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

As school was about to start, Zhou Zhuojing took out his first salary and invited his two older brothers and his newly recognized younger brother Luo Yiming to eat hot pot at home.

He and Xu Zesheng went to a nearby supermarket to buy a mandarin duck pot in advance. One side was full of hot pot base ingredients, and the other side was clear soup. The two had no experience, and they put too much hot pot ingredients, making Luo Yiming so hot that he was looking for milk all over the room.

Zhou Zhuoting, who also tasted the red pot, just silently unbuttoned the first button of his shirt, and casually picked up the cool white open at hand——

Drank the whole glass in one gulp.

"Wok, hiss—he wants to kill someone!" Luo Yiming's mouth was swollen, and his tongue was a little big when he spoke, "It's so spicy, so spicy!"

"Is it very spicy?" Zhou Zhuojing hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his chopsticks to taste the taste of the red pot, but he didn't want to be blocked by two pairs of chopsticks before he caught the food.

"Xiao Jing, don't try." Zhou Zhuoting said, his voice hoarse.

"Aren't you afraid of getting angry?" Xu Zesheng reached out and tapped his chin, which happened to be where the pimples were.

Zhou Zhuojing suddenly thought of the swollen and painful big pimple, shook his head in fear, and said, "Don't eat, don't eat."

At this moment, Zhou Zhuolan, who went downstairs to buy a drink, entered the door, raised his eyes and saw Luo Yiming, and was instantly amused, and couldn't help joking: "The little brat secretly put on lipstick."

Luo Yiming didn't say anything, and immediately rushed into the bathroom to look in the mirror when he realized it. After a while, he came out with a sad face, yelling for Zhou Zhuojing to pay for his handsome face.

"That...Although there is nothing to compensate you, I really prepared a gift for you today." Zhou Zhuojing rubbed his head and finally remembered the purpose of his treat today.

He won a lottery by buying drinks before, and he has a lot of money in his hand. Thinking of commemorating the first time he made money at work, he bought gifts for everyone around him.

He hurried back to the room, leaving behind a few people in the living room, looking at each other, except for Xu Zesheng, who had known about it for a long time, all of them were a little stunned.

"Xiao Jing prepared a gift for us?" Zhou Zhuolan's eyes widened in surprise, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, "Except for my birthday, this is the first time I have received a gift from Xiao Jing."

Zhou Zhuoting paused, trying to pretend to be calm, but followed Zhou Zhuojing into the room disobediently.

Luo Yiming was the most shocked. He obviously did not expect that Zhou Zhuojing had prepared a gift for him. He was so flattered that his eyes were a little moist.

And Zhou Zhuojing came out carrying the gift box, just in time to meet his doggy eyes glowing red, and was a little confused for a while.

"Yiming, why are you crying?"

"Who's crying!" Luo Yiming retorted stiffly, fearing that others would not believe him, his voice became louder, "It's obvious that the hot pot base you bought is too spicy." His eyes were red and his mouth was swollen because of the heat.

He's a man, he won't cry just because he received a gift from his brother.

"I'm sorry." Zhou Zhuojing elongated his tone flatteringly, and then excitedly took out the top gift box, "I bought you a lot of sugar-free cakes, you don't have to worry about getting acne again after eating them."

"Sugar-free...how can a sugar-free cake be delicious!" Although Luo Yiming said so, he took the gift box honestly, "But since you gave me a gift for the first time, I will eat it well over."

Zhou Zhuojing had long been used to his manner of speaking, so he didn't care.The remaining two gifts are for the two brothers of the Zhou family, one is gloves for hand protection, and the other is a pillow that is good for the cervical spine.

It's not surprising to give gloves to the pianist, it's just—

Zhou Zhuoting hugged the pillow in a daze, and for a long time he couldn't figure out what his brother meant.

Even Zhou Zhuolan felt puzzled, and asked him, "Xiao Jing, why did you think of sending brother a pillow."

The few times before going home, Zhou Zhuoting looked very tired, and sometimes his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. As a younger brother, how could Zhou Zhuojing not be worried.

"Of course I hope that brother can sleep well." Zhou Zhuojing said confidently, "From now on, I will sleep for eight hours every day!"

After hearing what he said, Luo Yiming looked down at the small cake he received, and suddenly felt that it was not delicious.So he leaned in front of Zhou Zhuojing, and said in a low voice: "Brother, I am growing up, and I need to sleep more, why don't you give me a pillow."

The small cake is gone after eating, but the pillow can be kept for a long time.

"Next time... next time." Zhou Zhuojing scratched his head again, and said embarrassingly, "By the way, all I give are small gifts, so don't dislike them."

After all, he still has to plan for the rest of his life. Most of the money has been saved, and he dare not squander it at will.

"Who would despise it!" Luo Yiming snorted, "You are so stupid, the gift is more important than the surface value."

It's like he receives gifts from the children of the aristocratic family on his birthday every year, either expensive accessories or limited clothes, shoes and bags, he doesn't like it at all, so he has to smile and thank him.

"Little ghost, treat Xiao Jing better." Zhou Zhuolan sat beside him, raised his hand to pinch his ear, "Speak well to me."

"Ouch!" Luo Yiming screamed in pain. He recognized Zhou Zhuojing as his brother, and he was the youngest brother in the group, so he followed Zhou Zhuojing and called him, "Brother Zhuo Lan, let go, your ears are about to fall off."

"If you drop it, throw it into the hot pot." Zhou Zhuolan deliberately threatened him.

"No, no, no." Luo Yiming quickly waved his hands, "My ears don't taste good, you eat pig ears, you eat pig ears!"

His exaggerated begging made Zhou Zhuojing laugh out loud.

"Brother, don't bully Yiming." He tried to persuade him to fight, "He just has a hard mouth, but his heart is very soft." Otherwise, he would talk of dislike, but he would rescue him time and time again, saving him from the fire and water.

Zhou Zhuolan let go of his hands when he heard the words, and rubbed the kid back.He had a good impression of Luo Yiming, but seeing his duplicity, he couldn't help teasing him twice.

Hearing Zhou Zhuojing's description, Luo Yiming blushed in disbelief, and retorted in a low voice: "Nonsense, it's not very soft." It's just soft to the stupid brother.

A meal lasted until dark.

Zhou Zhuojing sent a few people away, and when he turned around, he met Xu Zesheng with a deep expression on his face.

He hadn't spoken during the meal before, and now he just stared at Zhou Zhuojing without saying a word.

Zhou Zhuojing suddenly felt a little guilty, and he didn't know why, so he could only ask him aloud: "What do you think I am doing?"

"Where's mine?" Xu Zesheng leaned half against the wall and spoke softly.

"Your what?" Zhou Zhuojing lowered his head, pretending he didn't understand.

"It seems that Xiao Jing didn't buy me a gift." Xu Zesheng sighed, turned his back seemingly lowly, and was grabbed by the person behind him before he could lift his foot.

"I bought it." Zhou Zhuojing said in a low voice, just thinking about the gift he prepared for Xu Zesheng, his cheeks became hot, how could he have the nerve to give it out in front of everyone.

After a while, Xu Zesheng picked up the silk black pajamas in the box, his eyes flashed with puzzlement.

"Just a pajamas?"

Zhou Zhuojing stood half a step away, with his hands behind his back, and nodded with a flushed face.

Xu Zesheng was even more confused, it was just an ordinary pajamas, why bother to cover it up and take it out after everyone left.

"You...don't you like it?" Seeing that he didn't move, Zhou Zhuojing blinked, seemingly disappointed.

"No." Xu Zesheng shook his head hastily, "I like it very much."

Just wondering, how could he not like the gift from his little curly hair.

"That's great!" Zhou Zhuojing rolled his eyes with a smile, and happily took out another set of small-size pajamas of the same style from the closet.

Xu Zesheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly came to his senses, no wonder the little guy blushed, it turned out that he secretly bought couple pajamas with him.

"That..." Zhou Zhuojing met his probing eyes, and said seriously, "Actually, it's a shopping mall that buys one and gets one free. I want to save money..."

"Oh?" Xu Zesheng couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he heard him whispering, and repeated, "Buy one get one free?"

"Well, it's buy one get one free!" Zhou Zhuojing nodded affirmatively, but the next sentence revealed his thoughts, "I don't want to buy couple pajamas with you."

Xu Zesheng couldn't help laughing, reluctant to expose him, so he pretended to believe it and nodded.

So, Zhou Zhuolan, who had just arrived home, clicked on Moments and accidentally saw Xu Zesheng's status. Since they exchanged contact information, it was the first time he saw Xu Zesheng's update.

He opened the picture curiously, only to see two teenagers wearing the same pajamas, one tall and one short, standing side by side in front of the sink brushing their teeth, with a simple sentence "newly received pajamas".

Zhou Zhuolan saw the person in the photo at a glance, and was so angry that he wanted to smash his phone.Why did Xiaojing only give him gloves, but secretly wore the same style of pajamas as Xu Zesheng.

He stomped his feet angrily, causing Zhou Zhuoting beside him to look over in bewilderment.

"what are you doing?"

"I hate."

Zhou Zhuolan gritted his teeth and simply turned off the phone, not knowing what to do.

At the same time, Luo Yiming nestled in the room, carefully eating the small cake. The small cake has no sweet taste, but it has a hint of orange fragrance in his mouth. It is fluffy and soft, and it melts in the mouth.

He was still thinking, and was about to disassemble another one, but the phone rang.He glanced down, wiped his hands quickly, and connected the phone.

"Hello? Mom, how are you today?" Different from the past, Luo Yiming's voice was a little excited, "What did Doctor Zhao say?"

"He said there is no major problem, and I'm recovering well." The lady opposite seemed to be infected by his happiness, and she spoke with a smile, "Baby, are you happy today?"

"Yeah." Luo Yiming nodded vigorously into the receiver, "Mom, my brother gave me a gift today. Guess what it is?... You can't guess it! He gave me a box of small cakes. I ate one, it was delicious!"

He shared excitedly, and added something in a low voice after a long time.

"It's like the first time I've received a gift from a friend."

He didn't know how to express since he was a child, and he always gave people the impression of being superior. Although the children of the aristocratic families around called him brothers and sisters, none of them sincerely made friends with him, but it was more like flattery and flattery.

Zhou Zhuojing was different, he would talk loudly to him, and even look anxiously at him; but he still remembered what he liked to eat, and always brought him food, told him to take an umbrella on rainy days, reminded him to add clothes when the temperature dropped, and even gave him special gifts He bought sugar-free cupcakes.

"Mom, brother is fine." Luo Yiming paused, then said softly, "I like him very much."

The author has something to say: I’m a bit nervous about coding lately. I don’t know if you like plain daily life or a refreshing plot. After writing this chapter, I feel a little dull_(:з)∠)_

感谢在2021-06-1923:05:38~2021-06-2023:51:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Sheng Yuanjin;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of left and right; 8 bottles of Lulu; 5 bottles of Jiangshan; 1 bottle of Moyan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!