Divorce tonight, I will turn around and marry a top boss for the second time

Zhou Junjie watched for a long time from outside the door through a crack, but he didn't see Zhou Jinfan touch the tea he had brought him. His heart grew colder as he watched.

Doesn’t my brother like drinking tea?

Why didn’t his brother even take a sip of the tea he gave him?

Could it be that my brother doesn’t like this tea?

Well, that must be the case!

Zhou Junjie was certain in his heart that Zhou Jinfan didn't like this type of tea and that was why he didn't want to drink it. He turned and left. Just as he was thinking about what kind of tea Zhou Jinfan would like to drink, a delicate voice came over.

Jiang Zhuoxia hid her phone behind her back, pretending to be harmless, tilted her head and greeted Zhou Junjie, "Ajie."

Zhou Junjie subconsciously frowned and said impatiently, "Don't call me Ajie."

He glanced at Jiang Zhuoxia with disdain, and quickly walked around her and left.

The smile on Jiang Zhuoxia's face froze awkwardly. She looked at Zhou Junjie's receding back, snorted coldly, and turned to leave the Zhou family.

Zhou Junjie came to Mr. Zhou's study. Just as he was about to step into the study, a stern voice came over: "Knock on the door before entering."

Hearing this, Zhou Junjie hurriedly knocked on the door and walked in only after getting Mr. Zhou's permission.

Zhou Junjie poked his head out from the side of Grandpa Zhou, glanced at the book Grandpa Zhou was reading, and then took the initiative to massage Grandpa Zhou's shoulders.

Mr. Zhou reluctantly put down the book in his hand, turned around and looked at Zhou Junjie, and said lovingly: "Tell me, what's going on this time?"

"Nothing can be hidden from your discerning eyes." Zhou Junjie helped Mr. Zhou sit down and said straight to the point, "I want to ask you for some tea."

Zhou Junjie, who has always been good at having fun, would never touch things like tea. Old man Zhou looked at Zhou Junjie, as if he was confirming whether the person in front of him was his grandson Zhou Junjie.

Zhou Junjie felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Old Man Zhou. He pulled an awkward smile and said, "Grandpa, just give me some."

Grandpa Zhou smiled with relief: "Ajie has really grown up. I'll give it to you. Of course, grandpa will give it to you."

Then, Mr. Zhou gave a look to the person beside him.

After a while, the man came back with a small box.

Zhou Junjie looked at the box and opened it excitedly before Mr. Zhou could speak.

Mr. Zhou patiently explained to Zhou Junjie, "Ah Jie, although this tea is not expensive, it is enough for you to practice."

Not expensive?

Zhou Junjie accurately grasped the key words.

He was used to being raised in the Zhou family and only knew that the more expensive something was, the better it was. He was about to praise the fragrance of the tea, but the next second he looked unhappy when he heard what Old Man Zhou said.

What I give to my brother must be the best!

He threw the remaining tea leaves in his hand onto the tray held by the servant with disgust.

Seeing this, Mr. Zhou looked puzzled: "Hey, Ajie, what are you doing..."

Zhou Junjie sighed and said coquettishly, "Grandpa, actually I'm giving this to a very important friend of mine. He loves drinking tea, so do you... do you have any kind of expensive tea?"

Hearing this, Grandpa Zhou immediately understood. He thought that Ajie liked tea, but he didn't expect that it was given as a gift. He waved his hand helplessly at the servant and said to Zhou Junjie: "Ajie, if it's an important friend, you can bring it home to see. Grandpa also wants to meet your friend."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Junjie's heart skipped a beat.

But there are no particularly important friends, this is all made up by him.

If I really agree to this with grandpa, wouldn’t it be exposed?

Zhou Junjie smiled, walked behind Grandpa Zhou, pinched his shoulders, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, my friend is not convenient to come, but he is really an important friend. Grandpa, please give Ajie a little, not much, just a little."

The strength on the shoulders was neither too strong nor too weak, and it made Mr. Zhou feel comfortable. Facing Zhou Junjie, Mr. Zhou's heart softened.

He smiled helplessly, glanced at the servant beside him, patted Zhou Junjie's hand gently, and said gently: "Ajie, when you go out, you still have to be discerning when making friends."

Zhou Junjie agreed repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Grandpa, you are right, I promise not to make friends with those bad people."

The servant quickly returned with the plate. This time, the texture of the box on the plate looked different from the previous one. Zhou Junjie thought it was a good thing at first glance.

Grandpa Zhou said earnestly, "Ajie, this is tea that Grandpa has treasured for many years. I'm giving you some to give away. When you have the chance, you must bring your friend home to meet him."

Zhou Junjie looked at the box of tea leaves, and just heard the word "collection" said by Mr. Zhou, and forgot the second half of Mr. Zhou's words.

He opened the box and immediately the enticing aroma of tea wafted out.

He happily put the box away and said to Mr. Zhou, "Thank you, Grandpa. I'll be leaving now."

Mr. Zhou nodded helplessly: "Go."

After watching Zhou Junjie leave his sight, Mr. Zhou picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and picked up the book he had not finished reading again.

Zhou Junjie fiddled with it for a long time before he brewed a tea that satisfied him. He carefully held the teacup and walked out the door.

"Second Young Master..." The two servants were interrupted by Zhou Junjie before they could finish their words.

Zhou Junjie pointed to the tea in his hand and said, "Do you smell the fragrance of this tea? This is my grandfather's treasured tea. He specially asked me to bring it to my brother."

Hearing this, the two looked at each other.

Zhou Junjie's eyes lit up, and his hand holding the teacup trembled slightly. He hurriedly urged: "Open the door quickly, I can't hold on any longer."

Seeing this, the two of them quickly opened the door.

Zhou Junjie walked in and saw Zhou Jinfan still reading a book as usual.

He tiptoed over and placed the teacup in front of Zhou Jinfan.

Just by reading the book, Zhou Jinfan could smell a faint scent of tea.

He shifted his gaze, glanced at the teacup, then looked up at Zhou Junjie, who looked embarrassed, and asked, "This tea..."

Zhou Junjie said hurriedly, "I made this tea especially for you, brother. I don't know if it suits your taste."

Zhou Jinfan hesitated for a while, then picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea.

The man's eyes lit up after savoring the tea, and he couldn't help but praise: "This is good tea."

When Zhou Junjie heard this, he was immediately delighted and quickly said, "Brother likes to drink this tea. I will bring this tea to you every day from now on."

As long as my brother likes it, he can keep asking grandpa for it.

Zhou Jinfan's eyes darkened and he put down the teacup in his hand.

Zhou Junjie simply doesn't have this kind of tea.

He looked up at Zhou Junjie and asked, "You got this tea from Grandpa, right? Does he know you brewed it for me?"