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

In a blink of an eye, school is over.

Sitting in the car going home, Zhou Zhuojing was a little embarrassed, fumbling around with his hands restlessly, not knowing where to put them.

On the other hand, Xu Zesheng was calm and composed, and he didn't see any emotional changes at all.

"You..." Zhou Zhuojing glanced at him secretly, "Aren't you nervous?"

"Why are you nervous?" Xu Zesheng turned his head to meet his gaze.

At this moment, the car drove into the tunnel, and the vision went dark.

Zhou Zhuojing stared blankly at Xu Zesheng's bright eyes, and didn't speak for a long time.

He thought, Xu Ze has grown up really well.

Even in the dark, the other party seems to have its own light, attracting everyone's attention.

The two looked at each other for a while.

Taking advantage of the dim streetlights, Xu Zesheng leaned over, approached Zhou Zhuojing's ear, smiled lowly, and asked him, "Do I look good?"

Zhou Zhuojing felt hot all over for a moment.

He turned his head hastily, for fear that the driver would find out that they were overtaking, and his hands panicked to push them away.

"Why didn't you answer me?" Xu Zesheng asked again, biting the pink ear root maliciously.

Afterwards, he was hit all the way by Zhou Zhuojing's small fist.

"How could you do this!" Zhou Zhuojing hammered the opponent's thigh angrily, "Brothers can't do this!"

"How is this?" Xu Zesheng blinked innocently, and caught Zhou Zhuojing's fist with his big hand, "Take it lightly, don't hurt your hand."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Zhuojing's actions became more aggressive.

When the car drove into Zhou's house, Zhou Zhuojing was still grabbing Xu Zesheng and talking about it.

"Young master, you're home." The driver stopped the car and reminded him aloud.

Zhou Zhuojing immediately let go of Xu Zesheng, and bounced back to his seat with a guilty conscience.

The garage is just to the left of the gate, a few steps away, and Zhou Zhuojing's previous uneasiness came to mind again.

Even this fake young master is so anxious, Xu Zesheng must have a hard time coming here for the first time.

Thinking of this, he tugged at Xu Zesheng, reached into the side pocket of his schoolbag with the other hand, and took out two candies.

Xu Zesheng was startled, not understanding what he meant.

"When I was young, I would eat candy when I was scared." Zhou Zhuojing tore off the candy wrapper, handed it to Xu Zesheng, and comforted him softly, "Don't be afraid, everyone likes you very much."

Xu Zesheng lowered his head and ate the candy with his hands.

"Does everyone include you?"

The sweet and sour taste spread throughout his mouth, he raised his eyes slightly, and glanced at Zhou Zhuojing with a smile.

Zhou Zhuojing felt that his heartbeat missed half a beat, and after a long time he said in a daze: "Xu Zesheng, something is wrong with you today."

"What's wrong?" Xu Zesheng raised his eyebrows, motioning for him to continue.

"It's like..." Zhou Zhuojing pondered for a long time before making a comment, "The male peacock with its tail open is ostentatious everywhere."

Even Xu Zesheng, who can speak eloquently, was at a loss for words at this moment.

Xu Shi heard the movement of the two, the door was opened, and Zhou Zhuolan walked out from inside.

He was dressed in light gray home clothes, his slightly long hair was tied into a small tug at the back of his head, a few strands of hair fell on his forehead, and he wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his tall nose. He looked like a young student .

"Second brother." Zhou Zhuojing called him, pushed the people around him to introduce him, "He is your second brother, Zhou Zhuolan, and he is currently a well-known rookie in the piano industry."

When Zhou Zhuolan heard him say "your second brother", the smile on his face froze a bit.

"He is Xu Zesheng." Zhou Zhuojing didn't notice Zhou Zhuolan's abnormality, and continued, "He has good grades, usually..."

"Little Jing." Zhou Zhuolan interrupted him in time, "Don't make parents wait inside."

Xu Zesheng looked at Zhou Zhuolan calmly, always feeling that the second brother of the Zhou family was hostile to him.

Zhou Zhuojing was stunned, took the hands of the people around him, and walked up the steps in a few steps.

The gesture of the two holding hands is natural and intimate.

Zhou Zhuolan put away her smile and hugged Zhou Zhuojing as they passed by.

"Xiao Jing, are you tired today?" He said caring words, but he blocked Xu Zesheng with his hands without a trace, "You didn't eat anything in the morning, and the second brother was worried all day."

Xu Zesheng looked down at his empty hands, and then at Zhou Zhuolan, thinking that it really wasn't his illusion.

Zhou's parents have been waiting in the living room for a long time.

Seeing Xu Zesheng's appearance at first glance, even Zhou Kunhui, who has always been serious, turned red-eyed.

"You, you are Xiao Xu, right?" Wen Qing stood up cautiously, looking a little at a loss, "Really, you are a good-looking talent."

"Good boy." Zhou Kunhui sighed, "We are sorry for you."

"There's nothing I'm sorry about." Xu Zesheng took his words without too many emotional fluctuations in his voice, "I've lived a good life these years. I have food, clothes, and books to read. There is nothing dissatisfied."

"But you..." Wen Qing couldn't stop crying when she thought about the situation of the Xu family.

Xu Zesheng was in a complicated mood. The person who spoke was his biological mother, but he seemed to be looking at a stranger, even though this person was crying because of him.

"In the past."

Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Zhou Zhuojing couldn't help poking him, and handed him a pack of napkins.

Xu Zesheng squeezed the tissue in his hand, looked back at Zhou Zhuojing again, hesitated for a moment, and finally walked towards the crying woman.

Seeing her son approaching, Wen Qing could no longer hold back her emotions, and hugged him tightly.Xu Zesheng raised his hand hesitantly, and it took a long time to land on the opponent's shoulder.

Looking at the two embracing each other, Zhou Zhuojing shrugged his shoulders in relief, turned around and trot upstairs regardless of Zhou Zhuolan's persuasion.

Wen Qing is not the only one who wants to cry.

Zhou Zhuojing wiped his tears with his hand, but he wiped more and more helplessly.

He couldn't explain why he was sad.

Lost and ashamed, negative emotions wrapped him tightly, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He squatted down weakly and hugged his knees, like a child who had lost his sense of security.

Footsteps sounded from far to near.

Moments later, Zhou Zhuojing felt his eyes go dark, and someone squatted in front of him.

"Zhou Zhuojing, can I give you a hug?"

A familiar voice rang in his ears.

Zhou Zhuojing raised his head hastily, the person who was supposed to enjoy family happiness appeared in front of his eyes.

"You..." He whispered, before he finished speaking, he saw Xu Zesheng open his hand, hug him tightly, and pat him on the back lightly.

"Don't cry." Xu Zesheng whispered, as if coaxing a child, "It won't look good if you cry."

Zhou Zhuojing nestled in his neck and said in a muffled voice, "It's not pretty."

"Nonsense." Xu Zesheng lowered his head and kissed the top of his hair, "It's beautiful."

"What are you doing here?" Zhou Zhuojing sniffled and asked him again, "Didn't you just talk?"

"Auntie asked me to come up to see you." Xu Zesheng paused, "I didn't expect someone to cry secretly."

"I'm not crying secretly!"

"Well, no."

"Yes... Guangming is crying!"

Xu Zesheng nodded with a broken smile, and followed his words: "Okay, Guangming is crying."