The landlord fools me every day

In the car, Zhang Zhushi, who was sitting in the co-pilot appreciating the photos, was full of malice: "Tsk tsk, my photography skills are pretty good~"

Yang Zekui, who had been teased so much, had bruised veins on his forehead, and his hands gripping the steering wheel were even harder: "Zhang Zhushi! Can you stop being so shameless!"

"What's shameless?" Zhang Zhushi pouted his head, smiling at his frivolous words, "At the time of the company, did someone take the initiative to take off the belt first?"

Yang Zekui was really angry: "Zhang Zhushi!"

He slammed on the brakes, parked the car on the side of the road, and yelled at Zhang Zhushi, "Get out of here!"

Hearing this, Zhang Zhushi straightened his expression.

He crossed his arms and silently looked at the picture reflected in the rearview mirror, his voice was calm but firm: "I won't go down."

After a stalemate with him for a while, Yang Zekui, who had nothing to do with Zhang Zhu, started the car, turned the steering wheel to adjust the parking position, and then slammed on the accelerator.

Zhang Zhushi, who used to be driven by Zhang Hezhi, was no stranger to it.

He raised his hand and brushed the bangs on his forehead, then leaned back on the seat, closed his eyes and took a nap.

Open your eyes again, you have reached your destination.

Hearing the quiet breathing in the car, Zhang Zhushi tilted his head to look at Yang Zekui who was sleeping beside him, feeling amused.

Tsk tsk, even though he called him an asshole, he was actually very dear to him in his heart.

Quietly, Zhang Zhushi, who put away the smile on his face, turned his head: "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." The sleepy Yang Zekui rubbed his eyes, and answered vaguely, short and sweet.

Zhang Zhushi, whose heart was pounding, slightly hooked the corners of his lips after he got out of the car.

If this guy really likes him, then it's better to keep him by his side for fun after taking back the company.

After swaggeringly following Yang Zekui into his house, Zhang Zhushi spread out on the lazy sofa beside him, his face full of satisfaction: "Oh, I can't tell, Mr. Yang, you really brought me back."

Yang Zekui, who was concentrating on pouring water, didn't want to talk to this thick-skinned guy.

After taking a sip of water to relieve his anger, he still didn't even give him a look, and opened the cabinet to get the cat food.

Seeing the big bag of cat food in Yang Zekui's hand, Zhang Zhu turned his eyes to the side when he realized something——

A ball of white fur fell asleep on the sofa, it was nothing but a cat!

"Damn?!" He couldn't wait to reach out and touch it, "Do you still have cats?"

Yang Zekui glanced at him angrily: "There are so many things you don't know, you don't have to be so surprised about everything."

Then, when he saw the smiling Zhang Zhushi playing with his cat, the second part of the sentence "Furball is not very good-tempered" slipped silently through his teeth.

"Muppet cat?" Zhang Zhushi whispered while grabbing the fur ball by the ear, looking into its beautiful blue eyes.

"Yes." Yang Zekui, who had put away the cat food and freeze-dried it, approached, put the things on the coffee table, and the fur ball jumped onto the table nimbly and started to eat, "I picked it up before."

Hearing this, another wave of teasing from Zhang Zhushi: "Wow~ Mr. Yang really deserves to be Mr. Yang, the cat he picked up is as noble as you."

After hearing this, Yang Zekui, who was feeding the cat beside him, couldn't help but frowned: "Zhang Zhushi, can you stop talking with thorns in your mouth now?"

"Now?" He opened his eyes wide, "I always talk like this, what's the matter, doesn't Mr. Yang like me like this?"

Yang Zekui was silent for a while before saying, "It's different."

Then, after feeding another piece of freeze-dried fur ball, he was about to get up and repeated it lightly: "It's not that I don't like it, but it feels different."

"Come back." Without giving him a chance to leave, Zhang Zhushi pulled him back.

Then, Zhang Zhushi looked at him tenderly, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to overflow with water, and he gently rubbed his cheeks with his fingertips: "Tell me, why is it different?"

Uncomfortable with this awkward posture, Yang Zekui moved, "Let me go first."

Zhang Zhushi was still smiling, and looked a bit ruffian: "Don't let it go. When you say it, I'll think about it or not."

Yang Zekui stared at him silently, his throat seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

After a while, he sighed and called out his name: "Zhang Zhushi, you have really changed a lot."

That means—he knew him before?

"You knew me well before?"

Hearing this, Yang Zekui, whose heart was slightly stabbed, lowered his eyelids: "No...not very familiar."

After listening, let go of Zhang Zhushi who hugged him and stared at him quietly for a moment, allowing him to be free.

Then, he raised his bangs on his forehead: "Although you are the son of my rival's family, I am not a person who likes to cover up, nor is I a person who likes to lie. To put it simply, I have amnesia."

As soon as these words came out, Yang Zekui's eyes widened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He leaned close to the scar on Zhang Zhushi's forehead, which was so deep that it left shocking traces: "When did it happen?! You have come to see me for seven years, and even cut off all contact with me because of this? !"

Finally, under Zhang Zhushi's ecstatic gaze, he asked cautiously with tears in his eyes, "Does it hurt?"

That sound seemed to speak in Zhang Zhushi's heart.

From the depths of Yang Zekui's eyes, he almost thought that Yang Zekui was not the one who had the car accident at that time.

"Are you caring about me?" he asked.

Yang Zekui hated iron for being weak: "Isn't this nonsense! Also, answer my question! In the past few years you—"

His words came to an abrupt end.

Zhang Zhushi's kiss took away all the voices behind him.

The next day, Yang Zekui woke up from the bed warmly illuminated by the sun, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Zhang Zhushi lying beside him.

Immediately, his breathing stopped.

At that time, the man he had been thinking about day and night for seven years was holding him tightly in his arms after making out with him all night.

He thought, at such a time, anyone would feel happy to some extent.

But for him, the degree of happiness is as many and as big as several Pacific oceans, and there is no way to count it.

"Are you awake?" Zhang Zhushi, who opened his eyes suddenly, narrowed his eyes at him, and Yang Zekui, who was in his arms, couldn't help but pause because of his hoarse voice.

——Yang Zekui felt that his sense of happiness had more than doubled quietly.

After waking up, Zhang Zhushi, who made breakfast and took care of Yang Zekui to get up, change clothes, and wash up, finally waved to him without looking back: "Let's go."

"Wait!" Yang Zekui hurriedly got up from his seat, "Where are you going?"

Zhang Zhushi smiled lightly: "Where else can I go after the cannonballing? Let's go home."

"Cannon?" Yang Zekui, who held his arm, was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean by this word...?"

After listening, Zhang Zhushi took his hand out of his hand and walked away. At the same time, he answered him lightly: "Yesterday was a voluntary transaction by adults, so don't worry too much about it."

That day, Yang Zekui, who was standing there stupidly, thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out whether it was because he hadn't seen Zhang Zhushi for a long time, and he hadn't been able to adapt to his changes so quickly, or he didn't understand clearly from the very beginning. Zhang Zhushi is this person.

The meeting with Bai Xiaofei was because Zhang Zhushi was regretting his impulsive way home yesterday.

At that time, the rapid beeping sound of a car came from beside him.

Looking back, he met his eyes with Bai Xiaofei who rolled down the car window and smiled at him.

When we arrived at the coffee shop near his home, Zhang Zhushi, who had a slight impression of Bai Xiaofei, chatted with him casually: "Well, yes, I have been back to China for a while."

With that said, he took another sip of his coffee.

Bai Xiaofei, who was sitting opposite, hooked his lips: "When I was young, there was a distance between you and me."

Zhang Zhushi didn't take it seriously: "There is some distance between everyone, so don't worry about it."

Bai Xiaofei just laughed when he heard this: "When you were young, you have grown up."

"Thank you." He smiled and nodded, "Although I don't think this is a compliment, I still want to express my thanks to you."

As soon as these words came out, Bai Xiaofei restrained the smile on his face.

He looked at him calmly, and the words came out plainly: "When I was young, I also want to thank you. At that time, thanks to you, I didn't do anything stupid."

Zhang Zhushi, who had a slightly vague impression of this, nodded: "Well, although I have lost my memory, I can still remember part of this. I want to say, no thanks, it should be."

Bai Xiaofei, who caught the key words in the words, was surprised: "You lost your memory?!"

"You don't need to be so surprised, you should have been staring at me a lot these years." His flat tone matched these words, which didn't seem strange at all.

Bai Xiaofei blinked, then said, "Come with me to see Xiaotian."

After a slight pause, he continued, "Afterwards, I will give you all the useful information I have."

On the way, he said with a smile: "I've thought about it clearly—it's true that capital, businessmen, money, and interests are wrong, but it's not these things that are wrong. What's wrong is just the desire of the people."

There were no people in the cemetery today, and it happened to be a rainy day, so the place seemed a little lonely.

"He's buried here." Bai Xiaofei slightly raised his chin while speaking.

Hearing this, Zhang Zhushi exhaled the smoke ring and looked towards the place he indicated.

"Looking at the order, he slept here quite early." Zhang Zhushi smiled, not knowing what he was thinking.

Perhaps it was Zhang Zhushi's word "sleep" that caught Bai Xiaofei's heart. After he heard it, the corners of his eyes suddenly became moist.

After staying there for a while, Bai Xiaofei gave Zhang Zhushi a file bag, "There are things you need inside."

Holding the thin document, Zhang Zhushi smiled from the bottom of his heart.

I always feel that at this moment, their waiting for so many years is worth it after all——

What Bai Xiaofei gave him was the key evidence.

"What are you going to do next?" Bai Xiaofei asked casually while driving the car.

After thinking about it, he added, "Seeing that you came out of Yang Zekui's house, do you still remember him? Ah, there's no other meaning, just asking."

Zhang Zhu replied calmly: "I don't remember."

"I don't remember..." He glanced at the rearview mirror, intentionally or unintentionally looking at Zhang Zhushi's neck covered with hickey marks, "Do you..."

"Well, I don't remember." Zhang Zhushi still just said that.

Afterwards, Bai Xiaofei didn't ask any further questions, and concentrated on driving quietly.