Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

When Zhu Zhengqing woke up again, it was already the next morning.

He was lying in Meng Zezhi's arms. Although his waist was sore and his legs were a bit uncomfortable, he felt happy in his heart.

He reached out and touched Meng Zezhi's arm, recalling the hearty affair last night, and couldn't help bending his lips. As expected, his American classmates didn't lie to him.

"Wake up." Meng Zezhi grabbed his messy hand and asked, "Do you feel any uncomfortable?"

He has done enough homework for this kind of thing.

Hearing this, Zhu Zhengqing red ears, curled toes, and whispered: "No, nothing."

Meng Zezhi only thought that the other party was shy. Apart from joy, he cautiously got up, picked up the person on him, gently put it on the bed, and then kissed the bright eyebrows of the other party, and said: "You sleep a little longer, I went to cook."

"Ok."

Zhu Zhengqing watched Meng Zezhi get up and dress, his eyes fell on the scratches on his back, his small heart beating wildly.

When the figure disappeared completely at the door of the room, Zhu Zhengqing couldn't help but rolled the quilt twice on the bed. Finally, as if remembering something, he reached out and took the phone on the bedside table and retracted into the quilt.

When Meng Zezhi came back, Zhu Zhengqing was washing.

Looking at the rather messy bed, he walked over, flipped the quilt, and dropped a mobile phone.

Meng Zezhi grabbed the phone and was about to put it on the bedside table. Suddenly the screen turned on. He glanced at it casually, only to see a new message displayed on the top of the phone screen: Okay, I will give you all the little video of Professor Meng. I've found everything, and I promised that when I return home, you are inviting me to dinner, don't forget.

Meng Zezhi: "..."

He put down the quilt in the other hand, glanced at the bathroom, and decisively poked in.

The contact says Tan Zheng.

Tan Zheng: Do you want a little video of Professor Meng? ? ?

Zhu Zhengqing:...Hmm.

Tan Zheng: Are you... the person?

Zhu Zhengqing: Yes.

Tan Zheng: What a fuck, what a fuck!

Tan Zheng: I'm a good boy, the sun is coming out from the west!

Tan Zheng: Do you like Professor Meng?

Tan Zheng: Still just want to watch GV?

...

Tan Zheng: Baby, you have grown up with "old father's smile"!

Zhu Zhengqing: When will you still "smile" the 30 million you owe me.

Tan Zheng: Good dad, I will find it for your old man.

Tan Zheng: "Video"

Tan Zheng: Give you one first, Professor John called me.

Looking at the time, this is the chat log from last week. At that time, the news about the chaos in his private life had just been released. Yes, there were also those eighteen short videos. However, at noon that day, they were deleted by someone from above. .

Meng Zezhi raised his brows slightly and opened the video to take a look.

In the video, he is pressing on a young man, while moving, forcing him to call "Dad".

Meng Zezhi: "..."

It suddenly occurred to me that when I was in love last night, Zhu Zhengqing yelled "Dad" unconsciously.

This is thinking about day and thinking about night?

Or does Zhu Zhengqing like this tune?

wrong--

Meng Zezhi slowed down, but his cold and high-pitched Professor Zhu would secretly collect his small videos?

Looking at the posture last night, it is estimated that there is no less YY at ordinary times.

It seems that some unbelievable secret has been discovered.

Meng Zezhi's eyes didn't blink, and his throat was dry.

When Zhu Zhengqing came out of washing, Meng Zezhi had already cleaned up the bed. When Zhu Zhengqing approached, he hugged the person, kissed the corner of his mouth, and said quietly, "Breakfast is ready."

"Ok."

Isn't this the life of the husband he had dreamed of before? Zhu Zhengqing's eyes lit up, and he gave a serious kiss back.

Meng Zezhi saw the irrepressible joy on his face, and his heart melted.

So there are such lovely people, I can't wait to make people rubbed into their bones to love them.

At the dinner table, Meng Zezhi drank the sesame paste, as if thinking of something, put down the bowls and chopsticks, and said, "Anyway, we are also free these two days. Why don't we go see the old man?"

Hearing this, Zhu Zhengqing's eyes lit up: "Can you?"

"Why not?" Meng Zezhi smiled: "The ugly wife always wants to see her in-laws."

Just do it. After breakfast, Meng Zezhi drove straight to the mall, bought some tea and fruits under Zhu Zhengqing's guidance, and then went to Mr. Zhu.

I wish the old man in his early 70s this year, and his body is still healthy.

Before he retired, he was the chairman and party secretary of the Shipbuilding Industry Corporation, a researcher-level senior engineer, and enjoyed the "Special Government Allowance of the State Council", so after retirement, he enjoyed ministerial-level treatment.

He lives in a villa area in the western suburbs. The government has assigned drivers, guards, and medical staff. He doesn’t go out often, but he only raises a big cat. He also opened a small vegetable plot in the yard, so his life is comfortable. .

"grandfather."

Hearing the sound, Mr. Zhu, who was holding the big cat lying on the rocking chair and basking in the sun, immediately sat up and said: "Oh, what is today..."

When he saw the person behind Zhu Zhengqing clearly, his tone faded in an instant: "Are you free to come back?"

With that, the big cat on him jumped off the rocking chair, ran to Zhu Zhengqing with his short legs, and hooked his pants with his paw.

Zhu Zhengqing bent over and picked up the big cat, let it lick his chin, and said with a smile: "Isn't this a holiday? Come and see your old man!"

Meng Zezhi honestly shouted: "I wish you old man."

Father Zhu glanced at him: "Okay, let's talk inside."

Entering the house, Zhu Zhengqing put the big cat on the sofa, took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "You guys talk first, I'll cook."

When he left, the atmosphere in the living room instantly solidified.

After just such a short time, Mr. Zhu was mentally prepared. He covered his mouth and coughed twice, and said, "Do you know how to play chess?"

"A little bit." Meng Zezhi said respectfully.

I wish the old man is satisfied with his attitude: "Coming two games?"

"it is good."

Facing the future son-in-law of Meng Zezhi, I wish the old man's attitude to be gentle.

This is also impossible!

Who told his grandson to like it.

I wish the old man didn't like Meng Zezhi. Meng Zezhi was a whole round older than his grandson.

This is second. The key is that Meng Ze knows his character is bad, beats his wife, and robs the students' research results. He is disgusting in his heart.

Otherwise, it wouldn't happen that he pretended to be sick and tricked Zhu Zhengqing back home.

But who would have thought that he was also a poor man, his family was ruined and destroyed.

In addition, he later proved Goldbach’s conjecture and developed a special AIDS drug. I wish the old man’s favorability for him can be said to have risen linearly.

From this point of view, Meng Zezhi knew enough to match his grandson.

He comforts himself that being older also has the benefits of being older, mature, stable, and will take care of others.

However, this does not mean that he can treat Meng Zezhi with an ordinary mind. After all, his grandson who has been raised for more than 20 years suddenly became someone else's family, and the old man inevitably felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Just when Meng Zezhi was busy dealing with Mr. Zhu, something happened to Jiang Qiyang over there.

A group of photos circulated on social software such as Weibo, Facebook, Twitter...etc.

[Wocao! 】

[Surprised! ! 】

[This is Jiang Qiyang? 】

[...Look at the pictures to get to know people, and the contest with prizes starts! 】

[The one in the photo holding Jiang Qiyang's arm is Feng Tianhou, an innocent girl? Ha ha! 】

[Photo 4 Jiang Qiyang hugged the twin sisters of Chen Jia and Chen Ling from Jiangzhou live broadcast. Back then, the local tyrants rewarded millions and asked them to call their husbands and they were unwilling. As a result... less. 】

[Photo 3 is my English teacher. By the way, she used to be Jiang Qiyang's head teacher. I said she is an ordinary teacher, where the money is worth a million yuan of watches. 】

[Photo 6: Jiang Qiyang pressed on the trunk and touched his thigh. It was Li Anning, a spicy policeman from the traffic police team of Haiding District. 】

[Photo 2 and Jiang Qiyang came out of the women’s toilet one after another. It was our hospital nurse Zhao Mei. She used me as a spare tire for two years. I always thought she had a high-sightedness to look down on me, but I didn’t expect it. She would rather be the mistress of Jiang Qiyang than the wife of a serious family. 】

[Photo 5: The boss of our company is the head of our company who is holding his right hand at the dinner table by Jiang Qiyang. 】

[Photo 7 and Jiang Qiyang entering and leaving the hotel are Cannes actress Serra last year. It seems that she is now playing the heroine in Jiang Qiyang's crew. 】

【what is this? Three wives and four concubines? Qing Dynasty is dead! 】

[I have always regarded Jiang Qiyang as the prince charming in my heart, and now I see these pictures, it makes me sick. 】

[Stop talking, I will go home and burn Jiang Qiyang's book now. 】

[Boycott Jiang Qiyang, let him take his movie to hell! 】

[Yes, boycott Jiang Qiyang, the money he used to raise his mistress is not all earned from us. 】

...

[A few days ago, it was still rumored that Professor Meng's private life was chaotic, and it was Jiang Qiyang's turn in a blink of an eye. What is this, Feng Shui turns around? 】

[Wocao, listen to what you say... I'm terrified to think carefully! 】

[This is not Professor Meng's handwriting, right? 】

[Impossible, Professor Meng is a university tutor, has this energy? 】

...

"Meng Zezhi--" Jiang Qiyang gritted his teeth, took the coffee cup on the table and threw it to the ground.

Apart from Meng Zezhi, who else would deal with him so deliberately.

He underestimated Meng Zezhi's method.

Thinking of this, he sneered, thinking that this would defeat him Jiang Qiyang, a joke--

Once the enthusiasm is over, it will be what it should be.

There are too many cheating stars in the entertainment circle. As long as the backstage is hard enough, there are still fans who are chasing after him, and he is mixed well, let alone his private life is chaotic.

At this moment, his cell phone rang.

It was his deputy James who called.

"Mr. Jiang, it's okay. There was an accident on the set. Three more headless female corpses appeared in the toilet of the spacecraft. It seems that they are all the staff responsible for makeup on the crew. Now the police have enclosed the set."

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Qiyang didn't think much about it, and said immediately: "You guys hold on first, I'll be there soon."

With that, he grabbed the car key on the coffee table and rushed out of the villa door.

When the road was halfway, Jiang Qiyang's right eyelid began to jump wildly.

He slowly calmed down, and a strong anxiety suddenly rose in his heart.

wrong--

He slammed the brakes.

How could there be such a coincidence that someone in the front foot exposed the chaos of his private life online, and something went wrong on the back foot studio?

Could this be a conspiracy?

Before he wanted to understand, at this moment, a fast-moving pickup truck suddenly changed lanes and slammed into him.

Jiang Qiyang's pupils tightened, and he stepped on the accelerator, slamming the steering wheel frantically, trying to avoid the pickup.

But before he could start the car, the pickup truck had already smashed into it.

With a loud bang, the fronts of the two cars were directly deformed, and between the sparks of the calcium carbide, he even saw the hideous look of the little Picari moustache driver.

After the violent collision, the little pickup rose to the ground, rolled two times in the air, and smashed into the river on the side of the road.

Jiang Qiyang's car was obviously not so lucky, but directly broke through the railing on the side of the road and rolled down a sixty-degree slope.

I don’t know how long the car finally stopped rolling. Jiang Qiyang in the driver’s seat twisted his limbs and was no longer in human form. His face and neck were all gravel, and there was a stick stuck in his chest. Rebar coming out.

It hurts, it hurts all over the body, it hurts the heart and the lungs, but Jiang Qiyang has obviously lost his consciousness, his body twitches from time to time, and scarlet blood is constantly flowing out of his mouth.

Jiang Qiyang's vision began to fade a little bit.

Am i going to die?

I'm dying.

dead?

No, I can’t die, can’t die—

Suddenly, Jiang Qiyang's eyes burst into a desire to survive, and his chest violently ups and downs, trying his last bit of strength: "Tie, system, save me?"

"If you receive an instruction to save the host's life, you need to deduct three million reputation points, whether it will be implemented."

"Execute, fast--"

Ten minutes later, the police arrived late.

"Quickly, go down and take a look."

"The car has been smashed like this, and the person must be dead." The tone of the person who spoke was relaxed.

As he was talking, only a bang was heard, and the tattered car door was kicked open from the inside, followed by a hand stretched out.

Hearing the sound, the police present reflexively pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed it at the palm.

I saw a man covered in blood crawling out of the car and shouting almost frantically: "I'm alive, I'm not dead, I'm alive..."

The middle-aged police officer headed tightly: "Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Qiyang felt unheard of, crying bitterly: "I'm alive now, I'm alive..."

The young policeman next to him asked quietly, "Boss, what should I do now?"

When the middle-aged policeman turned his head, he was facing the sight of the onlookers on the side of the road. He frowned: "Take the person back to the police station first."

"Okay." After finishing speaking, the partner beside the young policeman gave a wink, and the two of them stepped forward together, erecting Jiang Qiyang and walking up the mountain.

When they were on the road, other police officers helped to stop the crowd of onlookers. The young policeman led Jiang Qiyang to the police car.

At this moment, Jiang Qiyang finally came to a sense of relief, as if thinking of something, he stopped, with a grim expression on his face: "Wait, what happened to the guy who hit me?"

Jiang Qiyang didn't cooperate, and the young policeman could only endure his impatience and said: "He is still alive and has been sent to the hospital. Don't worry, Mr. Jiang, he is drunk and the law will not spare him."

"What, you said drunk driving? Nonsense——" Jiang Qiyang looked excited. He remembered the driver's crazy eyes when the small pickup truck hit, and he said with extreme accuracy: "It's obviously murder, he wants to kill me!"

"Mr. Jiang, don't get too excited," the middle-aged policeman hurriedly finished off: "Whether it is murder or drunk driving, we will definitely give you an explanation."

Jiang Qiyang calmed down a bit, and then he noticed some pain in his arm. He turned his head and saw that he was being held by two policemen like prisoners. He immediately raised a vigilance in his heart: "You want to take me there. where?"

The middle-aged policeman said quickly: "If you don't go anywhere, you just go back to the police station to make a transcript."

wrong--

Jiang Qiyang said sharply: "I'm covered in blood now, why do you think that instead of sending me to the hospital in the first place, but taking a transcript? I understand, you and the driver are in the same group, and you want to kill me too."

With that said, Jiang Qiyang pushed aside the two policemen holding him, the corner of his eye fell on the police car not far away, and he rushed over, opened the door, sat inside, and stepped on the accelerator. , The car rushed out like an arrow from the string.

Seeing this scene, the young policeman raised his gun to shoot, and then he was blocked by the middle-aged policeman.

"You are crazy." The middle-aged policeman glared at him fiercely.

After speaking, he took out his cell phone, found the familiar phone number, and dialed it...

The corner of his eye fell on the crowd around, the young policeman gritted his teeth and put down his pistol unwillingly.

Damn, the duck to the beak flew.

Here, Jiang Qiyang was frightened, and finally returned to the manor after half an hour.

He arrived home on the front foot, and Serra on the back foot.

"Qiyang, I read the news that you were in a car accident." As soon as he entered the door, Sierra plunged into Jiang Qiyang's arms and took him to look up and down: "Are you okay? Are you injured?"

Seeing Serra's worried look, Jiang Qiyang was deeply moved. He hugged Serra tightly and absorbed the warmth from her. He trembled and said, "Serra, you don't know, I almost died. , Almost."

Serra patted him on the back while comforting: "It's okay, aren't you alright now..."

"No, you don't understand..."

"It's okay, it's okay."

...

Finally, Jiang Qiyang's mood calmed down. He let go of Serra and his expression was touched: "Serra, thank you for coming to see me specially."

Having said that, he made up his mind to treat Sierra a little better in the future.

"Seeing you are dirty, you go and wash first, I'll make you a cup of tea." Serra said.

"Okay." Jiang Qiyang couldn't stand the **** smell of his body.

When he came out of the shower, Serra handed him the brewed tea: "Here, your favorite Yuqian Longjing has already cooled."

Jiang Qiyang was already very thirsty. He didn't doubt that he was there. He immediately took the tea and drank it. After drinking, he smacked his lips. He always felt that today's cup of tea was exceptionally sweet.

"By the way, Serra, can you help me find some reliable bodyguards..." As he said, a feeling of dizziness hit Jiang Qiyang's head. He held his head and shook it with it: "How, what happened?"

At this moment, the door of the villa was kicked open, and a dozen people in black rushed in. The middle-aged man headed by him sneered: "Jiang Qiyang, I see where you can escape."

"What?" Jiang Qiyang looked terrified, but his mind became more and more chaotic, as if thinking of something, he looked at the tea bowl in his hand in disbelief, then looked up at Serra: "You, you--"

"In the words of you Chinese, this is a couple who are birds of the same forest, flying separately in the face of disaster." Serra said without expression, "Because of that set of photos, my reputation was completely ruined. I have been fighting for 12 years , I finally made a place in Hollywood. I can’t tolerate losing all of this... Mr. Charles promised me that as long as I was willing to help, he would give me a hand, so Qi Yang, I can only feel sorry for you."

"You," Jiang Qiyang was eager to split: "Poisonous woman--"

As he said, the middle-aged man took the baseball bat from his subordinates and slammed it down at Jiang Qiyang's left calf: "I will let you run--"

"what--"

Jiang Qiyang screamed, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

But it is too late to contact the system.

The author has something to say:

That night, when the love was strong, Meng Zezhi looked at the person who was soft in his arms, thought for a while, patted his butt, and said tentatively: "Call Dad!"

Zhu Zhengqing responded happily: "Dad!"

afterwards

Meng Zezhi: Does little cute love this tune?

Zhu Zhengqing: Sure enough, old men like this tune!

Long chapter, so it’s late, cover your face ╮(╯▽╰)╭