The landlord fools me every day

Chapter 42

The turning point of the matter happened when Zhang Zhushi answered the third phone call.

"Hello?" He pursed his lips and listened, his eyes fell on a small garden in front of him, "What else do you want to tell me? Brother Zhang?"

Zhang Hezhi on the opposite side pondered for a moment, then said slowly: "Mom is sick."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhushi's heart couldn't help but tighten: "What's wrong? How long has it been?"

As he said that, he started to run out: "Which hospital is mom in? I'll go there right away!"

Zhang Hezhi didn't answer him quickly, but chuckled lightly, and then called out his baby name: "Xiao Yangyang~"

The frivolous tone from the phone made Zhang Zhushi move a little slower: "Why did you suddenly think of calling me this?"

Standing in front of the glass window, Zhang Hezhi looked at his faint reflection inside, smiled without saying a word: "It's all right."

After being silent for a while, Zhang Hezhi said, "It's an hour."

"Huh?" Zhang Zhushi frowned, "Don't be a fool, tell me the location of the hospital where my mother is! Or did you hire a private doctor, and she is at home now?"

Zhang Hezhi raised his lips, but still didn't answer directly: "When I'm young, don't worry, listen to me."

"How can I not be in a hurry! Don't you also know?! Mom's health has not been very good?!" Zhang Zhushi put on his shoes while sandwiching his phone between his shoulders and ears.

"Hour," still did not answer, Zhang Hezhi continued to call his name, and then said slowly, "Come back."

For a moment, Zhang Zhushi's hand on the doorknob froze when he realized something.

While thinking about it, he was about to ask something, but he only heard two quick "beeps".

Looking at the interface where the call was cut off, Zhang Zhushi was a little at a loss.

Instead, he quickly opened the door and ran out.

When passing by the living room, Yang Zekui, who was almost bumped into by him, asked strangely, "Where are you going in such a busy life?"

"Go home!" When he sped up and ran out again, accompanied by a windy back, he only answered him so quickly.

"Go home?" Yang Zekui stood there silently for a long time after hearing this.

Suddenly, recalling something, he took out his mobile phone and quickly poked into the contact list, looking for Bai Xiaofei.

The incident happened suddenly, and Bai Xiaofei couldn't ask anything.

A few minutes later, Yang Zekui squatted down in frustration and rubbed his hair vigorously.

"Ding Dong".

The phone in his hand vibrated slightly.

Looking up, I clicked on the top of WeChat, and there was a short sentence from Zhang Zhushi: I won't be coming back for dinner today.

After thinking about it, Yang Zekui has no way to say it, and he doesn't know where to start.

In the end, there was only one word back: good.

At the moment when he fell into silence, he saw the screen of his mobile phone light up again.

This time the information came from Bai Xiaofei.

He asked: Why did you know that the person in that photo was a child, and instead of telling me, you asked me to kick him out before?

Yang Zekui took a deep breath, not knowing what to say about this matter.

After thinking about it, he directly dialed a number: "Xiao Fei, this matter...I..."

Bai Xiaofei's voice was a little low, and his tone was very straightforward: "I don't look at the result, I just want to know the reason."

Yang Zekui lowered his head: "There is indeed a reason, but I... I don't know how to say it."

"That's good." Bai Xiaofei paused for a second, "Then just answer a few questions for me."

Yang Zekui nodded: "OK."

Bai Xiaofei: "First question, did you already know about the fact that the person in the photo is a child?"

Yang Zekui: "Yes. I knew about it by accident when I first started school."

Bai Xiaofei: "Second question, you asked me to kick him out and let him live with you, did you have any selfish motives?"

Yang Zekui: "...No, I am doing it for my own benefit."

Bai Xiaofei smiled: "Okay, the third and last question - do you like him?"

The word "no" was about to blurt out, but Yang Zekui's words got stuck in his mouth again.

"I don't like him that way." Finally, he changed his words.

Bai Xiaofei continued to laugh: "I don't believe it. Whether it's for purpose or something else, you let me see a different you in front of me when I was a child."

Yang Zekui immediately explained: "Xiao Fei, I did it all to use him to bring down my father! There is nothing else! So what you see is all intentionally disguised by me! Don't think too much about it!" !"

Bai Xiaofei snorted: "It seems that you don't know yet."

After saying this, he didn't say anything else, no matter how Yang Zekui explained here, he just didn't hear it at the time.

"Forget it, I'm hanging up."

After receiving these words, Yang Zekui only heard a short "beep" sound from the other end of the phone, and was told that the call had been cut off.

All of a sudden, various emotions came to his mind.

He had a premonition that Zhang Zhushi would never come back after leaving this time.

As for Bai Xiaofei, he would probably also stay away from him following this incident.

Coupled with the oppression from Yang Anping, he seemed to be alone for a moment, and he could only be a funny marionette.

In front of Zhang's mother's closed door, Zhang Zhushi had stood there for a long time, no matter who persuaded him, he refused to leave half a step.

"When I was young," Zhang Hezhi sighed lightly, "It's not anyone's fault, don't blame yourself, and don't blame anyone else."

With that said, he patted him on the shoulder: "Just let nature take its course."

"Your big talk is easy to say." Zhang Zhushi sneered and patted Zhang Hezhi's hand on his shoulder, and after taking a deep look at the closed door in front of his eyes, he turned and left, "Whatever, tell that old guy, I Will follow his heart."

Zhang Hezhi couldn't bear it: "When I was a child..."

"No need." Zhang Zhushi, who knew Zhang Hezhi was soft-hearted, raised his hand to stop him, "You don't have to say anything to me, and you don't have to do anything, these are all voluntary."

After a pause, he laughed and waved away: "Hahaha! Anyway, the interests of Zhang's group are the most important! What are the rest of the little furs, hahaha!"

Zhang Hezhi stayed away for a long time, and then said to Zhang Yonghui who was sitting silently in the dark: "Is this really going to happen?"

Zhang Yonghui raised his jaw: "This is the best choice."

Hearing this, Zhang Hezhi clenched his fists: "But he was just a child when he was young! Are you going to use his seriously ill mother to threaten him like this, and ask him to get involved with the children of other groups?!"

"Nothing else." Zhang Yonghui interrupted aloud, "The only goal when I was young was Yang Anping's son, Yang Zekui. He just needs to make a superficial relationship with that son of the Yang family who has a dislike for us, and many things will be solved easily. "

Zhang Hezhi frowned, biting his lower lip: "But..."

"No but!" Zhang Yonghui buckled the armrest of the recliner hard, "Being kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself! If the Zhang family can continue to survive, you, your mother and younger brother, plus me, including Zhang If the whole family can live a stable life, such superficial efforts must be done! And at the right time, people who threaten you must be sent to the place where they should go!"

Zhang Hezhi couldn't help but breathe a little faster, and his chest seemed to show his determination: "I know."

After leaving the house, he came to Zhang Zhu, who was on Anjing Avenue, holding his phone tightly and fidgeting.

In the mobile phone with few contacts, most of the messages were sent by Zhang Hezhi and Yang Zekui, which made Zhang Zhushi feel helpless.

"One liar, two liars." He muttered dissatisfiedly, swipe his finger down.

When it turned to Zhang Yonghui and Bai Xiaofei, he couldn't help but angrily said: "Three liars, four liars! They are all liars!"

Thinking of this, he suddenly closed the phone and threw it into his pocket.

Looking at it further, he was afraid that he would not be able to resist smashing this broken phone.

That way, he doesn't have a cell phone.

And maybe, it will be exchanged for a more powerful monitoring machine.

After getting into the taxi, Zhang Zhushi's frizz broke out several times, but he suppressed the anger well.

Back in the community, Zhang Zhushi didn't open the door when he came to Yang Zekui's house, but chose to stay quietly at the door for a while.

He took out his mobile phone and stared at Zhang Hezhi's photo of the two of them that Yang Zekui forcibly deleted from his mobile phone before.

Originally thought that his family would be different, but the result is similar, it is all evil and interests first.

When necessary, even family members are pawns to exchange interests.

Thinking about it, Zhang Zhushi couldn't help thinking about what his father did to him when he went to Yang Zekui's house a year ago.

"Tsk," he rubbed his smooth black hair frustrated and annoyed, and couldn't help but want to cry, "They're all liars!"

"You're back!" Yang Zekui, who was blowing the air on the second floor, was suddenly attracted by the movement downstairs, and ran downstairs to open the door in surprise, "Why don't you go in? Forgot the password? But I clearly set your fingerprint—"

Before he finished speaking, he was embraced by Zhang Zhushi who suddenly rushed towards him.

I saw that Zhang Zhushi was like a child, rubbing against his body non-stop, and buried his tear-stained face deeply into his chest, as if he wanted to gain some comfort.

"What's wrong?" Yang Zekui was stunned for a while, then he came back to his senses, and raised his hand to touch his head and asked.

"It's okay." With Zhang Zhushi shaking his head, his slightly dull voice came out of Yang Zekui's arms.

This is so obvious that something is wrong!

Yang Zekui was a little speechless, but he didn't break it.

He nodded, and helped Zhang Zhushi to enter the door: "Ok, you're fine, you're fine. Come in first, it's hot outside."

"En." Zhang Zhushi kept his hugging posture unchanged, and entered the house with him.

Afterwards, after a few words of simple peace, Zhang Zhushi returned to normal with only his eyes still red, and everything else was the same as usual.

While watching the TV show, Zhang Zhushi and Yang Zekui sat on the sofa together as usual, drinking soda and eating snacks to pass the time.

Suddenly, Zhang Zhushi looked at the TV and said without changing his expression: "I'm going back."

"Ah?" Yang Zekui was a little confused and didn't react in time.

"I said—" Zhang Zhushi turned his head and looked at him, "I'm going back."

Yang Zekui blinked dumbly, and finally only asked: "When?"

"Today." Zhang Zhu replied quickly and simply.

"Okay." Yang Zekui did the same, and didn't say anything to persuade him to stay.

"En." Following Zhang Zhushi's words, the two fell into silence again, and only the sound of the TV program remained in the room.