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

Early the next morning, the sun shone into the hotel room through the gauze curtain.

Xu Zesheng opened his eyes, facing the dazzling sunlight, he couldn't help frowning.

The little curly hair in his arms was still sleeping soundly, so he withdrew his hand lightly, fearing to disturb the sleeping person, walked around the bed and pulled down the dark shade curtain.

The originally bright room instantly became dark, like it was late at night.

Xu Zesheng turned his head and looked at the person curled up in the bed, his eyes softened instantly, the fundus of his eyes were so soft that water could be squeezed out.

He still remembers the first time the two met.

He was still in elementary school at the time, and because Xu Yi was addicted to gambling, he always owed money and would not pay it back. The loan sharks often came to him, trying to use his son to force Xu Yi to pay back the money.Once Xu Yi refused to pay back the money, and he was blocked by a group of strong men in the alley outside the school to vent his anger. He couldn't stand the beating at a young age, and his white school uniform was stained with moss on the wall, black and sticky, and limp. He was like a puddle of mud on the ground.

At this moment, Zhou Zhuojing descended in front of him like a savior.

In fact, the savior was also very scared, his legs were trembling, but when he saw him who was seriously injured on the ground, the other party straightened his back for a moment, and loudly stopped the violent man.

"Don't hit him, I can pay him back."

The timid yet firm voice of the child is still remembered in Xu Zesheng's mind, as if the darkness that had shrouded him all year round suddenly opened a hole, Zhou Zhuojing poked his head out of the crack, and stretched out his hand to him, and behind the hole was a scene he had never seen before. The light seen.

Everyone yearns for light, and he is no exception.

After that, he hid in the dark every day, secretly observing Zhou Zhuojing's every move.Until one day, he saw the group of loan sharks put Zhou Zhuojing in a sack and stuffed it into the van.

For the first time, Xu Zesheng suspected that he might be the catastrophe in the mouth of his neighbor's aunt, and everyone who came close to him would become unlucky.He chased the car frantically, but his two legs couldn't keep up with the four-wheeled car. In just a few minutes, the van was hidden in the vast traffic.

So he went back to the school to find his teacher. He vaguely knew Zhou Zhuojing's name, but he just mentioned it to the teacher, and she was shocked and frantically called the school.

Xu Zesheng didn't know much about what happened afterwards, but he saw Zhou Zhuojing again, but the other party was in a rest home in the suburbs.

The school asked them to volunteer outside in the summer, and he was randomly assigned to this nursing home.Through the fence, he saw Zhou Zhuojing sitting quietly in the middle of the lawn, holding a picture book in his hand, letting the children around him laugh and laugh, but he also remained motionless, peaceful and beautiful.

Then he was like an addict.

The round-trip ticket was expensive, so he ran along the main road, the trip took two hours, but as soon as he saw Zhou Zhuojing, he felt tired and hot.

At that time, he didn't know what liking was.

He only looked at the person in the fence from a distance, and had unrealistic thoughts in his heart, it would be great if that person could belong to him alone.

Xu Zesheng pursed his lips and stopped thinking.

He walked back to the bed in a few steps, and just as he pulled up the corner of the quilt, he heard a sound from outside the door.

It was still early, who would be so disappointing and disturb his sweet dreams for no reason.

Xu Zesheng's face darkened almost instantly, and before Zhou Zhuojing was woken up, he walked quickly to the door.

The moment the door was opened, Luo Yiming's hand was still raised in the air.

He stared fixedly at the people in the room for a while, then took two steps back to confirm the room number, and immediately became furious.

"Why are you here?!"

"Shut up." Xu Zesheng said with a cold face, "Xiao Jing is still sleeping."

"You, you, you!" Luo Yiming pointed tremblingly at Xu Zesheng, trembling as he spoke, "You shared the bed with Zhou Zhuojing last night?"

"Huh?" Xu Zesheng half-raised his eyebrows, "What's your opinion?"

"You have no blood relationship, how can it be!" Luo Yiming stomped his feet angrily, "Hurry up and come out! An orphan, what does he look like!"

"Quiet." Xu Zesheng reiterated again, wanting to speak but listened to the question coming from behind him.

Zhou Zhuojing was obviously still asleep, and he spoke in a long voice, softly as if acting like a baby.

"Xu Zesheng, what are you doing? Is there someone knocking on the door?"

Xu Zesheng was stunned for a moment, and before Luo Yiming could answer, he slammed the door behind him.

He lied without blushing and said flatly, "Room service."

"Hmm..." Zhou Zhuojing scratched his head, his drowsiness dissipated a lot, he slowly rubbed to the end of the bed, stretched his head to look at Xu Zesheng at the door, the nightgown on his body had long been out of shape, the neckline was wide open to reveal half of his shoulders, but he Without knowing it, she complained in a low voice, "It's so early to clean up."

Xu Zesheng swallowed calmly, strode forward, stretched out his hand to straighten his nightgown, and wanted to answer, but someone slammed the door of the room.

"Zhou Zhuojing, open the door for me, who will do the cleaning!"

Luo Yiming's irritable voice resounded in the corridor of the hotel, Zhou Zhuojing raised his head, and blinked at the innocent looking Xu Zesheng.

After a while, Xu Zesheng opened the door again.

Luo Yiming played two rounds of the game, and his mood was even worse. He entered the door like a machine gun beeping indiscriminately.

"What are you doing? Does it take so long to open the door? There isn't even a chair outside, do you know how tired I am standing all the time?"

Xu Zesheng turned a deaf ear, walked to the bed, saw Zhou Zhuojing clumsily putting on his shoes, he couldn't help but squatted down, and carefully tied his shoelaces.

Luo Yiming babbled for a long time but no one responded, and he was even more angry.

"Are any of you listening to me! Zhou Zhuojing, why did this man appear in your room? What did you do behind my back last night? You..."

Halfway through his words, he watched Xu Zesheng half-raised his head and kissed Zhou Zhuojing's forehead affectionately.

"Ah!" Luo Yiming screamed, the noise made people's ears hurt, "I'm blind, I'm blind!"

Zhou Zhuojing blocked his ears unbearably disturbed, and protested weakly: "Keep your voice down, otherwise we will be complained by the next room."

"Why should I whisper!" Luo Yiming blushed and jumped, "He just kissed you, he kissed you!"

Any questions?

Zhou Zhuojing tilted his head, not understanding his radical behavior.

Xu Zesheng pretended that he didn't exist as soon as he entered the door, and even asked Zhou Zhuojing in a low voice if he wanted to have breakfast.

Luo Yiming was a child after all, he had never been stimulated like this before, and after being astonished, he turned to the corner alone, as if he was in deep thought.

That night, Luo Yiming depressedly answered his mother's call.

"Honey, have you seen your brother?"

"Meet mom."

His tone was a little low, and the woman on the other side asked worriedly.

"Did something happen?"

Luo Yiming paused, recalling the intimacy he encountered during the day, and wrinkled his face in great pain.

"Mom, our Chinese cabbage was kicked by a pig!"

The author has something to say:

Luo Yiming: I will give you 500 million to leave my brother!