Hold on, we can break up! [Quick Transmigration]

"Meng Jinyan's heart is really vicious, it's a pity that I sympathized with him just now!"

"Careful! Big villain! You deliberately torture others when you have a hard time!"

"Hmph! I want to curse that guy to be bedridden forever!"

At three o'clock in the morning, the kitchen on the first floor made tinkling noises. Ying Nuo was wearing a fancy apron, with two slender arms on her hips, staring menacingly at the small white porcelain pot in front of her.

Small bubbles are bubbling inside the pot, white glutinous yam and diced bamboo shoots are tossed and turned in the soup, and the aroma of fresh and tender duck meat mixed with various ingredients is permeating all around. People passing by couldn't help moving their index fingers.

It's just that Ying Nuo was excluded because he was already full of anger from Meng Jinyan.

Just three hours ago, Yingnuo tearfully told about her misfortune and repentance for her mistakes at work. Meng Jinyan also had a lot of adults, saying that he no longer cares about what happened tonight.

Yingnuo felt relieved, just when he thought he had escaped by mistake, Boss Meng suddenly said that he was hungry, what kind of bamboo shoot and duck soup would he like, and it had to be freshly baked.

Ying Nuo froze on the spot, wishing she could raise her hand and slap herself.

It's a pity that what he said was splashed with water, so he had no choice but to agree, and dragged his heavy steps towards the kitchen.

Fortunately, the old duck soup with bamboo shoots was originally on the menu at noon the next day, and the raw materials were also prepared earlier. Yingnuo yawned and cheered up, and it took an hour and a half to complete under the guidance of the system.

Just when he was so sleepy that his eyes were staring straight, and he was bringing the old duck soup to Meng Jinyan, Boss Meng, who was leisurely closing his eyes and resting his mind, spoke——

"The soup is a bit salty, take it down and make it again."

The hands of the clock in the room kept spinning, and the room filled with the fragrance of bamboo shoots fell into silence for a while.

Yingnuo clenched his back molars tightly, and it took all his patience not to explode on the spot. With a fake smile on his face, he left Meng Jinyan's room.

At this very moment, Yingnuo's second pot of old duck soup was about to be finished. He carefully reduced the amount of salt and salt, and then filled it into a small delicate soup bowl like walking on eggshells.

"If Meng Jinyan makes any trouble again, I will... I will..."

The system has heard him scolding Meng Jinyan in his heart for almost an hour, his ears are almost callused, and he is already drowsy at this time: "...how about you?"

Yingnuo didn't say anything after all, he still had such little fantasies about Meng Jinyan, he thought he wouldn't make things difficult for him again, right?

It's already past three in the morning!Doesn't he need to sleep?

Slowly going up to the second floor, Ying Nuo walked into Meng Jinyan's room with a smirk on his face again, and happened to see Meng Jinyan's hand tapping on his knee, although his face was still cold, but if you look carefully, A trace of irritability and pain could be found between his brows.

Yingnuo paused, thinking that he had been sitting in the same posture for three hours, even a person with healthy legs and feet would feel uncomfortable, let alone a half-disabled player like him.

"Mr. Meng, why don't you sit on the bed and drink soup?" Yingnuo was very witty this time, and never asked if he needed help, and even thoughtfully planned to avoid it, "I'll help you move the small table here?"

Meng Jinyan opened his eyes, turning a deaf ear to Yingnuo's well-intentioned suggestion, and just raised his hand at him: "Bring the bowl here."

Yingnuo didn't dare to say anything more, and passed the bowl in a polite manner, until he approached him and suddenly found that Meng Jinyan's situation was a little weird.

You can't tell from the man's face, but once you get closer, you will find that there is a very thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and it is not warmed by the room temperature, but the kind that is caused by physical discomfort. cold sweat.

Yingnuo hesitated to speak, but still didn't say anything, quietly waiting for Meng Jinyan to drink the soup.

"The heat is not well controlled, and the quality and color of the duck meat are not good." Meng Jinyan straightened up and put the small soup bowl on the table, and casually raised his eyelids: "Did you cook it with your eyes closed?"

Ying Nuo was almost choked and rolled her eyes, and the sleep-inducing sleepiness was all gone: "Mr. Meng...you stay up in the middle of the night just to find fault with me?"

If you tear your face, you will tear your face, who made this man bully you too much!

Meng Jinyan sat still and calmly, then nodded and admitted: "So what? Take it back and redo it."

Ying Nuo stared at him incredulously, his always impoverished brain couldn't find the right words for a while: "You... aren't you sleepy?"

Sick people should have a good rest, right? !

Wouldn't it be better to be kind? !

"Not sleepy," Meng Jinyan frowned indistinctly, and his left calf twitched slightly, "I...can't sleep."

Ying Nuo pursed her lips tightly, and stood there for a while, not caring about the difference between superiority and inferiority, and immediately squatted in front of Meng Jinyan, and directly helped him move the joint of his left leg.

He figured it out, this old man was just being capricious and playing with his temper, because his legs hurt so much that he couldn't sleep, so he bullied him endlessly to relieve his boredom!

"You!!!" Meng Jinyan didn't expect this brat to be so bold, because he was so surprised that he couldn't help raising his voice, and almost instinctively pushed him out: "What are you doing?!"

Although the man's legs were weak, the strength in his hands was astonishing. Ying Nuo's body center of gravity was not stable, so he was pushed and fell directly, and his buttocks hit the ground firmly.

"Hmm." Ying Nuo snorted, Bai Shengsheng's face wrinkled, and his voice was aggrieved: "I rubbed your legs out of kindness, why did you push me?"

Meng Jinyan's breathing rate was a little fast, he stared at Ying Nuo with a gloomy expression, and Hei Shuosuo's eyes were full of searching, as if he didn't know what way Ying Nuo was playing.

"Every one of us will get sick." Ying Nuo didn't care about other things, just sat on the ground and muttered weakly: "No matter how powerful people are, they will get sick, and when I'm sick, I'll cry. .....This is not something to be ashamed of, there is nothing to shy away from..."

"Sickness is sickness, rejecting people thousands of miles away, isn't it you who feel so uncomfortable?"

"Just say that your leg hurts and you want me to rub it for you. Is it possible that I will refuse you?"

Meng Jinyan's eyebrows twitched violently.

"You see, you're still so fierce." Ying Nuo stood up on the floor, patted her butt, and looked at the man opposite with a solemn face, "Do you still want me to rub your legs for you?"

Meng Jinyan felt in a daze that he was surrounded by this child, and he was stiff for a while before he said coldly: "Who gave you the courage to let you be so presumptuous?"

Seeing that this man was not good enough, Ying Nuo didn't bother to talk nonsense with this guy, and under the tremendous pressure of being beaten up by Meng Jinyan who ran away at any time, squatted down in front of him again.

This time Meng Jinyan's reaction seemed less intense.

In fact, Yingnuo doesn't know how to massage. Two sensual hands rubbed and pressed the man's legs almost out of order. He could feel the muscles in the man's legs trembling constantly. what a sin the master suffered.Although I don't know how effective the massage is, it can at least promote blood circulation in the lower limbs.

"Does it still hurt?" Yingnuo massaged for a while, raised her head, and asked Meng Jinyan seriously.

The man gave him a deep look, and silently took out a cigarette to smoke.

Yingnuo yawned and rubbed his eyes sleepily, and under the ravages of nicotine, he became even sleepier.

At the same time, the lights in the basement were brightly lit, and the people tied to the iron chairs let out weak gasps.

"If our investigation results are correct, the old man's lifespan should not exceed half a year."

Qiu Zhao's face became more and more angular under the dim light, and his voice was colder than usual: "Instead of working for an old man who is about to die, why don't you follow my husband? ?”

At this time, the person who was in a state of embarrassment was Cai Yuanfang, the only genius in a certain field of medicine who had won a Nobel Prize. He was sponsored by Meng Jinyan's father, Meng Tinguo, during college, and he has been in his saddle since then.

As for why he was hunted down by Meng Jinyan, it was because Meng Jinyan's legs were caused by some kind of poison, and the formula of that poison came from Cai Yuanfang.

"Kill me if you have the ability," Cai Yuanfang turned his head and spit out a mouthful of blood, glaring at Qiu Zhao viciously: "I'm afraid you won't succeed?"

Qiu Zhao whistled lazily, wandered around Cai Yuanfang, and said with a smile, "OK, let's not talk about the poison. That legacy."

Cai Yuanfang was shocked, and looked at Qiu Zhao in disbelief, apparently not expecting that this matter had been exposed.

"As long as a certain condition is met, the inheritance will automatically belong to the name of the husband, and the person who knows the condition now, except for the old man himself, is probably you."

Cai Yuanfang's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his voice was already trembling: "It doesn't matter about me... This matter is kept from outsiders by Mr. Meng, and I don't know it very well..."

Qiu Zhao sneered, took out his mobile phone to check the time, and then waved at the man in black beside him: "Be careful not to kill you, I will know the result tomorrow morning."

"Yes." The man in black took the order.

When Qiu Zhao came to Meng Jinyan's room, he was really surprised. He stared dumbfoundedly at Ying Nuo who was curled up on the sofa and snoring, and asked, "Sir? Why is he sleeping here?"

Meng Jinyan was already lying on the bed at some point, with a rare look of fatigue in his eyes.

Qiu Zhao waited for a while but did not get a reply, so he briefly reported on Cai Fangyuan's affairs and left.

As he walked away, he secretly slandered, this change is too fantastical, isn't it? !