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

It was the time for class, and there were not many teachers in the office.

Zhou Zhuojing stood in the corner with his head buried, looking a little nervous, fingers cramped at the hem of his clothes.

Not far from him, the head teacher was pacing back and forth angrily with his hands behind his back.

"Do you know how bad your behavior is?" The homeroom teacher suddenly stopped and said to Zhou Zhuojing, "You dare to skip class in front of the teacher. Tell me, what is more important than studying!"

"Teacher, I'm sorry." Zhou Zhuojing admitted his mistake obediently, "I heard that Xu Zesheng was injured, so I was anxious and rushed to the hospital, but there was no..."

"Did you go to see Xu Zesheng?" The homeroom teacher was stunned, and then said with a straight face, "It's a good thing to care for your classmates, but you have to tell the teacher in advance."

"Yeah." Zhou Zhuojing's eyes widened, and he replied sincerely, "I see."

It was the first time I saw rebellious young people who were used to contradicting their teachers, so obedient.

A look of astonishment flashed across the head teacher's face, he coughed lightly twice, and stopped lecturing.

"Seeing that you have a good attitude of admitting your mistakes, forget it this time, go back and write a [-]-word self-criticism, and give it to me by tomorrow afternoon."

Zhou Zhuojing's face turned bitter for a moment, but he didn't dare to refute, so he could only nod his head, and left the office lightly.

He kept the five-hundred-word self-criticism in his heart, and he didn't look carefully at the road when he went out, and ran straight into the oncoming person.

The opponent's body was solid, Zhou Zhuojing staggered two steps backwards, almost fell down, but fortunately, he was quickly picked up by the waist and stood up straight.

"Yes...I'm sorry." He rubbed his head, looked up, and it was Qi Yan who came, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to find you." Qi Yan looked worried when he saw his frowning face, "Does it hurt?"

"It's okay." Zhou Zhuojing shook his head, secretly took a look at Qi Yan's chest, this guy probably secretly lifted the iron behind his back, his chest was as hard as a slate.

"Xiao Jing, where have you been today?" Qi Yan stepped forward and held his hand tightly, "I'm very worried about you."

"I...I'm going to the hospital to see Xu Zesheng." Zhou Zhuojing lowered his head guiltyly, not daring to look directly at Qi Yan's expression.

"Xu Zesheng, is it him again?" Qi Yan lowered his face, gritted his teeth, and said, "You skipped class because of him? Xiao Jing, you never skipped class before. I told you a long time ago that he is not a good person, and you will only be able to follow him. It's getting more and more depraved!"

"It's not like this..." Zhou Zhuojing was dissatisfied with the malice in his words, and wanted to break free from his hand, but failed to do so with all his strength, "Qi Yan, let me go!"

"Little Jing, don't you want to have any more contact with Xu Zesheng, okay?" Qi Yan pressed Zhou Zhuojing step by step, until he cornered him, he lowered his head, his eyes full of paranoia, "How can I not compare to him? What do you like about him, you tell me, I can change it."

Zhou Zhuojing had never seen Qi Yan like this before, and his eyes turned red from fright at this moment.

"Qi Yan, don't do this." He whispered, his voice trembling, "Calm down!"

"Calm down?" Qi Yan smiled wryly, "Xiao Jing, I can't calm down a long time ago. Only you can help me, can you help me, please help me."

He was chanting, his head tilted down slightly, and he kissed Zhou Zhuojing's lips impartially.

Seeing his intention, Zhou Zhuojing frantically shook his head desperately, using both hands and feet, but Qi Yan imprisoned him tightly, unable to escape.

Just when he turned his head resignedly, his hand was suddenly pulled, and then he felt lighter.

The kiss did not fall.

Zhou Zhuojing opened his eyes in fear, and saw Qi Yan half-sitting on the ground, standing beside Xu Zesheng who was full of anger.

Since he knew Xu Zesheng, he had never seen him angry.

Even when encountering hooligans who are collecting debts, he always looks calm and composed.

Dudu got angry today.

"Stay away from my people." Xu Zesheng squatted down, his eyes were at the same level as Qi Yan, "Otherwise, it would not be as simple as a punch."

"Don't talk too early, you can't tell who wins and who loses." Qi Yan stared in disbelief, and received a punch in the lower abdomen, which caused him to be unable to sit up in pain, "Aren't you just taking advantage of someone's danger today?" ?”

"Okay." Xu Zesheng smiled instead of anger, he reached out and patted Qi Yan's face, "I'll accompany you anytime."

Before Qi Yan could reply, he stood up and went straight to the person in the corner.

Zhou Zhuojing's hair was messed up, his clothes were wrinkled everywhere, and his mouth was half-opened, still a bit dazed.

"What are you looking at?" Xu Zesheng grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into his arms, "Let's go."

Zhou Zhuojing was led out a few steps by him in a daze, and then looked back at Qi Yan worriedly.

"Is he going to be okay?"

"No." Xu Zesheng turned his head to prevent him from looking back, "No heavy hand."

"But..." Zhou Zhuojing still wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Xu Zesheng.

"I am a wounded patient, how can I have the strength to beat him."

As he spoke, he raised his bandaged arm and deliberately shook it twice in front of Zhou Zhuojing's eyes.

"How is your injury?" Zhou Zhuojing was immediately distracted by him, "Why did you escape from the hospital?"

"It's just a skin injury." Xu Zesheng said easily, "There is no need to be hospitalized."

Zhou Zhuojing took his hand suspiciously, took a closer look, and made sure that there was no blood seeping before giving up.

"Xu Zesheng, have you ever thought about moving out?" Zhou Zhuojing half held his hand, and said cautiously, "Our house... that... has a lot of rooms."

"There are a lot of rooms?" Xu Zesheng raised his eyebrows.

"It's just..." Zhou Zhuojing faltered in explaining, before he could finish, Xu Zesheng took the conversation away.

"Fool, I can protect myself." Xu Zesheng pinched his bulging face, "Don't worry about me."

Zhou Zhuojing was hesitant to speak, and when he returned to the classroom, he was still thinking about how to get Xu Zesheng away from his perennial domestic violence father.

After the self-study that night, Zhou Zhuojing sent Xu Zesheng home as usual.

When he reached the school gate, Xu Zesheng stopped suddenly.

"It suddenly occurred to me that I had left a book in the classroom."

"Ah?" Zhou Zhuojing was stunned for a while, "I'll accompany you back to get it."

"No, you go back first." Xu Zesheng shook his head, "If you go back too late, your family will be worried."

He was right.

Zhou Zhuojing was thinking tangledly, he obviously invited Xu Zesheng to his home last night, and even greeted his parents in advance.

But Xu Zesheng had a head injury, and he was afraid of delaying his rest time every time he went back and forth.

"that……"

"Go back quickly." Xu Zesheng didn't make things difficult for him, "Can I visit your house again tomorrow?"

Zhou Zhuojing hurriedly agreed, without further hesitation, turned around three times, and finally got into the car.

Xu Zesheng watched his private car leave, instead of turning back to the classroom, he walked to the tea room not far away.

It was getting late, and there were not many people in the tea room.

When Xu Zesheng walked in, he immediately saw the man by the window.

The man looked a bit like him, with exquisite and prominent features, and with a well-tailored suit, it seemed a little out of place to sit in a simple tea room.

"Do you need something from me?" Xu Zesheng sat down opposite the man, "It's getting late, please hurry up if you need something."

"Xu Zesheng." Zhou Zhuoting sized up the young man in front of him, "You should be able to guess why I'm here."

"Of course." Xu Zesheng met his scrutiny, "It's nothing more than keeping me away from Zhou Zhuojing."

"You're wrong." Zhou Zhuoting shook his head, "Don't you think we look alike?"

Xu Zesheng suddenly put away his smile and asked him, "What do you mean?"

"You and Xiaojing were born in the same hospital back then, and there was only 2 minutes before and after." Zhou Zhuoting pressed his fingers on the table, repeatedly, "You approached Xiaojing for the purpose of returning to Zhou's house, didn't you?"

Back to Zhou's house?

"Is there anything attractive about Zhou's house?" Xu Zesheng sneered, "If you found me today just to talk about this, please leave quickly. I never wanted to go to Zhou's house from the beginning to the end."

"If you are willing to go back to Zhou's house, I will go back and discuss it with your parents." Zhou Zhuoting obviously didn't believe his words, "Besides, you don't want to go back to Zhou's house, so why bother to approach Xiao Jing."

"I do intend to get close to Zhou Zhuojing." Xu Zesheng stood up abruptly, "It's for him, not for the Zhou family."

Before Zhou Zhuoting could answer, Xu Zesheng strode out of the tea room.

He walked in a hurry, not paying attention to a familiar figure sitting behind the screen.

Qi Yan has been following Xu Zesheng since school. Originally, he was just looking for an opportunity to avenge his revenge this morning, but he didn't expect to hear such explosive news.

It turned out that Xu Zesheng was the Zhou family's biological son, and Zhou Zhuoting also deliberately wanted to recognize his younger brother.

In this way, if Xiao Jing's identity is exposed, will the Zhou family kick him out of the house because of the scandal.

A cunning flashed in Qi Yan's eyes.

At that time, the disheartened Zhou Zhuojing could only come to him.