The rich and powerful fake young master is a true group favorite

When they got home, Zhou's parents hadn't rested yet.

Seeing Zhou Zhuojing enter the door, Wen Qing immediately went up to meet him, and stretched out his hand to take off his schoolbag.

"Xiao Jing, are you tired today?"

"It's okay." Zhou Zhuojing responded, looked up at Zhou Kunhui who was sitting in the living room, and called "Dad" in a low voice.

Different from the indifference of the past, Zhou Kunhui rarely responded and nodded at him.

Zhou Zhuojing was flattered, followed Wen Qing into the restaurant, and couldn't help asking her: "Mom, is Dad in a good mood today?"

Wen Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he touched his stupid son's head, and explained: "Your father has a cold face and a warm heart, and he has been talking about you to me a lot in the past few years abroad."

"Needing about me?" Zhou Zhuojing secretly glanced at Father Zhou in the living room, not quite convinced, "Mom, don't comfort me."

Wen Qing sighed helplessly. It seems that her husband's cold face for many years has left a deep shadow on the child.

"By the way, Mom." Seeing that she was silent, Zhou Zhuojing opened his mouth cautiously, "I want to invite a classmate to our house as a guest tomorrow night, is that okay?"

"Classmate?" Wen Qing looked at him with concern, "Is Xiaojing's good friend?"

When Zhou Zhuojing heard the question, his cheeks became hot uncontrollably.

"Well, good brother."

"Just a good brother?" Seeing his son's face flushed, Wen Qing couldn't help becoming interested, "Could it be..."

Same-sex marriage is now commonplace, and her youngest son has been obedient and soft since she was a child. It is not surprising that she likes a male classmate.

"No, Mom." Zhou Zhuojing immediately interrupted her, waving his hands in a panic, "He's a good classmate, a good brother."

"Okay." Seeing his nervous appearance, Wen Qing was reluctant to tease him, "Mom will prepare an extra supper for you tomorrow."

Zhou Zhuojing nodded, thinking that it might be too late for Xu Zesheng to go back, why not tidy up the room in advance and let him stay overnight.

"It can't be Qi Yan, can it?" Wen Qing suddenly thought of the son of the Qi family, who has been following Xiao Jing since he was a child, and I heard that they were assigned to the same class in high school, "He used to love to play with you. "

"It's not Qi Yan." Zhou Zhuojing paused and introduced seriously, "His name is Xu Zesheng. He is tall, good-looking, gentle, and has good grades. Back then, he was the number one student in our city in the senior high school entrance examination, and every time he took the exam, he was the top student in the city. First in grade."

"So excellent." Wen Qing echoed and sighed, "Does Xiao Jing like him very much?"

Zhou Zhuojing was stunned for a while, then pressed his head slightly.

"Got it." Wen Qing smiled a little bigger, "Mom will definitely treat Xiao Jing's friends well."

After eating the supper prepared by Wen Qing, Zhou Zhuojing went upstairs with his schoolbag on his back. When passing by the living room, he and Zhou Kunhui looked at each other, and unexpectedly saw the smile in each other's eyes.

In the end what happened?

The father who always disliked him actually smiled at him.

After a while, just as Wen Qing walked back to the living room, Zhou Kunhui sat up straight and looked at her inquiringly.

"Want to know what we talked about?" Wen Qing quickly guessed what her husband was thinking.

Zhou Kunhui coughed twice, but did not reply.

"Your youngest son..." Wen Qing pondered for a moment, fearing that the world would not be chaotic and said, "It seems that he fell in love early."

Zhou Kunhui's eyes widened suddenly, he stood up and wanted to go upstairs to talk to Zhou Zhuojing.

"Okay, okay, I really believe it." Wen Qing hurriedly stopped him, "Xiaojing wants to invite his friends to visit at home, please be nice to me, don't scare Xiaojing's friends."

"I have a bad attitude?" Zhou Kunhui raised his eyebrows, thinking that he laughed twice tonight.

Wen Qing rolled his eyes, didn't bother to talk to him anymore, and went back to the room on his own.

Zhou Kunhui followed her a few steps, thought for a moment, and still asked worriedly: "Is there really no puppy love?"

That night, Zhou Zhuojing had another dream.

In the dream, he seemed to be back when he was a child, but he was surrounded by strange faces, doctors in white coats, old ladies talking, and a... shrunken version of Xu Zesheng.

He was like a third person in a dream, seeing himself in a hospital gown and talking happily with Xu Zesheng, but he couldn't hear the content of the words at all.

what happened?

If it happened to him when he was a child, why would he have no memory at all.

The dream ended with the sound of the alarm.

Zhou Zhuojing sat up abruptly, touched the back of his neck, covered in cold sweat.

This dream came too strange.

He scratched his head and planned to ask Xu Zesheng again when he got to school.

However, Xu Zesheng, who always arrives at school early, has not been seen for a long time today.

Seeing that there are still 2 minutes before class starts.

Zhou Zhuojing secretly took out his mobile phone, wanting to make a call to Xu Zesheng.

Just then, a strange phone call came.Before he had time to think about it, he subconsciously clicked on it.

Opposite was a young lady, she spoke anxiously, and asked, "Are you Xu Zesheng's family?"

"Ah?" Zhou Zhuojing was stunned, "You are?"

"We are the Municipal People's Hospital here. Someone found him passed out at the door this morning, and he was sent to the hospital. He is still not awake." The lady finished speaking quickly, and then asked, "Are you the patient's family member? Let's look in his mobile phone contact book. Only your phone."

"I am." Zhou Zhuojing replied, "Which ward is he in? I'll go there now."

"On the third floor of Building No. [-], you go to the front desk and ask the nurse directly."

"it is good."

He hung up the phone and called the driver again.

"Uncle Wang, come here now, I have something to go to the hospital."

When the morning reading bell rang, Zhou Zhuojing stood up abruptly, ignoring the teacher who had just entered the door, and rushed out of the classroom.

"Xiao Jing, where are you going!" Qi Yan wanted to leave with him, but was stopped by the teacher who had reacted.

"Qi Yan, sit back." The teacher glared at him, "Self-study has started early, study hard for me."

Qi Yan had no choice but to sit back and worry.

The People's Hospital is not far from the school, about ten minutes' drive away.

"Young master, what are you doing here?" The driver couldn't figure out Zhou Zhuojing's intention, so he secretly notified Zhou Zhuoting when he came.

"I'm here to see someone." Zhou Zhuojing sniffled, trying to keep his face sullen, trying to stabilize his thoughts.

"I'll wait for you in the parking lot." The driver parked the car in front of the hospital building, "Remember to call me when you come out."

Zhou Zhuojing hurriedly agreed, and quickly walked into the hospital.

Following the guidance of the nurse at the front desk, he quickly found Xu Zesheng's ward.

The ward is a big shop.

At this time, the patient in the next bed was talking and laughing while eating breakfast, but Xu Zesheng was lying alone in the corner motionless.

"Has he had any grudges with others before?"

"There were multiple external injuries on the body, and the back of the head was also injured by a sharp object."

"I haven't woken up yet, so I'm not sure if there is any damage to the brain."

The nurse's words echoed in his head.

Zhou Zhuojing's nose was sore, and she reached out her hand to touch the bandage wrapped around the opponent's head, but when it came to the forehead, she withdrew her hand embarrassingly.

"Didn't you agree to come to my house as a guest?" His eyes turned red, he squatted down, and hung his head on the side of the bed in aggrieved way, "Why don't you mean nothing when you talk."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hand beside the hospital bed moved.

The familiar voice reached his ears, weak but firm.

"That's right."