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

The spacious living room is brightly lit. A middle-aged couple is sitting in the middle of the sofa, smiling and talking to the young man beside them. The picture is harmonious.

Zhou Zhuojing came home from study at night, and this was what he saw when he entered the door.He subconsciously took two steps back, wanting to leave, but he heard Zhou Zhuoting call his name.

"Xiao Jing, come and sit down."

He pursed his lips, and the hand holding the shoulder bag strap turned white with force——

Zhou's parents, his nominal parents are back.

Ever since Zhou Zhuoting took over the business, the Zhou family and his wife have been living abroad.When they left, Zhou Zhuojing was still in elementary school, so he didn't have a deep impression of his parents, only vaguely felt...his father didn't like him very much.

It's not a conjecture that came out of thin air.

It's just that Zhou's father was too obvious.

He still remembers that when he was in elementary school, he won the grand prize in the painting competition, and went home excitedly with the medal. His mother praised him for being amazing, and his two older brothers also praised him as a future painter. His studies were poor, and he never moved his brush again.

Another time, there was a banquet at home, and his father locked him in the room and prevented him from attending.The little one lay on the back of the door, listening to his mother's persuasion, but his father remained indifferent throughout the whole process, and at the end he only said "he is different from Zhuo Ting and the others".

Yes.

He was different from his two older brothers since childhood.

The elder brothers are talented and intelligent, and their grades have always been among the best, but he has a stupid head and always spends more time and energy studying.

There is nothing wrong with fathers favoring intelligent sons.

He can understand, but he is also timid, as if every time he stands in front of his father, he is a complete loser.

Zhou Zhuojing couldn't help thinking of Xu Zesheng.

If the father knows that his own child is always the first in grade and is the best in the school, he must be very relieved.

"Little Jing, what are you thinking?" Zhou's mother walked up to Zhou Zhuojing at some point, and gently rubbed his hair, "Why are you not happy seeing your parents at all?"

Zhou Zhuojing put away his thoughts and looked at the woman in front of him.Zhou's mother was wearing a light pink knitted home dress, her long hair was tied behind her head, leaving only a few strands of slightly curly hair on the side of her face, she was smiling, and her eyes were full of kindness.

He saw his nose sore, turned his head, and called out in a muffled voice, "Mom."

"Stupid boy." Zhou's mother shook her head helplessly, her words were very doting, "Unknowingly, Xiao Jing has grown into an adult, why is the man still crying?"

"I didn't shed any tears." Zhou Zhuojing hung his head and wiped his face carelessly, "I'm so happy to see my mother."

He couldn't help thinking that this might be the last time he would call his mother.This counterfeit himself has occupied other people's mothers for more than ten years. When Xu Zesheng returns to Zhou's house, he will have no face to call him mother.

Zhou's mother didn't know what was going on in his heart, she just happily pulled him to the sofa, and held his face carefully.

"Xiaojing looks more and more beautiful the longer she grows." Zhou's mother said, turning her head to look at Zhou's father, "Fortunately, I don't look like you, lest I have a sullen face at a young age, like a little old man."

Her words made Zhou Zhuojing's heart go cold.

He is not a child of the Zhou family at all, so how could he look like Zhou's father.

"What's wrong with looking like me?" Father Zhou raised his eyebrows, glanced at Zhou Zhuojing, and snorted coldly, "I don't cut my hair so long, I look like a girl."

"What are you talking about!" Zhou's mother immediately gave Zhou's father a glance, and then comforted Zhou Zhuojing, "Don't pay attention to your father, I can't hold back a few good words for a long time, what's wrong with being like a little girl, she is so white and tender, so cute !"

Sitting aside, Zhou Zhuoting nodded in agreement.

Zhou Zhuojing was embarrassed, glanced at Father Zhou secretly, then stroked his hair, thinking about taking time to cut his hair tomorrow.

Zhou's mother hadn't seen her children for a long time, and she dragged her two sons to talk about it late into the night.It wasn't until Zhou Zhuoting reminded her that Zhou Zhuojing had to go to school tomorrow morning that she put away the chatterbox and asked them to go back to their room to rest.

Zhou Zhuojing followed Zhou Zhuoting upstairs, and when they came to the door of the room, the people in front stopped.

"Brother." Zhou Zhuojing looked at him puzzled, "Do you have something to tell me?"

"Xiao Jing." He pondered for a moment, "Don't take what Dad said to you."

Zhou Zhuojing was taken aback, but Zhou Zhuoting didn't expect Zhou Zhuoting to notice his depression at the first time.

It was the same in the past, whenever he was criticized by Zhou's father and when he was in a bad mood, Zhou Zhuoting would come to him with two candies, and he could coax him every time.

"Brother, I don't." He shook his head, pretending to be relaxed and said, "The hair is indeed a bit long, and it hurts my eyes too."

"You want to lie to me?" Zhou Zhuoting heaved a long sigh, "You have always cared about your father's evaluation since you were a child."

How can you not care.

He also tried very hard to be the son his father liked.

"elder brother……"

Zhou Zhuojing wanted to speak, but his eyes dimmed.

The person in front of him bowed his body to cover the glare of the light, and then the heat fell on the top of his hair.

"I'm sorry, brother didn't prepare candy this time." Zhou Zhuoting's deep voice rang in his ears, "but brother wants to tell Xiao Jing that you will always be the best child in my heart."

Zhou Zhuojing didn't come back to his senses for a long time, lying on the bed before going to bed, Zhou Zhuoting's comforting words were still in his mind.

He tossed and turned, and finally took out his phone.At night, he secretly handed Xu Zesheng his old cell phone. Why hasn't that person responded until now? Maybe it's because he didn't find out.

Thinking of this, he clicked on Xu Zesheng's dialog box.

Zhou Zhuojing: Poke a poke

Zhou Zhuojing: Did you go back and open your schoolbag today?

Xu Zesheng's status quickly changed to typing, and within a short while, he replied the message.

Xu Zesheng: Open.

At this time, Xu Zesheng was also somewhat conflicted. He didn't want to accept Zhou Zhuojing's gift, and he didn't know how to refuse it. After all, the young master of the Zhou family loved red eyes, and his aggrieved appearance made him feel distressed.

He deleted and typed, went back and forth several times, and before he could figure out the words, he received a long list of messages from Zhou Zhuojing.

Zhou Zhuojing: Don't give it back to me!

Zhou Zhuojing: You don’t need your old mobile phone, it’s useless if you’re idle

Zhou Zhuojing: Rejecting my gift means not liking me

Zhou Zhuojing: Xu Zesheng, do you want to hate me?

Xu Zesheng was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile, how could he not like it, maybe he liked it too much.

Zhou Zhuojing: That's right, that's right.

Zhou Zhuojing: You remember to help me play games

Zhou Zhuojing: It's the little game that comes with the phone, and I'm still more than 300 levels away from clearing it!

Xu Zesheng couldn't laugh or cry, he couldn't say the rejection, he could only agree with "yes".

Zhou Zhuojing: It's so late, are you still awake?

Xu Zesheng: I also want to ask you this question.

Zhou Zhuojing: I'm going to sleep

Zhou Zhuojing yawned. For some reason, he felt much more relaxed after chatting with Xu Zesheng.

Xu Zesheng: Okay, good night.

Xu Zesheng: See you tomorrow.

Zhou Zhuojing: Good night~

Looking at the dialog box that ended abruptly, Xu Zesheng was stunned for a while, then took out Zhou Zhuojing's old mobile phone from the gift box.

Zhou Zhuojing made a hasty decision, and the things in the phone have not been deleted.Xu Zesheng opened the photo album, and what he saw were his travel photos.

The boy was standing by the sea wearing a tank top and shorts. He was flushed by the sun, his hair was fluttering in the wind, his face was facing the camera, his smile was so bright that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

Xu Zesheng paused for a while on his face with his fingers, and finally turned off the phone suddenly.He rubbed the space between his brows and thought bitterly that he might not be able to sleep well tonight.

The author has something to say:

Zhou Zhuojing: Why can't I sleep well?

Xu Zesheng: I can dream.

Zhou Zhuojing: What dream?

Xu Zesheng: A very tiring and comfortable dream.

Zhou Zhuojing:? ? ?