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

When Xu Zesheng got home, Zhou Zhuojing was fast asleep.

The night in early autumn was cool, and he was only covered with a thin quilt. He seemed to hear a movement, and the sleeping person turned over slightly, so the thin quilt and the hem of the pajamas lifted a corner, revealing a section of white belly.

Xu Zesheng took off his coat lightly, walked to the bed in a low voice, and stretched out his hand to cover him with a thin quilt.He came back after a long journey, and his hands were still cold, touching Zhou Zhuojing's warm belly, he couldn't hold back, and secretly pinched twice.

Well, not bad.

Gained a little weight.

Xu Zesheng came to a conclusion secretly, and was afraid of waking him up, so he reluctantly withdrew his hand from the quilt.

The final was a day earlier, and he couldn't wait, so he changed his ticket temporarily, packed his luggage in a hurry, and went home to catch the red-eye flight.Seeing Zhou Zhuojing sleeping soundly now, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, his sleepiness was swept away, and it was worth running around again.

The sound of water dripping from the bathroom could be heard, Zhou Zhuojing opened his eyes in a daze, and suddenly sat up in a jerk, trembling with fright.In the middle of the night, the lights in the bathroom suddenly turned on, and there was even a ticking sound inside. No matter how I thought about it, I felt panicked.

He subconsciously half-shrunk into the bed, and pressed the alarm call with trembling hands, but the bathroom door was opened with a bang.

Zhou Zhuojing raised her eyes following the sound, and unexpectedly saw a familiar figure.

Xu Zesheng had just taken a shower, and his hair was still dripping with water. The drops of water flowed down his chest and slipped into the loose shorts under his body along the perfect muscle lines.

Zhou Zhuojing couldn't help but look down at her bulging belly, suddenly a little jealous.

"What are you thinking?" Xu Zesheng looked at his dumbfounded look with a funny face, "You didn't react when you saw me?"

"Xu Zesheng?" Zhou Zhuojing's eyes widened in surprise, then he stretched out his hand to pinch his own face, and immediately cried out in pain, "Aren't I dreaming?"

"It turns out that Xiao Jing often dreams of me." Xu Zesheng raised his eyebrows thoughtfully, and walked up to him a few steps, his eyes fell on his flushed side face, and he said helplessly, "Fool, then What are you trying to do? Doesn't it hurt?"

Zhou Zhuojing was still looking at him steadfastly, and it took a long time before he realized that he opened his arms towards him, wanting to hug him.

Xu Zesheng's heart softened immediately, and he hugged Zhou Zhuojing together with the thin quilt in front of him.

Sensing the temperature from the opponent's body, Zhou Zhuojing was stunned, and suddenly realized that Xu Zesheng hadn't put on his clothes yet, and immediately wanted to push him away.

"Don't move." Xu Zesheng tightened his hands and said in a deep voice, "Let me give you a good hug."

Zhou Zhuojing paused, and whispered in his ear: "You, you go get dressed first."

"Don't Xiao Jing like it?" Xu Ze raised his eyebrows maliciously, deliberately teasing him, "I thought you liked me like this, otherwise why would you just stare at me without blinking your eyes."

Zhou Zhuojing blushed at what he said, instantly angry and ashamed, retorted loudly: "You talk nonsense about me, you talk nonsense about me! I didn't stare at you!"

When Xu Zesheng saw him blowing his hair, his smile was tinged with pampering.

"Okay, I'm going to dry my hair, you go to bed first."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to pull away and leave, but Zhou Zhuojing grabbed him.

"Hold for a while."

Xu Zesheng was a little surprised. His little curly hair was always shy, and he rarely showed his emotions like this.

"I miss you very much." Zhou Zhuojing lay on his neck and said dully, "I miss you very much."

Think about it when you wake up in the morning, think about it when you eat at noon, and think about it before going to bed at night.

24 hours a day, from morning till night, thinking about it all the time.

"Me too." After Xu Zesheng said, he turned his head and kissed the back of Zhou Zhuojing's neck. He had suffered so much from missing him, and staying one more day would be a torment.

Early the next morning, Luo Yiming came to the door with breakfast as usual.

Zhou Zhuojing usually stays in bed and always has to wait for a long time before someone opens the door.

Today was a bit abnormal. He didn't ring the doorbell twice before the door was opened.

Xu Zesheng stood behind the door expressionlessly, looked at him intently, and closed the door neatly.

Before Luo Yiming had time to speak, he heard a "bang", and the door was shut down.

"Xu Zesheng!" He hammered the door angrily, "Open the door for me!"

Xu Zesheng was unmoved, but turned around to meet Zhou Zhuojing with a complicated expression.

After a while, the three sat around the dining table.

Zhou Zhuojing looked left and right, and finally said seriously: "You are not allowed to quarrel in the future."

"There was no quarrel." Xu Zesheng replied quickly.

"I don't care to quarrel with this kind of person." Luo Yiming snorted coldly, "Unlucky!"

"Speak well." Zhou Zhuojing frowned, dissatisfied with the attitude of the two of them, "Shake hands and make peace now, hurry up!"

He pretended to be vicious but he was not. Fortunately, the other two people in the room accepted this, and they couldn't bear to make him angry, so they reluctantly stretched out their hands.

The moment they clasped hands, both of them had smiles on their faces. Only they knew how much strength they used each other, as if they wanted to break each other's hands.

The courses in high school were full, and there was a lot of homework in the liberal arts class. Zhou Zhuojing couldn't finish it every time, so he could only go home with his textbooks and fight until late at night.

He didn't know how to cherish it in the Zhou family before, but now he is out alone, and he still owes the Zhou family's tuition fees, so naturally he can't waste time and rare resources.

Xu Zesheng looked distressed and wanted to persuade him to rest, but he couldn't persuade him, so he had to stay up all night with him.

After September, the weather completely cooled down.

Autumn rain comes quietly with a refreshing chill.

Sitting at the desk, Zhou Zhuojing suddenly sneezed.

Xu Zesheng was reading a book, when he heard the movement, he stood up immediately and put a piece of clothing on him.

"Is it cold?" He touched Zhou Zhuojing's forehead worriedly, "Let's rest tonight."

"No..." Zhou Zhuojing took a deep breath and sneezed heavily in the middle of speaking.

After a while, he covered his face with a tissue, a little embarrassed.

His sneeze came suddenly, not only did he not hold it back, but also brought out a snot bubble, which was really embarrassing.

"Stupid or not." Seeing his embarrassment, Xu Zesheng reached out and rubbed his head, "I won't despise you."

"Hmm..." Zhou Zhuojing turned her head with a blushing face, and said in a low voice, "I'm going to recite politics, don't disturb me."

"Still reciting?" Xu Zesheng shook his head disapprovingly, "If you are sick, you should have a good rest."

Zhou Zhuojing thinks about it too, his head is so heavy, reading books is useless.

So he closed the textbook, climbed onto the bed on his own, and turned to look at the person behind him.

"Are you going to sleep?"

Not long after the two lived together, Xu Zesheng dragged him out to change a bed.

The new bed is not big, it will be enough for two people to lie down, and there will be no more affluence.

Xu Zesheng saw that he was sleeping obediently in bed, he didn't care about mathematics, physics and chemistry, so he stuffed the book and turned off the light.

It was rare to go to bed early, he hugged the person in the bed, and suddenly felt a little grateful for the sudden autumn rain.

The other party's embrace was hot, and Zhou Zhuojing shyly found a comfortable position in his embrace, said goodnight softly, and closed his eyes.

Xu Zesheng hesitated for a moment, lowered his head, and wanted to ask for a goodnight kiss as usual, but Zhou Zhuojing covered his mouth with his hand first.

"You can't kiss when you have a cold." He closed his eyes and muttered, "It will be contagious."

"No." Xu Zesheng quickly grabbed his hand, and opened his mouth to talk nonsense, "Kiss gets better soon."

"Huh?" Zhou Zhuojing half-opened his eyes and gave him a reproachful look.

Xu Zesheng received a lazy glance from him, and immediately calmed down, he just lowered his head and rubbed back and forth on his neck.

"When is it good to have a cold." He said pretending to be wronged, "I don't like colds."

Zhou Zhuojing laughed lightly, and reached out to stroke the back of his head.

"Xu Zesheng, are you acting like a baby?"

"Yeah." Without outsiders present, Xu Zesheng didn't have the slightest cold appearance in the past, so he simply played around, "The cold bullied me."

"Why did the cold bully you?" Zhou Zhuojing was amused by him, "You are clearly bullying me, okay?"

"Bullying you is bullying me." Xu Zesheng said bitterly, "I hate colds."

Zhou Zhuojing didn't hold back anymore, and raised his hand to pinch the tip of the opponent's nose.

"Why are you getting more and more childish?"

Xu Zesheng didn't answer him, but silently tightened his arms around his waist, saying that a child who can cry has milk to drink, and an immature man has a wife who loves him.

I thought it was just an ordinary cold, but Zhou Zhuojing's throat was so sore that he couldn't speak the next day, and his nose was running non-stop.

After the autumn rain, the temperature dropped a few degrees, and the students all put on thick sweaters.

When Zhou Zhuojing appeared at the door of the classroom wrapped in a cotton coat, it still attracted the attention of many people.

"Zhou Zhuojing, you are too stupid." Feng Li gave him a disgusted look, "Those who don't know think it's winter."

After clarifying the matter, Zhou Zhuojing followed Feng Li to find the girl who dropped out of school.The girl's name was Han Shuangshuang, and she was introverted and sensitive. When she saw Zhou Zhuojing, her eyes were mixed with surprise and fear, and she even couldn't believe it.

Seeing her like this, Zhou Zhuojing felt ashamed and sad, explained the ins and outs, and said sorry several times.I don't know if it was his illusion, but when he said that he had never seen the love letter, a trace of relief flashed across Han Shuangshuang's face.

Although it was not his fault, Han Shuangshuang was an innocent victim. He visited her several times later to make sure that her condition had improved, and he was relieved when she gradually picked up her textbooks.

After coming and going, Feng Li also looked at him with admiration. Their seats were already close to each other, and they talked more often.

At this moment Zhou Zhuojing shivered, nestled in his seat and said in a subdued voice: "I have a cold."

"No wonder your boyfriend kindly sent you to the door of the classroom today." The person who spoke was a boy from the same camp as Feng Li. His name was Li Dechang. Gossip is a handsome guy who is nympho.

The boyfriend in his words refers to Xu Zesheng.

For some reason, this man only met Xu Zesheng once to pick him up from school, and he insisted that Xu Zesheng was his boyfriend, no matter how much he denied it, he would not change his words.

"No, it's not." Zhou Zhuojing wanted to refute habitually, but his throat was so sore that it was difficult to speak.

"Okay, don't bully the patients." Feng Li blocked Li Dechang's words with a rare sense of loyalty for Zhou Zhuojing, then lowered her voice, and said furtively, "Have you heard? Our school will have a school sports meeting next month." .”

Zhou Zhuojing was not interested, he was a passer in sports, and at most he would be a cheering spectator in the school sports meeting.Li Dechang next to him was obviously not too cold, so he lowered his head and played with his mobile phone.

"Hey, what's your attitude?" Feng Li said angrily, "Did you forget that there are only a few boys in our class!"

The number of boys in the liberal arts class is small, but the school sports meeting is divided into men and women.

"No way?" Zhou Zhuojing reacted belatedly, snapped his fingers, spread over a dozen sports events on the heads of the boys, wouldn't it be that everyone had to wear several hats.

"Ah!" Li Dechang also yelled angrily, "I hate running the most!"

At noon that day, Xu Zesheng sat down in front of Zhou Zhuojing with a plate in his hand, but when he wanted to talk, he saw the other party frowning sullenly, sighing and sighing.

"Is it very uncomfortable?" Xu Zesheng touched his forehead worriedly, "If you feel uncomfortable, please take half a day off."

"Not this." Zhou Zhuojing shook his head, then said again, "Did you know that the school will hold a sports meeting?"

Xu Zesheng couldn't see what he was thinking, so he just nodded in agreement.

"There are only four boys in our class." Zhou Zhuojing clapped his palms together, "Today everyone will come to the stage and draw lots to decide the events of the competition."

"Draw lots?" Xu Zesheng frowned, then asked him, "What did you draw?"

"Hmm..." At this point, Zhou Zhuojing was crying. Ordinary events were fine, but he picked some weird ones, "Shot put and hurdles."

Xu thought of Zhou Zhuojing's shot put, Xu Zesheng held back his smile, and patted his head across the dining table.

"It doesn't matter, the important thing is to participate."

Zhou Zhuojing kicked him under the table sadly, his words were nice, did he really think he didn't see him laughing so hard that his shoulders were shaking!

At this moment, Luo Yiming squeezed beside Zhou Zhuojing and sat down.

He seemed to have heard the conversation between the two, and asked curiously, "What's important about participation?"

"I don't want to say it." Zhou Zhuojing lowered his head and kicked Xu Zesheng again, "Say it."

"Your brother signed up for the shot put and hurdles for the school sports meeting." Xu Zesheng said solemnly, "Don't forget to cheer him on then."

"Hurdling?" Luo Yiming opened his eyes wide in shock, glanced at his brother's legs, and subconsciously said, "But the hurdle is very high."

The meaning in his words was obvious, and Zhou Zhuojing blushed instantly.

The kid Luo Yiming is obviously two years younger than him, but he is taller than him, and now he still despises him for being short, and doesn't think of him as an older brother.

"Don't worry, I will definitely step over!" Zhou Zhuojing gritted his teeth bitterly, and his hoarse voice became much clearer.

In the middle of the night that day, Xu Zesheng woke up from his sleep and reached out to the people around him, but he didn't want to, but found nothing.

He was so startled that he couldn't sleep at all, but when he sat up, he saw the light in the kitchen.

What is Xiao Jing doing in the kitchen at this time?

He got up suspiciously, walked carefully to the kitchen door, and looked around.

I saw Zhou Zhuojing sitting next to the refrigerator, drinking tons of milk in his hand.

Half a catty of milk had bottomed out in an instant, he hiccupped, reached out to touch his round belly, and murmured in a comforting and hypnotic way.

"Xiao Jing must grow taller."