Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

Han Daqin just looked at Meng Zezhi and Xie Bowen and decided on the ownership of the Hou family in a few words.

He shrank his neck, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

Sure enough, both Xie's father and son were black when cut.

"By the way," 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 while, and said, "Return the things that the Hou family repaid to you, Uncle Duan. As for the compensation, you can keep it."

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

"Okay." Xie Bowen nodded, his eyes fell on the real estate transfer contract at the top of the stack of documents, and his mind suddenly became lively.

It was a detached villa located in the South Third Ring Road with a construction area of ​​more than [-] square meters and an indoor swimming pool. It was no worse than their current residence.

Xie Bowen is not stupid, and he also admits that he is not a good person. He can see the relationship between his father and Duan Congyan very clearly.

Now that he is promising, his father also has the capital to be admired. He doesn't want his father to bear the title of "little boy" and be poked in the back.

There has never been a moment like this, he desperately wants to move out of this house.

But in this way, it is suspected of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge.

Xie Bowen was a little hesitant.

And for some reason, he always felt like he was a whore and wanted to set up a torii.

After dinner, the secretary who was planning to stay overnight suddenly received a call from home, saying that his mother had fallen while cooking and was being rescued in the hospital.

Then the secretary went back in a hurry, leaving Duan Congyan to confront the ice bag silently.

Seeing this, Meng Zezhi suddenly wanted to laugh for some reason.

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

Thinking of this, Meng Zezhi had an idea in his heart.

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

The door was opened from the inside, and Duan Congyan was really icing his right wrist.

Meng Zezhi clearly noticed that the moment the other party saw him, although he didn't show it on the face, the atmosphere around him was a little bit lively.

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

Duan Congyan came to his senses, his lips were almost pursed into a straight line, thinking of Meng Zezhi's previous actions, he vaguely guessed the purpose of the other party's presence here.

An unprecedented sense of frustration welled up in his heart.

He replied in a muffled voice, "Yeah."

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

Looking at each other silently, Meng Zezhi skillfully poured ice cubes and cold water into the ice bag, drained the air, put on the cloth bag, and stuck it on Duan Congyan's right wrist.

In the quiet night, Duan Cong Yan felt stuffy in his heart.

Ten minutes later, Meng Zezhi took back the ice pack.

He picked up a towel and dried the water stains on Duan Congyan's hands, then pulled off the bandage and rewrapped the wound for him.

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

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

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

Meng Zezhi was stunned for a moment, he sighed slightly in his heart, and his tone was not lacking in tolerance: "Okay."

Taking advantage of the fact that Duan Congyan is still in the stage of vague affection for him, it is best to cut through the mess quickly, whether it is for Duan Congyan or him.

Thinking of this, Meng Zezhi calmly hugged Duan Congyan into his arms, and in the next second, a familiar smell came over his nostrils.

Meng Zezhi's complexion changed.

As if seeing a ghost, he leaned over to Duan Congyan's neck in disbelief, and sniffed vigorously.

Could it be the sweet smell of perilla that he is all too familiar with.

By accident, Meng Zezhi remembered what happened in the morning, and the fog peeled away layer by layer, and a ridiculous idea suddenly rose in his heart.

How can it be?

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

He yelled several times but no one answered him.

Probably enough hugging, Duan Congyan calmed down and was about to let go of Meng Zezhi, but found that the other's hand was tightly wrapped around his waist, making him unable to break free.

"What?" Duan Congyan's heart beat faster.

Meng Zezhi calmed down his excitement a little bit, and his throat was dry when he looked at Congyan's twinkling eyes, "You, didn't you wear perfume today?"

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

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

Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry.

Meng Zezhi suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and told himself not to be in a hurry, and to be sure again, if something went wrong, he would have to hate himself to death.

Thinking of this, he let go of Duan Congyan, and said slowly: "Okay, go to bed early, and I will come back in three hours."

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

Duan Congyan was left alone staring at the door, dazed.

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

Celery, eggplant, garlic sprouts, pork liver, and yam are all Zhu Zhengqing doesn't like to eat.

Playing tennis with Xie Bowen all morning, Han Daqin was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back. As soon as he took his seat, he picked up his rice bowl and buried his head in eating. At the end, he still took the time to flatter Meng Zezhi: The dishes are really delicious, Uncle Xie, when you are free someday, teach me a thing or two!"

"That's right, my dad often went to restaurants to steal teachers..." Xie Bowen and You Rongyan.

That is Duan Congyan, looking at the dishes on this table, he can't put down his chopsticks.

Meng Zezhi saw it and said calmly, "Why, these dishes don't suit your taste?"

"No, it's good." Duan Congyan denied it, and then stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of eel and put it in his mouth. After that, he never patronized other dishes.

Meng Zezhi saw it in his eyes, and his thoughts turned to the sky.

After a while, he suppressed the emotions in his eyes, got up and went into the kitchen, and when he came back, he had a bowl of braised squab and a bowl of fried bamboo shoots with bacon.

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, and he couldn't figure out what Meng Zezhi was buying.

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

Especially at night when Meng Zezhi finished applying ice for him and said he would stay overnight.

"What, what?" Duan Congyan was a little incoherent, obviously not very used to such changes.

And, this, this progress is too fast.

"It's inconvenient for me to run back and forth. In this case, why don't you make room for me, anyway, I slept the night before yesterday." Meng Zezhi said lightly, as if talking about something unimportant .

How could the world be different from what he knew in just a short while!

Didn't Meng Zezhi already reject him?

Did he remember it wrong?

Even if he remembered wrongly, the change in Meng Zezhi's attitude before and after was too great!

Duan Congyan subconsciously wanted to refuse, but in the next second he thought of what happened the night before, and there seemed to be some kind of warmth in the palm of his hand, and when his tongue was dry and his mouth was dry, the words he said became inexplicably: "good."

Obviously Meng Zezhi lived in the room next to him.

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

Meng Zezhi saw it and didn't refuse.

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

In the middle of the night, Meng Zezhi heard a faint rustling sound, and Meng Zezhi lifted the quilt, and a figure rolled into his arms, with his face buried in his neck, and half of his body pressed against him, muttering a few words, not moving. up.

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