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

Fast forward to next weekend.

Zhou Zhuojing promised Luo Yiming to accompany him home, and started packing his luggage after school.

Half a step away, his mobile phone was placed on the table, and on the screen was Xu Zesheng who was far away in the capital.

Hearing that he was going to S City, Xu Zesheng was silent for a moment, didn't ask any further questions, and only told him to bring a change of clothes and daily necessities, and to go early and return early.

Zhou Zhuojing dug out the mountaineering bag used for travel, and considering that the weather has turned cold recently and the temperature difference between day and night is large, he stuffed two long-sleeved jackets into it.

As he was moving, he suddenly remembered Xu Zesheng who left half a month ago, and looked up at the person on the screen.

Xu Zesheng left in a hurry, and he didn't bring a few clothes, all of which were short-sleeved summer clothes.

Now it’s almost the end of September, and the capital gets cold early, so I’m afraid of catching cold if I wear thin clothes.

"Is it cold over there?" He asked the person across from him worriedly, "I knew I should have asked you to bring more coats."

"It's okay." Xu Zesheng shook his head, "Except for competitions, it's closed training. There are not many opportunities to go out, so don't worry."

After hearing what he said, Zhou Zhuojing couldn't help sighing again.

"When are you coming back?"

"Miss me?" Xu Zesheng had a smile in his eyes. Seeing him holding his face in distress, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Hurry up, next Tuesday's final, the flight that night."

"Really?" Zhou Zhuojing's eyes lighted up, and suddenly asked him in a low voice, "Then... then can I pick you up?"

Xu Zesheng met his pleading eyes, but he was not willing to say no, and only nodded slightly.

The video with Xu Zesheng was too late last night, and the alarm clock rang the next day and Zhou Zhuojing was not woken up at all.

Fortunately, Luo Yiming was impatient, so he came to knock on the door early in the morning, and the continuous ringing of the doorbell directly dragged the dreamer out of bed.

Zhou Zhuojing was drowsy, washed up slowly and ate breakfast, before he finished drinking the milk, Luo Yiming hurriedly dragged him to the airport.

It happened to be noon when we arrived in S City.

As soon as Zhou Zhuojing got off the plane, he couldn't wait to send a message to Xu Zesheng.

Zhou Zhuojing: [picture].jpg

Zhou Zhuojing: [picture].jpg

Zhou Zhuojing: [picture].jpg

Zhou Zhuojing: Does it look good?

A series of photos of clouds that he took on the plane, including a full-body photo of him looking in the mirror before going out.

Xu Zesheng was eating at the moment, and when he saw Zhou Zhuojing's message from the side, he clicked on it, and the corners of his mouth immediately curled up.

He answered quickly, with only a few words.

Xu Zesheng: Look at you.

To see him?

Zhou Zhuojing hesitated for a moment, took advantage of the lack of people, quickly raised his phone, and took a selfie.His movements were too fast, and there was just a gust of wind blowing around him, so the photos were blurred.

Luo Yiming was beside him, and when he saw him taking a selfie, his eyes suddenly became strange.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"Hmm..." Zhou Zhuojing's ears blushed when the selfie was discovered, and he said falteringly, "Check if the hairstyle is messed up."

"Hairstyle?" Luo Yiming frowned even more suspiciously, reached out to touch his tangled hair, and asked, "Where did you get your hairstyle?"

Zhou Zhuojing was dumbfounded by his question, so she simply turned her head away pretending to be stupid, avoiding his attention, and secretly sent a photo with her mobile phone.

Half a moment later, Xu Zesheng saw the photo sent by the other party, his eyes fell on the screen, and he didn't look away for a long time.

In the photo, the teenager tilted his head halfway, his smiling eyes were crooked, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed. He looked a little embarrassed, and tried hard to put on a good-looking pose. His embarrassed expression was cute.

Xu Zesheng brushed Zhou Zhuojing's face lightly with his hand, and suddenly missed it. He hadn't tasted the meat here for a long time.

The Luo family's pick-up team was huge.

Five or six sports cars parked in the garage in unison. The drivers all wore suits and uniforms. When they saw Luo Yiming, they bent down collectively to signal.

"Welcome Master Luo home."

The thick voices of several men echoed several times in the underground garage, causing the passers-by around to look over in surprise, and those who didn't know thought they were filming some mentally handicapped idol drama.

Afraid that he would appear in the headlines of social news tomorrow, Zhou Zhuojing quickly pulled up his mask and covered his face tightly.

Luo Yiming beside him took it for granted, and led him to the long commercial vehicle in the middle without looking sideways, and stopped.

The driver standing by the door immediately opened the door knowingly, only to see a middle-aged woman already sitting in the rear compartment.

The other party was wearing a well-tailored cheongsam, the silk skirt glowed with brilliance, and the elegant embroidery ran from the tail of the skirt to the neckline. Her long hair was slightly rolled up, revealing a palm-sized oval face. There was a faint smile in her eyes. Meaning, the whole person is luxurious yet elegant, decent and generous.

"Mom." Luo Yiming called her excitedly, and introduced the people around him, "He is Zhou Zhuojing."

"Baby." The gentle woman smiled a little bit, raised her eyes to see Zhou Zhuojing, and nodded slightly, "Xiaojing, right? I... I am Yiming's mother."

"Hello, Auntie." Zhou Zhuojing forced out a smile, but he was a little nervous. For some reason, he always felt that there was an inexplicable eagerness in the eyes of women looking at him.

Fortunately, they just met each other briefly, and Luo Yiming pulled him into the sports car behind him.

During the two-hour drive from the airport to Luo's house, Zhou Zhuojing was still talking to Luo Yiming at first, but then he was really sleepy due to the bumps, and fell asleep leaning against the back seat, and was a little confused when he was woken up.

"Brother, I'll go to the back to get my luggage. You can go in with my mother first, okay?"

Luo Yiming seemed to say something to him, and then pushed him towards the woman not far away.

Zhou Zhuojing took a few steps out of the situation, raised his head to meet Luo Yiming's mother, a shock came to his mind, and he turned around as if evading, wanting to leave.

"Auntie, I have a lot of luggage, I'll go and help Yiming."

"Xiao Jing." The woman stopped him without giving him a chance to leave, "Perhaps, I should call you Asheng?"

Zesheng was the name she had chosen for the baby back then, but she unexpectedly became another person by accident.

Zhou Zhuojing was startled, and turned to look at the woman hesitantly.

It turned out that there was no so-called fate at all.

They look alike just because they have the same blood.

"I'm sorry." The woman took a deep breath in pain, "Mom didn't have the courage to stand in front of you until today."

Mother?

Zhou Zhuojing frowned, not understanding what the woman did.

Xu Zesheng suffered a lot of grievances since he was a child.

When he was beaten and scolded by Xu Yi, where was the so-called mother?

Where was the so-called mother when he was forced to work and study and couldn't get enough to eat?

When he was being pursued by usury debts and was restless everywhere, his so-called mother was far away in S city in front of a rich wife, living a stable and luxurious life, and any set of clothes was worth half a month's living expenses!

"I don't recognize an irresponsible mother like you." Zhou Zhuojing gritted his teeth bitterly, thinking of what Xu Zesheng had endured for him, he couldn't help but vent his anger on the woman in front of him. She was born but not raised, what kind of mother is she!

Seeing the hatred in his eyes, the woman turned pale immediately, wanted to explain, but couldn't speak, only tears fell quietly down her cheeks.

Seeing the woman shaking her shoulders and crying, Zhou Zhuojing was afraid of being soft-hearted, so she turned her back and raised her eyes to meet Luo Yiming's complicated gaze.

Luo Yiming held the luggage in both hands, seemed to have listened to the conversation between the two, looked at him, then at the woman behind him, and spoke softly.

"Mom, let me tell my brother about this, okay?"

The author has something to say: be brief today otz

感谢在2021-06-2301:30:51~2021-06-2401:33:10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 of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Mo Yan;

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