The landlord fools me every day

Chapter 32

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhushi suddenly stepped back a few steps away from Yang Zekui who seemed to him inexplicably sullen: "I, I won't go! I'm leaving! I'm going home!"

"Hey?!" Yang Zekui pulled him back, then raised his hand to stop a taxi while frowning and saying harsh words, "No! You can't help this!"

During the whole process of being forced into a taxi by Yang Zekui, Zhang Zhushi struggled desperately, trying to get out of trouble by himself, away from the abyss he would go to next.

Oh no, hell, that's hell!

Just thinking about Yang Zekui and what he said just now made Zhang Zhushi's hair stand on end and broke out in a cold sweat!

"Woooo! I'm not going, I'm not going! Let me go! Let go!" After closing the door and starting the car, Zhang Zhushi still kept his eyes closed and resisted, "Yang Zekui! You are a pervert! I want to call the police I want to appeal and report you!"

Huddled in a corner and quietly watched Zhang Zhu, who was crying pear blossoms and raining rain, and heard his desperate struggle, he smiled at the driver master looking from the rearview mirror with some shame: "It's okay, it's okay, my brother is drinking alcohol." drunk."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhushi's thoughts, body and mind paused for a second, and then he became even more violent: "Yang Zekui! Who is your younger brother! Don't talk nonsense, nonsense, nonsense, nonsense, nonsense, and nonsense! You are so shameless! Put gold on your face!"

Yang Zekui crossed his arms, silently staring at Zhang Zhushi, who had finished chattering, and had a moment to catch his breath: "Are you finished?"

Zhang Zhushi's mouth was raised high, his wet eyes were bloodshot, and his clenched fists were full of refusal to admit defeat: "I haven't finished talking! I want to say more! I want to talk about you being ashamed of your actions! Speaking of you Willingly let me go back! Speaking of your sincere apology to me!"

Yang Zekui pinched his brows and looked away, leaning his elbows on the window frame beside him, coaxing repeatedly: "Okay, you continue to talk, continue to talk." Anyway, he will not do anything as he wishes.

Hearing what he said, Zhang Zhushi shut up instead.

He bit his lips hard, and wanted to blurt out words that were almost violent, but Zhang Zhushi, who was deeply rebellious, swallowed them all by himself.

Forget it, let's die, anyway, remember to beat Yang Zekui hard before he dies.

Nu Zui thought so, turned his head to the other side of Zhang Zhu, turned his back to Yang Zekui, gradually fell silent, and the faint sobbing gradually stopped.

Halfway, Yang Zekui asked the driver to stop.

Zhang Zhushi just got out of the car, and pointed to this quiet place that can be called a rich area of ​​"birds don't shit" and questioned Yang Zekui: "Brother, do you really want to come here?!"

Yang Zekui straightened the hem of his clothes, and then smiled brightly at Zhang Zhushi: "Guess."

At that time, Yang Zekui's smile felt especially permeating when Zhang Zhu was in the room.

He swallowed, took a step forward and grabbed his wrist tightly: "I'll just eat my head! Anyway, even if I die, I will hold you back!"

The smile on Yang Zekui's face froze for a moment, and then he burst into laughter.

He bent his beautiful eyes and looked at Zhang Zhushi speechlessly.

Afterwards, he still didn't say anything, let Zhang Zhushi hold his wrist tightly, just a few steps ahead and walked forward with the very reluctant Zhang Zhushi.

After passing a small path, Zhang Zhushi, who entered the corridor through a small door, was a little surprised when he saw the splendor in front of him.

Well, what a magnificent place, is it so rich now?

Seeing Zhang Zhushi's slightly opened mouth in surprise, Yang Zekui found it even more amused.But he didn't show anything other than the wider curvature of the corners of his mouth.

After leading Zhang Zhu through another section of the road, Yang Zekui said to a rather simple-looking house in the back, "Here we are."

"Huh...huh?!" Zhang Zhushi's eyes widened, and he looked at the two completely different community houses one after another. He was full of doubts and didn't know where to start.

What the hell? !In such a rich community, would there still be such a humble-looking building? !

It's really not Zhang Zhushi's exaggeration. The visual difference between the two houses is like seeing a deer by chance in an elephant garden.

It's one thing to be completely different, and it's also one thing that the style doesn't match at all.

In short, the small and big reasons can be summed up, and Zhang Zhushi was surprised to eat less rice.

When opening the door according to the password, Yang Zekui suppressed a smile and said to the people behind him: "Don't be surprised, I asked the owner to build this house specially for me at my expense."

Zhang Zhushi bared his teeth, squinted his eyes and quietly watched Yang Zekui behind him.

It took him a long time before he could hold back a short sentence that could clearly express his mood at the moment: "It's amazing to be rich."

"En." Pushing the door open and turning sideways, Yang Zekui put his hands on the door, and only responded shallowly.

Sure enough, customization is really customization——

As soon as Zhang Zhushi entered, he could see a unique large shelf leaning against the entire wall, full of clear stacked transparent shoe boxes, and the inside was full of shoes, and there were labels between the columns and rows Classification.

Looking at the shoe cabinet that showed the personality of the owner just after entering the door, Zhang Zhushi glanced at Yang Zekui with a smile on his face: "Oh, it really is your house."

Yang Zekui paused when he changed his shoes after hearing something strange in his words: "You know I like shoes?"

Zhang Zhushi looked at all kinds of shoes by the wall and whispered solemnly: "Almost. When we first met, I knew that you were a clean freak who loves shoes. Later, I found out that you are a clean freak who loves clothes."

"Cleanliness in clothes?" Yang Zekui frowned, puzzled.

Zhang Zhushi immediately raised his eyebrows at him, and proudly said: "You don't understand this, I created this word specially for you. It means that you are a clean freak who likes clothes to the point of madness. Collect all the beautiful clothes in the world.”

Hearing this, Yang Zekui was even more puzzled: "Shouldn't that be obsessive-compulsive disorder, and how did you know these things about me?"

Hearing this, Zhang Zhushi just patted him on the shoulder in a funny way: "It's almost the same. Anyway, brother boss, every time I take a picture and you stare at my clothes like a fascination, I really can't ignore your look." Fiery eyes."

Yang Zekui gave a dry cough, and turned the chair abruptly to the topic: "The kitchen is inside."

Zhang Zhushi put his hips on his hips silently and watched him wipe his shoes with a wet paper towel next to him after sitting down and changing his shoes, and couldn't help chuckling.

——It’s really a clean freak.

To Zhang Zhushi's surprise, Yang Zekui, a clean freak, brought him home for dinner.

Even if he really had to find someone to feed him, it would be less shocking than Zhang Zhushi felt.

Holding his forehead teasingly, Zhang Zhushi put on Yang Zekui's little pink apron, and followed Yang Zekui into the kitchen.

Damn it, didn't you invite him to dinner? How come he has to cook too.

Although it was Zhang Zhushi who opened Jinkou first to ask Yang Zekui, the boss, to treat him to dinner, he really couldn't figure out why Yang Zekui would bring him home directly instead of just throwing him at any small shop nearby to prevaricate him. Or directly reject what you want to come directly.

Can't figure it out, can't figure it out at all, Zhang Zhushi is really more difficult than a math problem to figure out Yang Zekui's mind.

"I don't eat chopped green onion, I don't want tomatoes, less salt and less oil, I like sour ones." Yang Zekui leaned against the pool with his arms folded, talking non-stop, "Oh, more specific taboos and hobbies are posted. It's over there in the refrigerator, you can go and see for yourself when the time comes."

Zhang Zhushi, who was washing the rice, paused and paused. Hearing what Yang Zekui said, his head grew bigger and bigger.

Suddenly, his temples popped twice, accompanied by the blue veins on his forehead, and he yelled at him: "Are you sick?! Think of me as your nanny?!"

Yang Zekui tilted his head when he heard the words, his eyes were full of innocence: "I didn't treat you as a nanny."

Zhang Zhushi clenched his fists, quietly took a few deep breaths, and finally suppressed the anger in his heart: "Okay, you didn't treat me as a nanny, you just treated me as a younger brother."

After speaking, Zhang Zhushi let out a long sigh of relief, and continued to wash his rice with his head down.

He would do this not because he wanted to whore this meal for nothing because he was short of money, but because he wanted to use his "exquisite" cooking skills to repay Yang Zekui for telling him these things intimately.

On the dining table, Yang Zekui held up his chopsticks dryly, and his eyes darted back and forth on the dishes such as fried garlic with chopped green onion, stewed tomato with chopped green onion, and stir-fried peppers.

Finally, he took a deep breath and slowly put down his chopsticks.

Holding his forehead, he said softly, "Is that how you retaliated against me?"

Yang Zekui, who said these words in a straightforward tone, felt tired.

Zhang Zhushi, who was sitting across the table, asked in disapproval, "So what?"

As he spoke, he also stretched out his chopsticks to "caringly" pick up a piece of garlic for Yang Zekui.

Yang Zekui looked at the garlic in the bowl, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "You, you... are really awesome."

In the end, he could only come up with this adjective.

Yang Zekui stared at Zhang Zhushi on the opposite side for a few seconds, put down his chopsticks, got up and walked to the indoor elevator.

Seeing that Yang Zekui was about to leave, Zhang Zhushi hurriedly put down the bowls and chopsticks and chased after him.

"What are you running for?" As soon as he got on the elevator, Zhang Zhushi asked while hooking Yang Zekui's neck.

Yang Zekui frowned, and when he pushed him away, he raised his hand and pressed the second floor.

Seeing the number of floors, Zhang Zhushi's facial features instantly wrinkled together: "You always take the elevator on the second floor? Tsk, it's hopeless."

After complaining mercilessly, he leisurely let go, and took half a step away from Yang Zekui beside him.

Near Zhu Zhechi, near the ink is black.

He didn't want to let himself be infected with laziness through Yang Zekui, the young master.Otherwise, when he got home, his dear rebellious daddy would beat him to death with his precious leather belt.

Alas, talking about that belt, Zhang Zhushi really wanted to cry without tears.

For that belt, I don’t know why, but the ordinary imitation leather that costs a few tens of dollars is so good that it explodes.

——It is so good that it carries the blood and tears of Zhang Zhushi's entire childhood.

Zhang Zhushi, who was caught in the not-so-good memories, suddenly turned livid.

Yang Zekui first glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, then turned to look at him squarely, raised his chin slightly, leaned behind the elevator and looked at the person in front of him with a suppressed smile: "What's the matter? You were quite arrogant just now? Why did you suddenly become so complex now? Difference?"

Hearing this, Zhang Zhushi turned his head quietly, and glanced over with a knife: "You talk a lot of bullshit!"

Before Yang Zekui could sneer, he felt a black shadow flash in front of him, and then Zhang Zhushi grabbed the back of his head, and the whole person went straight into his arms.