The landlord fools me every day

Chapter 52

In the store, when Zhang Zhushi arrived, Yang Zekui was already there.

Looking at Yang Zekui, who was sitting restlessly in the corner and frequently cast his eyes at the door, and couldn't stop smiling after seeing him coming, Zhang Zhu was in a trance for a moment.

Why is this feeling so familiar?

Could it be that the two of them really knew each other before?

After sitting down, Zhang Zhushi took off his hat and smoothed his hair, and said in a low voice through the mask: "Tell me your name."

"Ah?" Hearing this, Yang Zekui was taken aback for a moment, "Name? You... don't you know my name?"

Zhang Zhushi glanced at him lightly up and down, and then asked back as a matter of course: "Why do I know a stranger's name?"

stranger?

Hearing these words, Yang Zekui's expression froze completely.

Then, after a few seconds of relaxation, it gradually softened.

It doesn't matter, no matter what, Zhang Zhushi should be angry, he can accept it.

So, he coughed lightly and replied, "My name is Yang Zekui."

"Yang, Ze, Kui?" Zhang Zhushi repeated every word, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the long and narrow tails of his eyes were beautiful and charming.

After reading it once, he took off his mask and took a sip of the fresh coffee in front of him.

Zhang Zhushi, who didn't know that Yang Zekui was stunned, commented calmly: "This coffee tastes good."

When he raised his eyes and met the person in front of him, Zhang Zhushi didn't know which part of the memory he touched in his heart, and subconsciously turned his head away.

He turned his face to the side and coughed dryly, then turned to remind him: "Mr. Yang, I'm afraid it's not polite for you to stare at me like this?"

Yang Zekui, who was dragged back to his thoughts by his words, immediately lowered his head.

"Sorry." He whispered, then repeated, "Sorry."

Zhang Zhushi returned to his usual indifference: "Well, it's okay."

Zhang Zhushi's car accident happened more than a year ago, and he has almost prepared all the materials he collected in the past six years about Yang Anping maliciously persecuting his wife to death, and other important negative evidence.

But even though he knew this, after losing his memory, he only remembered that it was for their Zhang family to make a comeback, and he didn't remember that it also contained the key of Yang Zekui.

Therefore, when no one told him and no one could tell him, Zhang Zhushi subconsciously felt disgusted with Yang's son.

He frowned almost indistinctly, and took another sip of his coffee.

Then, he glanced indifferently at Yang Zekui, who stared at him for a moment, and asked helplessly, "Tell me, what can you do with me?"

"Ah, I... I'm for, for..." Yang Zekui, who couldn't make up a reason for the time being, turned his head frantically, but still stammered and couldn't say what was the reason.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhushi couldn't help but chuckled: "Mr. Yang, oh no, Mr. President Yang, you canceled the meeting today and deliberately came here to find me at the time when the meeting was supposed to be held. Could it be—"

Speaking of this, he slowly and deliberately dragged out the end of the sound.

"Could it be," he murmured and repeated, approaching Yang Zekui at the same time with a smile, with a frivolous tone, "Did you see me?"

Suddenly, Yang Zekui, who was poked somewhere, grabbed Zhang Zhushi's hand.

The corners of his eyes were a little red, his expression was serious and serious, and sincerity was easily visible in his eyes: "Yes! I just fell in love with you!"

Zhang Zhushi frowned when he heard the words, his face that had been polished by time and became more angular showed a coldness.

He secretly withdrew his hand forcefully, leaned back and did not look at Yang Zekui, and denied his words like a tall giant: "Mr. Yang, the joke is too much."

Yang Zekui tightened his left hand under the table.

He clenched the corner of his clothes tightly, and when he raised his eyes to look at the opposite Zhang Zhu, he took in the young man he had been thinking about day and night for seven years, and firmly denied his statement: "No, I'm serious!"

Hearing the sound, when he glanced at Zhang Zhu from the end of his eyes, he rolled his Adam's apple up and down slightly.

Then, he turned his head with a chuckle, and said to Yang Zekui who had confessed to him the first time they met, "President Yang, you need to improve your vision."

After finishing speaking, he got up and patted him on the shoulder: "If there is nothing else, I will leave first. I look forward to meeting you at the company next time."

The moment he turned around, he suddenly changed his face, and the few smiles that had been kind on his face just now disappeared without a trace.

Cut, fancy him?

He Zhang Zhushi is not a good person, he may turn his attention to his company, be careful when the time comes, someone who falls in love with him will directly take all the farts from his company!

However, as the son of the Yang family, Yang Zekui, Yang Zekui, what was the reason for making such nonsense to him at that time?

Was it simply an understatement, canceling a meeting in which he had worked so hard for years to get a seat, and then insulting him in this hot pursuit?

Haha, don't think about it, he won't admit defeat.

What's more, some things were designed by them early on.

"For fun, it's just a praying mantis catching cicadas, and the oriole is behind." Zhang Zhushi raised his hand to cover the harsh sunlight, and squinted his eyes comfortably to relax himself while saying this.

Then, whistling, he slowly started heading towards his current residence, which was nearby.

Behind him not far away was Yang Zekui who quietly watched him leave.

Standing in the shadow of the building, Yang Zekui used all the strength in his body to keep himself in place, so that he would not be so impulsive as to directly go up and hug Zhang Zhushi.

The current Zhang Zhushi still hated him too much.

And in such a short time together, he can clearly feel that after the baptism of these seven years, some things between the two of them have indeed changed, and those things that have changed will probably take a while to slow down. Take your time to adapt.

The next day, after Yang Zekui briefly reported the company's future plans to Yang Anping, he planned to leave the office.

Before he was about to leave, Yang Anping suddenly stopped him: "I heard that some miscellaneous fish have entered our company's staff?"

Unlike the pawns that he could manipulate seven years ago, Yang Zekui nodded symbolically and then smiled: "It doesn't matter, I can handle everything."

Then, before Yang Anping could speak, he stepped up and prepared to go out.

Again, Yang Anping sneered when he left: "Don't forget the family motto."

Yang Zekui turned a deaf ear to it, closing the door smoothly without stopping.

After that, Yang Anping, who stared at the door for a long time, quickly pressed a few numbers on the wired phone: "Keep an eye on this kid."

The answer over there was crisp and clear: "Yes, Chairman."

After coming out, Yang Zekui ordered the little assistant who had been waiting beside him for a long time: "Arrange the canceled meeting yesterday immediately, and it will be reopened in half an hour later."

After speaking, Yang Zekui walked a few steps away and smiled silently.

He stopped and said to the little assistant who was frowning and looking at the watch time: "You were right yesterday, that meeting was indeed very important."

Then, the little assistant who wanted to cry without tears, it was only [-]:[-] in the morning, looked at the usually aloof president Yang Zekui, with a tender smile on the corner of his mouth, as if walking away quickly in a good mood.

"Oh, it's hard to guess what the CEO is thinking." She adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose and sighed softly.

Zhang Zhushi, who rushed from the apartment to Yang's in a hurry, really convinced Yang Zekui.

"This guy..." While waiting anxiously for the elevator, he rolled his eyes, "It's really speechless."

After a long time, Zhang Zhushi, who hadn't even arrived yet, looked around and finally settled on the "President's Special Elevator".

Three steps in parallel, Zhang Zhushi, who quickly pressed the elevator over there and was about to go up, was held down by a hand behind his shoulder.

The rare joy on his face disappeared in an instant.

Who will it be?

Of course, you can figure it out with your toes—of course it’s some people who are filled with righteous indignation, are righteous, and have no hesitation in telling you that this is the elevator dedicated to the president, and idlers cannot take it.

"Tsk," he waved his hand, "I got it, I got it, I don't need to tell you, I'll go by myself."

"You don't need to go." Yang Zekui moved his hand down on his shoulder and gently pushed his back, "As long as you want, you can always take this elevator in the future."

Suddenly, the moment Zhang Zhushi stepped on the elevator, Yang Zekui's angry thoughts about dismantling the elevator yesterday turned into a firm plan to take good care of the elevator in the future.

Feeling that Zhang Zhushi, who should have belonged to his family, was very useful, he obediently entered the elevator and smiled at Yang Zekui: "Okay."

Anyway, not only this elevator, but the whole company will be taken back from now on.

Yang Zekui's brows and eyes were stained with a very gentle smile.

Even though he didn't say anything at this time, but just watched Zhang Zhushi quietly, Zhang Zhushi, who was watched like this, felt the strong love in his eyes.

Is it necessary for this guy to still pretend to disgust him now?

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Zhang Zhushi recovered a little bit of his normal state of mind, but he couldn't understand his heartbeat that suddenly accelerated a few beats.

Damn, what's going on with this broken heart?

Why is it annoying as if he didn't listen to his brain for a while? !

Gee!

Zhang Zhu, who was getting more and more annoyed by thinking about it, grabbed his hair indiscriminately when he got off the elevator, making his hair, which was a little messy and beautiful because of the fast running, messed up even more.

"Pfft." A laugh suddenly came from beside him.

Then, Zhang Zhushi felt a warmth in his head.

Inadvertently, Zhang Zhushi, who was touched by Yang Zekui's head, was half a beat behind, and Yang Zekui in front of him logically cut his hair.

"Okay." Then, Yang Zekui smiled softly.

There seemed to be many things contained in this smile, but Zhang Zhushi, who had lost part of his memory, did not resonate strongly in time.

It was just that when he looked at Yang Zekui who was smiling like this, a subtle feeling that he couldn't explain slowly spread from the tip of his heart.

This feeling made him feel like a small electric current passed through his whole body quickly, and he felt numb.

"Don't touch me." After regaining consciousness, Zhang Zhushi subconsciously took half a step back and patted Yang Zekui's hand that was still resting on his shoulder away.

When he caught sight of Yang Zekui's face stained with loneliness, he pursed his lips dryly, and left without saying anything.

In that situation, he didn't know what to say, and was disturbed by the unreasonable feeling in his heart, so he didn't want to say anything.

He just wanted to turn around and leave quickly, to escape to a place without Yang Zekui to catch his breath.