The landlord fools me every day

Chapter 50

After playing the prank for a while, Zhang Zhushi, who had seen Yang Zekui blushing enough, moved his waist and rolled over to the side.

Then, he looked sideways at Yang Zekui, who was still in a dazed stage, smiled and stretched out his hands to rub his head and said frivolously: "The clothes are so white and clean, they must have been washed, it's really hard for you."

Yang Zekui was stunned for a moment, then sat up from the bed like an electric shock: "No!"

"Okay." Zhang Zhushi, who was in a good mood, coaxed him, "If you say no, then you don't have it."

Hearing this, Yang Zekui bit his lip and didn't speak anymore, and turned his head away.

Then, the smile on the corner of Zhang Zhushi's mouth gradually disappeared when he was lying on his back on the bed in a "big" posture and quietly staring at the ceiling.

"Hey," he called him, "if you still have something to do, do it quickly."

Although these words coupled with the scene just now inevitably arouse people's daydreams, but fortunately Yang Zekui is a person who observes carefully and has a keen intuition.

Even though his face was still blushing, after easily capturing the cold calm in Zhang Zhushi's words, he turned his head to look at him with some surprise, and asked tentatively, "You, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand what you mean?"

Zhang Zhushi snorted, raised his hand and pulled Yang Zekui back to the bed to lie down.

Then, he sighed slightly and hugged him, closed his eyes and said softly, "I know you understand."

After a short pause, he opened his eyes and looked at those sparkling pupils: "I went to see Bai Xiaofei today, learned some other things, and figured out some things, so - just do what you want, I'll see what happens after that."

"You mean, you'll figure out what happens next?" Yang Zekui blinked and asked repeatedly in a soft voice with uncertainty.

"Yes." Zhang Zhushi nodded.

Time seemed to stand still for a few seconds.

Yang Zekui nodded in understanding, then got up and took out the contract that Yang Anping had given him recently from the bedside table next to him.

"That's it." He said, "For our long-term cooperation, you can see, this is more conducive to what we are doing now, and it is more conducive to bringing down—"

"Yeah." Zhang Zhushi took over the contract and slapped him on the head, "I'm so annoyed by the noise."

Afterwards, without even looking at the content of the contract, he asked, "Do you have a pen?"

"Don't you want to see what's inside?"

"No need." Zhang Zhushi snatched the pen from Yang Zekui's hand, and before signing, he complained, "During it."

"Hey?" Yang Zekui took his hand and asked again, "Do you really not need to look again?"

Zhang Zhushi still replied neatly: "No need."

Hearing this, Yang Zekui thought for a moment and then let go of his hand after thinking about his purpose in his mind.

After a while, Yang Zekui who took back the contract from Zhang Zhushi asked bluntly, "Do you know something?"

After listening, Zhang Zhushi corrected him with a smile: "It's not that he knows something, but he knows everything and is quite clear, especially including the so-called evidence in your hand that is harmless to that old Yang Anping."

After speaking, Zhang Zhushi grabbed his hair and got up to leave.

When he reached the door, he turned back in silence.

He went straight to Yang Zekui who was sitting on the bed, then grabbed his collar and kissed him on the lips: "See you later."

Yang Zekui didn't have time to hide, so he let him go.

After Zhang Zhushi left, he wiped his mouth, not forgetting to tease: "I remember that I was not the one who yelled at a straight man the most at the beginning."

"Oh." Before Zhang Zhushi opened the door, he finally replied.

Then, he went straight out and disappeared into the night.

Later, Yang Zekui thought, if he had known what was going to happen, he would not have just let him go at that time, at least he had to ask him for a guarantee letter when he would come back.

Otherwise, it will fall into this situation——

Seven years later, on a tall building, Yang Zekui sat lazily on his desk and took a nap with his eyes closed.

In a faint dream, he dreamed of that person again.

But this time, it was still the same as before. After waking up, he couldn't remember what that person looked like, nor what he dreamed about.

Only the sour and wet corners of the eyes can prove the reality and sadness of the dream just now.

"Oh shit……"

Yang Zekui squeezed the space between his brows, and heaved a long sigh of relief.

After relaxing for a while, he took a closer look at the photos on the table, trying to recall the year when that person was still by his side.

In the photo, there is a face-to-face intimacy between myself with a slightly astonished expression and Zhang Zhushi, who is full of self-satisfied smiles. It was also taken by that guy when I first met him to disgust him.

Yang Zekui couldn't help ridiculing when he remembered that he hadn't reacted at that time and was successfully photographed by Yang Zekui.

"Fortunately, he succeeded." With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he raised his hand to cover the bright face of Zhang Zhushi in the photo, "otherwise, there would really be no more serious group photos."

Speaking of this, Yang Zekui recalled the group photo taken in his freshman year of high school.

Really, the person who took the photo at that time didn't know what was going on, and took the group photo so that the light was messed up, which happened to expose the faces of him and Zhang Zhushi, making it not a group photo at all.

As for this photo, Yang Zekui also spent a lot of effort to hack into Zhang's group's computer and found it in a small corner.

What he once wanted to delete eagerly, unexpectedly became his most precious thing in the past few years.

Regarding this photo, there is actually a secret for Zhang Zhushi.

Yang Zekui squinted his eyes, and he didn't know when he would be able to tell Zhang Zhushi the secret himself in the future.

Outside the door, there were several regular knocks.

"Mr. Yang, the afternoon meeting on the investment of overseas branches will start soon."

"Understood." He put down the photo and replied, "I'll be there right away."

The secretary nodded respectfully: "Okay, Mr. Yang." After speaking, she left.

After reorganizing his mood, Yang Zekui, who soon returned to his usual indifference, packed up the materials at hand and went out.

Passing through the corridor, he nodded familiarly to the subordinates who greeted him all the way, and then pressed the elevator.

For convenience, all the elevators he took came out alone, so he didn't have to wait long.

Even within a few seconds, the elevator doors opened.

When he entered, Yang Zekui, who had become more sensitive to other people's whispers in recent years, heard someone say Zhang Hezhi's name.

He turned his pupils almost imperceptibly and glanced over there from the corner of his eye, but couldn't tell what it was like.

Seven years ago, under Yang Anping's single-handed control, he successfully overthrew Zhang Yonghui and then took Zhang into his pocket, which greatly expanded the Yang Group.

And after that, Zhang's immediately fell into public opinion.

As the victors who dominated the trend at that time, Yang Anping and the others easily defeated Zhang Yonghui's reputation built over the years almost by moving his fingers.

For a while, on the Internet, news, newspapers, wherever Zhang's information can be found, there must be negative/negative/news/information about their family deliberately sent by the Yang family.

It's as big as about the president of Zhang's group and his family, and as small as about how dirty and messy the life of a certain employee of Zhang's is.

In short, all of them, regardless of whether the news is true or false, only allow Yang, who is manipulating everything behind the scenes, to reap the benefits of being a fisherman. It further highlights the friendliness and kindness of Yang, a rising star, and has left a good image in the hearts of the people.

I remember that on the day of the press conference, when Yang Anping was facing many media, facing the flashing lights, he was saddened by Zhang's wrongdoings, but at the same time, he was deeply pleased that he had successfully acquired more than half of Zhang's remaining shares, and he could take over the future. It pulls back on track halfway.

As well as the many beautiful words and performances that sell sympathy for the second ferment of public opinion later on, Yang Zekui has a grudge in his heart.

What Zhang Zhushi vaguely warned him at that time was right.

This man was too deep and unfathomable. He was too weak at that time alone.Moreover, the so-called evidence he painstakingly collected at that time was too painless for such Yang Anping.

However, when Zhang Zhu, who was so sober and blocked him back then, where would he be now?

When we parted at the hotel that night, that guy clearly said "see you later".

But the so-called "for a while" is really too long, right? !

Then the fuck is obviously the nth power of a while, right? ! !

Thinking of this, Yang Zekui was so angry that he wanted to find out that person and beat him up, but this idea was not realistic.

Because even though Yang Zekui, who has gradually grown in financial resources and power over the years, privately invested money and manpower to find Zhang Zhu, but failed again and again, not even getting a fart.

"Oh shit……"

What's more, Yang Zekui, who added a helpless line of anger to his anger, really had nothing to do, but his teeth were itchy and uncomfortably anxious.

Seven years is really too long.

It is enough for a boy to become mature, enough for a teenager to transition to youth, enough for many things to change dramatically.

Anyway, it's been too long.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened.

Yang Zekui also pulled out his thoughts from the deep memories.

The meeting room was not far away, so he arrived there within a few steps.

But a second before he was about to open the door of the meeting room, something happened to him.

Under the tall building, he vaguely saw Zhang Hezhi through the glass window.

And the person next to him who was dressed in casual black and wore a black peaked cap harmoniously on his head was too familiar to him.

That's right!

He won't admit it wrong!

That's the guy!

It's the guy who left without saying goodbye seven years ago!

He ignored the surprised eyes of the people around him, flung the documents aside and ran away angrily.

Even if it was only a short second, Yang Zekui, who was waiting for the elevator door to open, felt so anxious that this second seemed to have passed more than ten minutes.

In the elevator, Yang Zekui, who was looking at his watch over and over again, kept glancing at the floor indicator at the same time.

Fast, fast, fast!

not enough!Even faster!

Finally, Yang Zekui, who survived the time when he got off the elevator, rushed out, his eyes kept aiming at the ground where he saw Zhang Hezhi and Zhang Zhushi just now, and he didn't even have time to apologize to the person he accidentally bumped into on the way. Hasty and polite: "Sorry!"

"Ah! You won't say sorry if you hit someone!"

Not far away, a familiar voice suddenly sounded.

Yang Zekui heard the sound and looked, but saw nothing through the bustling crowd.

He eagerly pushed his way through the crowd, regardless of his demeanor or demeanor, and pushed forward desperately, showing the momentum that Zhang Zhushi used to grab food from the aunts in the discount area of ​​the supermarket: "Sorry to give way! Sorry to give way!"

Finally squeezed to the front, Zhang Zhushi's figure had long since disappeared.

Yang Zekui kept panting heavily, staring blankly at the puddle of coffee stains on the ground.

He knelt down, stretched out his hand and touched——

hot.

Then he was suddenly bumped by someone in such a crowded place, wouldn't he be injured?