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

It was exactly as Xu Zesheng said.

Zhou Zhuolan stared at the nervous and guilty little curly hair on the opposite side of the screen, not even a little sullen.

"I'm sorry, second brother." Zhou Zhuojing leaned in front of the camera pitifully, his small wet eyes were like a puppy who pleases his master, "I shouldn't have said those words."

"Do you still want to leave in the future?" Zhou Zhuolan rubbed his little head on the screen with his fingers, "Little heartless."

"In the future..." Zhou Zhuojing blinked hesitantly, his voice lowered and lowered, "I won't leave... let's go."

"Bar?"

"Don't leave, don't leave."

Zhou Zhuojing was afraid of irritating Zhou Zhuolan again, so he said several times, shaking his head from side to side.Unexpectedly, the red marks left on his cheeks all day were clearly visible under the magnification of the mobile phone camera.

"Little Jing." Zhou Zhuolan frowned, staring at his profile, "What's wrong with your face?"

"Huh?" Zhou Zhuojing touched his face blankly and realized, "Maybe I was bitten by a bug last night."

insect?

Where did such a big-mouthed bug come from!

Zhou Zhuolan looked at her innocent younger brother, and was so angry that she wanted to rush out of the screen and hit someone.

At this moment, Xu Zesheng came out of the bathroom and happened to pass behind Zhou Zhuojing.

"Little Jing." Zhou Zhuolan forced a smile and said, "It's getting late, brother wants to rest, can you give me a goodnight kiss?"

His request is a bit strange.

Zhou Zhuojing frowned, thinking that it would be okay to kiss him through the screen, so he nodded in agreement.

"Second brother, good night." After he finished speaking, he pouted at the camera, "Boom~"

"Good night, Xiao Jing."

Zhou Zhuolan hung up the phone in satisfaction, thinking of Xu Zesheng's deflated appearance, he suddenly felt better.

And Zhou Zhuojing put down the phone, just turned his head when Xu Zesheng clasped his hands and pressed against the wall.

"you you……"

With his back against the wall, Zhou Zhuojing raised his eyes to look at Xu Zesheng who was approaching constantly, but couldn't speak well.

"Zhou Zhuojing." Xu Zesheng's face was not very good, and he called him by his first name.

"What... what's wrong?"

Zhou Zhuojing shrank his head, the distance between the two was too close, he could even feel the hot air from Xu Zesheng's breathing.

"Why did you kiss him just now?" After Xu Zesheng questioned, he buried his head into his neck in frustration, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm so jealous."

"But... my brother is my brother."

Zhou Zhuojing faltered to explain, his hands timidly covering his chest, and his whole body was too tense to move.

"Huh?" Xu Zesheng pondered, "How do I remember, someone seemed to say that they want me to be an older brother?"

"Hmm..." Zhou Zhuojing made a bitter face, and explained guiltily, "It's different, you are different from your brother."

"What's the difference?"

where?

Zhou Zhuojing blinked blankly, unable to answer.

"Forget it." Xu Zesheng couldn't help him, stepped back a few steps, rubbed his head, "Hurry up and take a bath."

Zhou Zhuojing hesitated for a moment, picked up the change of clothes, and rushed into the bathroom as if fleeing.

Just before closing the door, he paused and whispered, "You are different, you are a brother who can kiss on the cheek."

A brother who can kiss on the cheek?

Xu Zesheng smiled and shook his head.

His young master was protected too well, he didn't understand love, and when his relationship changed, he only wanted to escape.

Well, it's still a long time.

Don't be in a hurry for a while.

On the other side, Zhou Zhuojing hurriedly closed the door, blushing hot.

He felt himself getting weird.

As soon as Xu Zesheng approached, he couldn't help but feel hot all over his body.

Could it be said that a cannon fodder like him can't escape the charm of all people.

Thinking of the bosses who appeared later in the dream, Zhou Zhuojing hastily washed his face with cold water.He raised his head, looked at himself in the mirror, and patted his face resentfully.

Zhou Zhuojing, Zhou Zhuojing.

Don't like him too much.

Otherwise, the person who will be injured in the future must be you.

Xu Zesheng was sitting on the bed with a book in his hands, looking through it while waiting for the owner of the room, but he didn't know that in just a few minutes, he was dragged into the blacklist by his sweetheart.

After a while, Zhou Zhuojing came out of the bathroom and walked up to Xu Zesheng cautiously.

"Tonight, let's sleep separately. Anyway, there are a lot of quilts at home."

"Separate?" Xu Zesheng raised his head and asked him with deep eyes, "Why do you suddenly want to sleep separately?"

"It's just..." Zhou Zhuojing's ears began to turn red, and his eyes also became erratic, "I don't sleep well, and I still beat people in my dreams. I'm afraid it will affect you."

"Beating people in dreams?" Xu Zesheng raised his eyebrows, and the interest in his eyes grew a little bit.

"Yes." Zhou Zhuojing insisted, "So we sleep separately."

When he said to sleep separately, he added a quilt, and one person slept on the left and the other on the right, so that the well water does not interfere with the river water.

Xu Zesheng looked at him for a while, didn't continue to ask questions, just nodded and said "OK".

His attitude was straightforward, but Zhou Zhuojing became suspicious.

Fortunately, when it came time to turn off the lights, Xu Zesheng didn't intend to cross the distance.

Zhou Zhuojing clenched the corner of the quilt tightly, looked up at the dark ceiling, couldn't help but peeked at the next door, feeling a little uncomfortable.

He was obviously the one who suggested it, but Xu Zesheng agreed so readily, and he was disappointed again.

Before he could think about it, there was movement next to him.

Xu Zesheng turned over and hugged him into his arms.

"sleep."

"Xu Zesheng." Zhou Zhuojing exclaimed his name, "Didn't you say we could sleep separately?"

"Ok?"

"You promised."

"What you promise when you're awake won't count when you're asleep."

"It doesn't count if you're asleep." Zhou Zhuojing pushed him twice, but didn't push, "You're very awake now!"

"Not awake." Xu Zesheng rubbed his head, "Talking in sleep."

The warmth spread all over his body, and Zhou Zhuojing's hands covering his chest softened.

"Forget about today." He whispered, "Start tomorrow."

"Okay." Xu Zesheng tightened his hands and said with a low smile, "Good night."

Anyway, there is still a dream to do tomorrow.