Rebirth of Rong Shao

At that moment, Su Zhen's hand froze, and Rong Fei, who had lost support, fell forward, hit his head on Su Zhen's shoulder, and then slid down without losing his strength. Su Zhen suddenly hugged him.

"Rong Fei..."

"Yeah." Rong Fei's head rubbed in his arms, and it felt good for someone to call himself Rong Fei. Not to mention that the voice is soft and familiar, just like Su Zhen...

Su Zhen slowly stretched out his hand, dragged the back of his head, gently inserted his fingers into his hair and kneaded it, muttering his name again, "Rong Fei..."

"Yeah." Rong Fei replied.

"Rong Fei..." Su Zhen called Rong Fei's name over and over again as if to determine something.

And Rong Fei took the trouble to respond over and over again, until Su Zhen's arms kept tightening, and Rong Fei was almost about to be squeezed into his chest.

Then, with a sound of "evil", Rong Fei vomited Su Zhen full of emotions.

At this time, Wei Zixing rushed over, "Oh my God! King Su! I'm really sorry! His new play didn't go well so he drank two more glasses! I'm sorry!"

Su Zhen didn't push Rong Fei to the ground, she still supported Rong Fei with her hands, and there was no sullen expression on her face.

"He is drunk, you just take him out like this, I'm afraid the paparazzi who is guarding outside will write silly." Su Zhen looked at Wei Zixing, "Can you find me a clean dress? I'm here. Watch him here."

"You... Rong Shao..."

Everyone in the circle knows that Su Zhen can't be used to having less tolerance.

"I'll call someone to bring you clothes." Wei Zixing reached out to pick up Rong Fei.

"Weizixing, Rong Fei is no longer annoying, and he is also Uncle Rong's son. Can I still kill him?" Su Zhen raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice. In an instant, Wei Zixing felt that his nerves seemed to be walking along the tip of a knife, which might burst at any time. Su Zhen's aura was strong, and Wei Zixing could only take a breath and left the bathroom.

Su Zhen still maintained the posture of supporting Rong Fei, with Rong Fei's murmur in her ears, and the buttoned collar was a little tight, Rong Fei reached out to pull on the buttons there.

"Don't tugging!" Su Zhen held his finger and slowly unbuttoned him, and then heard Rong Fei take a deep breath, smashing his mouth like a child.

Su Zhen lowered her head, and the tip of her nose touched Rong Fei's hair, and the smile on her lips curled up slightly.

"I never believed in borrowing a corpse to return to life, Rong Fei. I don't care what you use to live...but since you say you are Rong Fei," Su Zhen raised his eyes to look at himself in the mirror, "...then don't just disappear again."

That was Su Zhen, whom Rong Fei had never seen before. His eyes were hard and cold, as if to shatter the mirror in front of him, but the movements that supported Rong Fei were incredibly gentle.

Two or three minutes later, Wei Zixing walked in with a shirt, but the shirt belonging to Rong Fei he picked up from the nanny car, when he opened the bathroom door, he realized that Su Zhen was standing against the wall. , The arm went around Rong Fei's shoulder and dragged his head.

It was not just a casual gesture, there was no indifference from the past in the carelessness.

"Clothes..." Wei Zi handed the shirt over and took the dizzy Rong Fei from Su Zhen's arms by the way.

"Did you drink mixed wine for him?" Su Zhen took off his coat neatly, threw it into the trash can indifferently, shrugged his shoulders and put on the shirt. The posture resembled a TV commercial, neat and stylish, but not at all artificial.

Wei Zixing has a lot of celebrities, but a fan like Su Zhen is afraid of being unique.

"I don't know how he got drunk so easily today. The Third Young Master of the Long Family said that Rong Shao could stand tall after drinking ten glasses of mixed wine, and I didn't expect him to be in such a bad state today." Wei Zixing He chuckled, and then got a headache again. He allowed Rong Fei to drink, but it did not mean that he allowed Rong Fei to be drunk. It was just that he overestimated Rong Fei’s drinking capacity. Under this situation, he was holding the drunk Rong Fei away from Golden Rose, and was photographed by a paparazzi with ulterior motives. I don't know how to write it again.

"He doesn't look happy." Su Zhen straightened up his collar in front of the mirror, and his sleeves were slightly shorter, but the good figure still looked jealous.

"Recently, Rong Shao's taste has changed. I no longer like leather or heavy metal style clothes. Clothes are more ordinary and casual." Wei Zixing smiled apologetically. "His new play has encountered a bottleneck, so he is in a bad mood. , Please forgive me."

Turning around, Su Zhen evoked a smile. His smile has always been charming, and he naturally took away the sight of others, even as a man, Wei Zixing is no exception, "You don’t want to wear it like this. Let him go out."

"Although Rong Shao was drunk, at least I was the one who drove the car. The news of drunk driving should not appear." It was his dereliction of duty to let Rong Fei get drunk instead of watching Rong Fei.

"I'll send him back." Su Zhen said lightly, which was breaking news for Wei Zixing.

"What?" Rong Fei almost slipped off his shoulders. Before Wei Zixing reached out, Su Zhen grabbed him.

"I said I'll take him away. Even if the reporter gets the photo, he won't write news like Rong Dashao's reappearance."

Su Zhen’s reputation in the entertainment industry is naturally nothing to say, but... with his contempt for Rong Shao, how could it be... willing to send him back?

"He drinks like this and goes back to Rong's house. His father will be dizzy." Su Zhen knows Rong Jingshen very well. "Which hotel should I go to tonight?"

"Hotel?" It's definitely not a wise choice to go back to Rong's house. If you just go to the hotel...the paparazzi has room to play again. Wei Zi, who had always dealt with things neatly, became hesitant in front of Su Zhen.

"I will accompany him." Su Zhen had already helped Rong Fei towards the door. "I promised Uncle Rong will take care of him. What are you worried about?"

Su Zhen's reason is very full. Everyone knows that Su Zhen may hate Rong Fei, but he always has three points of respect for Rong's strictness.

"Then, I will entrust Rong Shao to you."

Su Zhen nodded slightly, which made people feel trust in him involuntarily.

Wei Zixing deliberately took Long Zhanyun into Rong Fei's nanny car. The car followed up less than ten meters away from the gate of Golden Rose. Wei Zixing didn't think it was funny. It was really hard for these paparazzi.

Rong Fei was put in the car of the director who was talking with Su Zhen. After the two cars arrived at the Jinzun Hotel, Su Zhen drove Rong Fei into the hotel room.

Shen Yan was very dissatisfied, "I really don't understand, don't you always hate Rong Dashao? Why do you have to work hard to maintain his reputation?"

Su Zhen's face still has a calm expression, "You go back first, I will take care of him tonight."

"Take care of him—" Shen Yan's eyes were about to fall out.

"Yes, I'll come." Su Zhen walked into the bathroom to release the water, "I have some questions to ask him alone."

"You have always said one thing, and I don't have a chance to know the answer for things you don't want to tell me." Shen Yan looked at Su Zhen for a while and walked towards the door.

With the sound of the door closing, only Rong Fei and Su Zhen were left in this room.

Rong Fei's brows frowned, as if he wanted to vomit but couldn't.

Su Zhen silently walked to his side, pressing the folds between his eyebrows with her fingers: "If you don't know how to drink, you need to drink so much..."

"Who said... I don't know how to drink..." Rong Fei murmured.

"Oh, what wine would you drink?"

"I... can drink a case of beer... a catty of liquor..."

Rong Fei curled up as he spoke, his eyes full of mist, as if something was overflowing, and he immediately slumped on the side of the bed due to uncomfortable feelings.

Su Zhen stretched out his hand to hold his forehead and stroked his back with the palm of his hand, but there was a deep smile on his lips, "Beer and liquor..."

Not the fashionable concoctions in those bars.

"Who do you drink with every time?" Su Zhen's voice stretched out, showing great patience.

"Master... and brother..." Rong Fei murmured, swallowing his saliva. He sweated a lot just now, and now he should feel dry.

Su Zhen poured a glass of water, sat on the edge of the bed with one leg, and raised Rong Fei to put the water glass on his lips, "Drink some."

The warm water flowed through Rong Fei’s throat. He felt a lot more comfortable, and his distant thinking gradually returned to his place. When his vision became clear, his heartbeat jumped with Su Zhen’s profound profile. .

"Su...Su Zhen..." Rong Fei propped up his body and leaned back, feeling dizzy again, "Why are you here! I...I'm not dreaming, right?"

Su Zhen turned his face and suddenly laughed, Rong Fei hadn't seen such an expression for a long time.

"Yes, you are dreaming now." Su Zhen put down the water glass, and flicked his finger on Rong Fei's forehead. "If I used to, how could I think Rong Daxiao was so dumb and cute?"

"I just said I was dreaming..." Rong Fei lowered his head, "I'm now Young Master Rong...How could you still treat me nicely?"

Su Zhen stretched out her palm, swiped her thumb over the broken hair in Rong Fei's ear, and put his head into her arms, "Not only you are dreaming, I also feel dreaming. Maybe I'm drunk...wait for me. When you wake up, you will change back to the old man who was angry with God, and Rong Fei...just the body that was lying on the bed and couldn't even breathe."

"I don't want people and gods to be angry... I want to be a response to Rong Fei..." Rong Fei shook his head vigorously, shaking himself even more faint.

Su Zhen closed his eyes, the smile on his lips became bigger, and it appeared softer under the light yellow light. He patted Rong Fei's back, rubbed his forehead against Rong Fei's ears, "Fool, do you feel yourself Who it is, you are who it is."

Rong Fei, who had been clamoring about not wanting to be a young master Rong Fei, fell silent. Su Zhen unbuttoned his coat, a pair of which had just faded to the position of his shoulders, Rong Fei suddenly grabbed Su Zhen’s wrist and said, "Take me off. What are the clothes..."