The landlord fools me every day

Since the calf injury on the day of looking for the cat, Zhang Zhushi's body has been suffering from small bruises one after another, which made Yang Zekui annoyed for a while.

Taking advantage of the fact that the person across from him was sitting at the desk reading a book, he grabbed his collar and asked sharply, "What have you learned all these years?! You won't go back when others bully you like this?!"

Zhang Zhushi looked at the clock on the wall disapprovingly: "It's about to ring the nap bell, you'd better let go of me, I want to hurry up and read more."

"No?" Yang Zekui frowned deeply, "Do you still have any self-consciousness as the son of the Zhang family? They—"

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Zhushi's smiling eyes became a little more serious: "Mr. Landlord, if you say that, I will think that you are really doing things like superiority."

Yang Zekui was stunned for a moment, and his face quickly returned to normal.

When he let go of Zhang Zhu, he curled his lips uncomfortably, and subconsciously dodged Zhang Zhu's gaze towards him: "I, I didn't."

Zhang Zhushi chuckled, and continued to move his eyes back to the page: "Sometimes people and people's birth don't mean anything. Man, that would make me feel mean and pathetic."

As he said that, he smiled lightly: "Everyone's living environment is somewhat different, and the world they see will also be different subjectively. My difference is just magnified silently and unintentionally by interested people. In general, Saying I'm no different than everyone else."

After babbling a lot, Yang Zekui frowned and lowered his jaw to look at Zhang Zhushi.

Just as he was about to speak, he met Zhang Zhushi who turned his head and looked in his direction.

In the warm sun at noon, he saw Zhang Zhushi who was surrounded by Jin Cancan in the backlight and said with a smile: "If we are really stronger than others to some extent, we should remain rational and humble, and Isn't it arrogant and superior. Otherwise, it just makes me feel like I have it all for nothing, a stupid egomaniac."

Yang Zekui froze in surprise.

This is different from the educational concept he received in the previous ten years.

To be sure, it is - completely different.

Such words and viewpoints are completely contrary to what the Yang family taught Yang Zekui, and they are also completely different from every one of the people he has come into contact with who are eager to make friends with businessmen from all walks of life.

He had never heard anyone say or mention a word about "rationality", "modesty", or any of these words.

"So, you didn't care how others would pour dirty water on you from the beginning, did you?" Yang Zekui opened his lips and said word for word.

Zhang Zhushi shrugged: "How is it possible? I still care about splashing dirty water to some extent. It's just that if some things are imposed on me, I don't care at all. Anyway, the clean will clean itself. There's no need to explain things over and over again."

As he said that, he turned around, leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes: "Don't say good things twice, you will believe what you should believe, and you will never believe what you don't believe. It's useless to say more, as long as you stay sincere and continue to do well." I can do it myself. Anyway, I have been here for more than ten years, wanting me to change myself because of someone, I feel that no one has been able to influence me so successfully for the time being.”

At that moment, Yang Zekui seemed to see a few truly revealed words from Zhang Zhushi: gentle and powerful.

In the so-called high society, there are always people who want to jump into this circle desperately, and there are always people who want to escape from this masquerade vortex desperately.

Therefore, among them, people like Zhang Zhushi, who are used to seeing all kinds of things, but can still insist on themselves and respect others rationally, have become a rare outlier.

Thinking of this, Yang Zekui couldn't help but sneer.

He probably understood the reason why Bai Xiaofei was obsessed with the person in front of him for many years, and he also understood a little bit why he was able to play well with Zhang Hezhi and the Zhang family.

As far as looking down on the big, Zhang Zhushi can have such a point of view and understanding, presumably his family members are all interesting, kind and honest people who teach.

Probably because he felt that he had learned another side of Zhang Zhushi, Yang Zekui accepted the previous plan and planned to let nature take its course in the next time.

It's no longer the kind of deliberately increasing favorability, but putting every little bit of Zhang Zhushi's favorability into small daily things.

In the first half of the semester of high school, when the final exam was approaching, whoever brought up Zhang Zhushi’s school violence and posted it on the headlines of the school bar, this farce that had been gradually alleviated for a long time was staged again .

What made Yang Zekui even more troublesome was that this incident seemed to be even bigger than before, and it made the onlookers feel the anger of both humans and gods.

Yang Zekui was sitting on a chair, with his legs crossed and his mobile phone quietly swiping, his brows furrowed deeply.

Zhang Zhushi was lying on the bed reading a book, and the picture was harmonious.

With a "ding dong", Zhang Zhushi's cell phone rang.

Hearing the sound, Yang Zekui focused his gaze on Zhang Zhushi who was looking at his phone.

"Who?" he asked.

"No one." Zhang Zhushi replied calmly, put the phone aside after typing a few deftly on the keyboard, and continued to read with downcast eyes.

Yang Zekui watched his actions silently, then got up and grabbed his book: "Reading like this is not good for your eyes, get up."

Zhang Zhushi pouted: "Brother, it's so comfortable."

Yang Zekui didn't look sideways, and continued to stare at him with a serious face: "No, it's comfortable, but it's not healthy."

Looking at each other for a few seconds, Zhang Zhushi was defeated.

"Okay." He turned over and lay flat on the bed, squinting his eyes, "I really admire you, why do you look more and more like my father?"

Yang Zekui listened quietly without speaking.

His gaze unconsciously stayed on Zhang Zhushi's thin red lips for a moment, then he moved away dryly, his voice hoarse: "In a few days, it will be your birthday, right?"

"Huh?!" Zhang Zhushi suddenly recovered, "How do you know this?!"

Yang Zekui didn't speak, his slightly sluggish expression revealed speechlessness.

Zhang Zhushi blinked and smiled awkwardly: "Haha, yes, you should be able to find it on Baidu."

"..." Yang Zekui pursed his lips and closed his eyelids almost indiscernibly.

Was he really right to change the content of the plan before?

A dull and stupid person like Zhang Zhushi, will he really understand the kindness he poured into him?

Yang Zekui was puzzled, but he had no way of knowing the answer.

"I..." He wanted to speak a little bit, and said the phrase in his heart, "I'm fine, what are you doing on your birthday?", but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it.

What he said in this way seemed too deliberate, as if he was in a hurry to claim credit.

In the end, he just raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "This month's rent will be increased by five hundred."

"Huh?!" Zhang Zhu jumped up from the bed in shock, and hugged Yang Zekui as a hindsight, "Master Landlord, Brother Landlord, Mr. Landlord, you, why did you suddenly increase the money?! Don't do that Well, okay? I will cook for you in the future without any bad thoughts!"

When it comes to things like money, Zhang Zhushi can always be treated very well, which makes Yang Zekui, who has tried everything, very useful and in a good mood.

"Huh?" Yang Zekui tilted his head lightly, "As your landlord, then as your boss, and then as your deskmate, I have a conscience. Since the rent has risen, the salary and so on I will give you a raise without any hassle."

When I realized later that Yang Zekui was teasing my own Zhang Zhu, I was a little annoyed, but what came to my heart was more joy.

"Great!"

Yang Zekui has always been rich and powerful, so the salary increase must be several times higher than the rent increase.

Knowing this, Zhang Zhushi rolled his eyes with a smile, hung on Yang Zekui in a very disfigured manner and cheered, "Good!"

"Tsk," Yang Zekui smacked the corner of his mouth a few times to cover up his injustice, "You really are a money fan."

Zhang Zhushi heard this, and stood upright in front of Yang Zekui who said this, and turned his hands on his hips, looking down at him from above: "That's natural. If you ask me, employees who are not happy with the boss's salary increase are fools."

"Employee?" Yang Zekui corrected with sleepy eyes, "You are a part-time job, so you are not considered my employee."

After Zhang Zhushi finished speaking, he waved his hands indifferently and lay back on the soft and comfortable bed with the word "big": "It's all the same, as long as you're happy."

Regarding this, Yang Zekui had nothing to say, but raised the corners of his lips helplessly.

When the conversation with Zhang Zhushi became so natural, Yang Zekui didn't know.

But in general, getting along with Zhang Zhushi without purpose like this is indeed better than getting close to him in a planned way before and getting closer to him.

Thinking of this, the phone that Yang Zekui had just put aside just vibrated twice.

Turning his head to look, his smile suddenly froze on his face.

Perhaps there is a causal relationship, Shang Yimiao was still thinking about approaching Zhang Zhu without a purpose, and the next second he was reminded by Yang Anping in a warning style——

On the screen of the phone, Yang Anping's words were a bit harsh: Have you had fun recently?

The next sentence that follows is: Have you ever forgotten your family training?

Seeing the last word, Yang Zekui, whose mouth was completely flattened, frowned, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by someone.

His breath paused, and his chaotic thoughts slowed down for a few seconds before reaching out to pick up the phone to unlock and reply.

Did not forget.

After quickly typing these words, Yang Zekui's fingertips paused on the send button. Such hesitation reminded him of the time when he asked Bai Xiaofei to drive Zhang Zhushi out.

"What's the matter? Doesn't your complexion look good?" Zhang Zhushi, who was wrapped into a spring roll by the air conditioner next to him, cast a probing look at the dignified Yang Zekui.

Yang Zekui recovered after hearing the words: "It's nothing."

As he spoke, he pressed the send button together, and sent the contents of the dialog box to that end.

Almost in the next moment, the reply from the other end came: that's good.

Yang Zekui glanced lightly, closed the phone and got up to leave: "The exam is coming soon, go to bed early."

"Hey?!" Seeing his movement, Zhang Zhushi suddenly sat up on the bed and called him, "Wait!"

"Huh?" Yang Zekui turned around and stood still, waiting for his next words, "What's wrong?"

"I..." Zhang Zhushi blinked his eyes slowly, but his slightly parted thin lips finally didn't say anything.

He smiled and shook his head, then waved his hand at Yang Zekui, indicating that he had nothing to say.

"En." Yang Zekui replied, his eyes dimmed a bit.

"Go to bed early." Rereading these words again, Yang Zekui turned around and left without stopping.