The landlord fools me every day

When he arrived at the company, although it was difficult at the beginning, Yang Zekui, who gradually entered the state, still showed his usual crisp and neat style of work, and he had already dealt with the second half of the stacked affairs in a short while.

In this way, Yang Zekui, who had been waiting until noon before he knew it, was knocked on the door by the assistant to remind him that it was time to eat, and then he realized that he was a little hungry.

He rubbed his sore neck, and suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have eaten when he came in the morning.

He leaned on the back of the chair, stretched his waist, and then took out his mobile phone to order takeaway.

Because there are often dinners, he doesn't go to the company cafeteria to eat, and even in the free situation like now, he is quite reluctant to go, and he doesn't want to show his face in such a crowded place.

It is not guaranteed that among the employees who eat, there may be reporters who hide in troubled waters.

As he is now, if he is interviewed, he is afraid that he will swear in front of the people of the whole country because he can't control himself.

"Hmph," he teased, hooking the corners of his lips.If so, "It will look good then."

The takeaway was brought in by Zhang Hezhi.

"Why are you?" Yang Zekui asked.

"Why can't it be me?" Zhang Hezhi asked back.

Ever since, the two looking at each other fell into a moment of silence.

After opening the takeaway and eating for a while, Yang Zekui, who couldn't stand the silence, asked, "How is he?"

Zhang Hezhi, who was eating along with him, pouted, then smiled at him, blinked his eyes and answered playfully: "I'm awake. But—"

"Awake?!" Yang Zekui jumped up from his seat, then frowned again, "But what?"

Looking at Yang Zekui who put his face down in a moment, Zhang Hezhi felt amused: "But what? You can see for yourself, don't you know?"

Immediately, Yang Zekui nodded: "Okay!"

Then, Zhang Hezhi, who was stunned in place, only caught a glimpse of his handsome back: "This kid... Did he go without even eating?"

At the hospital, Yang Zekui, who hurried to Zhang Zhushi's ward, panted heavily, "Zhang Zhushi!"

After calling out the name, the person sitting in the wheelchair watching the little sparrow parked on the tree turned his head: "Are...are you calling me?"

Hearing this, Yang Zekui's heart sank suddenly.

Does Zhang Hezhi's "but" mean that Zhang Zhushi has lost his memory at a deeper level?

But having said that, after leaving the ICU, can this guy get out of bed in a wheelchair? !

He strode forward, and his words were undeniable: "You lie on the bed for me!"

"Don't!" Zhang Zhushi got up quickly, dodging Yang Zekui's capture with agility like a monkey.

"Slightly slightly slightly! You can't catch me!" The next second he slapped his butt and mocked Yang Zekui, his pride was instantly shattered.

I saw that Zhang Zhushi supported the wall and covered his waist, his voice trembling: "Okay, it hurts!"

As soon as these words came out, Yang Zekui, who was too nervous, immediately supported him: "Apart from the waist, where else does it hurt?"

As he said that, he ran out eagerly: "You wait for me here! Don't move around! I'll go to the doctor!"

Hearing the word "doctor", Zhang Zhushi, who had a physical conflict, immediately stepped forward to hold Yang Zekui: "Don't go!"

Unexpectedly, his body softened in the next instant, and he fell straight to the ground.

Fortunately, Yang Zekui, who had quick eyesight and quick hands, acted as a pad to block him, so he didn't fall to the ground.

"Didn't I tell you to fucking stop moving!" Yang Zekui picked him up and put him on the bed, "Stop moving!"

After the second roar, Yang Zekui calmed down a little and remembered that he could ring the bedside bell to call the nurse.

"Tsk, I'm so stupid!" He exhaled, raising his hand to ring the bell.

However, Zhang Zhushi stopped his hand just half way through.

Zhang Zhushi stared at him with bright eyes, and his black pupils seemed to have a magical power that could make people fall into it: "Don't press it, I'm fine."

"No." At that time, Yang Zekui didn't like him, "acting like a baby is useless, you have to watch."

Afterwards, after the doctor's examination, Yang Zekui reluctantly let go of his hanging heart.

Just as he was about to ask something, Zhang Hezhi, who came over from the company a little later, said, "I injured my brain again when I was young, so my memory and intelligence will be affected, and now I guess he can only be regarded as a child of seven or eight years old. "

"...Ah?" Yang Zekui was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses, "Seven, seven or eight years old?"

Fortunately, he already knew about Zhang Zhushi's amnesia before, so when he was faced with a similar situation now, he would not lose his mental capacity at all.

Otherwise, he was really afraid that he would faint here.

"Huh—" He took a deep breath, and then said, "Can I ask you some questions?"

Zhang Hezhi shrugged: "Of course."

"Go outside and talk." He got up.

In the corridor outside the door, Yang Zekui cut straight to the point: "What's the matter with that assistant next to Yang Anping? He can do such a careless thing, who is it?"

"Sloppy matter?" Zhang Hezhi carefully selected the words, "Do you mean that he sloppy drove for an hour and hit the trending search, or did you mean that he did not leave any room for the collision and died on the spot? "

Died instantly?

Yang Zekui was stunned for half a second, and quickly came back to his senses: "Both, I just want to know which side he is from? Why—"

Speaking of this, he said again: "Forget it, it doesn't matter now."

Zhang Hezhi looked at him, and said lightly: "He doesn't belong to any side, he has always belonged to money. He was hired by your father for several years before, so your father gradually regarded him as one of his own." , but in fact he can only be regarded as your father's money."

Then, he added with a chuckle: "His parents gamble, so they need money very much. Even when Xiao Shi gave him an impossible price to refuse at this time, he 'betrayed'. As for why I know , I only found out a few days ago after I discovered a huge remittance under the hourly account."

And, there is another emotion that he didn't discover.

Yang Zekui nodded: "I understand. But since the man is dead, I don't have anything to ask."

After speaking, he planned to go into the ward to see Zhang Zhushi again.

When he turned around, Zhang Hezhi behind him reminded: "Since I've woken up that hour, when shall we talk about the company?"

Hearing this, Yang Zekui looked disdainful: "You only have money in your eyes?"

"It's not." Zhang Hezhi smiled, "But this is our wish, including the hour."

"Give him to me." Yang Zekui turned his hand, "Leave [-]% of the shares, and then come to me tomorrow to sign the contract."

Seeing that the person in front of him was closed, Zhang Hezhi touched his chin: "So, he plans to return the company in the name of cooperation many years ago? Oh no, he also plans to transfer all his original companies. Do it like the actual merger of the two companies over the years?"

Slightly stunned, Zhang Hezhi pursed his lips, and gave his younger brother a thumbs up in his heart: Your boyfriend is really a wolf.

After staying in the hospital for about two weeks, Yang Zekui took Zhang Zhushi home and found several first-class private doctors to take care of him.

Seven years after Zhang Zhushi's sudden disappearance, such unexpected incidents happened one after another, which really made Yang Zekui feel that he couldn't be 100% at ease if he didn't keep this kid under his nose.

Another day, Yang Zekui, who had opened the door several times to sign for the delivery, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He shook the courier in his hand, gritted his teeth and said to Zhang Zhushi who was lying on the sofa watching cartoons: "You bastard, how many things did you buy online?!"

"Ang? Has my courier arrived!" Zhang Zhushi's eyes lit up, and he jumped up from the sofa.Then he immediately locked the box in Yang Zekui's hand, and jumped towards him.

"Hey, hey?!" Yang Zekui caught him in a hurry, "Brother, can you stop jumping around like this?! Your injuries are not completely healed! My God, how long have you been here! Are you so desperate?!"

After putting the person on the ground safely, Yang Zekui scolded his head and face: "Don't do this again next time! Did you hear me!"

Zhang Zhushi lowered his head, pursed his mouth aggrievedly, and said in a low voice, "I heard..."

Yang Zekui, who realized that he was a bit fierce, took a deep breath, put on a smiling face and raised the express box in his hand: "Ahaha, what did you buy when you were young? Let me guess - if it is so small, could it be a snack?"

Immediately, Zhang Zhushi, who was only seven or eight years old, was quickly distracted.

He looked at him proudly: "No, it's not a snack."

Yang Zekui said naively: Tsk, you brat, you're still proud of yourself.

On the surface, he continued to cooperate with him with a bright smile: "Wow, then I can't guess~ What's in it? Can you tell me when I'm young?"

Zhang Zhushi held his head high and turned his head away: "Hmph, it is possible, but there is one condition."

"What conditions?"

"You have to allow me to drink three bottles of yogurt every day."

Hearing this, Yang Zekui immediately lowered his face: "No! Two bottles is enough, if you extend it to three bottles, you will definitely have diarrhea!"

"No!" Zhang Zhushi retorted angrily, "Three bottles! I want to drink three bottles!"

Yang Zekui ignored it: "If you say you can't do it, you can't do it!"

"Then I won't tell you what's inside!"

"Then I don't want to know!"

After a childish-sounding quarrel, the doorbell rang again during the silent confrontation between the two.

Yang Zekui sighed slightly, but couldn't say anything when he looked at Zhang Zhu: "Tsk, you..."

Opening the door, Yang Zekui, who was skillfully preparing to raise his hand to receive the delivery, was taken aback when he saw the person in front of him: "You, why are you here?"

Zhang Hezhi laughed and asked, "Why can't I come?"

After a while, Zhang Hezhi, who was having fun with Zhang Zhushi while sitting on the sofa, said, "How is he doing recently?"

"It's okay." Yang Zekui replied in a neutral manner, sitting on the side with his arms folded, his face expressionless.

"Oh~" Zhang Hezhi nodded thoughtfully.

For a moment, he was confused: "If he has been like this all his life, are you going to—"

Yang Zekui interrupted: "No matter what, I will protect him for the rest of his life."

"Hmm~" He said thoughtfully again.

"..." Yang Zekui looked up at him, "What are you doing here?"

Hearing the sound, Zhang Hezhi scratched his head: "It's nothing serious, it's just that my dad misses him and wants to pick him up for dinner or something."

Yang Zekui: "It was less than one and a half months before the accident."

Zhang Hezhi: "It was because of the accident, so my dad who had developed high blood pressure was admitted to the hospital together, and then he had to take care of my sick mother. I didn't stay with him for long at all, so—"

Finally, Yang Zekui just nodded: "I see."