The landlord fools me every day

Chapter 40

Zhang Hezhi, who dealt with them for a while with a warm smile, told them that he had paid their medical expenses for them, so that they could relax.

After being thanked by everyone, they chatted a little more, and they sat down beside Zhang Zhushi together.

Zhang Hezhi sat down relaxed, and joked while looking at Zhang Zhu, who was crossing his legs: "So conservative? Are you still wearing short sleeves in your jersey when playing on a hot day?"

"puff!"

Perhaps because Zhang Hezhi asked this question directly and clearly, some of those who followed his words and noticed Zhang Zhushi's point were amused and couldn't hold back their laughter. low laugh.

Zhang Zhushi rolled his eyes in disdain, and didn't bother to look at Zhang Hezhi, who was full of viciousness, and shook his feet to fight back: "Yes, yes, it's not like you, streaking in winter."

"puff!"

There were obviously a few more chuckles this time, which made Zhang Zhushi feel a little more self-satisfied.

Hmph, your glorious deeds are more funny~

When looking sideways at Zhang Hezhi, who raised the corners of his mouth and raised his eyebrows, he probably didn't know that he looked like he deserved a beating at that time.

With a smirk, Zhang Hezhi continued to dismantle Zhang Zhushi's platform ruthlessly: "Yo, not only did he not bring his mobile phone, but he also didn't bring his brain? Why, he was so stupid because of the heat? Why is his mouth turned up to the sky?"

Zhang Hezhi, who didn't wait for Zhang Zhushi to reply, suddenly remembered something, turned his eyes to the people beside Zhang Zhushi and said with concern: "Are you tired from playing in the hot weather? Are you thirsty? Hungry? Let's go, I invite you to go." Have a meal."

Zhang Hezhi, who greeted others warmly, completely ignored the angrily eyes of his own brother who was sitting next to him.

"Oh, don't be polite to me. Since you are a friend from childhood, then you are my friend."

Seeing the high school students in front of him who repeatedly waved at him because of embarrassment, Zhang Hezhi opened his mouth with ease, and pulled the distance between himself and them in a friendly manner.

After a while, Zhang Hezhi, who quickly established a good relationship with the few people present with his proficiency, happily led them away. They talked and laughed all the way away, and no one noticed that Zhang Zhushi hadn't followed.

Zhang Zhushi, who was sitting in his original position, watched all this through gritted teeth, too annoyed to speak.

Who are these people? !Or is it his brother? !

What brother, brother, shit, fake brotherhood!Was he picked up by Zhang Zhushi? !

Father is fake!Brother is also fake!

Everything is fake!

The angry Zhang Zhushi puffed up his cheeks, shook his feet agitatedly, and continued to sulk for a moment.

"So angry?" Yang Zekui walked over with a bottle of water and said with a slight smile.

Zhang Zhushi took the water from his hand without looking up, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a big gulp before answering him: "Yes."

The natural tone and attitude seemed calm.

Yang Zekui sat down beside him amusedly: "The way you get along with your brother is really unique."

Zhang Zhushi glanced at him angrily, meaning "Shut up if you can't speak".

Yang Zekui raised his eyebrows at him, leaned back on the back of the chair, and sighed: "Actually, the relationship between you two makes me quite envious."

"Envy?" Zhang Zhushi rolled his eyes, "Are you out of your mind?"

Hearing this, the people around him smiled brightly: "'The authorities are obsessed, but the bystanders are clear', this is really true."

When Zhang Zhushi was suspicious, Yang Zekui quickly continued to explain in the form of a rhetorical question: "Didn't you realize that when you get along with your brother, you are completely relaxed?"

"Relax, relax?" Zhang Zhushi was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant.

"Yeah, relax. It's like you don't have to worry about how the other person reacts after you say a certain sentence, because you already know each other very well, and you know that the other person can't be angry because of this kind of joke."

Zhang Zhushi listened, and unconsciously squinted his eyes.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the words turned around his mouth several times, and then changed completely when he came out.

"No way." With just those two words, he denied it a little shyly.

"Yes." Unfortunately, Yang Zekui is a person who doesn't want to read the other party's face at this time.

Zhang Zhushi glanced at him a little speechlessly: "Well, if you say so, you will."

Yang Zekui, who was sluggish for a few seconds before he came to his senses, blinked his eyes: "Did I just speak too directly, making you feel embarrassed?"

"..." Zhang Zhushi really wanted to slap this guy to death, "You are quite straightforward now, and it makes me feel quite embarrassed."

"Oh." Dazed for a moment, Yang Zekui stared blankly at the person in front of him who was frowning slightly, and said slowly.

It was like punching the cotton with a hard fist, Zhang Zhushi couldn't tell what kind of emotion was contained in the turbulent restlessness in his heart.

In short, after Yang Zekui spoke again, the mixed feelings gradually calmed down, like a peaceful lake.

He heard Yang Zekui muttering to himself with a little loneliness: "Like you usually, I have never seen you so relaxed, you don't need to pretend to talk to someone."

A big question mark popped up on Zhang Zhushi's forehead.

He pressed Yang Zekui's shoulder, forcing him to turn his head and look at him.

Then, he said seriously: "Answer me, do you have a crush on me?"

Surprised by Zhang Zhushi's words, Yang Zekui dilated his pupils for a moment: "What?!" Secretly, secretly in love with him? !

please!This kid must have a degree of narcissism, right? !

Here, Zhang Zhushi continued to ask seriously: "Tell me the answer, tell me what's in your heart, okay? Answer me, and tell me if you're secretly in love with me."

Yang Zekui frowned deeper, and clenched his fists more tightly: "Say it again?"

So, Zhang Zhushi continued, "I want you to tell me, are you secretly in love with—"

Suddenly, his words got stuck in the middle.

Perhaps out of rebellious psychology, or out of simple prank fun, Zhang Zhushi wondered if Yang Zekui, who had a crush on him, leaned forward and bit his lips.

Then, before Zhang Zhushi could react, he pecked his lips heavily and slowly.

Immediately, the bright red lips became more rosy, just like the color of Zhang Zhushi's cheeks at that time.

After being released, the pupils of Zhang Zhushi who covered his mouth trembled, and he looked at the satiated guy in front of him in disbelief, his mind was so confused that he was a little incoherent: "You, you..."

For a long time, he couldn't say anything.

"What's wrong with me?" Yang Zekui tilted his head at 45 degrees disapprovingly, and looked innocently at Zhang Zhushi, who was in front of him with a flustered face, with a pair of watery eyes.

Seeing his reaction, Zhang Zhushi blushed from embarrassment, grabbed his wrist and asked in a strict voice, "Are you sick?! Why are you kissing me for no reason?!"

Hearing this, Yang Zekui acted even more innocent.

He shrugged his shoulders, gently moved the wrist that Zhang Zhushi had grasped, and said in a frivolous tone, "It's not for no reason, for no reason~"

Hearing this, Zhang Zhushi felt that the hairs all over his body stood on end, and the acid in his stomach was churning up his throat.

He held back his nausea, let go of Yang Zekui and swallowed at the same time, trying to suppress the physiological reaction, otherwise he was afraid that he would really spit it out.

As if seeing his dislike for him, Yang Zekui, who was still smiling just now, restrained himself a bit, put his arms around his chest and said solemnly, "You hate me so much that you want to kill me?"

Zhang Zhushi turned around and stopped looking at him.

Although I really want to say the words "that's not enough", but the lips are so heavy that I can't open my mouth no matter what.

He remained silent and did not intend to answer Yang Zekui's question.

It was quiet for a while, and the silence between the two remained for a long time.

After a while, it wasn't until Zhang Hezhi came back that the stalemate showed the slightest sign of cracking.

"Oh, why didn't you go out to eat with your friends?" Zhang Hezhi asked with concern as he walked over.

When Zhang Zhushi was about to answer, he caught a glimpse of Zhang Hezhi passing him from the corner of his eye, and sat down next to Yang Zekui who was next to him while continuing to care.

Speechless, Zhang Zhushi curled his lips and rolled his eyes quietly, not in the mood to tangle his tail at this time.

"I'll go and see the injured kid." A little annoyed, Zhang Zhushi said so forcefully and stood up.

Yang Zekui didn't even listen to Zhang Hezhi's babbling, so he quickly got up and chased after him: "Wait for me!"

Looking at the back of the two leaving, Zhang Hezhi couldn't help licking his lips, and put his hand on his forehead to wipe the thin sweat that oozed out.

After doing all this in a few steps, he took out his mobile phone and opened the photo album, staring at an encrypted photo and blushing.

"The two of them...really..." whispering, Zhang Hezhi quietly took a deep breath, and carefully looked at the selfie of his younger brother and Yang's son, face to face.

Instead, he put away his mobile phone and sighed with his chin raised slightly: "It's my fault, I didn't teach it well."

In the ward, Yang Zekui quickly glanced at the unconscious wounded lying on the bed, and said eagerly, "I..."

"No need." Zhang Zhushi raised his hand to stop his words, "don't need to say anything to me, or explain anything, just pretend that what happened just now didn't happen, and we are still good friends. Yes, that's right, that's it. You don't need anything Don't tell me, I won't remember anything, you know?"

Yang Zekui was stunned: "Huh?"

In fact, he wanted to say that the kiss just now was a prank.

But since Zhang Zhushi has said so, it seems that his "explanation" does not need to be said.

"Yeah." Afterwards, Yang Zekui responded lightly and sat down on the chair beside him, staring at the person on the bed in a daze.

After a while, Zhang Zhushi, who also sat down beside him, sighed softly: "It seems that your knowledge is not deep enough."

"Ah?" Yang Zekui frowned for a moment, not understanding what Zhang Zhushi meant.

"It's okay." Zhang Zhushi waved his hand, looking relaxed and indifferent.

This made Yang Zekui even more confused: "Huh? What do you mean?"

As soon as the words fell, he felt his world spinning for a while.

At the same time, there was a gentle plunder on the lips.

Surprised, Yang Zekui, who subconsciously wanted to push away the person on his body, withdrew his hand after he realized it.

Feeling the aggressive attack on Zhang Zhushi's lips, Yang Zekui, who repeated in his heart that he was just trying to increase his favorability, quietly clenched his fists.

Everything is for himself.

So, in the long run, getting kissed is no big deal.

Thinking of this, Yang Zekui stretched his brows slightly, and slowly closed his eyes.