The landlord fools me every day

When he came to his senses what happened, and at the same time mobilized all his strength to fight back, the elevator door opened with a "ding".

Then there was a "boom", and the two of them bumped into Bai Xiaofei who was a few steps away with their confused eyes.

And at Bai Xiaofei's feet was a bowl of iced red dates and white fungus soup that had been sprinkled.

Zhang Zhushi, who was still pouting, just stared blankly at Bai Xiaofei for a long time, until Yang Zekui mercilessly pinched the soft flesh on his waist before recollecting what kind of embarrassing scene it is.

Meow.

Because he ate chopped green onion when he came up, so it looked like he wanted to kiss Yang Zekui just now, but actually he just wanted to exhale in front of him at close range. Zhang Zhushi just did it to revenge Yang Zekui.

Cocoa is-

Why is Bai Xiaofei here? !

And what's more, the special meow was bumped into by him. The two of them looked a little tricky to those who didn't know? !

"Cough, cough, cough!" Zhang Zhushi quickly took a step back, put his fist in front of his lips and bent over to cough dryly.

Immediately, as if he had received some secret signal, Yang Zekui next to him also deliberately coughed a few times, and then directly raised a topic to divert the attention of the few people present: "Brother Xiaofei, is the white fungus soup delicious?"

Bai Xiaofei was stunned for half a second, then stared blankly at the delicious food spilled all over the floor, he hesitated: "Uh...I, I haven't had time to eat it yet."

After the words fell, the few people in the room fell into a deathly silence.

In the end, I don't know the exact process. Anyway, when several people were sitting on the sofa watching TV with flushed faces, pretending nothing happened, no one spoke to break the silence.

For a while, apart from the sound from the TV, there was no other movement in the room.

For a long, long time, Bai Xiaofei turned off the TV because of the two boys making out suddenly on the TV, and then caused Zhang Zhushi and Yang Zekui to look at each other. He didn't want to be so embarrassed anymore, so he scratched the back of his head and slowly took the initiative. open mouth.

"Xiao Shi." He called out with great difficulty, "You should move out."

Immediately, Zhang Zhushi's cool eyes widened a little because of the surprise.

But soon, he returned to normal.He lowered his head slightly, and his long bangs blocked his sight for an instant, making it difficult for people to see the emotion in his eyes at that time: "Okay."

Seeing him like this, memory collided with memory, and Bai Xiaofei felt a little familiar in his heart: "No..."

After he uttered a word, his words were cut off by Yang Zekui, who was looking at him from the side: "You can move in and live with me."

"Huh?!" Zhang Zhushi raised his head suddenly, even the slightly upturned hair was showing resistance, "I don't want it!"

Even if he is poor, poor, poor now, he will not bow his head to an arrogant clean freak like Yang Zekui!

and!Don't think he can't see it!This guy Yang Zekui always likes to fool him!

If he moved here and Yang Zekui became his landlord, wouldn't he have to live in being teased for the rest of his life?

So so-he doesn't want it!

"No!" He furrowed his brows deeply and denied it again.Instead, he softened his tone and said to Bai Xiaofei who was beside him, "Brother Xiaofei, I'll call you next week for this month's rent, my part-time salary hasn't been paid yet."

Yang Zekui, who read some important information from his words, looked surprised: "Did you rent the house from him?"

Zhang Zhushi slanted his eyes with a knife, and the corner of his mouth raised speechlessly to express his dissatisfaction with Yang Zekui: "Otherwise, I'm not the kind of person who likes whoring for nothing."

Of course, except for a certain guy.

As for Yang Zekui, Zhang Zhushi tried his best to squeeze him when he had the wool, and never let go of any chance to prostitute him for nothing.

Cut, who told him to be so disgusted with this kid.

Thinking so angrily, Zhang Zhushi's eyes darkened again.

Yang Zekui shrugged pretending not to care: "Whatever. If you don't have a place to live, just don't think about me again."

cut!That's natural!Iron-boned, don't even look at who the old man is? !

——On the street in the early hours of the morning, Zhang Zhushi hesitated a few times when any hotel was said to be full and no one's phone could be reached, and he had nowhere to go, and finally dialed someone's number.

"Hello~" Yang Zekui's lazy voice was at the beginning.The frivolity of the ending sound, like a kitten's coquettishness, lightly crossed Zhang Zhushi's heart.

Suppressing the discomfort, Zhang Zhushi rolled his eyes at Yang Zekui who couldn't see the phone.

Then, he pulled out a bright smiling face, and softened his tone to act coquettishly: "Landlord, I have nowhere to go, you see—"

After two short beeps, Yang Zekui hung up the phone.

Zhang Zhushi gritted his teeth and told himself over and over again in his heart that this was nothing, and everything should be done with the landlord's heart.

After a few seconds of self-relief, he heaved a sigh of relief, smiled and dialed Yang Zekui's number again, brazenly continuing to pester him: "Mr. Landlord~ Just listen to me and decide the result~"

A chuckle came from the other end of the phone: "Okay, then listen to you."

Zhang Zhushi blinked and turned his head quickly: "Ahaha, I, I, I can clean and cook for you, the landlord, and I can also be a flavoring agent in your respected life."

Listening, Yang Zekui changed his posture and raised Erlang's legs on the sofa to lean more comfortably: "What else?"

"Anything else?" Zhang Zhushi racked his brains, "And me, I can wake you up at a fixed time every day, and..."

"Needless to say." Yang Zekui smiled, "Come here directly."

"Okay!" Zhang Zhushi hung up the phone excitedly, jumped out of the suitcase, and set off to find his new landlord.

The uncle in the security room should have been greeted by Yang Zekui, and he opened the door as soon as he saw Zhang Zhushi, without Zhang Zhushi needing to explain anything.

Later, on the way to Yang Zekui's house, Zhang Zhushi dragged his suitcase and seemed to be in a good mood.

But this good mood disappeared when he arrived in front of Yang Zekui's house and saw the note pasted on his door.

"No monthly rent, but, but—"

Zhang Zhushi couldn't believe the words at the beginning, and his voice quickly choked in his throat.

Just because of the long list of rules and regulations behind "but".

no!Even if you are homeless and sleeping on the street!He also didn't want to be so restrained by Yang Zekui!

For example, Zhang Zhushi caught a glimpse above: When eating, you need to pretend to be a cat servant and feed the master (that is, me) with a spoonful of spoonfuls.

Zhang Zhushi's face was full of black lines, speechless all over his heart.

He felt that Yang Zekui had failed his studies, or that he had always been so "black".

What kind of broken rules is this? !

Angrily tore off two or three A4 sheets of paper in his hand, feeling humiliated, Zhang Zhushi stomped on them a few times: "Yang Zekui, are you sick?!"

"Yo, here you come." Just as Zhang Zhushi's voice fell, Yang Zekui's leisurely voice sounded from the second floor.

Hearing the sound, Zhang Zhushi's face, which was already livid with anger, turned greener.

At that time, Yang Zekui, who wrote these perverted regulations, was leaning against the balcony, slowly drinking the iced coffee in his hand, and there was a faintly smug smile at the corner of his mouth while talking.

"Damn it!" Zhang Zhushi clenched his fists, pointed at Yang Zekui and scolded, "You are a pervert, you?! I'm here to rent a house! I'm not here to be a cat servant to satisfy your perverted psychology!"

Yang Zekui just laughed.

He squinted his eyes comfortably, then bent down a little and rested his head on his arms folded on the railing, and said in a very tone-deaf tone: "It's almost the same."

Zhang Zhushi was about to explode in anger: "Yang Zekui, you!"

When it came to the critical point, he was speechless again.

His years of good upbringing did not allow him to swear any particularly nasty words.

"Sister." He hatefully withdrew the hand pointing at Yang Zekui, and Zhang Zhushi, who was gnashing his teeth, pulled the suitcase beside him and was about to turn around and leave.

Unexpectedly, Yang Zekui laughed and said behind him: "When I was young, I heard that your father has already greeted the renters with a radius of tens of miles. At present, no one dares to take you in except me."

"Huh?!" Zhang Zhushi's eyes widened, he was shocked and couldn't say anything.

Based on the reactions of the store owners he met before, it is not that he has not doubted this, but in retrospect, it is impossible. After all, he is Zhang Yonghui's own son. It's impossible to let him sleep on the street and eat in the trash can for the past two years, right?

But now, hearing that this was conjectured and said by others, Zhang Zhushi was a little confused and did not dare to be sure of his own denial.

Could it be that the old guy really wanted to do this?

Zhang Zhushi fell into deep thought.

"Damn!" His back molars were tense, "That old guy!" Do you just like cheating on your own son so much? !

After cursing a few times, Zhang Zhushi pulled the suitcase and left without looking back.

Seeing Zhang Zhushi's striding meteor, Yang Zekui's expression became a little serious: "Where are you going?"

"Nowhere!" Zhang Zhushi threw Yang Zekui such an unclear answer without shaking his head.

"Hey?!" Seeing that he really seemed to be plunged into the night without looking back, Yang Zekui said in a hurry because of the thick ink-stained black, "Zhang Zhushi!"

This call came out, but Zhang Zhushi didn't stop like before, and didn't give any response. Instead, he increased his pace and quickly walked out of Yang Zekui's sight.

Looking at the place where Zhang Zhushi disappeared, which was out of the light below, Yang Zekui unconsciously tightened his hand holding the coffee cup.

"This guy..." Yang Zekui, who stared at that place for a long time and never saw Zhang Zhushi's figure again, lowered his eyes and pursed his mouth in displeasure, "It's the middle of the night, it's really annoying."

He uttered these words reproachfully with the wind on the balcony, and he scratched his hair irritably, turned around and entered the house, grabbed a coat and went out to find someone.

After running almost all the nearby streets, Yang Zekui, who followed the direction pointed out by the security office to the seventh street, finally saw a lonely figure sitting huddled by the side of the street.

"Hey! Stubborn donkey!" Yang Zekui walked up while cursing, "You idiot! You are running around alone in the middle of the night?! Who do you want to worry about?!"

As he said that, he directly grabbed Zhang Zhushi's wrist who was about to dodge, grabbed him and walked back: "You stubborn ass! How can you be so stubborn!"

Zhang Zhushi, who was suddenly dragged back by Yang Zekui who appeared in front of him, hadn't recovered from his confusion for a while.

It was Zhang Zhushi's conditioned reflex that came back to him at first: "You're a stubborn ass!" Zhang Zhushi, who frowned tightly, replied subconsciously.