He did this just to repair the good relationship between the two brothers in the next life.

I just hope that his brother will live a long and healthy life in the next life.

Rong Qiu sighed in his heart, he understood Rong Qin's emotional excitement at the moment.

Because even he was in a very uneasy mood at the moment.

But he still rejected Rong Qin's wish to bet on a mansion for him: "Brother Rong Qin keeps the money for his own big business, and I am not short of money here."

Rong Qin felt a little uncomfortable when he was rejected, but when he looked at Rong Qiu who said "no shortage of money", he was very proud.

How can there be such a good brother.

Smart and good-looking, so good that most people ignore his second sex.

He also knew that Rong Qiu was indeed not short of money. The contract signed between Rong Qiu and the military region had given him a glimpse. The 13th military region really wanted to keep Rong Qiu, and the split made by him surprised businessmen with countless assets under him. .

It is true that Rong Qiu said that he is not short of money.

And Rong Qiu will only get richer and richer.

But such a perfect Rong Qiu has indeed experienced countless trials and tribulations.

Remembering how difficult it was for Rong Qiu to come this way, Rong Qin's eyes were red for the third time. He was really a scumbag. If he had recognized Rong Qiu as his younger brother when he first saw Rong Qiu, then Rong Qiu was If it wasn't that he wouldn't be hurt so deeply by Qin Muye, at least Rong Qiu could get out in time before that night at the bar.

The ecstasy of recognition gradually turned into the ultimate guilt.

As soon as Rong Qiu read the paternity test report, he saw that Rong Qin had red eyes again.

Rong Qiu calmly took the wet towel next to him, folded it in two skillfully, and then gently wiped Rong Qin's eyes with the softest part of the towel. Even though the tears were soaked up by the towel, Rong Qin's eyes were still extremely wet and red, and the curled eyelashes that were the same as Rong Qiu's were wet and curved, showing a faint hint of tiredness.

Rong Qiushun looked at the clock next to him.

It was long past the point where Rong Qin should normally sleep.

But Rong Qin tried his best to keep his eyes wide open, those eyes staring straight at Rong Qiu, even if Rong Qiu got up to wash the bathroom and pour water, he was still looking at the door.

Rong Qiu looked a little stiff by Rong Qin.

Although he recognized his brother, Rong Qiu couldn't accept his brother's identity so quickly.

Rong Qin was too enthusiastic.

He couldn't resist.

Under Rong Qin's sight, Rong Qiu felt a little stiff in everything he did. Finally, he put his hand in the pocket of his windbreaker and suddenly touched a warm peel.

He clumsily took out the apple from inside the trench coat.

It is very small, less than half the size of a palm, and even the surface is slightly wrinkled due to long-term drying.

He put the apple clumsily on Rong Qin's pillow.

But seeing that the apple was not smooth and bright red under the light, felt a little regretful and wanted to reach out and take the apple back.

The hand that reached out was empty.

Rong Qin's hand had already held the apple and put it under the quilt, and even looked at Rong Qiu's eyes with a strange sparkle.

Rong Qiu's outstretched hand curled up, and he looked away embarrassedly: "Brother, happy Christmas Eve."

The power of a "Brother, Happy Christmas Eve" is extremely powerful.

So that Rong Qiu opened his eyes the next day, and the VIP ward was actually full of fresh apples, big, red and moist, each of which was a standard apple prop in a fairy tale.

Rong Qiu opened his eyes, thinking he was still dreaming, so he closed his eyes again.

But when opened eyes again, it was still the same.

Even Rong Qin was standing beside his bed, so close that Rong Qiu thought he had moved his bed beside Rong Qin's bed when he was sleepwalking.

But not.

Rong Qiu sat up to look, but found that Rong Qin was already sitting in a wheelchair. Rong Qin had a plaster cast on his hand and exerted a slight force on his back, keeping a distance of a few centimeters from the backrest of the wheelchair.

Rong Qiu was surprised.

"Brother Rong Qin, can you get out of bed?"

"The doctor said in the morning that I can use a wheelchair, so I asked Zhao Nanchen to get a wheelchair."

Rong Qin doesn't stab anyone, he has a good face, he speaks softly, and does not contain a gun or thorn at all, and his eyes are even more clear and bright. blue.

Rong Qiu gave a low "uh" before he caught a detail that Rong Qin didn't care about: "The doctor has already come!?"

It was obvious that he would wake up immediately when he encountered a little stimulation, but now he opened his eyes after a series of events such as the doctor changing the medicine for Rong Qin and getting into a wheelchair.

Rong Qin looked at the bottom of Rong Qiu's eyes distressedly: "Last night was noisy, so Qiu Qiu may have slept a little deeper today."

Rong Qiu nodded, and he turned to see the hypnotic aromatherapy beside the bed.

"Qiuqiu is looking at this, this was brought by Zhao Nanchen last night."

Yesterday, Zhao Nanchen was very sensible. After the two brothers calmed down, they pushed open the door and came in. There was no usual consolation at all. After putting down the aromatherapy, he only congratulated the two of them earnestly, and asked if Xiao Qiuge could be allowed to Recognize him as a brother too.

Rong Qin pretended to be angry and asked him why he only wanted Rong Qiu to be his brother.

Silly Baitian Zhao Nanchen didn't shut the door, and directly said that Rong Qin was more fierce than his brother, and he didn't want to be scolded by Rong Qin every day in the future. Although now I am being scolded by Rong Qin every day...

Rong Qiu heard the words and smiled.

He looked at the aromatherapy. In fact, he never believed it. Dream catchers and hypnotic aromatherapy may not be as direct and effective as a sleeping pill. Anything that is dangerous to the nerves, he can't avoid it.

Except for cigarettes.

But Rong Qiu had not smoked for a long time.

It seemed that after restoring his memory, there would be no cigarettes around him.

Rong Qiu got up from the bed, the pajamas on his body were wrinkled, and his hair was extra messy, frizzy like a little lion, but he was extraordinarily lifelike.