Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

It was already midnight when the two returned home.

Meng Zezhi opened the bedroom door, the lamp beside the bed was on, and Duan Congyan was still awake.

"I'm back." Hearing the sound, Duan Congyan put down the book in his hand.

This scene is like a wife waiting for her husband to return home.

Meng Zezhi said warmly, "Not asleep yet?"

"Well," Duan Congyan said with a gleam in his eyes, "I don't have to go to work tomorrow. It doesn't matter if I go to bed later."

I'm sure it's not because he's not here that I can't sleep!

Meng Zezhi smiled in his eyes, did not pierce him, only said, "I'm going to take a bath."

"Ok."

When Meng Zezhi packed his clothes and went into the bathroom, Duan Congyan rubbed his red ears while listening to the patter of water in his ears, and his eyes fell on the folding fan that Meng Zezhi casually placed on the bedside table.

When Meng Zezhi came out of the bathroom, Duan Congyan was already lying down.

He found a hair dryer to dry his hair, then walked to the bed, opened the quilt, lay in and hugged Duan Congyan's waist, put his head on his neck, and sniffed.

The hot and humid breath hit the skin, and the numb touch spread from the neck to the soles of the feet. Duan Congyan curled up his toes, breathing slightly disorderly.

With his sweet wife in his arms, Meng Zezhi was satisfied, and even went away a lot with the fatigue of the day. He asked, "By the way, are your wrists better?"

Duan Congyan tried his best to maintain a calm tone, and said slowly: "Fortunately, the swelling has disappeared. The doctor said that acupuncture treatment can be performed in two days."

Having said that, he tightened the corners of his lips.

A hundred days of injury to the muscles and bones is equivalent to the loss of one hundred days of the meat that he has eaten all at once, and he has suffered a great loss, okay!

However, Meng Zezhi didn't even know it and teased him from time to time. This is not the itching of the boots, the more itching gets the more itchy!

Meng Zezhi didn't know how Duan Congyan arranged him in his heart at this moment. He said, "I will accompany you when the time comes."

"Yeah." Duan Congyan hummed lightly, feeling very good in an instant.

It's so cloudy (so coax)!

"Go to sleep," Meng Zezhi yawned slightly: "It's all so late."

"Yeah." Duan Congyan rolled over and leaned into Meng Zezhi's arms, found a comfortable position and closed his eyes.

When he got the word, Meng Zezhi raised his hand and turned off the bedside lamp.

It was already the next morning when I woke up again.

"What do you want for breakfast, I will cook it for you." Meng Zezhi kissed the middle of his eyebrows.

Duan Congyan's sleepiness disappeared instantly. He pretended to be calm, and said casually: "Pumpkin porridge and carrot egg cake."

Meng Zezhi thought for a while: "Make another bacon and soft-boiled eggs."

Nutritionally balanced, just right.

As he said, he got up and got out of bed and said, "You will sleep for a while."

"Yeah." Duan Congyan replied, turning his back silently.

Meng Ze knew whether he was there, and went straight into the bathroom.

After about a quarter of an hour, he came out after washing, habitually holding the phone next to the pillow in one hand, and grabbing the folding fan on the bedside table with the other.

The moment the folding fan started, Meng Ze felt something strange.

How to say, the hand feels wrong, the size is wrong——

He lowered his head, and the familiar sandalwood fan bone became a beautifully patterned sika bamboo.

When I expand it again, the front is still an ink bamboo picture, and on the back, Mr. Liu Jiasheng's Xingkai has become Mr. Wu Shanzhang's copy of Mi Fu's "Tianma Fu".

Meng Zezhi looked at the fan in his hand several times, and his eyes fell on the bedside table. He remembered that the fan was placed here last night.

Thoughtful, he moved his gaze upwards, looking at Duan Congyan, who was facing away from him, his gaze touched his red ears hidden under the quilt, and he realized.

Meng Zezhi smiled, and his heart was in a soft mess. He unfolded and fanned the wind, his voice was low and magnetic: "Yes."

Duan Congyan buried half of his face in the pillow and replied muffledly: "Yeah."

Just after Meng Zezhi and the others had their breakfast, Han Daqin's assistant arrived.

He said: "Boss, "Far Mountain" is finished. Lu Huaijin will fly to Beijing tomorrow afternoon.

The atmosphere was solemn, and Han Daqin and the others sat up straight and looked at Meng Zezhi together.

Meng Zezhi put down the water cup in his hand, calmly: "Don't be afraid, just do as I said. But in the past few days, you don't want to go out anymore."

"Okay." Han Daqin nodded solemnly, he reached out and touched his neck, he had to wait for the moment of life and death.

When the plane arrived in the capital, it was three o'clock in the afternoon.

Before getting off the plane, the agent specifically asked: "The company has arranged for you to pick up fans and reporters. Wait for a good performance."

"Yeah." Wan Zihuai nodded.

It’s normal for the agency to arrange for fans to pick up the stars for the stars, especially the little stars. Take him as an example. Currently, the one he can get is the drama "Gonglue". Weibo has three million followers. The second is the zombie fans bought by the company, and three-quarters of the remaining third are wall fans, and there are only a handful of diehard fans.

The most indispensable thing in the entertainment circle is the star. If you don't pay attention, fans will climb the wall. What's more, he disappeared in front of people for nearly two months because he wanted to make a movie.

So at this time, it is necessary to increase his exposure in front of the public, arrange for fans to pick up the plane, and then bribe reporters to publish a few reports, which is not exceptional and achieves the goal, which is more appropriate.

Of course, the fans who were arranged to be picked up were basically not real fans, but were hired by the company. He remembered that when he died, the price of these fake fans was screaming two hundred, fainting and shouting. Husband and three hundred in tears, four hundred after the car. If the market is good, five-figure monthly income is not a problem.

I don't know what the price is now.

In general, Wan Zihuai is still very satisfied with the company's arrangements. He originally thought that after he became popular overnight, he rejected a series of announcements arranged by the company, insisted on joining the "Far Mountain" crew, and gave up taking the opportunity to climb up. The company may cool him down for a period of time, or even abandon him directly... Now it seems that the company is still very good to him.

"Right," the agent asked, as if thinking of something, "have you had any experience in this area before?"

Wan Zihuai opened his mouth, just about to say yes, but then remembered the identity of his predecessor wandering on the 18th line, and immediately changed his words and said, "No."

"Then I will tell you a few things to note..."

"I'm coming……"

"Ah, Huai Jin, I love you—"

"My husband is more handsome today!"

...

As soon as he left the airport, with deafening screams, hundreds of fans swarmed and surrounded Wan Zihuai and his party.

Wan Zihuai looked flattered and walked out with difficulty under the **** of his agent and assistant.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, be careful of falling."

Wan Zihuai bowed almost three steps at a time, and then even red eyes: "Thank you for your hard work, thank you all, thank you all!"

"Sorry, it's the first time a fan came to pick up the plane, I was a little excited!"

Suddenly the scene became more lively.

The agent looked at Wan Zihuai's performance with ease, almost unable to close his mouth in surprise, but when he thought of Wan Zihuai's superb acting skills, he was relieved immediately.

He recovered and helped Wan Zihuai receive a few gifts from fans.

At this moment, the crowd rushed again, Wan Zihuai looked up, and a dozen black-clothed bodyguards squeezed in with a girl and a middle-aged man.

The scene was too shocking, and the people present subconsciously stopped their movements and looked at the girl together.

She looked excited and said in a quick tone: "Huai Jin, I am your fan. I just got off the plane and I did not expect to meet you. I watched "Gong Lv" four times before and after, and I particularly liked your performance. By the way, can you sign me?"

With that, the girl hurriedly took out a notebook from her bag.

Wan Zihuai returned to his senses in an instant, and there was still a shock that was just right: "Good, good."

He reached out to take the notebook, and looked at the agent from the corner of his eye.

The agent shook his head calmly, this person was really not arranged by him.

Wan Zihuai understood that he was really a fan. His expression became more gentle. After signing, he returned the notebook to the girl.

The girl was happier: "By the way, I also prepared a gift for you."

After that, she instructed the bodyguard to open the suitcase in his hand, and took out a palm-sized brocade box from it and stuffed it to Wan Zihuai: "This is what my brother gave me. I think it's worthy of you."

As she was talking, the middle-aged man next to the girl raised his hand to look at his watch and leaned into her ear and said, "Miss, we were already late. If we delay for some time, the dinner should begin. If it is late, sir Will be unhappy."

Hearing the words "Mr.", the girl shrank her neck subconsciously. She looked distraught, but still said: "Huaijin, I should go now. I will definitely visit you next time you pick up the play." class……"

Before Wan Zihuai could react, the girl had already left with her bodyguard.

The reporter on the side was also excited. He grabbed the camera and chased after him. Originally, it would be nice to just take a trip and get thousands of red envelopes. I didn't expect to be able to run into such a breaking news.

Two hours later, Wan Zihuai became a hot search on Weibo.

[Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Love Huaijin! ! 】

[My idol is so cute, I was so moved that I cried. 】

[Call my Huai Jin crazy! 】

[Lu Huaijin, who is it? 】

[It's the one who played Xu Jiansheng in "Gonglue". 】

[Oh, that's the 18-line actor. 】

[What kind of mentality is upstairs, do you owe it to me? 】

[Haha, did I make a mistake? Look, Lu Huaijin's dog is about to come out to bite people again. 】

[Onlookers from the front row. 】

[The mouth is really dirty, did your mother give you **** when you were born? 】

...

[Yes, yes, I am small-minded, not as broad-minded as yours. Even if your family loves to drink, go to nightclubs, play reporters...you still love him, I know, I know! 】

[You can still fry the things that have been clarified, black powder! 】

...

[18th-line young actors can also be on the hot search? Hype it! 】

[Hype? You can try it. The female fan's bag is LV's new product this season, 30,000 pieces, the hat on her head is NewEra, eight thousand one, and the dress she wears is Chanel haute couture, one hundred thousand. Get started. 】

[Turn two pictures, the car that the local female fan got in after leaving the airport was a Bentley Mulsanne, the official price was 4.95 million, a naked car. Among the five cars on her dozen bodyguards, two BMW 5 series, two Audi Q5, and one Prado are all priced at more than 400,000 yuan. 】

[... Mom asked me why I knelt on the ground and looked at the phone. 】

[Do local fathers still lack idols? They look ugly and can't act but are particularly edible. 】

[Envy Lu Huaijin! 】

[More curious what exactly did the local tyrant father give Lu Huaijin? 】

【Curious +1】

...

There is a local fan town, and the atmosphere in the comment area has suddenly improved a lot. Watching the increasing attention amount, Wan Zi's heart is relaxed.

He thought for a while, got up and got out of bed, found the brocade box from the pile of presents on the sofa, opened it, and it turned out to be a piece of jade pendant.

He picked up the jade pendant and looked at it carefully. The jade is a good jade, but the workmanship is a bit rough.

Thinking of this, he suddenly smelled a faint incense and felt refreshed.

this is--

He took the jade pendant and sent it under his nose, took a deep breath, and a strong scent burst into his nasal cavity. The next moment, he rolled his eyes and passed out.

When Wan Zihuai woke up again, he found himself in a bright coffee shop, his expression tightened.

At this moment, a voice came from his ear: "Come on, sit down."

He suddenly raised his head, and Meng Zezhi was sitting on his legs on the coffee table just a few steps away, calmly.