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The hot search was dropped the next morning, and Zheng Ronglin chose to remain silent and did not respond, so the matter did not ferment.

Although the boy's slender fingers were pretty, they were not clearly recognizable, and he couldn't recognize who they were at all.

The media paid attention to Zheng Ronglin's relationship status, but not much attention was paid to his family situation. Although many people knew that Zheng Ronglin's nephew entered the entertainment circle through his relationship, they didn't know that this little nephew had become Zheng Ronglin's wife.

The entertainment circle is changing too fast. Recently, a group of boys from the talent show are in the limelight. Every day, fan and black battles dominate Weibo's trending searches. Within two days, no one pays attention to the lace news of the boss of the entertainment company.

Zhezhe breathed a sigh of relief.

Zheng Ronglin is busy with work and is hardly at home during the day, but he will go home no matter how late at night, he is afraid that Zhezhe will not be able to sleep by himself.

Zhezhe goes to a top film school in China and will graduate in another year.There is nothing to do at school recently, and he is too lazy to go back. There is no filming, so he stays at home all day, reading books, and occasionally singing.

When Zheng Ronglin came back, Zhe Zhe was sitting on the sofa humming a folk song.

"The water under the bridge is glistening, like a girl's eyes with affection~" The melody is quiet and melodious, and Zhe Zhe's voice is ethereal and clear, echoing in the quiet living room, making people itch. Zheng Ronglin feels that he looks like the girl Zhe Zhe is thinking of at this moment.

"The composer has been contacted. He wrote songs for Qin Heng before. Zhao Yan said that he will send you the demo after a while." Zheng Ronglin took off his suit and put it on the back of the sofa chair, talking while pulling his tie.

Only then did Zhe Zhe realize that Zheng Ronglin had returned. He stopped singing and turned to look at him. He asked curiously and excitedly, "Who wrote the song for Qin Heng? Is it Song Siyan?"

Although Qin Heng is not the king of Chinese music today, he is definitely at the top of the list in terms of singing skills, and because he is young and talented, he is regarded as the youngest successor to the king.Song Siyan, a well-known composer, wrote several songs for him in the past two years, and now they have become popular hits. They must have quality and popularity.Among them, Song Siyan's talent is indispensable, but of course Qin Heng's excellent performance is also indispensable.When they were mentioned later, most of them were called the golden partners.

So when mentioning Qin Heng, Zhe Zhe thought of Song Siyan.

Zheng Ronglin pulled out his tie and put it aside, unbuttoned a few buttons on the collar of his shirt, and sat beside Zhe Zhe with his long legs spread out. unhappy?"

Zhe Zhe is naturally happy, his eyes are bright when he is happy, Zheng Ronglin doesn't want his answer, he just needs to see him happy.

"Song Siyan really wrote songs for me? He is so powerful." Zhe Zhe did not respond to Zheng Ronglin's words, he seemed to be immersed in his own world, "But I think the songs he wrote for Qin Heng before were all lyrical and gentle , and some are depressed, Qin Heng's voice can tell stories, but mine can't, my voice is too thin."

Zhe Zhe tilted his head to analyze seriously, Zheng Ronglin tilted his head to look at him.Zhe Zhe's hair is thin and soft, because he hasn't been filming recently, he hasn't done his hairstyle, and he doesn't bother to take care of it. His chestnut bangs slightly cover his eyes, and the ends of his hair rub against the small black mole at the end of his eyes, looming Yes, even the blink of an eye is a style.

"Don't worry about it." Zheng Ronglin smiled at Zhe Zhe, and said with a smile, "Song Siyan's strength lies in the fact that he knows better than you what kind of songs you are suitable for. I asked Zhao Yan to record a few of your previous songs I sent the song to him, and he will naturally understand after listening to it.”

Zhezhe had never released a song before, so the songs he recorded himself were recorded on the mobile phone software for fun, and he was not professional at all, nor could he sing well. I don’t know how Song Siyan would react when he heard it.

Zheng Ronglin hasn't changed his clothes yet, he seems to be very tired, leaning on the sofa at this moment, raising his head and rubbing his forehead, the sleeves of his white shirt are rolled up, the muscles on his exposed forearm are still tense, not relaxing at all.

Zhe Zhe whispered "Thank you" to Zheng Ronglin, and then asked cautiously and somewhat reluctantly, "Do you want me to squeeze your shoulders for you?"

Zheng Ronglin paused for a moment, it was rare to hear such flattering words from Zhezhe's mouth, but he also understood that this was nothing more than a small thing to reciprocate with him, and it was not a concern from the heart, but it was enough for Zheng Ronglin .

He turned sideways suddenly, hugged Zhe Zhe who was carefully approaching him into his arms, and then sniffed hard on the side of the man's neck with his nose. What he smelled was the familiar fragrance of shower gel. Zheng Ronglin felt a rare comfort in his heart. Shuang, afraid that the person in his arms would struggle, said in a calm voice, "Hey, let me hug you for a while."

Zheng Ronglin was taken aback by Zhe Zhe. He instinctively wanted to move, but his waist was tightly bound by Zheng Ronglin's powerful arms and he couldn't move.

Zheng Ronglin's chin rested on Zhezhe's shoulder socket, and when he looked up, he saw Zhezhe's calf bent, awkwardly half-kneeling on the sofa. His slender calf had well-proportioned muscles, the Achilles tendon at the junction of his legs and feet was obvious, and his ankle was slender. Zheng Ronglin still remembered that he held his hand yesterday. Putting the other person's ankles on his shoulders, the little thing was both happy and scared, shouting "Get out" on the mouth, still biting tightly inside, the upper body kept bouncing on the bed, like a slippery little girl on the verge of death fish.

Zhe Zhe naturally didn't know that Zheng Ronglin was thinking about those yellow wastes again at this moment, he was strangled uncomfortable, and began to be dishonest again.Zheng Ronglin had no choice but to let go. Seeing Zhezhe lower his head to straighten his crumpled cotton blouse, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "By the way, where is the pink suit that I made for you earlier?"

Zhe Zhe didn't know why Zheng Ronglin asked this suddenly, he stopped his hands and thought for a while, and then said, "It's in my closet, what's wrong?"

The suit is light pink, Zheng Ronglin asked a well-known brand designer to tailor it for Zhe Zhe, and it fits him everywhere. He is tall and thin, with flat shoulders, thin hips and narrow legs. He wears suits to show off his figure the most. In addition, he is white, so the pink color is not obtrusive on his body, and it reflects like peach blossoms on his face, adding a touch of extravagance.

However, good-looking clothes are good-looking, but Zhezhe didn’t have a chance to wear them. He only wore them once when they were delivered. He still had to shoot a small commercial, and the partner asked to bring his own clothes.Since then, Zhe Zhe has never worn this pink suit again. If Zheng Ronglin hadn't mentioned it suddenly, he would have almost forgotten that there is such a dress.

Zheng Ronglin bought him too many clothes.

"It's my aunt's birthday next week, you can wear that, it looks good."

Zheng Ronglin's eldest aunt, Zhe Zhe used to be called grandma along with Lin Yeming during the years when he lived with Zheng Rongwei, but now that he is married to Zheng Ronglin, this name is even more embarrassing.In fact, when the adoption was terminated two years ago, he seldom yelled like that, and now he probably wants to call auntie along with Zheng Ronglin.

It was absurd.

Seeing Zhezhe stunned, Zheng Ronglin waved his big hand in front of him and asked him, "What are you thinking?"

Zhe Zhe recovered from his thoughts, looked at Zheng Ronglin and said, "I was thinking, the matter of our marriage, I still feel like a dream, so unreal." He frowned unconsciously as he spoke.

Zheng Ronglin leaned forward and pressed against the person's face, Zhezhe wanted to hide but he pinched his chin and turned back, "Where is it unreal? When I am big and hard in your body, still can't feel my reality?"

Sure enough, if you talk to him a few more words, he will be unserious. Zhezhe didn't say fuck off this time, but just gritted his teeth and stared at Zheng Ronglin's seemingly dignified face in front of him. He thought of when he was playing tricks on him on the bed Vile, I don't know whether it's shame or anger, and my face is as red as a ripe peach.

Zhezhe finally changed into the pink suit. When he stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror, he also felt that the color of the suit looked very energetic, the pink was light, and it was not very eye-catching.

Zheng Ronglin was wearing a light gray plaid suit with a matching suit vest and royal blue tie.

There are two large fitting mirrors in the bedroom, and Zheng Ronglin wants to get close to Zhe Zhe to take a picture with him. The two people in the mirror are all in suits at the moment, half a head behind. One is handsome and tall, the other is young and slender.

Ru's mother was making breakfast downstairs, and no one came down when everything was on the table, so she hurried upstairs to call.But before knocking on the door, the door opened from the inside. Zhezhe saw Ru's mother, smiled and said to her, "Ru's mother, we are not at home for breakfast. Wonton, I want to eat that."

Zhe Zhe seldom smiled so happily at home, and Ru's mother saw him smiling, but she couldn't help but persuade, "Eating small wontons in red oil in the morning, ma'am, can your stomach take it?"

Ru's mother is not like an ordinary servant. She has worked in the Zheng family for so many years. She treats Zheng Ronglin and Zhe Zhe as both her boss and her own children. She takes care of her wholeheartedly and has no selfishness. Servant, whoever talks to her is polite.

Zhe Zhe didn't have a good appetite, and Ru's mother was worried that he would spoil his stomach, so she asked with concern while looking at Zheng Ronglin behind him.

"Let him alone, it doesn't matter how many mouthfuls he eats." Zheng Ronglin said this to Ru's mother, but he glanced sideways at Zhezhe.As soon as Lin Yeming called, this little thing couldn't hide his excitement. It was just a bowl of red oil wontons. I thought that when Zhezhe was sick and washed his hands to make soup for him, that little white-eyed wolf was so ignorant. It was unpalatable to be fed.

How could he, Zheng Ronglin, be better than Lin Ye?