The landlord fools me every day

Chapter 34

After walking a few steps, Zhang Zhushi, who was covered by a coat first, suddenly realized: "What are you doing!"

As he said, he shook off Yang Zekui's hand that was tightly grabbing his wrist: "I won't be your cat servant!"

"Then don't be fooled!" Yang Zekui walked forward unhappily.

Instead, he came back with his mobile phone in hand, and said gloomyly, "Take care of your mobile phone!"

Zhang Zhushi was at a loss: "What are you talking about, you! Why is this related to my phone again?!"

Yang Zekui, who was so angry that his teeth were itching, pressed his shoulder angrily: "You stupid dog! You didn't say this because your phone was turned off and I couldn't get through to you! Are you crazy, stupid, brain-dead, mentally retarded?!"

Although Zhang Zhushi, who was being scolded a lot, knew that Yang Zekui was probably being awkward and being nice to him, he couldn't control his anger: "You are sick! Can't you speak nicely to me! You need to scold me!" Do I have such a lot!"

After shouting a few times, regardless of Yang Zekui's reaction, he dragged his suitcase and left.

Yang Zekui was slightly taken aback, and then quickly stepped forward to hold him back: "Where are you going again?! Come back with me!"

Even though he was displeased with Yang Zekui's tone and attitude, Zhang Zhushi, who really had nowhere to go, was not so stubborn anymore. After knowing that he didn't need to be a cat servant, he followed the steps given by "The Landlord" and took the opportunity to go down: "You idiot, you! Of course I I just went back with you! You are really noisy!"

Yang Zekui stopped his thoughts and was startled incredulously.

He is the landlord, he was calling the tenants to go home, and he was beaten up in turn?

Well done, what a vicious tenant.

As expected of you, my classmate from the hour.

Oh no, it should be Young Master Zhang, it's really hard for you to condescend yourself.

Thinking this way, Yang Zekui kept his gaze on Zhang Zhushi for a few seconds depressed.

Then, somehow, he quickly put away these emotions, and when he took Zhang Zhu by hand, he walked forward with his luggage

That night, nothing special happened. After arriving home, Yang Zekui gave Zhang Zhushi a brief introduction to the structure of his house.

"You already know what the first and second floors are, so I won't talk about it." Yang Zekui led Zhang Zhushi to the third floor as he said, "When you go up, there is a big bathroom next to you, and the one next to the big balcony is my room. The one next door is my cloakroom, and the rest are guest rooms, all of which have slightly smaller bathrooms. As for the other upper floors, except for the rooms where I store things, they are vacant rooms that have not been rented out yet.”

After speaking, Yang Zekui seemed to remember something again, walked straight to his room, and then pushed open the door opposite: "You live here."

Zhang Zhushi heard the sound and looked over, his eyes swept away: "Can't I live in another room?" He didn't really want to live face to face with Yang Zekui.

"No." Yang Zekui shook his head lightly, "You live here, and there are your clothes inside."

Unaware of this, Zhang Zhushi's first reaction was: "The old guy gave you all my clothes?!"

"Hey, what do you mean by 'du'?" Yang Zekui had a headache, "these are all clothes I bought for you...to be used for later filming. Tsk, who told me to be your boss, let me familiarize you with it in advance. Familiar with the content of the shooting."

Zhang Zhushi was dumb: "...Oh."

Seeing his reaction, Yang Zekui was so angry that he stared angrily, turned around and walked towards his own room opposite.

With a "bang", accompanied by Yang Zekui's muffled "sleeping", he immediately disappeared in front of Zhang Zhushi.

Zhang Zhushi was stunned for a moment, a little speechless: "This landlord's young master... obviously I didn't do anything."

The next morning, the door was slapped like a drum.

Zhang Zhushi, who was woken up in a daze by the noise, went to open the door in a half-dream.

"Who is it?" A nasal voice sounded, and Zhang Zhushi, who was sleepy, rubbed his eyes and asked.

Yang Zekui was a little slow when he heard the sound for half a second before he raised the phone in front of Zhang Zhushi: "Something happened to you!"

Zhang Zhushi snatched his cell phone, and said angrily, "What happened to you!"

"No!" Yang Zekui said twice, "Something really happened to you! If you don't believe me, see for yourself!"

Frowning, Zhang Zhushi looked at the phone he was holding in his hand, and scanned the large title on the screen word by word: "Zhang, Shi, Ji, Tuan, Er, Er, Zi, Zhang, Zhu, Shi, Borrow , use, yourself, yourself—"

Only halfway through the reading, Yang Zekui snatched the phone in a hurry and read it to him: "Zhang Zhushi, the second son of the Zhang Group, used his identity to bully his classmates behind the back of the private high school invested by the Zhang family. Indiscipline, school violence."

After reading the title, Yang Zekui, who had already expected all this, made an anxious look: "What should I do now!"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhushi, the party opposite, really didn't care.

He yawned loosely, turned around and planned to go back to sleep, and said relaxedly: "It's not your accident, why are you in a hurry."

no? !This plot is a little different from what he originally planned, isn't it? !

"Hey!" Yang Zekui took half a step forward, blocking Zhang Zhushi's hand that was about to close the door, "This matter can be big or small, but it's out of school now, you are still so leisurely?! About the title of this matter There are more and more things in the content! And the public opinion is getting more and more fermented! You—”

"Oh, I got it, I got it!" Zhang Zhu was too noisy, so he quickly interrupted him, "It's still a while before I go to school, I have to hurry up and get back to sleep, I'll talk about it later if I have anything to do."

At the end of the sentence, he added two heavy pronunciations: "Goodbye!"

"Hey!" Yang Zekui raised his hand and patted the door, pushing back Zhang Zhushi's effort to close the door, "Zhang Zhushi! I'm not caring about you! I'm caring about myself! This matter not only involves your family's shares , and was picked out of the clothing store you invested in me and—”

"Hey! I told you, I know!" Zhang Zhu was so angry that he picked up Yang Zekui and threw him on the bed, and then angrily accused him, "I said I'm going to sleep! Can you please stop chattering!"

Yang Zekui was confused, leaning his elbows on the soft bed, at a loss: "No, you, you!"

For a long time, he couldn't say anything that could express his shock at that time.

What can he say about such a Zhang Zhushi?What kind of words can match his big heart?

No.

Yang Zekui sighed secretly, looked at the guy who was snoring quickly and frowned: "This brat..."

The morning sun shone warmly on Zhang Zhushi's body, and he, who was so quiet under the warm sun, looked much more pleasing to the eye than usual.

Staring at Yang Zekui, he involuntarily stretched his brows, stretched out his hand to lightly touch Zhang Zhu's eyelashes, which were somewhat golden under the sunlight.

Instead, it was orange-brown hair tips.

This round head is also warm to the touch, just like a little sun.

Thinking about it, Yang Zekui couldn't help smiling.

If Zhang Zhushi was just an ordinary person and was not planned by Yang Anping in that old fox's plan, Yang Zekui thought, he would not want to use Zhang Zhushi to bring down Yang Anping.

Maybe, the two of them could also become real friends, instead of this kind of intentional approach to Zhang Zhushi with plans and purposes.

When everything is over, if Zhang Zhushi wants to know, he will tell him everything about these things.

Or, keep silent without saying anything, just hand him over to Bai Xiaofei who has been looking for him for many years.

Although this kid has been emphasizing that he is a straight man, how can he be absolutely sure about love? Maybe he recalled the childhood memories with Bai Xiaofei, and after experiencing various things with him, Unknowingly bent, fell in love with Bai Xiaofei quietly?

"Pfft." Yang Zekui gently twirled Zhang Zhushi's soft hair with his fingertips, and couldn't help laughing at the jump of his own thinking.

It is clear that many things have not been written yet, but in the end, I started to think about such long-term things.

"Are you comfortable?" Bo Liang's voice sounded slowly.

Yang Zekui was shocked, and quickly let go, but Zhang Zhushi had already reacted one step ahead of him, not only predicted in advance that he would retract his hand, but cleverly caught his hand, and turned over and dragged Yang Zekui into his arms .

"I'm so bored, sleep with me."

Leaving only this indifferent and shameless sentence, Yang Zekui inexplicably changed from sitting to lying in Zhang Zhushi's arms.

And Zhang Zhushi put most of his body on Yang Zekui with his hands and feet resting, making him a little out of breath.

"You brat!" Yang Zekui angrily struggled to get out of Zhang Zhushi's confinement, but Zhang Zhushi's hands and feet were like iron walls, no matter how much he resisted, it was useless.

"Tsk." Yang Zekui frowned, turned his head to look at the shameless Zhang Zhushi beside him, "You bastard—"

Yang Zekui stopped his voice before he could fully swear.

At this time, Zhang Zhushi, who was taking a nap in front of him with his eyes closed, was dripping a tear from the corner of his eyes, which made Yang Zekui's heart tremble for a moment.

——Actually, he probably cared too, but he didn't show it.

This sentence popped up in Yang Zekui's mind belatedly, and he immediately blamed himself for being so slow that he couldn't see through Zhang Zhushi's thin disguise.

And soon fell asleep, when Zhang Zhu, who was chasing a roast duck that was cooked but flew away in the dream, was crying in a very inconspicuous way: "My dear mother! The roasted duck is still good. Fly hot?!"

With a strange tone, Zhang Zhushi, who chased for a long distance but failed to catch up with the wayward roast duck, fell to his knees, no matter how tears blurred his vision.

Before arriving near the school, Yang Zekui asked, "Are you really ready?"

Zhang Zhushi played the game in his hand without raising his head: "Cut, what kind of preparations do you need for such a trivial matter, you really think too complicated of me."

Hearing this, Yang Zekui twitched the corner of his mouth and blurted out: "So we should still regard you as a single-celled organism, right?"

Zhang Zhushi's tone of voice was deliberately lowered at the end of the sentence, which made Zhang Zhushi feel a little uncomfortable.

But when it came to ranking, he didn't have much time to pay attention to him, he just said indifferently: "Yes, you are right, you are a single-celled organism."

Yang Zekui's gaze stayed on his nimbly moving slender fingers for a moment, then turned his head, pursed his lips and remained silent, not caring about the ambiguity in his words.