The boss treats me as a brother

Chapter 335 Take the initiative to embrace my little boy
The temperature in Qingcheng is not as muggy as in the imperial capital.

After getting off the plane, Tong Zhuo breathed in the fresh air.

There were already people waiting at the airport to take them back to the top of the cloud.

Jing Chen seemed to have returned to his usual demeanor, dignified and elegant son, as if what happened yesterday never happened at all.

Tong Zhuo, who had been tense all the time, unknowingly relaxed a little after seeing him like this.

A year has passed, and Tong Zhuo has also been promoted from the sophomore to the third year of high school.

After entering the third year of high school, even the specialty classes have to start self-study at night.

Tong Zhuo came home very late every night from self-study, and after returning home, he hardly saw Brother Chen in the villa.

Since the beginning of the third year of high school, Brother Chen has never been to No. [-] Middle School.

It seems that without the dean, the boys and girls in the school are starting to move around.

In just one week, Tong Zhuo saw the boy holding the girl's hand twice.

The school hired two cleaners, aunts.

After entering the third year of high school, the entire third-year group transferred several transfer students from all over the country.

Two special classes were also transferred in, these Tong Zhuo didn't pay much attention, she didn't even know whether the transferred students were male or female.

Perhaps because of his mood, this semester's Tong Xiaoba looks very difficult to mess with.

She is colder than last year.

Every time she went back and saw the empty hall of the villa, her mood was inexplicably depressed.

This has been the case for more than a week.

Brother Chen probably wants to gradually alienate himself, this idea makes Tong Zhuo feel very uncomfortable.

On this day, the driver who came to pick him up was still a middle-aged man with a kind smile. After Tong Zhuo returned to the villa indifferently and listlessly, he was surprised to find that the three brothers were all there in the hall today.

In a daze, Jing Sen had already run over, "Master Zhuo, why don't you go upstairs to persuade Lord Chen?"

Tong Zhuo's heart tightened, "What happened?"

Jing Sen: "Master Chen drank a lot of wine, we three brothers can't persuade him, if you drink any more, Lord Chen's body may not be able to take it."

Tong Zhuo threw away his schoolbag and ran upstairs.

The lights were not turned on in the huge room, and it took Tong Zhuo a moment to get used to the darkness and find the wall light switch.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony were wide open, and there were empty wine bottles everywhere.

The man was wearing a white silk shirt with two buttons undone on his chest. He looked drunk, with his eyes closed, leaning against the wall.

Tong Zhuo slowly knelt down beside him, "Brother Chen."

No response.

But Tong Zhuo could feel the man's sadness and pain from the silent silence.

After a while, Jing Chen slowly half-opened his eyes, those deep red phoenix pupils were bloodshot.

Tong Zhuo only felt distressed for a while, she leaned over slightly, stretched out her arms and hugged him gently.

The next moment, the man suddenly threw away the wine bottle in his hand, and hugged tightly back the little boy who took the initiative to hug him.

At this moment, the suppressed emotions found an outlet, and the emotions he worked so hard to maintain collapsed.

Tong Zhuo could feel the wetness from his shoulders, and he could faintly hear the man's murmur in his ears, "I just realized that my mother didn't die of illness."

Tong Zhuo let him hold him tightly in his arms, it was clearly early autumn, but Tong Zhuo found that his whole body was very cold, so he could not help but hug him tightly, trying to make him warmer.

As time passed by, Tong Zhuo maintained the same posture.

(End of this chapter)