Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

In this way, Han Daqin watched Meng Zezhi and Xie Bowen decide the belonging of the Hou family in a few words.

He shrank his neck and tried to reduce his sense of existence.

Sure enough, both of the Xie family's father and son were cut in black.

"Right," Xie Bowen looked at the two stacks of documents on the coffee table: "Dad, what should I do with these things?"

Meng Zezhi followed his gaze, thought for a moment, and said, "Return the things that the Hou family paid back to you Uncle Duan. As for the apologizes for you, you can keep it."

Anyway, Mr. Han also said, these things come from the right way, don't want them for nothing.

"Okay." Xie Bowen nodded, his gaze fell on the real estate transfer contract at the top of one of the files, and his mind was alive in an instant.

It was a single-family villa with an indoor swimming pool with a construction area of ​​more than 600 square meters, which was located on the South Third Ring Road. It was no worse than their current residence.

Xie Bowen is not stupid and admits that he is not a good person. He could not see the relationship between his dad and Duan Congyan more clearly.

Now he is promising, and his dad also has the capital to admire. He doesn't want his dad to bear the name of "little white face" and be pricked on the backbone.

Never at a moment like this, he desperately wants to move out of this house.

But in this way, it is suspicion of crossing the river to demolish the bridge.

Xie Bowen was hesitant.

And don't know why, he always feels like he wants to set up an archway even as a bitch.

After dinner, the secretary who was planning to stay overnight suddenly went to a call from home, saying that he fell while his mother was cooking and was rescued in the hospital.

Then the secretary went back hurriedly, leaving Duan Congyan alone to confront the ice bag in silence.

Meng Zezhi looked in his eyes, wondering why he wanted to laugh suddenly.

However, he quickly corrected his attitude. He is a man with a wife. He must clean himself up and eliminate all ambiguities in the bud.

Thinking about it this way, Meng Zezhi had an idea in his mind.

After dinner, Meng Zezhi knocked on Duan Congyan's door.

The door opened from inside, and Duan Congyan was applying ice to his right wrist as expected.

Meng Zezhi clearly noticed that the moment the other party saw him, although his face was not visible, the atmosphere around him was a bit more agile.

He sighed slightly in his heart, his eyes fell on Duan Congyan's swollen wrist, and he only said, "I will help you."

Duan Congyan was relieved, his lips almost pressed into a straight line, reminding Meng Zezhi's previous actions, he vaguely guessed the purpose of the other party's presence here.

An unprecedented sense of frustration flooded his mind.

He muffled back: "Yeah."

Then he turned his body sideways and let Meng Zezhi enter the house.

With speechlessness, Meng Zezhi skillfully poured ice and cold water into the ice bag, put on a cloth bag after exhausting the air, and stuck it on Duan Congyan's right wrist.

In the quiet night, Duan Congyan felt bored.

Twenty minutes later, Meng Zezhi took back the ice bag.

He picked up a towel, dried the water stains on Duan Congyan's hand, and then pulled the bandage to re-wrap the wound for him.

After doing this, he put down the things in his hands, sat up straight, and said sternly: "I..."

Duan Congyan interrupted him, he lowered his brows: "Can I give you a hug?"

He was never the kind of entangled person, and since Meng Ze knew he didn't want to, he didn't force it.

Meng Zezhi was taken aback for a moment, he sighed slightly, and his tone was full of tolerance: "Okay."

Taking advantage of Duan Congyan's faint affection for him, he cut the mess quickly, whether it was Duan Congyan or him, it couldn't be better.

Thinking of this, Meng Zezhi calmly embraced Duan Congyan in his arms, and in the next second, a familiar smell came to his nose.

Meng Zezhi's expression changed.

As if he had seen a ghost, he approached Duan Congyan's neck incredulously and sniffed hard.

But it wasn't the sweet smell of perilla he was so familiar with.

A ghostly messenger, Meng Zezhi remembered what happened in the morning, the fog peeled away, and an absurd thought suddenly rose in his heart.

How can it be?

Meng Zezhi stared slightly and shouted in his heart: "System, system comes out..."

No one answered him after shouting several times.

About Mo was enough, Duan Congyan calmed down his depressed mood and was about to let go of Meng Zezhi, only to find that the opponent's hand was tightly around his waist, making him unable to break free.

"What?" Duan Congyan's heartbeat accelerated.

Meng Zezhi calmed down his excitement a bit, and his throat dried up against the faintly flashing eyes from the upper part of Cong Yan: "You, didn't you wear perfume today?"

Duan Congyan couldn't understand Meng Zezhi's thoughts, but he hesitated and said, "No."

He prefers the smell of ambergris, so he usually likes to spray some cologne on his body.

Don't rush, don't rush.

Meng Zezhi suppressed the restlessness in his heart and warned himself in his heart not to be anxious, and to be sure, if something went wrong, he must hate himself to death.

Thinking like this, he released Duan Congyan and said slowly: "Well, you go to bed early, I will come back three hours later."

With that said, he grabbed an ice pack and towel, turned around, and left the room with a slightly messy footsteps.

Duan Congyan was left staring at the door alone, completely blank.

At noon the next day, Meng Zezhi cooked five dishes: stir-fried pork with celery, eggplant with fish flavor, fried rice eel with garlic sprouts, fried pork liver with cucumber, and soup with yam and lotus seeds.

Celery, eggplant, garlic sprouts, pork liver, and yam are all Zhu Zhengqing's dislikes.

After playing tennis with Xie Bowen all morning, Han Daqin had already hungry on his chest and back. As soon as he took his seat, he picked up his rice bowl and ate his head. Finally, he did not forget to take time to flatter Meng Zezhi: "This The dishes are so delicious, Uncle Xie, when you are free someday, teach me something!"

"That is, my dad did not go to the restaurant to steal the teacher..." Xie Bowen and You Rongyan.

That is, Duan Congyan, looking at the dishes on this table, he couldn't help himself.

Meng Zezhi looked in his eyes and said calmly: "Why, these dishes don't suit your appetite?"

"No, it's good." Duan Congyan denied it, then stretched out his chopsticks and put the eel Duan into his mouth. After that, he never patronized other dishes.

Meng Zezhi looked in his eyes, his thoughts boiled over the sky.

After a while, he suppressed the emotion in his eyes, got up and went into the kitchen. When he came back, he had a bowl of braised pigeon and a bowl of bacon fried bamboo shoots.

He put these two dishes in front of Duan Congyan: "Eat this."

Duan Congyan's gaze shifted from the two dishes in front of him to Meng Zezhi. The more he wondered at what point Meng Zezhi was buying?

But this did not prevent him from being full of joy and thinking wildly.

Especially in the evening when Meng Zezhi applied ice for him and said that he would stay overnight.

"Wh, what?" Duan Congyan was a little incoherent, obviously not quite adapted to such a change.

Moreover, this, this progress is too fast.

"It's also very inconvenient for me to run back and forth. In this case, it's better for you to make some space for me. Anyway, I slept the night before." Meng Zezhi said lightly, as if he was telling something irrelevant. .

How come the world has become different from what he knows in just this moment!

Hasn't Meng Zezhi already rejected him?

Could it be that he remembered it wrong?

Even if he remembered it wrong, Meng Ze knows that the change in attitude before and after is too great!

Duan Congyan subconsciously wanted to refuse, but in the next second he thought of what happened the night before. There seemed to be some warmth in his palms, and his tongue was dry and his mouth was dry. What he said became inexplicably: "it is good."

Obviously Meng Zezhi lives in the room next to him.

After that, Duan Congyan regretted it, making it as if he couldn't wait, and then he wanted to cover it up and prepared a thin quilt for Meng Zezhi.

Meng Zezhi saw it in his eyes and did not refuse.

Compared with Duan Congyan's tossing and turning, Meng Zezhi fell asleep soon.

In the second half of the night, a faintly heard voice was faintly heard. Meng Zezhi lifted the quilt, and a figure rolled into his arms, with his face buried in his neck, half of his body pressed against him, and he mumbled a few words in his mouth without moving. Up.

Meng Zezhi cautiously placed the injured right hand of the person in his arms on his heart, then closed his eyes contentedly, and fell asleep again.