Cannon Fodder is King [Quick 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 aching, but he felt happy in his heart.

He reached out and touched Meng Zezhi's arm, recalling the hearty love affair last night, couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips, his American classmate really didn't lie to him.

"Awake." Meng Zezhi grabbed his troublesome hand and asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

For this matter, he has done enough homework.

Hearing this, Zhu Zhengqing blushed, curled up her toes, and whispered, "No, nothing."

Meng Zezhi only thought that the other party was shy, and while he was overjoyed, he stood up carefully, picked up the person on his body, put him gently on the bed, then kissed the other party's shining eyebrows, and said, "Sleep a little longer, I went to cook."

"Ah."

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

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

When Meng Zezhi came back, Zhu Zhengqing was washing up.

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

Meng Zezhi grabbed the phone and was about to put it on the bedside table when suddenly the screen turned on. He glanced casually, only to see a new message displayed on the top of the phone screen: Alright, I’ll give you Professor Meng’s video I've found everything, and you agreed to treat me to dinner when I return home, don't forget.

Meng Zezhi: "..."

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

The contact person is Tan Zheng.

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

Zhu Zhengqing: ...um.

Tan Zheng: Are you...are you yourself?

Zhu Zhengqing: Yes.

Tan Zheng: Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!

Tan Zheng: Oh my god, the sun is coming out from the west!

Tan Zheng: Do you like Professor Meng?

Tan Zheng: Or do you simply want to watch GV?

……

Tan Zheng: Cub, you have grown up to be an "old father's smile"!

Zhu Zhengqing: When will you still "smile" the 3000 million you owe me?

Tan Zheng: Alright dad, I'll go and look for your old man right now.

Tan Zheng: "Video"

Tan Zheng: Let me give you one first. Professor John called me.

Looking at the time, this is the chat history of last week. At that time, the news of his chaotic private life had just been released. Yes, there were also eighteen small videos, but they were deleted by the superiors at noon that day .

Meng Zezhi frowned slightly, and poked open the video to take a look.

In the video, he is on top of a young man, forcing him to call 'Daddy' as he moves.

Meng Zezhi: "..."

Suddenly remembered, when the love was strong last night, Zhu Zhengqing unconsciously called out 'Dad'.

Is this thinking by day and thinking by night?

Or does Zhu Zhengqing like this tune?

wrong--

Meng Zezhi was relieved, the cold and reserved Professor Zhu in his family would secretly save his little videos?

Judging by the posture last night, it is estimated that there is no lack of YY in normal times.

It seems to have discovered some terrible secret.

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

When Zhu Zhengqing came out after washing, Meng Zezhi had already made the bed. When Zhu Zhengqing approached, he hugged him, kissed him on the corner of his mouth, and said calmly, "Breakfast is ready."

"Ah."

Isn't this the husband and wife life he used to dream about? Zhu Zhengqing's eyes lit up, and he kissed back solemnly.

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

So there is such a lovely person, I wish I could be rubbed to the bone to love him.

At the dinner table, Meng Zezhi drank the sesame paste, seemed to have thought of something, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said, "Anyway, we are free these two days, why don't we go and see the old man?"

Hearing this, Zhu Zhengqing's eyes lit up: "Is it possible?"

"Why not," Meng Zezhi said with a smile, "An ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her parents-in-law."

Just do what you say, after breakfast, Meng Zezhi drove straight to the mall, bought some tea and fruit under Zhu Zhengqing's guidance, and then went to Mr. Zhu's place.

I wish the old man is in his early seventies this year, and his body is still in good shape.

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

He lives in a villa area in the western suburbs. The government provides drivers, guards and medical staff. He doesn't go out often. He only raises a big cat and has a small vegetable field in the yard. He lives comfortably. .

"grandfather."

Hearing the sound, Mr. Zhu, who was lying on the rocking chair with the big cat in his arms and basking in the sun, immediately sat up: "Hey, what's going on today..."

When he saw clearly the person following Zhu Zhengqing, his tone became lighter in an instant: "Are you back when you're free?"

As he spoke, the big cat on his body jumped off the rocking chair, ran up to Zhu Zhengqing with its short legs, stretched out its paws and hooked his pants.

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

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

The old man Zhu glanced at him: "Okay, let's talk inside."

After entering the room, 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."

As soon as he left, the atmosphere in the living room froze instantly.

After just a short while, Mr. Zhu was already mentally prepared. He covered his mouth and coughed twice, and said, "Can you play chess?"

"A little while." Meng Zezhi said respectfully.

I wish the old man was satisfied with his attitude: "Two rounds?"

"it is good."

Facing Meng Zezhi, the future grandson-in-law, the old man Zhu's attitude is quite gentle.

This is also impossible!

Who told his grandson to like it?

Mr. Zhu didn't think much of Meng Zezhi at first, but Meng Zezhi was a whole round older than his grandson.

This is second, the key is that Meng Zezhi is not a good character, he beats his wife, and even steals the research results of his students, he really dislikes it from the bottom of his heart.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have happened that he pretended to be ill to lure Zhu Zhengqing home.

But who would have thought that he was also a poor man, whose family was ruined by others.

In addition, he later proved Goldbach's conjecture and developed a special drug for AIDS. I wish the old man's favorability for him can be said to rise in a straight line.

From this point of view, it is enough for Meng Zezhi to match his grandson.

He comforted himself that being old also has its advantages, being mature, stable, and caring for others.

But this does not mean that he can look at Meng Zezhi with a normal heart. After all, the grandson who has been raised for more than 20 years suddenly becomes someone else's family. The old man inevitably feels a little uncomfortable.

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

A group of photos circulated on Weibo, Facebook, Twitter... and other social software.

[Nest grass! 】

【Surprised! ! 】

[This is Jiang Qiyang? 】

[...Look at the pictures to know people, and the prize-winning quiz begins! 】

[In the photo, the one holding Jiang Qiyang's arm to go shopping is Feng Tianhou, a pure girl?hehe! 】

[Photo [-] Jiang Qiyang is hugging the twin sisters of Chen Jia and Chen Ling, who are live broadcasting in Jiangzhou. Back then, the local tyrant rewarded them with a million dollars to let them call their husbands and they didn’t want to. As a result... the local tyrant felt sorry for them. It turned out that they thought you gave too much few. 】

[Photo [-] is my English teacher. By the way, she used to be Jiang Qiyang’s class teacher. I’ll say she’s an ordinary teacher. Where did she get the money to wear a million-dollar watch. 】

[In photo [-], the person Jiang Qiyang pressed on the tree trunk and touched his thigh is Li Anning, a spicy policeman from the traffic police team of Haiding District. 】

[Photo [-] and Jiang Qiyang walked out of the women's toilet one after the other. Zhao Mei, a nurse from our hospital, took me as a spare tire for two years. I always thought she looked down on me because of her good eyesight. I didn't expect She would rather be Jiang Qiyang's mistress than the daughter-in-law of a decent family. 】

[In photo [-], Jiang Qiyang is holding his right hand at the dinner table is the boss of our company. 】

[Photo [-] and Jiang Qiyang went in and out of the hotel last year's Cannes actress Sierra, it seems that she is now playing the heroine in Jiang Qiyang's crew. 】

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

[I have always regarded Jiang Qiyang as the Prince Charming in my mind, now seeing these photos, I am disgusted. 】

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

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

[That's right, resist 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? 】

[Wo Cao, to hear you say this...it's terrifying to think about it carefully! 】

[This can't be Professor Meng's handwriting, can it? 】

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

……

"Meng Zezhi—" Jiang Qiyang gritted his teeth, picked up the coffee cup on the table and slammed it on the ground.

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

It was he who underestimated Meng Zezhi's methods.

Thinking of this, he sneered, thinking that he would be able to defeat him, Jiang Qiyang, a joke——

Once the heat of this matter is over, it will be what it should be.

There are a lot of cheating stars in the entertainment industry, as long as the backstage is strong enough, there will still be fans chasing after him, and he will be doing well, let alone his private life is just chaotic.

Just then, his cell phone rang.

It was his deputy, James, who called.

"Mr. Jiang, it's not good. Something happened on the set. There were three headless female corpses in the spaceship's toilet. They looked like they were the crew members in charge of make-up. Now the police have surrounded the set."

"What did you say?" Jiang Qiyang didn't bother to think too much, and immediately said: "You all first stabilize, I will be there soon."

With that said, he grabbed the car keys on the coffee table and rushed out of the gate of the villa.

Halfway through the journey, Jiang Qiyang's right eyelid began to twitch wildly.

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

wrong--

He slammed on the brakes.

How can there be such a coincidence that someone exposed his chaotic private life on the Internet before something happened on the set?

Could this be a conspiracy?

Before he could figure it out, at this moment, a fast-moving pickup truck suddenly changed lanes and rammed straight at him.

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

It's just that before he started the car, the pickup truck had already slammed into it hard.

With a loud bang, the fronts of the two cars immediately changed shape. Between the calcium carbide flames, he even saw the ferocious face of the bearded driver in the small pickup.

After the violent collision, the little pickup jumped up from the ground, rolled twice in the air and crashed into the river beside the road.

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

I don't know how long it took before the car finally stopped rolling. Jiang Qiyang's limbs in the driver's seat were twisted, and he was no longer human. His face and neck were covered with gravel, and there was a stick stuck in his chest. out of the rebar.

Pain, pain all over the body, heart-piercing pain, but Jiang Qiyang has obviously lost consciousness in this aspect, his body twitches from time to time, and scarlet blood keeps flowing out of his mouth.

Jiang Qiyang's sight began to loosen a little.

Am I going to die?

I'm dying.

die?

No, I can't die, I can't die—

Suddenly, Jiang Qiyang's eyes burst out with a desire to survive, his chest rose and fell violently, and he tried his last bit of strength: "Department, system, save me?"

"After receiving the order to save the host's life, 300 million reputation points need to be deducted, whether to execute it or not."

"Execute, hurry—"

Ten minutes later, the police arrived late.

"Quick, go down and have a look."

"The car has been hit like this, the person must be dead." The speaker's tone was full of relief.

Just as he was talking, there was a bang, and the tattered car door was kicked open from the inside, followed by a hand stretched out.

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

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

The head of the middle-aged policeman tightened his eyes: "Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Qiyang seemed unknown, crying bitterly: "I'm alive, I'm alive..."

The young policeman next to him asked softly, "Boss, what should we do now?"

The middle-aged policeman turned his head and faced the sight of the crowd on the side of the road. He frowned: "Take him back to the police station first."

"Okay." After finishing speaking, the partner next to the young policeman winked, and the two stepped forward together, picked up Jiang Qiyang and walked up the mountain.

On the road, other policemen helped stop the crowd, and the young policeman led Jiang Qiyang to the police car.

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

Jiang Qiyang didn't cooperate, the young policeman could only suppress his impatience and said: "He is still alive and has been sent to the hospital. Don't worry, Mr. Jiang, the law will definitely not forgive him for his drunken driving."

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

"Mr. Jiang, don't get too excited," the middle-aged policeman quickly smoothed things over, "Whether it's murder or drunk driving, we will definitely give you an explanation."

Jiang Qiyang calmed down a bit, and then he felt some pain in his arm. He turned his head and saw that he was being held up by two policemen like a prisoner. He immediately became vigilant: "You want to take me to where?"

The middle-aged policeman quickly said: "If I don't go anywhere, I just go back to the police station to take notes."

wrong--

Jiang Qiyang said sharply: "I'm covered in blood now, why did you think that you didn't send me to the hospital immediately, but made a record? I understand, you and that driver are in the same group, and you want to kill me too."

As he spoke, Jiang Qiyang pushed away the two policemen who were supporting him. Out of the corner of his eye, he fell on the police car not far away. He rushed over, opened the door, sat inside, and stepped on the accelerator. , the car rushed out like an arrow off the string.

Seeing this scene, the young policeman raised his gun and was about to shoot, but was stopped by the middle-aged policeman.

"You're crazy." The middle-aged policeman gave him a hard look.

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

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

Damn it, the duck with its mouth is flying.

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

When he got home on his front foot, Serra was there on his back.

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

Seeing Sera's worried face, Jiang Qiyang was very moved. He hugged Sera tightly, absorbing the warmth from her body, and said with a trembling voice, "Serra, you don't know, I almost died , almost."

Sera patted him on the back and comforted him: "It's okay, aren't you fine now..."

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

"It's alright, it's alright."

……

After finally Jiang Qiyang calmed down, he let go of Sera with a moved expression on his face: "Serra, thank you for coming here to see me."

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

"Look at your dirty body, you go wash it first, and I'll make you a cup of tea." Sera said.

"Okay." Jiang Qiyang couldn't stand the smell of blood in his body either.

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

Jiang Qiyang was already extremely thirsty, no doubt about him, he immediately took the tea and drank it all in one gulp, after drinking, he smacked his lips, feeling that today's cup of tea was extraordinarily sweet.

"By the way, Sera, can you help me find some reliable bodyguards..." As he spoke, a sense of dizziness hit Jiang Qiyang's head. He supported his head and shook it vigorously: "Why, what happened?"

At this moment, the door of the villa was kicked open, and a dozen men in black rushed in. The middle-aged man who led him sneered, "Jiang Qiyang, let me see where else you can escape."

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

"In the words of you Hua people, this is called a husband and wife are birds in the same forest, and they fly separately when disaster comes." Sera said blankly: "Because of that group of photos, my reputation has been completely ruined. I have worked hard for 12 years. I finally got my place in Hollywood, and I can't bear to lose all of this...Mr. Charles promised me that as long as I would help, he would give me a hand, so Qiyang, I can only feel sorry for you. "

"You," Jiang Qiyang was about to burst into tears: "The poisonous woman——"

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

"what--"

Jiang Qiyang screamed, rolled his eyes, and passed out.

But it was too late to even contact the system.

The author has something to say:

That night, when the love was really strong, Meng Zezhi looked at the man whose arms had softened into a puddle of water, thought for a while, patted his buttocks, and tentatively said, "Call Dad!"

Zhu Zhengqing replied happily: "Father!"

afterwards

Meng Zezhi: Do all cuties like this tune?

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

Big long chapter, so it's late, cover your face ╮(╯▽╰)╭