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

The private car slowly drove into Zhou's villa.

Zhou Zhuojing jumped out of the car with her schoolbag in her arms, walked a few steps, and saw Zhou Zhuolan standing at the door.

It has been a few days since they parted.

Thinking of the previous unhappiness, Zhou Zhuojing bit his lip cautiously, and called him in a low voice: "Brother Zhuo Lan."

"Xiao Jing is still angry with me?" Zhou Zhuolan raised his eyebrows, as if there had never been a quarrel between the two, as usual, he walked down the steps and took his schoolbag, "What do you call me?"

"Second brother." Zhou Zhuojing couldn't stop feeling wronged when he heard his question.

When he was a child, he was afraid of his strict father Zhou, and never dared to cry easily. Only in front of his good-tempered second brother could he be himself, an emotional child.What's more, for many years, his parents were not at home, and the eldest brother was busy with work, so he and the second brother had always been dependent on each other.

The second elder brother is the person who favors him the most in the family, and is also his closest relative.

He didn't want to have a relationship with his second brother at all.

"I'm sorry." He tugged Zhou Zhuolan's sleeve carefully, "I shouldn't have lost my temper with you last time."

"Little idiot." Zhou Zhuolan turned his head and smiled at him, "How can I be angry with you? It's you, I've been out for so long, and you didn't even call me."

"I'm afraid..." Zhou Zhuojing took his hand and muttered softly, "I'm afraid you won't answer my call."

"When did I stop answering your call?" Zhou Zhuolan poked his head with his hand, "You're talking nonsense about me."

The two talked back and forth, and entered the door within a few steps.

Zhou Kunhui and Wen Qing were sitting in the living room, when they heard the movement, they stood up together, as if they had been waiting for a long time, and looked straight out of the door.

Seeing that Zhou Zhuojing was the only person who came back, a trace of doubt flashed across Wen Qing's face: "Xiao Jing, didn't you say that you want to invite your classmates to your house as guests?"

"Student?" Before Zhou Zhuojing could answer, Zhou Zhuolan asked, "Which classmate?"

"He has something to do today." Zhou Zhuojing was afraid of arguing with Zhou Zhuolan again because of Xu Zesheng's topic, so he hurriedly changed the topic, "Mom, I'm a little hungry."

When Wen Qing heard his son shouting that he was hungry, the classmate who didn't want to be a guest anymore hurried to the kitchen.

"Fortunately, I made two suppers, just for your second brother to try."

"Just give it to Xiao Jing." Zhou Zhuolan waved his hand, he wasn't very interested in desserts.

"So much!" Zhou Zhuojing watched Wen Qing bring two cakes to the table, with fruit and milk on the side, "I'm sure I'll gain weight if I eat it."

"Fat ones are cute too." Wen Qing shook his head in disapproval, "Zhuo Lan, you think so."

"Little Jing is cute no matter what." Zhou Zhuolan echoed, and pinched his cheek.

Zhou Zhuojing couldn't hold back the concerned eyes of the two, so he had no choice but to pick up the cake and milk, and ate it with all his might.

Just as he was stroking his belly and hiccupping, there was a sound of brakes outside the door.

Zhou Zhuoting, who had been busy with work for several days, suddenly returned home.

He strode into the door, looked at his father in the living room, then at the happy dining room, and suddenly opened his mouth.

"Dad, Zhuo Lan and I have something to tell you."

Zhou Zhuojing suddenly remembered what he had said to him in the morning, his heart skipped a beat, and he stood up nervously.

"Xiao Jing, I didn't call you." Zhou Zhuolan patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, and said meaningfully, "Don't worry, no one can take you away."

Could it be that the second brother also knew the identity of Xu Zesheng?

Zhou Zhuojing's pupils widened, before he could speak, Zhou Zhuoting hurried into the study.

Zhou Kunhui frowned, probably guessing that Zhou Zhuolan's sudden return home was probably related to this incident, so he stood up and followed with a solemn face.Zhou Zhuolan didn't stop either, she turned her head and took a deep look at Zhou Zhuojing, then closed the door of the study tightly.

"What's wrong?" Wen Qing was at a loss, "Could it be that something happened to the company?"

"Mom, don't worry." Zhou Zhuojing pushed the milk in front of her towards her, "It might be a good thing for you."

It is not a good thing that the biological child is smart and excellent.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground in the study, several bangs, one after another.

Wen Qing couldn't help frowning worriedly, looked at the study frequently, but didn't dare to interrupt rashly.

"Mom, that..." Zhou Zhuojing said softly, interrupting her thoughts, "Thank you for taking care of me all these years."

He said it so politely, Wen Qing was just baffled.

"Xiao Jing, what silly things are you talking about?" She turned her head slightly, as if trying to see her son's expression clearly.

"In short, thank you very much." Zhou Zhuojing gritted his teeth, "Thank you, dad, and two brothers."

"Xiao Jing, what's the matter with you?" Wen Qing heard him finish speaking vigorously, and the worry in his eyes became even more intense.

"I'm fine." Zhou Zhuojing tightened his nose pretending to be strong, he stood up, carrying his small schoolbag and said, "Mom, I'm going back to my room first."

It happened so suddenly that he didn't have time to pack his things.

He still remembered the plot in the dream, that soon after Xu Zesheng came home, he was loved by everyone.The Zhou family's parents feel sorry for him suffering and suffering while living abroad. The eldest brother is impressed by his business acumen, and the second brother finds that he has an excellent sense of music.

And he, a fake young master who is not in class, stays in the Zhou family with the cheek, and his appearance and grades are not as good as others. Naturally, his treatment is very different from Xu Zesheng's. Even the driver and housekeeper at home look down on him.

He didn't want to be jealous again, and he didn't want to become the vicious person in the plot.

Just leave now.

Out of sight, out of sight, without comparison, he would not feel hatred towards Xu Zesheng for no reason.

After all, Xu Zesheng is such a good person.

Zhou Zhuojing secretly wiped away the moisture from the corners of his eyes, and dug out his suitcase.

Clothes, pillows, and daily necessities, he took a closer look, thinking that they were all Zhou's money, he picked them up and put them down again.

"Why don't we just take you?" Zhou Zhuojing hesitated for a long time before picking up the orange pig on the bed.

He had nightmares every day for a while, so Zhou Zhuolan personally made a doll for him and asked him to sleep with him at night.The pianist's hands are the most precious, but he uses them for needlework. How can the recipient not cherish the gift.

"Well...and you." Zhou Zhuojing picked up another box of candy from the side.

He loves sweets, and Zhou Zhuoting would always bring him a box of locally produced candies whenever he came back from a business trip, and as time passed, he left a whole box of candies.

He was thinking while holding things, when suddenly he heard the door lock slam, and Zhou Zhuoting stood in front of his room door at some point.

"Brother." Zhou Zhuojing was caught off guard, still holding the gift in his hand. He was afraid that Zhou Zhuoting would misunderstand that he was too greedy, so he said tearfully, "Don't worry, I'll just take these and nothing else."

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Zhou Zhuoting: Distressed

Zhou Zhuolan: Distressed +1

Xu Zesheng: Distressed +2

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I revised the previous chapter yesterday. If you haven’t read it, you can go and have a look, otherwise you may not be able to connect!No abuse, no abuse!There will be another chapter later, it may be very late, everyone can watch it tomorrow morning, okay!