The landlord fools me every day

Chapter 55

Yang's President's Office.

As soon as he entered, Yang Zekui saw Zhang Zhushi who was sitting on a swivel chair leisurely staring at the photos on the table.

He stepped forward a few steps away from Zhang Zhushi's naked/naked gaze: "Why are you here?!"

"What?" Zhang Zhushi asked with a chuckle when he heard the voice turned his head, "Can't I be here?"

Realizing that he was a little too excited, Yang Zekui gave a dry cough, covered his nose with his hand, "No... But, if you are seen by others, you will be easily gossiped about."

Yang Zekui, who reminded Zhang Zhushi with a good voice, frowned suddenly after getting a mocking smile from the person on the chair.

He straightened up and clenched his fists secretly: "Get out, this is not where you should come."

I saw that the person in front of me stood up slowly, then approached Yang Zekui, and pushed him to the sofa next to him a little bit: "Mr. Yang, isn't this more exciting?"

Not a moment later, Yang Zekui, who had already landed on the sofa, clenched his fists and pushed him away with all his strength: "Zhang Zhushi! Don't do this! Can you be normal?!"

"Normal?" Zhang Zhushi half-closed his eyes in doubt, as if he had heard a joke, "Everyone just gets what they need, what's wrong?"

As soon as the words fell, before Yang Zekui could say anything else, Zhang Zhushi forced himself to kiss him without saying anything.

After a while, Zhang Zhushi reluctantly let Yang Zekui go when the sweet and greasy fragrance spread to the whole office.

He sat up, picked up the messy clothes on the ground and began to put them on. After finishing, he didn't look at Yang Zekui behind who was forced to cry.

After sitting in Yang Zekui's president's chair for the second time, Zhang Zhushi, who had unbuttoned several pieces of his shirt and revealed the graceful neckline, leaned there and asked lazily, "Mr. Yang, given your current situation, it's okay if I sit down Big deal, right?"

Yang Zekui on the sofa couldn't hear the connection between these two things at all, but only heard the strong irony in Zhang Zhushi's words.

He forced himself to calm down, pulled off the clothes on the ground to barely cover his body, and then said coldly: "Zhang Zhushi, don't do it again, or I will really feel that I don't know you."

Zhang Zhushi's eyes darkened when he heard the sound and turned his gaze to him.

He snorted and turned his head to cover up the turmoil in his heart: "Tch, I've always been like this, whether you like to know me or not."

After speaking, he picked up the photo frame on the table, glanced at it with disdain, and then threw it away.

But as soon as he let go, Yang Zekui hugged the photo frame nervously like a baby.

"What are you doing?!" The corners of his eyes were scarlet, as if Zhang Zhushi had violated one of his taboos and was angry.

Zhang Zhushi, who was stunned by the yelling for a moment, couldn't help blinking, and then said speechlessly: "Please, I'm the one up there, okay? I can throw it away if I want to, can you control me!"

"Then there's me on it!" Yang Zekui was not weak at all, "You don't have the right to throw it!"

Zhang Zhushi was even more speechless: "I'm not qualified?"

He asked back funnyly, and then he was going to grab the photo frame: "I want to let you see if I am qualified!"

After snatching for a long time, there was a long stalemate. Zhang Zhushi, who was somewhat impatient with Yang Zekui, rolled his eyes, quickly overturned the original idea in his mind, and figured out a more interesting proof method in his opinion.

He let go of Yang Zekui's hand and got up from him.

Then, he smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Yang, I was too offended just now. In order to make up for you, let me treat you to dinner tonight? The specific time and place are up to you, how about it? "

Yang Zekui, who didn't know what kind of medicine Zhang Zhushi sold in the gourd that changed his face so quickly, slowed down his breathing.

After looking at each other for a long time, he nodded: "Just don't mess around."

"Of course not~" Zhang Zhushi assured him with a smile.

After he left, Yang Zekui, who was slumped on the chair alone and let himself go, suddenly raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

He knew that he would not change.

"If you lose your memory..." How to recover?

While thinking, he cast his eyes on many sofas where traces of intimacy with Zhang Zhushi were left, and his face couldn't help but burn.

In the evening, Yang Zekui, who chose a random restaurant by the side of the road, looked at the people beside him and asked, "What's the matter? Aren't you going in?"

Zhang Zhu, who didn't know what he was thinking, was pulled back to God: "Oh, go in."

The restaurant is not very big, but the dishes are still very rich, and the environment is kept very clean.

After asking for a private room and simply ordering a few dishes, the two started the meal.

On the way, Zhang Zhushi quietly glanced at Yang Zekui several times, but didn't speak.

After being caught several times by Yang Zekui, he finally seemed to be unable to bear it anymore.

He moved closer to Yang Zekui who was several places away from him, and asked coldly, "Why are you so far away from me?"

Yang Zekui stammered: "Because, because... because it's hot, it's too hot to sit too close."

"..." Hearing the sound, Zhang Zhushi silently turned his head to look at the air conditioner blowing behind Yang Zekui's left, feeling quite speechless, "If you don't come over, then I'll just sit there."

Then, after voluntarily narrowing the distance with Yang Zekui, he started to joke again: "Mr. Yang, you didn't say you were hot when you were at a negative distance, but now you call it hot at this distance?"

"Pfft!" Yang Zekui, who was drinking a drink, couldn't hold back, and sprayed Zhang Zhushi all over.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down in a shallow circle, and then fixed his eyes on the man with a handsome face in a panic: "You boy..."

When the words came out, Yang Zekui even smiled.

Moreover, the more he laughed, the more he couldn't stop, and finally he bent down while covering his stomach and concentrated on laughing.

"Hahaha! You look like this hahaha! You look like you were in high school, hahaha!"

Yang Zekui, who was about to twitch from laughing, laughed and said these words haha, really made Zhang Zhushi want to punch this guy hard.

However, considering the facts, Zhang Zhushi, who didn't do anything, just wiped the sticky paste on Yang Zekui's face after wiping his cheek with the back of his hand.

Then, he snorted coldly: "Okay, it's barely fair."

Immediately, Yang Zekui froze.

He and Zhang Zhushi looked at each other for a long time, and finally quietly turned their heads away without saying anything.

This action made Zhang Zhushi feel annoyed again.

On the way back, Zhang Zhushi was driving.

All the way, he stepped on the accelerator hard.

Along the way, on the co-pilot seat, Yang Zekui, holding on to his seat belt, reminded him over and over again: "Slow down, you!"

Zhang Zhushi turned a deaf ear: "I can't hear you!"

Yang Zekui: "..."

As soon as he got out of the car, Yang Zekui felt light on his feet.

Then, after a few steps, he was carried into the house by Zhang Zhushi, struggling to push away the person pressing on him: "What are you doing?!"

"Guess!" At the same time as these two words were thrown out, Zhang Zhushi eagerly unbuttoned Yang Zekui's shirt.

"Damn! What are you doing! Go away, you!" Yang Zekui wanted to cry, "The fur balls are still by the side!"

Zhang Zhushi paused when he heard the words, and glanced indifferently at the puppet cat obediently sitting by the side staring at them, and then ran out a few steps while picking up the cat that loves to watch the show, and brought the cat bowl with him. Shut it into the next room with the water basin, leaving it meowing anxiously inside.

When he came back, Zhang Zhushi, who was unbuttoning while walking, said, "Okay! The cat is gone! You can get down to business!"

Yang Zekui was full of doubts: "No, your sperm is on your head?! I'll fuck you! Get rid of me!"

Zhang Zhushi, who was working hard, was so focused that he ignored Yang Zekui's futile protest.

Waking up the next day, Yang Zekui, who had a sore back and sore back, tried several times, but failed to sit up.

Finally, after resting for a long time, he reluctantly got up from the bed.

Then, when he was getting dressed, he caught sight of the photo that had been cut in half on the table, and almost lost his breath.

"Zhang Zhushi!" He pinched the photo that had been cut in half and was treasured for seven years, and angrily yelled the name of a guy who was gloating and eavesdropping outside the door.

Zhang Zhushi, who thought he "proved" success, left humming a little song after leaving a sumptuous brunch on the table.

Later, when Yang Zekui called Xingshi to question him, he unconcernedly blocked Yang Zekui's number.

"Hey~" He shook his feet, feeling very happy, "Life is really infinitely beautiful~"

During the recent period, people from all over the company have been spreading rumors that Yang Zekui recently came to "uncle" and his bad temper has reached a terrible negative value, so it is best not to appear in front of him when there is nothing to do, and don't talk to him There is no staring.

Otherwise—then these individuals must be dead.

At that time, the little assistant who was coming out of the president's office had a sad face, and his mouth was so wronged that he almost turned his head to the sky.

"Woo," she wiped her tears pitifully, "Isn't it just that I stuttered a few times when I was typing the report, why should I be so fierce! Huh... unexpectedly, my three-month bonus will be deducted, I It's really..."

Having said that, she lost her voice and left angrily under the sympathetic eyes of other colleagues.

She was piercing like a light, and at the moment just now, she suddenly felt the sharp gaze that penetrated the door and looked over from the office.

Forget it, she'd better keep her mouth shut and say nothing, otherwise she doesn't know if the CEO, who is in a fit of anger, will withhold all her one-year bonus in a fit of anger.

Ugh--

She really thinks her colleagues are right.

During the period when the president came to "big uncle", other people's breathing may be wrong.

In the past few days, she has been forced to experience it several times.

Tsk tsk, it's so sad.

Zhang Zhushi, who had watched the good show outside the door for a long time, took another bite of the apple in his hand, and planned to leave.

Suddenly, after turning around and walking a few steps, his shoulder was clapped by a familiar hand.

Under everyone's surprised and sympathetic eyes, Zhang Zhushi, who turned around disapprovingly, met Yang Zekui's eyes that harbored murderous intentions.

After being silent for a while, he heard Yang Zekui with such an expression say in a low voice, "Come to my office."

After speaking, Yang Zekui strode away without giving Zhang Zhushi a chance or time to refuse.

Zhang Zhushi silently ate a few more bites of the apple, and then followed quickly.

Brat, let's see what you can do with me.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhushi couldn't hide his complacency, and put on a flamboyant smile wantonly.