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

After Xu Zesheng woke up, he was pushed by the nurse for a detailed examination.Zhou Zhuojing couldn't help, so he simply sneaked out to buy some breakfast.

When he came back, Xu Zesheng was half-sitting by the bed, and there were no doctors or nurses around.

"How was the examination?" Zhou Zhuojing trotted up to him, "Do you want to be hospitalized?"

"No, it's just a skin injury." Xu Zesheng pulled him to sit beside him, "I can be discharged from the hospital in the afternoon."

"You..." Zhou Zhuojing pursed his lips in embarrassment, "Why are you suddenly injured?"

"I fell it myself." Xu Zesheng's tone was very calm.

"You lied to me!" Zhou Zhuojing's eyes widened for a moment, "Why did you fall on your head in such a good way, and you still have so many injuries on your body, is it that group of people from before, they came looking for you again?"

"No." Seeing that his eyes were red with anxiety, Xu Zesheng stretched out his hand to squeeze his palm, and comforted him, "Don't think too much about it."

How can you not think too much?

Zhou Zhuojing glared at him bitterly, turned his head away, and didn't like to talk to him.

"Are you angry?" Xu Zesheng tilted his head and looked closely at him, "You don't want to talk to me?"

"You!" Zhou Zhuojing pushed him unnaturally, "You don't even know how worried I was when I received the call!" He ran out in a hurry before he even had time to ask for leave.

The more Zhou Zhuojing thought about it, the more aggrieved she became, she was so nervous that she almost shed tears, but the other party seemed like a normal person, and even wanted to lie to him.

It's really bad!

Xu Zesheng leaned forward in front of him and heaved a long sigh helplessly.

"Don't be angry." He stretched out his hand to rub the little curly hair, "I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would worry."

"If you don't tell me, can I not worry?"

"Okay, I won't be more angry if I say it." Xu Zesheng paused, "My dad beat me."

"Your father?" Zhou Zhuojing didn't expect this answer, "How could he beat you like this?"

A tiger's poison does not eat its offspring, how could a father beat his child to death?

"He's drunk." Xu Zesheng was very calm, "When I came back in the early morning, I was dragged out of bed by him."

When he was unprepared, he was punched several times by the drunk.

"Xu Zesheng, don't go back." Zhou Zhuojing held his hand instead, "Listen to me, your real identity is actually..."

Halfway through his speech, he heard the door of the ward being pushed open, and a familiar voice came from not far away.

"Xiao Jing, what are you doing here when you're not in class?"

Zhou Zhuoting came in with big strides, saw the intimate posture of the two, frowned, and decisively pulled his younger brother to stand up.

"Brother?" Zhou Zhuojing staggered a few steps before standing still after being dragged by his elder brother, "How do you know I'm here?"

"My brother played truant and came to the hospital. How can the eldest brother not know?" Zhou Zhuoting lowered his eyes and turned to the person beside the hospital bed. "Are you Xu Zesheng?"

He came in a menacing manner, and he spoke with a bit of deterrence, which made people feel a little breathless.

Xu Zesheng stood up neither humble nor overbearing, scrutinizing Zhuo Ting last week.

"Hello, Xu Zesheng."

"Zhou Zhuoting." After Zhou Zhuoting finished speaking, he glanced at the dazed Zhou Zhuojing, turned sideways, and whispered in Xu Zesheng's ear, "Please stay away from Xiaojing from now on."

"Sorry." Xu Zesheng looked relaxed, but his hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched into fists, "I can't do it."

"Young man, there's no need to provoke Zhou's family for these trivial matters." Zhou Zhuoting stepped back with a half-smile, and his voice was a little louder, "This classmate's injury is not serious, I'll take Xiao Jing home first .”

Zhou Zhuojing didn't have time to express his thoughts, so he was half-embraced and half-carried out by his elder brother. He had no choice but to raise his mobile phone to Xu Zesheng, signaling him to call.

Back in the back compartment, the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Zhou Zhuojing sat upright with his hands on his lap obediently, like a primary school student who made a mistake.

"Zhou Zhuojing, you are amazing." Zhou Zhuoting raised his eyebrows, and called Zhou Zhuojing by his name, "How dare you skip class!"

"Brother, there is a reason." Zhou Zhuojing pinched his fingers awkwardly, and explained in a low voice, "Xu Zesheng was injured, and the hospital called me. I was a little anxious and forgot to ask for leave."

"Call you?" Zhou Zhuoting's face was even more sour, "Does he have no family? Does he have no friends? How could he call you?"

"He..." Zhou Zhuojing held back for a moment, and his eyes turned red again, "His father was the one who beat him, so who else can the hospital call!"

"Xiao Jing, why do you just want to be friends with dozens of classmates in the class?" Zhou Zhuoting rubbed his eyebrows and sighed heavily, "You are not suitable."

"Brother, don't be angry." Zhou Zhuojing tugged at his brother's sleeve, coquettishly, "I won't skip class anymore."

Zhou Zhuoting lost his temper after being tortured by him, and he said after a long time, "Do you have to make friends with him?"

"Yeah." Zhou Zhuojing nodded vigorously, "He is very nice, brother, don't be prejudiced against him."

"Is it really as good as you said?" Zhou Zhuoting didn't believe him, "You're just stupid."

Zhou Zhuojing heard his acquiescing attitude, jumped to his side with foolish joy, and said with a smile: "He is really nice, and my brother will like him very much in the future."

After all, in his dream, everyone liked Xu Zesheng very much.

Zhou Zhuoting didn't take it seriously, and took advantage of the situation to pinch his brother's face.

"By the way, brother, you didn't feel anything wrong when you saw Xu Zesheng just now?"

Zhou Zhuojing reacted belatedly, she wanted to bring Xu Zesheng home, didn't she just hope that Zhou's family could find out the child who was living outside?

Why Zhou Zhuoting saw Xu Zesheng's appearance but remained indifferent.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Zhuoting looked at him puzzled, "What do you want to say?"

"I want to say ****" Zhou Zhuojing said, but his words were silenced out of thin air. He wrinkled his face in distress, and could only ask him vaguely, "Don't you think Xu Zesheng is very similar to you and the second brother?"

"so what?"

"Xu Zesheng and I were born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, in the same hospital." Zhou Zhuojing added anxiously, "He looks so much like you, but it's me, not at all..."

"Xiao Jing." Zhou Zhuoting interrupted him suddenly, "Don't think about it."

"I'm not thinking about it!" Zhou Zhuojing argued, "Don't you think it's suspicious?"

"Suspicious?" Zhou Zhuoting lowered his eyes, "Everything must be based on evidence. Xiao Jing, tell me honestly, did Xu Zesheng tell you what you just said?"

He had sent someone to investigate Xu Zesheng before, so he naturally knew everything Zhou Zhuojing said.

It's not that he doesn't have doubts, but that everything is too strange. The Zhou family's tree is very popular, and the lack of security is because some people want to be the young master of the Zhou family.

So he took advantage of his birthday to call back his parents who were far away from abroad.He planned to ask his father and Xu Zesheng to do a paternity test, but he didn't have the courage to speak up, and even seemed to escape, working overtime and daring not to go home.

Until today, Zhou Zhuojing mentioned it again.

"He didn't say it." Zhou Zhuojing was stunned for a moment, "I discovered it all myself."

"You didn't lie?" Zhou Zhuoting gave him a careful look.

"No." Zhou Zhuojing shook his head in a daze, "Brother, Xu Zesheng is very pitiful, I don't want him to stay in that house anymore."

Zhou Zhuoting turned his head to look out the window, and did not reply for a long time.

Yes, Xu Zesheng is very pitiful.

But how could he be willing to let his younger brother, whom he had raised for more than ten years, return to that kind of place.

After sending Zhou Zhuojing back to school, Zhou Zhuoting went directly to the company.

On the way, he picked up his mobile phone, hesitated again and again, and dialed Zhou Zhuolan's number.

"Xiao Jing may have known about Xu Zesheng for a long time."

"What did you say?" Zhou Zhuolan's surprised voice came from the receiver, "How did Xiao Jing know? Xu Zesheng said it?"

"It's not important." Zhou Zhuoting took a deep breath, "I plan to tell my parents about it."

"Zhou Zhuoting, are you crazy!" Zhou Zhuolan raised his voice in disbelief, "Xiao Jing is our younger brother who has been raised for more than ten years, regardless of blood relationship, he is our younger brother, don't you want to send him back? That kind of ghost place?!"

"Zhuo Lan." Zhou Zhuoting said calmly, "Actually, you and I both know that Xu Zesheng is more likely to be a child of the Zhou family."