Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

After returning to the villa, Meng Zezhi took the lead and gave the family's bodyguards and servants a long vacation.

Li Wenhuan may come to him at any time, and Meng Ze knows that he can't take care of himself now, and keeping them will only be a burden.

Then Meng Zezhi discovered that things were about, probably, and seemingly not as simple as he had imagined.

His eyes fell on Duan Congyan's bandaged right wrist, and he hesitated, "What did the doctor say?"

Duan Congyan's eyebrows were slightly drooping, his forehead was covered with dense cold sweat, and his voice was not as strong as in the past: "Cold compress for two days to reduce swelling, once every three hours, 20 minutes each time, and then apply three hot compresses. Tianshu tends to activate the collaterals, two to three times a day, and finally take painkillers."

"Does it hurt?"

After speaking, Meng Zezhi paused, looking at Duan Congyan's appearance, isn't this nonsense?

"Fortunately." Duan Congyan said slowly.

Meng Zezhi continued, "Does the doctor prescribe cold compresses?"

"No, he is allergic to drugs." Han Daqin interjected: "However, I prescribed a cold pack."

"That's it," Meng Zezhi took the ice bag handed over by Han Daqin and scanned the instructions: "Is there any ice at home?"

"I don't have any ice cubes, but there are still a few old popsicles." Xie Bowen moved along: "Let's use it first, and I will ask the assistant to send some bags of ice cubes later."

While talking, he walked into the kitchen, and when he came out, he had two old popsicles and a small bowl in his hand.

Unpack the popsicles, break the popsicles into small pieces by hand and put them into the ice bag, and add some cold water in. After the air in the ice bag is drained, tighten the lid and cover it with a cloth cover. Meng Zezhi takes the ice bag and walks towards Duan Cong. Yan, he didn't think much, and said, "I'll give it to you!"

Duan Congyan listened and curled up his fingers calmly.

Duan Congyan's hands are very beautiful, slender and strong, with distinct joints, unlike Meng Zezhi's calluses.

The two very different hands are stacked on top of each other, but they look particularly pleasing to the eye.

Meng Zezhi took the ice pack and gently applied the redness and swelling on Duan Congyan's wrist.

The cold touch spread along the wound to the cerebral cortex, instantly alleviating the dull pain from the wrist, and even Duan Congyan's breathing slowed by half a minute.

He watched Meng Zezhi lowered his head and looked attentively, his eyebrows drooping slightly, he only felt that the hard calluses under his palms were much rounded.

It’s not that Han Daqin has never seen the scene of Duan Congyan and Xie Guangsheng'showing love', but more often he feels heartbroken. After all, Xie Guangsheng’s character and dark history are there, and anyone with a discerning eye knows that he played Duan Congyan diligently. What is the idea.

Although his brother was a little bit colder, he couldn't bear to grow well. He was also the fifth best diamond king in Beijing. He was with Xie Guangsheng and said something that was not very pleasant. It was no less than a flower inserted in cow dung. on.

It's just that "Xie Guangsheng" saved his life twice in a row. When I look at it again, Han Daqin's heart is not so uncomfortable, and he even has a faint feeling of being a wise man.

After all, a magician with real abilities these years is still very valuable. You must know that his Han family is considered to be a decent family in the capital, but when he visited those masters for the sake of Wanzi’s sake, he didn’t pretend to be. Like a grandson.

Xu sent it with feelings, or wanted to please Meng Zezhi, Han Daqin couldn't help but said, "Speaking of which, you have been together for almost four years, and you are still so affectionate!"

Hearing this, Duan Congyan's heartbeat slowed down, and then he heard Meng Ze knowing whether it was salty or not indifferent: "Yeah."

It is precisely because he knew the relationship between his predecessor and Duan Congyan that Meng Zezhi really didn't care about it.

Duan Congyan felt a little lost, and ripples appeared in his calm heart.

Halfway through, I changed the ice water and cloth cover. Twenty minutes later, Meng Zezhi put away the ice bag: "Okay."

Duan Congyan nodded.

With Han Daqin here, thank you these two words cannot be said.

"By the way, what do you want to eat tonight?" Meng Zezhi threw the ice pack to Xie Bowen to clean it, and it was his turn to act.

"I want to eat **** duck, the kind of duck that is very shredded." Xie Bowen poked his head out of the kitchen and said.

"Okay." Meng Ze knew it, and turned to look at Duan Congyan.

"Dried and stir-fried kidney beans." Duan Congyan reported a light dish.

"How about you?" Meng Zezhi asked Han Daqin.

"I can eat anything." How dare Han Daqin call Meng Zezhi!

"Row."

Meng Zezhi considered adding a spicy fried fish fillet and chicken stewed mushrooms. The ingredients are delivered by a special fresh supermarket once a day.

After dinner, Han Daqin went upstairs to sleep early.

Xie Bowen's assistant sent three bags of ice cubes. Meng Zezhi remembered the doctor's order Duan Congyan had said before that ice packs every three hours, and looked back at him.

As if he knew what Meng Zezhi was thinking in his heart, Duan Congyan panted lightly and looked tired: "I'll do it myself."

Meng Zezhi's gaze shifted to Duan Congyan's trembling right hand, his brows frowned slightly, and it seemed that he was hurting again.

Meng Zezhi couldn't help feeling a little guilty in his heart, and his sense of Duan Congyan was pretty good, but also because of the task, he suddenly thought of sending the Buddha to the west.

He said: "I'll do it, it's not convenient for you to do it yourself."

Duan Congyan curled his eyebrows inadvertently: "Then I will trouble you."

"It's okay." Meng Zezhi put the wet ice pack cloth cover on the refrigerator lid.

At four o'clock in the morning, Meng Zezhi pushed open Duan Congyan's door again.

This time, Duan Congyan finally fell asleep, but he was asleep and frowned, probably because the wound on his wrist kept hurting.

Meng Zezhi took out the prepared towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then took the ice pack and gently pressed it on his right wrist.

After a while, only a long sound of comfort was heard, and Duan Congyan's frowning brows gradually unfolded.

There was a rooster crowing outside the window, Meng Zezhi covered his mouth and yawned a little.

Twenty minutes later, he pinched the time to put away the ice pack. In the end, his gaze fell on the quilt that Duan Congyan retreated to his waist, and then looked back at the temperature on the air conditioner, which was 22°C.

He would catch a cold, he thought, picking up the quilt and covering Duan Congyan's shoulder, and then when he got up, Duan Congyan grabbed his left hand.

He said vaguely: "Don't go..."

Meng Zezhi was taken aback for a moment, and tentatively twitched his hand without twitching.

If you move a little bit bigger, you should wake people up.

Duan Congyan finally fell asleep. If this wakes up people again, I guess he won't fall asleep tonight.

Thinking about this, Meng Zezhi stopped moving, and simply sat down on the edge of the bed.

After about ten minutes, a more intense tiredness hit his mind, and then his eyes fell on the bed under him. Before he could react, the others had already lay down.

After such a visit, he also closed his eyes along the way.

Duan Congyan was woken up by the alarm clock.

He opened his eyes, and it was snowy white where he entered.

Isn't his bed sheet blue?

Duan Congyan tried to sit up, something on his waist restrained him.

He later realized that he seemed to be lying in someone's arms, the other party's arm was around his waist, and his hand was on the other party's heart.

Duan Congyanmeng for a moment, then the person under him held his head and kissed the corner of his mouth.

He just hummed and said, with a deadly lazy tone: "Don't make trouble, it's early, today Saturday, no class..."

Duan Congyan came back to his senses in an instant, his eyes fell on the faces of the people under him, his eyes dimmed.

The other party probably regarded him as the teacher's wife he had hooked up with before.

Thinking this way, Duan Congyan squeezed in his throat, and he was a little breathless.

Meng Zezhi was confused and wrapped in a familiar smell, thinking that he was still the respected Professor Meng, and the person in his arms was Zhu Zhengqing.

Xu Ye hasn't vented for a long time, or this body is very angry, Meng Zezhi only feels panic all over his body, he grabbed the hand of the person in his body, gave it to the lower body, and said: "Bulge, you will rub it for me. rub."

Duan Congyan, who was still immersed in his heart, was pulled back by the hot and hard guy under his palm, and pushed into a blank space.

Realizing that there was no movement in his body, Meng Zezhi raised his waist and put his hands on the big bag, opened his eyes, and said: "Move—" Ah.

The voice stopped abruptly.

To the last tense face, Meng Zezhi realized that he could not even speak: "Mr. Duan, Mr. Duan..."

The two faced each other for a while. Duan Congyan's ears were red, but his face was not visible. He gritted his teeth and said, "Let go."

"Ah, oh." Meng Zezhi quickly released the hand clasped on Duan Congyan's waist.

Duan Congyan got off Meng Zezhi, turned his back to him and put on his shoes. He was upset and said in a dull voice, "What happened just now, I think it hasn't happened."

Just as soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it.

But he didn't know that at this moment, Meng Zezhi had already labeled himself a scumbag. He could only scumbag to the end, and he was secretly relieved: "Okay."

Then a thousand words were condensed into one sentence: "Sorry."

An inexplicable irritability spread in Duan Congyan's heart, and his throat became even more blocked.

Meng Zezhi grabbed the quilt on his body and opened it to get out of the bed.

After taking a cold shower, Meng Zezhi's heart finally calmed down.

When I got downstairs, I heard Xie Bowen's gasp.

Seeing Meng Zezhi, Xie Bowen stood up from the sofa with a brush, ecstatic and incoherent: "Dad..."

Meng Zezhi only heard one sentence clearly: something happened to the Hou family and the Liu family.

What a big deal!

Hou Wanhua died and died in the hospital from an overdose.

Hou Wanhua's nephew, Hou Ting, the only son of the head of the Hou family, fell off the horse because he did not fulfill his promise to help him buy a house in the Fourth Ring Road when the child in his mistress was born. The mistress got angry and exposed the six major crimes of Hou Ting's acceptance of huge bribes, embezzlement of public funds, and chaos in his private life on the Internet, and also released photos of her and Hou Ting's bed.

Suddenly, the whole country was in an uproar.

At present, the disciplinary inspection department has been involved in the investigation.

Hou Wanhua's second uncle, Hou Ming, had a car accident and suffered a comminuted fracture of both legs. Five years ago, he was drunk and raped his secretary. Afterwards, he threatened the secretary, if he dared to disclose the matter, he would let her family be ruined, and then he gave the secretary a sum of money and sent her away. .

The secretary was soft-tempered and gave in. Two months later, she became pregnant. After hearing the news, his husband not only stopped beating her for not having a child, but was very caring for her, and immediately asked her to stop thinking about knocking the child away.

The older the child grows, he looks nothing like her husband. A few days ago, the husband finally couldn't help but secretly took the child to do a paternity test.

The truth became clear, the secretary had to explain the ins and outs of the matter to her husband.

The husband was angry and drove into Hou Ming.

Hou Wanhua's biological mother, Liu Ye, Liu's most favored daughter, was revealed to be not the Liu family's species, but the Liu family's old housekeeper's species. The old housekeeper’s daughter-in-law and Liu’s old lady were pregnant at the same time, and they lived in the same hospital, and the children were on their feet.

The old housekeeper is the concubine of the Liu family, and because he has a concubine, the young master can inherit the family business gracefully, but he can only become a subordinate in order to survive.

How can he be willing, plus he has served people all his life, and he doesn't want his children to keep their heads up for a lifetime. So boldly, came up with the trick of stealing the merits.

Later, the old housekeeper gave birth to another son. This son was not educated since he was a child, and he became obsessed with gambling when he grew up. After a drunk effort, he learned the true identity of Liu Ye from the old housekeeper, and then Liu Ye became his target of blackmail.

Just yesterday, he went to Liu Ye again. Liu Ye was heartbroken because of his son's death. Seeing him indifferent and greedy, Liu Ye anger rose from his heart and couldn't help but slap him.

He immediately scolded Liu Ye, and was heard by the Liu family who happened to pass by...

That's not a big deal. That night, after two months of undercover, a reporter from the Beijing Evening News took first-hand evidence to expose the use of waste oil in a chain of hot pot restaurants under the name of the Liu Group and three food factories.

As soon as the stock market opened this morning, the Liu Group's stock directly fell by the limit.

Xie Bowen's heart was like a pot of boiling water that had just been boiled, and it overflowed with excitement: "Dad, you have a big hair."

"No." Meng Zezhi made a triumphant expression: "Now, don't be afraid."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Xie Bowen's face flushed red, and the feeling of being supported by his father and stepdad was different. There was less anxiety and more joy.

More than not afraid, this little tail is almost up to the sky.

Han Daqin saw in his eyes, a trace of envy flashed in his eyes.

His gaze fell on the dozens of candlesticks in the sink, and he shrank his neck subconsciously. Who would have thought that these little things would stoke the heavens of the Hou family and the Liu family abruptly. It collapsed in half.

Han Daqin thought nervously, Master Xie has a lot of them, so he shouldn't account for the trivial things he had done against him before!

The author has something to say:

Meng Zezhi: Pot comes from the sky╮(￣▽￣)╭

Mouhai: Isn't this pot fragrant?

Meng Zezhi: ... Xiang (￣ˇ￣)