The landlord fools me every day

"You squat like this, but it's easy to be trampled on."

Some frivolous tone brought Yang Zekui back to his senses in an instant.

He stood up on his own, not intending to get involved with Zhang Hezhi, but simply asked, "What about others?"

Zhang Hezhi tilted his head, expressing his doubts: "Who?"

"You know it." Yang Zekui pursed his lips, "You know who I'm talking about."

Hearing this, Zhang Hezhi just smiled: "Sorry, I don't know."

After speaking, after reminding Yang Zekui, he turned around and left.

Knowing that he is the kind of character that says nothing, if he doesn't want to say, no one can ask anything from him.

Yang Zekui clenched his fists and quietly took a deep breath.

hateful!The clues that finally appeared were broken again!

He was thinking about dismantling the elevator he took today...

In the quiet toilet, there was a rustling sound first, and then the man who was wiping his clothes in front of the mirror complained softly: "Tsk, it's too bad luck to go out today."

Even after buying coffee on the front foot, someone knocked over the back foot.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhushi couldn't help frowning: "Damn it, that guy didn't even say sorry! It's really - rude."

After tidying up briefly, he took off his hat in front of the mirror and ruffled his messy hair.

I don't know why, but he was clearly here to negotiate a contract, but his brother insisted on him wearing this outfit, as well as a hat and a mask, as if he was afraid that anyone would recognize him.

He looked at himself in the mirror narcissistically for a while, then raised his hand and made a "biu" shooting motion.

Oh, it's okay, the little car accident before didn't ruin his handsome face.

but……

Combined with the fact that Zhang Hezhi always wanted him to stay abroad and not come back, and the fact that he would have to be fully armed once he returned to China, does it mean that there is something else hidden behind this?

Zhang Zhushi touched the scar on his forehead and murmured softly, "Could it be that I was actually a big star before I lost my memory?"

After rectifying, he stepped out and looked at the man with red eyes at the door.

Moreover, the man was still staring at him for a long time, not looking away for a long time.

Out of politeness, Zhang Zhushi still nodded at him with squinted eyes, then pressed his hat and planned to leave quickly.

The meeting was about to start, and he had to hurry upstairs.

"Huh?!" The strange man behind him suddenly grabbed his arm, "You!"

However, he didn't say anything.

When Zhang Zhu turned his head, he was dazed and strangely stared at by his tear-stained eyes.

This guy...isn't there a problem with his brain?

What are you doing suddenly pulling him to cry?

He didn't intend to say anything more, so he withdrew his hand and was ready to rush to the conference room.

However, every time his hand twitched, the hand of the man holding him would follow closely like a shadow.

Zhang Zhushi pouted.He looked him up and down hastily: "You...recognized the wrong person?"

I saw that as soon as these words came out, the man's expression became more excited: "No! I won't admit the wrong person! How could I mistake you! Zhang Zhushi!"

Um?This guy even knows his name?

Sure enough, it's possible that he came from a celebrity before?

Thinking about it, Zhang Zhushi smiled politely at him, and after two silly laughs, he suddenly shook off Yang Zekui's hand on his arm.

Immediately, he strode away and waved to Yang Zekui, who was full of tears behind him: "Sorry, I don't want to do that! Let's go first!"

After a long time, Yang Zekui moved on the spot.

Why don't you do that?

What means?

While thinking, he raised his hand to wipe away the tears that kept falling from his eyes.

In fact, the fact is already obvious, isn't it——

Not only did Mrs. Yang pretend not to know him, but she also said "let's not do that", didn't he clearly express his current feelings for him?

Yang Zekui, the only direct son of the Yang family, and currently the president of the Yang family, was crying in the bathroom on the first floor at the time of the most traffic.

Regarding whether the two of them have missed the question now, he doesn't know, and he doesn't want to know or admit anything from the bottom of his heart.

But the fact is that it is cruel, and when he was a little numb without knowing it, he couldn't wait to throw the slightly pale answer in front of him in order to laugh at him wantonly.

For the 17-year-old, he has no choice between interests and feelings. If he is given another chance, although the facts at the time will probably still prompt him to choose interests, at least he can choose without regrets.

For example, at those times when Zhang Zhushi seemed to be confessing in a joke, he didn't think about anything and agreed to him without hesitation.

It's just everything, at this time, it seems that it's too late.

He also said it himself before, time is gone forever, and it will not turn around like a merry-go-round.

At that time, he told Zhang Zhushi not to be stupid.Similarly, at that time, the remaining rationality in his brain warned himself over and over again: Don't be stupid.

Seeing Yang Zekui crying, almost no one dared to take a second look, and no one dared to go up to comfort them.

After all, the image Yang Zekui gave them was a scrupulous, cold, young and promising son of the Yang family, and he was far away from them.

Such people, in fact, it is better not to have anything to do with them.

When the call came, Yang Zekui didn't even look at it, and immediately retorted before the person on the other end of the phone could speak: "The meeting is cancelled."

Hearing this, the assistant was anxious to say something, reminding him of the importance of this meeting: "But—"

"No but!" When Yang Zekui, who rarely showed anger, got angry, the little assistant didn't dare to say more.

After she answered silently, Yang Zekui suddenly hung up the phone.

Just as he got out of the elevator, Zhang Zhushi, who received the news, looked at the phone screen and bit his lips angrily: These rich people!Play them like toys? !

Complaining in his heart, but unable to respond with anything, Zhang Zhushi sent Zhang Hezhi a WeChat message, then turned around and entered the elevator, ready to go home.

At the gate, I personally came down and told the security guards to keep an eye on Yang Zekui who was dressed in black, wearing a hat and a mask, and he was relieved after emphasizing it several times.

After that, when he picked up the phone, Zhang Zhushi happened to pass behind him.

However, what is very dramatic is that when Yang Zekui was on the phone, his attention was focused on the assistant on the other end of the phone, and Zhang Zhushi, who was walking past behind him, was also focused on going home quickly, so that no one noticed each other. Just by my side.

"What?! Where did you say he appeared last?!" Yang Zekui frowned, his serious expression and frowning tone startled the security guard and the assistant on the phone.

She licked her lips, looked at the monitor on the monitor and said, "If what you described is correct and what I found is correct, then the gentleman you mentioned happened to walk past you just now."

Yang Zekui gripped the phone tightly with his fingers.

After a while, he asked word by word: "You, yes, no, yes, no, want, do, do you?"

"No!" The assistant immediately reported her new discovery, and said everything she knew without any delay, "According to my investigation just now, that gentleman has a room for the meeting that he arranged for you today. Let’s go, so I deduce that he should be participating today—”

Following two rapid beeps, Yang Zekui hung up the phone directly.

The little assistant who was talking about it here suddenly felt like a deflated ball, and the whole person relaxed and let out a big sigh of relief: "Phew—it seems that I am still safe for the time being."

In the garage, the driver Yang Zekui who hurriedly ran to drive didn't need to do it himself.

While driving, he made calls one by one from the information of the participants in the meeting sent by his assistant.

After trying again and again, Yang Zekui finally managed to find Zhang Zhushi on the seventh attempt.

"Hello?" Zhang Zhushi's tone was casual, as if it didn't matter who called.

"I..." When he got through to his mobile phone number, Yang Zekui didn't know what to say again.

He muttered for a long time, and then when Zhang Zhushi said that he was going to hang up, his thoughts raced quickly, and he blurted out and asked him: "Where are you?!"

"Huh?" Zhang Zhushi's voice paused for a few seconds, and he seemed to recognize that it was the voice of the strange man he saw at the toilet door, "Why are you calling me?"

"Because I, I..."

For a long time, Yang Zekui, whose head was stuck, failed to catch up with Zhang Zhushi's words in time.

And almost, he almost rear-ended the car in front.

He stopped the car, couldn't help but soften his voice, and said to Zhang Zhushi on the other end of the phone, "Tell me, where are you now, okay?"

Zhang Zhushi listened with a frown, and quietly met Zhang Hezhi's eyes with a smile on his face.

No... why does this guy have such an expression?

Zhang Zhushi narrowed his eyes indifferently, and then reported to a coffee shop near the neighborhood where he currently lives: "You just go there and wait for me, I will go there to find you later."

"Okay, okay!" Yang Zekui's face suddenly burst into a smile, his trembling voice could not contain the excitement, "I'll be there right away! You must come!"

Zhang Zhushi took a shot in a daze, and after recollecting it, he agreed indifferently: "Got it, you..."

"It's okay to slow down" that was about to come out later stuck in his throat.

After thinking about it, he still didn't say anything in the end. After hanging up the phone neatly, he motioned to Zhang Hezhi: "Have you heard everything? Just take me to a nearby coffee shop."

Zhang Hezhi smiled even more: "I think I should treat your brain quickly."

"Tsk!" Although this is a fact, Zhang Zhushi somehow felt uncomfortable when he said it, "Can you say it differently next time?"

After glaring at Zhang Hezhi, who was driving, complainingly, Zhang Zhushi, who was speaking angrily, turned his head to the side, blowing the cool and pleasant wind in early autumn.

Zhang Hezhi glanced at him from the rearview mirror, the corners of his mouth widened unconsciously.

Really, just for one Yang Zekui, those seemingly difficult things, one by one, were really done by this kid.

Then, under this long foreshadowing, it is time for the upcoming good show to be ready.

Thinking of this, the smile on his face suddenly dissipated, he stepped on the accelerator, and drove the car away.