The landlord fools me every day

Chapter 41

"Good you Yang Zekui!" Zhang Zhu was furious when he pushed him away, "You, you can't be a crook, are you?! I, I, I kiss you so much, and you don't even resist?!"

Yang Zekui frowned in embarrassment: "What are you talking about? It's because you are too strong that I can't break free, okay? Why didn't I resist? You, how can you insult people's innocence out of thin air?!"

Hearing this, Zhang Zhushi narrowed his eyes, and the narrow and long eye tails coupled with his ruffian teasing chuckle at that time showed a bit of unusual harmony.

Yang Zekui held his breath, closed his eyes, and looked away from him.

Suddenly, the room was quiet, and the two fell into silence.

After a long time, the wounded man on the bed moved his lips with difficulty, excited indistinctly: "...%@#!"

Zhang Zhushi strode up to the man, bent his ears and listened: "What?"

The wounded man stopped talking and took a deep breath, then excitedly said: "#@%%!"

"Ah?" Zhang Zhushi, who still didn't understand, looked at Yang Zekui next to him asking for help, "Can you speak with lips?"

Hearing this, Yang Zekui, who regarded Zhang Zhushi as an idiot, only pursed his lips, and pointed to the guy lying on the bed—his head was wrapped like a pig's head, with red and swollen sausage-like lips left under his nose.

"...Damn it." Zhang Zhushi frowned tightly, "Which bastard beat him up like this?!"

As he spoke, Yang Zekui looked up at the ceiling above his head, raised his head with a naive and stubborn face: "I don't know either."

When these words came out, the person on the bed trembled violently with his hands, and his mouth kept moaning: "%%#@! ##嘻啊%#@!"

Yang Zekui kept the original movement, his expression unchanged.

Zhang Zhushi had a bitter face, trying to figure out what he was talking about while comforting the wounded, but he still didn't understand a single word.

On Zhang Zhushi's birthday, Yang Zekui bought a lot of dishes and came back, ready to show off his extraordinary cooking skills.

So that day, when Zhang Zhushi opened the door and came in, he saw such a scene...

Yang Zekui closed the kitchen door tightly, sitting on the coffee table in the living room with his knees bent and shivering.

Oh, this is not the point that makes Zhang Zhushi speechless.

The main reason is that there is a small kitchen on the second floor of Yang Zekui's house where he can cook small dishes for himself, and he cooked the meals on the second floor today, so the mess spread all over the place is even worse.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhang Zhushi couldn't help pinching his own people, so as to keep himself from falling directly to the ground.

He took several deep breaths before saying to the pitiful and helpless Yang Zekui on the coffee table, "Master, are you here to raise Gu?"

Yang Zekui's eyes were misty: "No. It's just that I learned that you like to eat 'ants climbing trees', so I—"

"So you just caught a bunch of ants and picked up a tree branch to go home?!" Anxious Zhang Zhushi couldn't bear to snatch his words.

Yang Zekui was taken aback when he heard the words, and then nodded vigorously: "Yes! That's it! You discovered all of this!"

Zhang Zhushi supported his forehead, and put his free hand on the side cabinet: "Yang Zekui, Yang Zekui, you are really—tsk, what do you want me to say about you?"

No wonder he saw several ants when he came in today, and all of them were very thick...

"Brother Yang," Zhang Zhushi clasped his fists at the door, "I really admire your IQ."

Surrounded by ants, Yang Zekui no longer had a drop of water in his water glass, and his shoes had already flown to nowhere in the previous escape and struggle.

At that time, if he wanted to get out of here successfully, he had to run through the ants colony barefoot, or ask Zhang Zhushi for help.

Almost without thinking, he made his choice.

"Small, small~" He squeezed his throat, trying to look aggrieved, "I just cooked you a delicious meal at first, and I really didn't think about the rest, but I, I..."

As he said that, he still cried dryly, looking like a silly, white and sweet little boy.

Zhang Zhushi, who knew Yang Zekui's temperament, just squinted his eyes, put his arms around his chest and leaned against the side cabinet again: "Oh, you really are a guy with no common sense."

Yang Zekuiren: "...Whoa, I don't know if this 'ant climbing a tree' is not the other 'ant climbing a tree'~"

After squatting on the spot for a while, Yang Zekui suddenly felt a pain in his ankle: "Damn it?!"

He stretched out his legs and hit him, and when he saw something bit him, he felt disgusted: "Damn! Ant! The ant bit me! Zhang Zhushi! Help! Woohoo! Brother, brother, big brother! Help me!" !"

Struggling and stumbling to his feet from the coffee table, Yang Zekui cried with snot and tears, and kept begging Zhang Zhushi at the door: "Brother! Please! Big brother! I didn't bring my mobile phone! Please hurry up!" Call an ant exterminator or something to save me! Or get the damn ants out of a way I can jump and I can get out! Get out! I'll—"

While chattering, Yang Zekui felt a sudden lightness on his feet, followed by a whirl.

When he came back to his senses, he was already standing on the flat ground without ants.

Looking up, it was Zhang Zhushi who was a few steps away from him: "Damn! This dead ant! It hurts too much to bite!"

Yang Zekui swallowed his saliva, and was about to step forward to condolences to him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his footsteps, he was stopped by Zhang Zhushi who stepped back again: "Don't come over! I still have ants on my body! Go out and make a phone call, I'll be right over!"

Yang Zekui was stunned, hesitant: "What else do you want to do? Don't be a hero, this ant bites people always hurts."

Zhang Zhushi was speechless: "What kind of bullshit hero can I be with a few broken ants?"

After finishing speaking, he left first: "If you don't leave, I will leave first."

Yang Zekui, who was a little messy behind him, was confused: "So, that is a simple literal meaning?" Could he be wrong?

After leaving the gate, Zhang Zhushi, who was limping down the stairs, clenched his fingers tightly: Meow!This ant bite is too painful!

And the most damning thing is yes!

Why did this silly ant bite his ass? !

After going down the second floor, Zhang Zhushi went straight to the toilet on the first floor, took off his clothes all at once, turned on the shower and started to take a shower.

"Forget it." While being soothed by the cold water, Zhang Zhushi sighed, "Anyway, there are so many ants on the second floor, it's better to take a bath on the first floor, the decision I made just now is correct or not! "

When the words fell, Zhang Zhu, who suddenly thought of something, froze in his head casually, and turned to look at the laundry basket and the small cabinet next to him——

There was nothing else except a thin towel that could barely cover the lower body.

Meow? ! !

Zhang Zhushi went crazy: "Why didn't that guy put several sets of clothes in this place at this time?!"

What does this make him wear later? !

Thinking that wearing dirty clothes is better than just wrapping a towel, Zhang Zhushi struggled for a few seconds, stretched out his hand to pick up the clothes in the dirty laundry basket, and was about to hang them to the side for later use, when his feet slipped unexpectedly, causing him to fall gorgeously Butt squat.

"Oh my god..." Zhang Zhushi frowned tightly as he rubbed his butt that hurt from the fall, and stood up with the help of the bathtub beside him.

When he was in a good mood, he lowered his eyes to look for Zhang Zhu who had lost his clothes and was petrified in an instant.

It's just because his poor clothes were thrown into the toilet just like that by his hand just now.

Zhang Zhushi took a deep breath, and while staring at those poor clothes in a daze, he suddenly thought through many things.

For example, he thinks it's fine to wrap a small towel around the vitals.

"Well, it's stylish and simple and useful, that's great." With a forced smile, Zhang Zhushi, who was determined by this idea without doing anything else, turned around and buried his head in the shower to continue.

The moment he came out and looked at Yang Zekui, many words flashed across Zhang Zhushi's confused mind.

So good, so good, so good... shit!

Yang Zekui's eyes widened, looking at Zhang Zhu who seemed to be suffering from some serious illness, he was speechless for a long time: "You...you..."

Zhang Zhushi swallowed, and instead pretended to be righteous and reasonable, straightened his spine and patted his chest: "I accidentally dropped my clothes in the shower—"

As soon as he uttered the word "drop", he felt a chill all over his body, and he saw Yang Zekui opposite him with his mouth wide open.

At the moment of daze, he seemed to see Bai Xiaofei, Zhang Hezhi, Hu Heshang, Bai Wanlin, Miao He and other people who opened the door in slow motion.

Staring vacillatingly at a large number of people who were about to drop their jaws in shock, Zhang Zhushi ran upstairs while pulling the towel on the floor in embarrassment.

"Hey?!" Yang Zekui reminded in surprise behind him, "Don't go up!"

Zhang Zhushi, who ran in a panic and didn't hear his words at all, went upstairs and looked at the staff of the ant team in surprise, and was kicked out by Huali.

"Ahhh! Even if we are the ant team who come / door / service / service! But we are not the kind of random people you imagine!"

While being kicked out, Yang Zekui only heard these few words.

He silently helped his forehead, and then apologized to the people behind him: "I'm sorry, something happened, let's talk about it another day."

After speaking, he greeted people and sent them out of the door.

After that, he grabbed the coat on the sofa and went upstairs.

At the corner, he saw Zhang Zhushi who was barely wrapped in a small towel.

"Oh," he sighed softly, and put the coat in his hand on to the tearful Zhang Zhushi, "It's all right, no embarrassment."

Zhang Zhushi, who hadn't cried so much before, became even more sad when he heard this, and changed from sobbing softly to crying loudly: "Ahh! Yang Zekui! I've lost all my face! It's still when I was 17 It's my birthday!"

Speaking of birthdays, Yang Zekui pursed his lips involuntarily in retrospect that they were also dropping by to celebrate Zhang Zhushi's birthday.

It would have been a fairly warm occasion, but there was a small mistake.

Tsk, he really can't laugh or cry about this.

What on earth is it that Zhang Zhushi is so stupid?

Thinking about it, Yang Zekui lightly touched his wet head and comforted him softly: "It's okay, it's okay, I've rejected them all, so you can feel free to stay naked at home."

After speaking, Zhang Zhushi heard his suppressed smile.

"Yang Zekui!" Zhang Zhushi suddenly looked up at him, the corners of his eyes were red, like an angry rabbit.

"Pfft—" There was another unrestrained sound, and Yang Zekui laughed heartlessly.

"Yang Zekui!" Zhang Zhushi was about to be blown up by him, "Can you stop laughing! At least show me some sympathy I deserve?!"

Yang Zekui stopped laughing for a moment, and nodded solemnly: "Well, indeed, I should show some sympathy that I should have."

After a pause, he changed the subject, laughed and got up and ran away: "But for you, forget it hahaha!"

"Damn it!" Zhang Zhushi gritted his teeth and called out the guy's name, "Yang Zekui!"