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

Last night was not peaceful.

Waking up the next day, Zhou Zhuojing went downstairs and saw Wen Qing who had woken up early.She seemed to have not slept all night, her eye sockets were black and blue, and she was very haggard.

"Mom." Zhou Zhuojing called her, paused for a moment, lowered her head again, and changed her words in a low voice, "Wen... Aunt Wen."

When Wen Qing heard his name, her movements froze, her shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

"Xiao Jing, what did you call me?"

"I..." Zhou Zhuojing touched the back of her head, seeing her sad, she couldn't help but turn red, "I don't know how to call it."

"Xiao Jing, do you already know?" Wen Qing took his hand and carefully looked at the baby she had raised for many years, "You won't leave mom, right? Mom can't bear you."

With his hands wrapped in warmth, Zhou Zhuojing felt the sadness in his heart spread to his whole body in an instant, and he tasted a bitter taste in his mouth.

At this moment, Zhou Zhuolan came out of the kitchen wrapped in an apron.

Seeing the two people with bitter faces, he sighed helplessly, knocked on the door, and said, "Mom, Xiao Jing, come over for breakfast."

"I won't eat." Wen Qing waved his hand, "I have no appetite."

Zhou Zhuojing nodded in agreement, but he couldn't eat it either.

"What's going on?" Zhou Zhuolan stepped forward, stepped between the two of them, stretched out his big hand, and simply took one of them to the restaurant, "How can I do without eating? Want to cultivate immortality? It just so happens that my father and elder brother are here, our family It's been a long time since we had dinner together."

It is said that it is a family reunion, but sitting around the dining table, each of them is silent, and no one has an appetite.

Zhou Kunhui obviously didn't sleep well, and he didn't even clean up the newborn stubble.However, Zhou Zhuoting was not much different from usual, he didn't talk much, and now he was eating his breakfast quietly without making a sound.

Zhou Zhuolan wanted to liven up the atmosphere, but he found a few topics but no one spoke to him, so he shut up resentfully.Wen Qing didn't know what was in his mind, holding the handkerchief in his hand, and wiping the corners of his eyes from time to time.

Zhou Zhuojing really couldn't stand such a weird atmosphere, he got up and put his schoolbag on his back, and opened his mouth under the gaze of the whole family.

"Xu Zesheng will be a guest at home tonight. I'll go to school first, everyone eat slowly."

After he finished speaking, he ran out of the restaurant as if escaping without waiting for anyone to answer.

The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally Zhou Zhuoting spoke out first.

"Last night, I passed Xiaojing's room and found him packing his luggage."

Zhou Zhuolan shook his hand holding the glass, and a few drops of milk spilled out.

"Listen to me, all of you." Wen Qing patted the table, and the always gentle person couldn't help being angry at this moment, "I firmly disagree with Xiaojing leaving our house."

"I don't agree either." Zhou Kunhui put his wife's hand reassuringly, "Xu Zesheng is our child. He has suffered so much before, so he must be brought back, but the situation of the Xu family... I don't agree with letting the little one Jing go back."

After Wen Qing heard him finish speaking, she suddenly thought of her own child who had been living outside. Hearing that his family was in a bad situation and had been subjected to domestic violence by his adoptive father all the year round, his eyes turned red again.

The palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh, so how can she not be embarrassed.

"Well, after Xu Zesheng comes back, I will arrange further paternity tests."

When Zhou Zhuoting was investigating Xu Zesheng, he had someone get his hair, and the confirmed result was only a preliminary hair identification, and blood would be collected later to rule out the possibility of misjudgment.

Zhou Kunhui nodded, thinking of the intricate relationship, he couldn't help sighing again.

It was still early when Zhou Zhuojing arrived at the school, the school gate was empty and there were not many people.

He said goodbye to the driver, closed the car door, turned around and saw Qi Yan walking out from the shade of the tree.

What happened yesterday is still vivid.

Zhou Zhuojing subconsciously took two steps back, wanting to stay away from him.

"Xiao Jing, I have a secret to tell you." Qi Yan stared, like a long-planned hunter staring at his prey, approaching step by step.

"I, I don't want to hear it." Zhou Zhuojing had an intuition that it would not be a good thing, so he quickly waved his hand, "I'm going in first."

"You really don't want to hear it?" Qi Yan pulled him towards him, "I saw your elder brother chatting with Xu Zesheng in the tea room opposite last night."

His elder brother and Xu Zesheng?

Zhou Zhuojing was taken aback, didn't Xu Zesheng say he was going back to the classroom to get his books last night, why did he get involved with his elder brother again.

"It turns out that he is the young master of the Zhou family." Qi Yan lowered his voice, and whispered in his ear, the hot air from his breath made goose bumps all over his body, "The reason why he approached you in the first place was to be able to come back one day. Shall we go to Zhou's house?"

Qi Yan pretended that Zhou Zhuojing didn't know about it, and deliberately said sobering words, trying to make him think that he was being used by Xu Zesheng.

"Don't talk nonsense." Zhou Zhuojing interrupted him sharply, "Xu Zesheng, he didn't approach me because of the Zhou family!"

Obviously he was the one who approached Xu Zesheng first, but Xu Zesheng didn't even know about it.

Qi Yan was stunned for a moment, and when he realized it, Zhou Zhuojing had already broken free from his shackles and ran into the school quickly.

Xu Zesheng sat in the classroom early on, and seeing Zhou Zhuojing rushing in, he couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.

"what happened?"

"Huhu—" Zhou Zhuojing gasped, "Qi Yan, behind."

"He's pestering you again?" Xu Zesheng's eyes darkened, and the hand holding the pen also secretly exerted force.

"He came to talk to me about you." Zhou Zhuojing paused, and leaned closer to him, "Did you meet my brother yesterday?"

Xu Zesheng was startled, and asked calmly, "Who did you listen to?"

"Qi Yan said that he saw you and my elder brother last night." Zhou Zhuojing puffed up his cheeks, a little angrily, "You still lied to me that you came back to get the books."

The distance between the two was less than a palm.

Zhou Zhuojing's cheeks were still flushed from running just now, they were round and cute.

Unable to control it, Xu Zesheng stretched out his hand and poked it.

The face leaked instantly, and there was a smell of milk.

"Zhou Zhuojing." Xu Zesheng asked suddenly, "Did you drink milk this morning?"

"That's right." Zhou Zhuojing nodded in confusion, then frowned, "Xu Zesheng, I'm still angry, how could you poke my face!"

What a disregard for his angry dignity!

"You like to drink milk." Xu Zesheng swallowed, "Do you drink it before going to bed?"

Zhou Zhuojing tilted his head, not understanding the meaning of his question.

"When you talk in your sleep at night, don't you also smell of milk?" Xu Zesheng nodded to himself, "I will know tonight."

Zhou Zhuojing was stunned, his face turned red again, he picked up the book, and patted Xu Zesheng several times angrily.

"I can brush my teeth! Don't you think! You don't want to!"

Xu Zesheng let him hit him twice, and then secretly pulled out a handful of curly hair.

After a few words, he took him away from the topic.

His young master is really easy to deceive.