferent, but a thin layer of sweat is faintly revealed behind him-this kind of stupid, will Wen Zezong temporarily regret it?

Thinking like this, he secretly glanced at Wen Zezong beside his side with the remaining light.

But I saw the latter's face writing "so cute", "so funny", "want to rub", "I don't deserve it"...

Rong Tianshen's pupils shrank slightly: What a heavy filter this is!

When Rong Yuheng pulled out the phone, the glass door was pushed back with a "crash—".

Rong Yuheng put the phone in his pocket pretending that nothing happened, raised his eyelids, and looked at the faces of Rong Tianshen and Wen Zezong.

"What did you guys talk about?"

Rong Tianshen strode past him with his hands behind his back, "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 battle of the century?

"You said, what did you guys talk about?" Rong Yuheng went to poked Wen Zezhen again.

Wen Zizhang grabbed his little hand and held it in his palm, changing the subject indulgingly, "You haven't said what you are recording there with your phone."

Rong Yuheng, who was seen through the dynamics, let out a little "grass" in his heart, and then he looked nonsense naturally, "It's not recorded, I'm just cleaning the glass."

Wen Zezhen, "Using a mobile phone?"

Rong Yuheng, "Is there static electricity... It **** the dust on the glass."

Wen Zezhen suddenly realized that he touched his little hand and praised, "You really have a heart."

Rong Yuheng hung his head, "It's okay, it's okay..."

Rong Congyan on the side was tired of this scene of self-deception and willingness to endure. He squeezed the corner of his eyes and turned to leave the harassment of this red world.

With Wen Zezheng's unilateral efforts, the "first seven meals" ate more harmoniously and warmly than Rong Yuheng imagined.

Rong Tianshen even asked abruptly, "No one on the table can't eat spicy food, right?"

Rong Congyan poked 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 know the tastes of the family. Isn't it just to care about Wen Zezong around the corners.

Pooh! The fairy Wen who will confuse people's hearts, he hasn't approved this marriage yet!

The caring Wen Zexang immediately showed a grateful expression,

"Eatable, the delicacies prepared by my uncle are superb. The delicate collocation of multiple flavors and the moderate spiciness embellishment can neutralize other taste feelings and bring the ultimate immersive experience to the taste buds."

Rong Yuheng, "..."

When his chopsticks drooped, he suddenly felt dull.

Rong Tianshen seemed to be very useful, even his back was firm, "Normally, my family usually eats like this."

Rong Congyan, who basically eats at home, almost choked rice in the intake pipe: You lie! !

Wen Zezheng once again presented the compliment, “Such exquisite meals reflect the quality of life and eating attitude of his uncle. This is a person with taste and vision. Having healthy and meticulous meals not only helps the body’s nutritional balance, but is also for the moment. The working brain provides nourishment to make every wise decision when dealing with corporate affairs."

Rong Congyan & Rong Yuheng: ... I want to retching.

The corners of Rong Tianshen's mouth curled up slightly, "Well, you can't tell, you can infer such a complicated fact from such small details."

Wen Zezong, "It's all the teaching from my uncle just now, and it has benefited the younger generation a lot."

When Rong Tianshen heard the words, his eyebrows and eyes suddenly looked bright, he raised his wine glass and gently touched Wen Zezhen.

Kang dang,

The clear and translucent wine circulated under the bright crystal lamp... The two looked at each other across the table and smiled, as if everything was silent.

After a meal.

Wen Zezheng ignored the aunt, who was still on standby, and went straight into the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Rong Tianshen hesitated for a while or made a contrived sentence, "I will investigate him."

Rong Yuheng held the phone with no expression on his face, "Oh."

As soon as the two of them left, he threw the video from the phone to the recycle bin.

I originally planned to study this section of the Rongjiabao decisive battle for a while, but now it doesn't seem to be necessary.

Based on the situational dialogue just now and the mouth shapes of the two in the video: it should also be a large-scale rainbow fart scene.

Rong Yuheng suffocated his head up and slumped on the sofa, and let out a mournful cry: I lost--!

Who would have thought that Wen Zexang actually knocked on the door of his house with rainbow farts!

...

This time the two came back in a hurry, but since it is rare to come back, they plan to stay at home for a few days.

It was late after dinner, and with Rong Tianshen's approval, Wen Zezheng settled down smoothly and squarely entered Rong Yuheng's bedroom.

Rong Congyan behind his back was so angry that his teeth rattled, his ferocious expression looked like a vicious female partner.

Wen Zezhen noticed that before entering the door, he cast a triumphant and apologetic glance at the former.

The air of white lotus instantly filled the whole aisle.

Rong Yuheng collected everything in his eyes, and could only shook his head and sighed helplessly.

Wen Zezheng, who was about to lift his tail to the sky, entered the door, and the latter consciously locked the door with his backhand. Rong Yuheng was immediately alert, "Why are you locking 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 dropped. He remembered Rong Congyan who suddenly broke in when he was touching his **** last time, and he had to sigh with emotion Wen Zecong's keen prophetic power.

"Then lock it up."

"Ok."

Rong Yuheng's room is a more comfortable style. The Rong family's house is very big, and his room is also big.

A bed is enough for two adult men to lie down side by side in a large font. The wallpaper is made of fine packaging and soundproof material. The floor was covered with fluffy carpets, and even the bay windows were cushioned.

It's like a hamster's den.

Wen Zezhen only glanced around and felt itchy in his heart.

The male has a natural possessive desire for his lover, especially a sense of domain. Now when he comes to Rong Yuheng's room, he only feels that his whole body is contaminated with the breath of his family.

Possession and being possessed are equally exciting.

Wen Zezheng turned through the closet while Rong Yuheng turned his back to him. As soon as he stretched out his long arms, he took the person into his arms and bit his ears gently, "Baby."

Rong Yuheng was caught off guard and took a sip, and almost couldn't hold the clothes in his hand with a muffled snort.

"Well...what are you doing, it's less than nine o'clock, you... don't mess around."

"Don't mess around." Wen Zezong arched his arms around the person, and said nonsense with his eyes open, "I will follow the formal procedures."

Rong Yuheng pinched his arm to try to get out of the suffocating macho lock, "I don't allow any program."

Wen Zizong's grievances came up.

He slowly dragged Rong Yuheng toward the bed, "I'm so tired today, cub, I didn't relax my nerves when I talked to my uncle."

"I think you are quite calm. The rainbow farts don't have heavy samples." When Rong Yuheng said here, he couldn't help but look around Wen Zezheng's face. "The dignified movie emperor will give Is someone blowing a rainbow fart?"

"I haven't blown it to you." Wen Zezhen lowered his head and took a bite on Rong Yuheng's mouth, and the tender lips immediately became full and ruddy.

"And I want your father's approval, don't you want to?"

"I want to..." Rong Yuheng said with a squint, "Do you think it's so shameless."

"No." Wen Zezong took advantage of the situation and pushed him onto the soft big bed.

He propped up his upper body to avoid pressing Rong Yuheng, then lowered his head and took the tip of his nose to gently touch Rong Yuheng's, "Uncle likes to listen to this, he likes to listen to me and say, even if it is not for the purpose of getting some recognition, it will make him happy Just click."

Rong Yuheng looked at Wen Zezheng's handsome face close at hand above, whose eyelashes were hanging down, but he couldn't hide the gentleness under his eyes.

"It's your father after all, and I will also be my father in the future."

...

Rong Yuheng's heart suddenly burst into tears.

Wen Zezhen always did this, thinking about everything, but didn't say anything. It's just that I silently fill in all the vacancies, and meticulously glue their lives with airtight love.

Rong Yuheng stretched out his hand to hook Wen Zezong's neck and slightly raised his head to meet him.

"Owner, have to bobobobo."

Between the gentle and intense stirring of his lips and tongue, there was an ambiguous sound of water, and his heart was hot.

…

When I got up the next day, Rong Yuheng's mind was full of words: I'm split.

Yesterday, Wen Zezheng was actually very gentle, probably because he was still at Rong Yuheng's house and did not make much noise, even his voice was suppressed.

But it was this kind of Wen Tun that was the most grueling. Rong Yuheng cried out directly in the end. Wen Zezong still babbled behind his back, "Slow work makes meticulous work"...

If it were not for fear of a more violent backlash, Rong Yuheng would like to complain now that "this is not detailed at all"!

"You sleep a little longer, and I will go down and give you all breakfast."

Wen Zezhen knelt on the bedside while tying his buttons and kissed the baby under the blanket.

Rong Yuheng stretched out his leg and kicked him with all his strength, "I have an aunt in my family, and I don't need your courtesy."

Wen Zizhang, "Auntie didn't know that you were tired last night and couldn't take care of your diet. I'll make it for you."

Rong Yuheng is a bit speechless, he is not pregnant again! As for a separate meal?

"Why don't you tell me to do it for me and my baby?"

Wen Zezhen's eyes lit up, "You have a baby!?"

"..."

Before Rong Yuheng had time to take a pillow and smash the dizzy Wen Zezheng, the two heard a muffled sound outside the door.

Wen Zexuan, "Quagua fell to the ground?"

Rong Yuheng is completely in no mood to talk to Wen Zetong now, a hint of ominous premonition emerges in his heart.

He resisted the soreness and got up, walked to the door step by step, unlocked, pressed the handle, and pulled the door——

Click, the door opened.

Outside the corridor, Rong Congyan’s distorted face was so painful that he could not hide the landslides and shock. He was clutching the big bag on his forehead, and his little fingers that were raised by the pain were still trembling slightly.

"You... When did you get pregnant!?"

"..."

The author has something to say: Rong Yuheng: You are so sick!

Rong Congyan: So are you.

Wen Zezhen: Blow rainbow farts to uncle~

Rong Tianshen: It's hard not to approve such a spirited guy.