The landlord fools me every day

The conference room was still empty at this time, and no one came.

Zhang Zhushi pulled the door, a little hesitant to go in.

"What's the matter?" Yang Zekui, who alone sent a message to Zhang Zhushi that he had arrived 15 minutes earlier, asked knowingly from behind.

After staying quietly in the meeting room for more than five minutes, Zhang Zhushi, who could probably guess what was coming, looked at his watch again, and got up straight to leave.

"Wait." Yang Zekui called him back, "Are you going to leave before the meeting starts?"

Hearing this, Zhang Zhushi glanced at him contemptuously, with an unconcealable sarcasm in his eyes: "But now there is no one, who am I going to have a meeting with?"

After a pause, he added in a strange voice: "Are you with a ghost?"

"Wait," Yang Zekui glanced at the clock on the wall, and then said, "Hurry up, they should be here soon."

Zhang Zhushi frowned, didn't hear a word, and seemed to be ready to leave.

"Wait!" Yang Zekui's voice behind him was tinged with excitement, his brain became particularly dull and his mouth became particularly clumsy when facing the person in front of him, "He, they really came soon, the meeting will be in 10 minutes It will begin immediately."

Zhang Zhushi sneered: "Mr. Yang, is it fun to let me sit on the bench like this?"

"No!" Yang Zekui grabbed the hem of his clothes in embarrassment, unable to figure out why things turned out like this, "I just... just want to stay with you for a while."

Hearing the sound, Zhang Zhushi turned around, looked at him directly, walked towards him step by step, and slowly repeated what he said just now: "Just, do you want to stay with me for a while?"

A few steps away, Zhang Zhushi walked very slowly, and within a few seconds, Yang Zekui's emotions were firmly grasped by him.

Every step seems to be walking on his heart.

Every time Zhang Zhushi landed on the ground, Yang Zekui's heart trembled slightly.

"I……"

When Zhang Zhushi came to him, Yang Zekui suddenly lowered his head, not having the courage to continue looking at him.

Seeing the shy look of this little girl, Zhang Zhushi snorted, raised his hand and squeezed his chin to force him to look at him.

Immediately, his charming enough to touch the heartstrings sounded indifferently: "Mr. Yang, this is—want to have a conference room romance with me?"

meeting room?

Yang Zekui's eyes lit up slightly, full of doubts and incomprehensions.

He still hasn't forgotten many plots of the bloody love dramas he analyzed earlier, such as this kind of romance, isn't it generally an "office romance"?

Could it be that he is ignorant...

"Well?!"

Before he had time to think about it, Zhang Zhushi blocked his lips with a fiery kiss.

Immediately, all the memories about seven years ago and Zhang Zhushi rushed into his heart like a swarm, reaching the top of his head, burning his whole body to the point of steaming.

Between lips and teeth, lingering.

At the moment when his mind was blank, he glanced at the wall clock on the wall and cried out inwardly.

There is not much time until the meeting actually starts, and other employees may already be on the way.

Wouldn't it be possible for other people to see the way he was making out with Zhang Zhushi at that time? !

"Well?!"

Suddenly, he felt that the hand around his waist was tightened, and his whole body was brought closer to Zhang Zhu, and continued the kiss in his arms.

And in the eyes of the person in front of him, the sudden sternness and sternness in those eyes seemed to remind him not to be distracted.

Soon, without being intoxicated for a long time, there were footsteps outside.

The moment he widened his eyes and wanted to push away the person in front of him, Zhang Zhushi suddenly staggered his head and bit Yang Zekui's earlobe: "Don't move."

Instead, Yang Zekui, who froze because of these two words, also stopped breathing.

After a few long seconds, when he saw the doorknob turning, he couldn't fully accept that in front of his employees, he exposed his side and pushed away Zhang Zhushi, who was smiling slyly.

"Hello, Mr. Yang." The people who opened the door and came in continued to greet him.

And the corners of Zhang Zhushi's mouth beside Yang Zekui remained undiminished: "Mr. Yang, your face is so red, are you not feeling well?"

Yang Zekui tilted his head: "I'm fine."

During the meeting, Yang Zekui hardly took his eyes off Zhang Zhushi, as if he was going to make up for the time he hadn't seen in the past seven years.

When he was staring at Zhang Zhu, who was doing his best to give a speech, Yang Zekui suddenly felt someone tugging at his sleeve.

When I came back to my senses, it was Xiao Fang next to me.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Xiao Fang lowered his eyes, a little timidly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yang, I just pulled your cuff because I called you many times and you ignored me."

"It's okay." He said succinctly, "What's the matter?"

Before he could answer, Zhang Zhushi, who had finished explaining his views, tapped the table: "I have something to do."

As he spoke, he met eyes with Yang Zekui who turned his head.

Just as he was about to say something, Zhang Zhushi suddenly lowered his head and intentionally staggered his gaze, making him frown.

He stretched out his fingers and tapped the tabletop again, reminding him with some latent dissatisfaction: "Look at me."

After Yang Zekui raised his head, Zhang Zhushi felt a little headache looking at those sparkling eyes.

He held his forehead and explained: "I'm done. Mr. Yang, what do you think?"

"Ah?" Yang Zekui, who was just looking at people and didn't listen to what Zhang Zhushi said, was startled, and then nodded without thinking, "Very good! I agree with you!"

Hearing this, Zhang Zhushi blinked his eyes, and his stern and handsome face was somewhat cracked with astonishment.

Next to it, there was also a slight sound from an employee who was trying to hold back his laughter.

In embarrassment, he heard Zhang Zhu who was half a step closer and said: "That's it, I'll go first, Mr. Yang."

The last two words were bitten by Zhang Zhushi very strangely, which made Yang Zekui feel embarrassed when he heard them.

Seeing his back quickly packing up the materials and leaving, Yang Zekui hurriedly stood up and called to him: "Where are you going?!"

Hearing the sound, Zhang Zhushi paused for half a second before he turned around and glanced at him: "Listen to you, go to the dining hall."

"Ah?" Yang Zekui was even more puzzled, "Just now...wasn't he talking about the report?"

Zhang Zhushi and Zhang Zhushi who were standing by the door looked at each other for a while, listening to the low-pitched laughter around him, Yang Zekui's face was gradually stained with a thin layer of red.

And when he was planning to skip this embarrassing link without asking any more questions, Zhang Zhushi over there chuckled and said, "President Yang, don't miss the meeting. Can we go to the cafeteria~"

Soon, the redness on Yang Zekui's face quickly spread to his ears, and his body burned badly.

After Zhang Zhushi stared at him quietly for another second, he strode away.

Not long after coming out of the conference room, taking advantage of the break time, Yang Zekui, who was going to find Zhang Zhushi to make an appointment for lunch, heard the employees chatting about his "collapse" this morning. Personality".

"Wow, you don't know, during the meeting this morning, Mr. Yang blushed, hahaha!"

"Ahaha! Don't say it, don't say it, I'm dying laughing."

"Hahaha, it's really funny! I didn't expect Mr. Yang, who is usually vigorous and meticulous, to desert in public, and then do something that doesn't conform to other people's plans, hahaha!"

"Pfft haha! That's right, I, the person who was not present, just think about Mr. Yang's appearance at that time based on your description, it's so ridiculous, hahaha! The key is that he still does those things in a serious manner hahaha!"

Yang Zekui clenched his fists tightly, leaning against the corner wall, his face flushed.

Damn, what a shame!

How could he do something like that, fuck? !

One pass ten, ten pass a hundred.

Soon the company spread the word about this matter, and the content inside became more and more outrageous.

Although Yang Zekui didn't hear much in person, but there are many people talking, and some scraps of words will still fall into his ears indirectly several times.

He doesn't need to count the key words, just think about them with his toes: Zhang Zhushi, son of the Zhang family, love affair, he chased him, etc.

"Oh shit……"

Yang Zekui covered his face with his hands, intending to suffocate himself to death.

After more than a week, Yang Zekui, who only secretly followed Zhang Zhushi, or just passed by him on purpose, tried several times, but he still couldn't speak directly to Zhang Zhushi in private.

So let alone ask him out for a meal or something.

"Hey——" Yang Zekui, who was leaning against the corner again to blame himself for being cowardly, frowned tightly, and then cautiously stepped out to see how far Zhang Zhushi had gone.

He slammed his head into Zhang Zhushi's chest.

"what!"

Yang Zekui, who was clutching his forehead in pain, raised his eyes and glanced at the person in front of him, and then he was ready to run away with oil on his feet.

"Wait..." Zhang Zhushi prolonged his tone, dragged Yang Zekui back, and then dragged him into the empty reception room next to him.

"Tell me," he sat down on the sofa, "why do you sneak around after me these days, and then avoid me?"

Yang Zekui was at a loss for words, he tightened his clothes and couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time: "I, I..."

Suddenly, when he couldn't answer for a while, the impatient Zhang Zhushi pulled him past him.

Yang Zekui, who fell into Zhang Zhushi's arms, struggled for a while, and finally he knew clearly that he couldn't break free, so he lay quietly in his arms.

After a moment of silence, a chuckle suddenly came from above his head, and the hand touching his head stopped at the same time.

He clasped Yang Zekui's chin, forcing him to raise his head to look at him, and then pressed his thin red lips, with a frivolous tone as if he was making an out-of-the-ordinary joke.

"You really like me?" The corners of his mouth widened a bit, "Since you like me so much, why not use the fastest method to please me?"

Yang Zekui, who probably sensed something, couldn't help swallowing, the tension in the corners of his eyes and brows couldn't be concealed: "Okay."

But even so, he just answered Zhang Zhushi who was watching him with a smirk.

At noon, the company was quiet.

Apart from--

There was a slight noise in a certain waiting room.

Swallowing a mouthful of clear dew, he pressed the back of Yang Zekui's head and kissed his lips.

After a long battle between lips and teeth, he let go of him, and licked Yang Zekui's earlobe with a smirk.

A voice as low as a charm sounded magnetically: "Tell me, are you indirectly 'eating' yourself?"

Yang Zekui's cheeks and ears were all pink, and while wiping the residual liquid from the corners of his mouth, he shyly pushed Zhang Zhushi: "Shut up!"

Zhang Zhushi leaned back slightly in cooperation, then kissed the corner of Yang Zekui's mouth again, and deliberately added a sentence: "How does it taste?"

Suddenly, there was a "click", Zhang Zhushi looked at the frozen frame in the camera and mocked, "Oh, I really can't see it, so you really have a crush on me."

Dazed by the sudden flashlight, Yang Zekui reacted immediately: "Are you lying to me?!"

He clenched his fists, shouted his name angrily and cursed: "Zhang Zhushi! You bastard!"