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

On a summer night, the light rain came suddenly.

While the two were talking, the sound of sparse rain could be heard outside the window.

The air conditioner in the house is sending a slight cool breeze, which happens to be the most suitable temperature for sleeping.Zhou Zhuojing exhaled and yawned unconsciously.

"Sleepy?" Xu Zesheng pulled up the thin quilt, "Do you want to sleep?"

"Hmm." Zhou Zhuojing responded, her body subconsciously searched for a heat source, and nestled into the arms of the people around her.

"Go to sleep." Xu Zesheng took advantage of the situation and hugged him tightly, patting his back with his big hands. Not long after, there was the sound of steady breathing in his arms.

At this moment, the screen of the mobile phone placed beside the bed suddenly lit up.

Xu Zesheng gently stuffed Zhou Zhuojing into the bed, got out of bed, and picked up the phone.

A string of numbers is displayed on a dimly lit screen.

Xu Zesheng is no stranger to it.

If he remembered correctly, the caller was Zhou Zhuoting just across the wall.

At the moment Zhou Zhuojing was sleeping soundly, the bedroom was not a good place to answer the phone.

Xu Zesheng carefully opened the door, looked back at the sleeping man, and walked out of the room.

He closed the door lightly, before he could answer the phone, he raised his eyes and saw the two brothers of the Zhou family in the corridor.

"He's asleep." Xu Zesheng stretched out his index finger and stroked his lips, his voice was very soft, "Don't talk here."

"Go to the living room." Zhou Zhuolan gave him a complicated look, then turned and went downstairs.

There was only one night light on in the living room.

They didn't intend to turn on the lights, they each walked to the sofa and sat down. For a while, no one had the intention to speak first.

Xu Zesheng was silent for a moment, afraid that Zhou Zhuojing would not be able to find himself when he woke up in the middle of the night, so he asked straight to the point: "Do you have something to say to me?"

"It doesn't matter whether you simply want to make friends with Xiaojing, or because of your status as the heir of the Zhou family." Zhou Zhuoting paused, "Your goal has been achieved, and the Zhou family will not treat you badly. We hope you have the opportunity to persuade Xiaojing more. Jing, let him stay in the Zhou family."

"That's it?" Xu Zesheng raised his eyebrows, "I'll persuade him even if you don't have to say it."

"He was kidnapped when he was a child. The kidnappers locked him in an abandoned factory building surrounded by desolate mountains. When we arrived, the room was full of cockroaches and mice, and the food on the table had been rotten for many days."

Zhou Zhuolan opened his mouth suddenly, his eyes filled with distress.

"Later we arranged bodyguards for Xiao Jing, strictly controlling every friend around him. To be honest, I was actually a little scared. Xiao Jing was so innocently protected by us, what should I do if I met a bad person one day. But Ah, let him face the world alone, and I can't feel relieved."

Xu Zesheng clenched his fists, thinking of Zhou Zhuojing's helplessness at that time, he exerted more force on his fingertips, causing pain in his palm.

"You are very special to Xiao Jing." Zhou Zhuolan tilted his head, with a bitter smile, "He never contradicts me for outsiders, and you are still the first."

"Me?" Xu Zesheng was taken aback.

"I'm telling you this because I want you to treat Xiao Jing well." Zhou Zhuolan took a deep breath, "I'm not sure what kind of intentions you have in approaching Xiao Jing, but since he chose to trust you, I also I won't doubt you any more."

"I never meant to take advantage of him." Xu Zesheng said solemnly to the gaze of the two brothers of Zhou's family, "I won't in the future."

After a while, Xu Zesheng pushed open the bedroom door, and Zhou Zhuojing was curled up in bed.

He clutched the quilt tightly, with his head buried in his arms, like a child who desperately needs a sense of security.

Recalling Zhou Zhuolan's words, Xu Zesheng couldn't help but feel a prick in his heart.

He lay down very lightly, and embraced him with his arms.

The orange fragrance from Zhou Zhuojing's body filled the air.

Xu Zesheng turned his face sideways, stared at Zhou Zhuojing's chubby face, couldn't hold back any longer, and took a light bite.

Let him guard the greedy big orange from now on.

Thinking of this, he pursed his lips in satisfaction and closed his eyes.

A good night's dream.

Early the next morning, Zhou Zhuojing looked at the red mark that suddenly appeared on his face in the mirror, feeling a little puzzled.

"What kind of mosquito bites such a big bag!"

The "mosquito" who was washing his face took a sip of water abruptly.He turned his head to look at Zhou Zhuojing's cheek, and nodded seriously: "It's really big."

As big as him.

Zhou Zhuojing wanted to take advantage of this morning to apologize to Zhou Zhuolan.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he and Xu Zesheng walked into the restaurant, Wen Qing asked in surprise: "Zhuo Lan went back to Province S overnight?"

"Yeah." Zhou Zhuoting nodded expressionlessly, "They said they were going back to prepare for the performance."

Ready for a gig?

In the end is to prepare for the performance or do not want to see him?

Zhou Zhuojing felt a little bored, wondering how long the second brother would be angry, and whether he would answer his calls at night.

"So anxious?" Wen Qing frowned, muttered something, turned around and saw the two of them, and hurriedly called them over for breakfast, "Xiao Jing, what are you doing standing there, come and eat."

Hearing the address in her words, Xu Zesheng's body stiffened for a moment. It was the first time for him to be called by his name so intimately, and he was obviously not used to it.

Zhou Zhuojing came back to his senses, noticed Xu Zesheng's embarrassment, took the initiative to take his arm, and called out: "Shengsheng."

Xu Zesheng was stunned, he lowered his head to face Zhou Zhuojing who was smiling with crooked eyes, not at all unnatural.

"Shengsheng, what do you want to eat?" Zhou Zhuojing shook his hand, "I'll get it for you."

"I'll do it myself." Xu Zesheng raised the corner of his mouth, and it was rare that he didn't call Zhou Zhuojing's full name again, "Xiao Jing."

Eh?

This time it was Zhou Zhuojing who was dumbfounded.

When it was time to get in the car to go to school, before he could react, he dragged Xu Zesheng and asked him, "Why are you suddenly willing to call me by my nickname?"

"Before a more suitable title appears." Xu Zesheng paused, "Let's call it this first."

"A more suitable title?" Zhou Zhuojing tilted his head, not wanting to understand, "What else is there?"

Xu Zesheng just smiled at him without answering.

Xu Zesheng moved into Zhou's house as a matter of course.

After Zhou Zhuojing's evening self-study, he went back with him to pack his things, and bumped into Xu Yi when he didn't want to go out.

Xu Yi drank too much wine, patted his beer belly with his hands, and staggered when he walked.

He was dressed sloppily, his gray short sleeves were washed white, his big pants were still stained with oil, and he wore flip-flops with scuffed soles.

Seeing Zhou Zhuojing, he was stunned for two seconds, and then showed a wretched smile.

"It really looks like your skittish mother."

Zhou Zhuojing couldn't help shivering, stepped back a few steps, and bumped into Xu Zesheng who was going out with his luggage.

"Xu Yi?" Xu Zesheng turned cold, "Make way."

"Give way?" Xu Yi snorted, half leaning against the door like a rogue, "Don't think that you can talk to your father like this just because you climbed into Zhou's house."

Xu Zesheng was too lazy to talk to him, took Zhou Zhuojing's hand, pushed him away, and walked out.

"Two days ago, when I came home, I saw the two of you kissing at the door." Xu Yi suddenly said, "Tell me, if the Zhou family knew that their biological son and adopted son were getting together, what would their attitude be?" ah?"

"Shut up." Xu Zesheng raised his hand, but Zhou Zhuojing stopped him when he wanted to move.

"No, don't fight." Zhou Zhuojing pulled his hand, turned to Xu Yi and said, "We are both innocent, no one will believe you if you say it."

"Innocent?" Xu Yi sneered, "What an innocence! Back then, your mother told me that she had an innocence with that man outside, but as a result, the child ran away with others not long after he was born. I think you are just like her, you are a pure-looking vixen."

"Xu Yi!" Xu Zesheng frowned, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Xu Yi was not afraid of him, and staggered into the house holding the door frame.Looking back at the two people in the corridor, he smiled strangely, closed the door halfway, and said something softly.

"Tell me, how much is the photo of you kissing his face worth the Zhou family's hush money?"

Before Xu Zesheng could answer, he slammed the door behind him.

Hearing the sound of the door being locked, Xu Yi leaned his back against the door and laughed out loud.

Xu Zesheng looked worriedly at Zhou Zhuojing beside him, seeing that his face was pale and he was shaking his head in panic.

"No, you can't let your parents know."

The car heading home slowly drove into the villa area through the night.

Zhou Zhuojing was sitting in the car, rubbing his trouser legs back and forth with an uneasy expression.

"Don't worry." Xu Zesheng took his hand and comforted him, "The photo is his only bargaining chip. If he doesn't get what he wants, he won't make it public easily."

"Really?" Zhou Zhuojing turned to look at him, still worried in his eyes. Anyway, the ambiguous relationship between the biological son and the adopted son must be a scandal for the family. What's more, Xu Zesheng just returned home not long ago, "If parents are right What if you have a bad impression?"

"Huh?" Xu Zesheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "What does that matter?"

"Of course it has something to do with it!" Zhou Zhuojing's eyes widened, "Everyone will like you very much in the future, so you can't be affected by this matter!"

"Why are you so sure that everyone will like me?" Xu Zesheng leaned closer to him, "It can't be because you like me too, right?"

Zhou Zhuojing blushed suddenly, stretched out his hand and pushed him.

"You're not straight."

"Okay." Xu Zesheng rubbed his head, "Leave Xu Yi's affairs to me. Didn't you say you wanted to call your second brother today?"

Yes.

Zhou Zhuojing recalled Zhou Zhuolan's depressed appearance last night, and couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

"What if the second brother doesn't want to answer my call?"

"Fool." Xu Zesheng sighed helplessly, "No one is willing to reject you."

Even Zhou Zhuolan in the Cold War was no exception.

The author has something to say:

Zhou Zhuojing: What is a more suitable title?

Xu Zesheng: You can't still be called Xiaojing after you get married, can you?

Zhou Zhuojing: Huh?

Xu Zesheng: Wife.