Sue you over and over again [Quick Transmigration]

Few people know Meng Zhao's real birthday.The date of birth on the ID card is four months later than his real date of birth, and all fans know is the one on the ID card.

Brother Wen called again and told him to go out, but Meng Zhao said that he couldn't go because he had something to do.

Brother Wen asked him seriously: "Is there someone outside?"

"...No." Meng Zhao spat out two words coldly.

"Don't try to hide it from me, let me know as soon as you have anything."

"Got it, it's long-winded, hang up." Meng Zhao pressed the phone impatiently.

He sat on the sofa and stared at the phone for a while, wondering if that person already knew that he had blocked him.

Forget it, so be it.

Meng Zhao changed his clothes and was about to go out. It was rare for him to rest for a whole day, and he was so stupid at home.

He zipped up his jacket, put on a hat and a mask, only his eyes were exposed, and then went to the garage to drive a Porsche. Just as he was about to leave the community, he saw a familiar figure.

Meng Zhao slammed on the brakes, and the man who was talking to the guard seemed to be in love.

His outfit is similar to that of Meng Zhao, and he also wears a standard mask and hat.

The place where Meng Zhao lives is a high-end villa complex, and the guards will not let people in casually, not to mention that Mo Bai still refuses to cancel the mask.

Meng Zhao looked at Mo Bai carrying a large plastic bag in his hand, and talked to the guard for a long time, but the guard still had a tough attitude and refused to let him in.

In desperation, Mo Bai took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Meng Zhao, but he hesitated for a while and still didn't call, and went to discuss with the guard.

Meng Zhao found it strange that at this moment, he only needed to call him and ask him to say hello to the guard and say no.

Looking at the persistent Mo Bai, Meng Zhao rolled his eyes, turned off the engine and got out of the car.

"Love."

Mo Bai turned his head in response, showing surprise in his eyes.

"Why are you here?" Meng Zhao asked.

"I'm here to find you." Mo Bai's tone was a little regretful.

"Why don't you call?"

Mo Bai didn't say a word.

Meng Zhao is a little taller than Mo Bai, standing in front of Mo Bai, looking like he is asking questions.

The guard recognized Meng Zhao, and seeing that they really knew each other, he quickly apologized.

It wasn't the guard's fault in the first place, but Mo Bai was a little embarrassed.

"Let's go." Meng Zhao raised his eyebrows, turned around and left.

Mo Bai followed.

Meng Zhao said, "Get in the car, I'll drive the car back."

"Are you going out?"

Meng Zhao said flatly, "Yes."

"Oh."

Meng Zhao was silent for a while, then asked him again: "Why didn't you call me just now, if I didn't happen to meet you, you wouldn't be able to come in."

"I want to give you a surprise." Mo Bai said sullenly.

"..."

Meng Zhao coughed unnaturally, and couldn't help looking at the rearview mirror.

In the mirror, Mo Bai was staring at him intently, as if he knew he was looking at him, Mo Bai smiled faintly.

Meng Zhao hurriedly withdrew his gaze, stared straight ahead, and soon returned to his garage.

After getting out of the car, Meng Zhao saw that he was still carrying the big bag in his hand, and asked him, "What are you carrying?"

"Ingredients."

"Why did you bring this kind of thing to me?" Meng Zhao was a little puzzled.

"Today is your birthday, I want to cook you a meal."

"You know how to cook?"

Meng Zhao was stunned, he remembered that Mo Bai was a novice in life, and he didn't even know how to fry eggs.

"Well, I learned it in the past two years." Mo Bai was a little embarrassed, "You can try it later."

"Oh. Come in." Meng Zhao was touched for some reason.

Meng Zhao's house was very clean, so he didn't feel uncomfortable. After changing his shoes, he threw the keys on the shoe cabinet and said coldly, "Sit whatever you want."

Mo Bai looked at the decoration and furnishings of his home curiously, looked around the living room and asked, "Where is the kitchen?"""

Meng Zhao leaned on the sofa and pointed, "Here."

Mo Bai said, "Did you eat breakfast?"

"No."

Meng Zhao looked down at his watch, "It's eleven o'clock, can I start making lunch now?"

"up to you."

"Well, I'm going to the kitchen to prepare, are you coming?"

"I'm not going."

Mo Bai didn't mind at all, walked into the kitchen, put the bag on the table, and took out the ingredients one by one.

Pork ribs, thyme, tomato, potato, beef, chicken wings, eggs, onion, ginger and garlic...

Mo Bai arranged the ingredients, then looked around the kitchen, went out and asked, "Do you have an apron?"

"No." Meng Zhao glanced at the white shirt on his body, and said angrily, "Do you want to give you something I don't wear?"

"En." Mo Bai nodded.

"Wait a minute." Meng Zhao got up and went to the cloakroom. After searching for a long time, he found that his clothes were almost all light-colored. He only found a short-sleeved black T. He frowned, but took it out anyway.

Mo Bai was not waiting for him in the living room, but was washing vegetables in the kitchen. Meng Zhao heard the sound of splashing water, and when he walked to the door of the kitchen, Mo Bai happened to turn his head.

The two collided, as if there was a flash of fire.

Meng Zhao's heartbeat slowed down by half a beat, and he handed him the clothes without saying anything.

Mo Bai smiled, but didn't answer, "I'll wash my hands first."

"Oh."

After he washed and dried his hands, he began to unbutton his shirt.

Meng Zhao was stunned.

Damn, just change it here?

When Mo Bai unbuttoned the three buttons, revealing his charming collarbone and chest, Meng Zhao was sure that he was really going to put on a strip show in front of him.

Meng Zhao's little brother stiffened politely.

Meng Zhao looked away in embarrassment, and said with a bad attitude, "Why are you changing here?"

"Then I'll go to the bathroom." He tugged at his collar.

"Forget it, it's halfway off... that's it, hurry up and finish changing."

Mo Bai smiled shyly, seeing that Meng Zhao's chest was burning hot.

Damn, it got harder, he turned around and said hurriedly, "I'm going to smoke a cigarette."

"Wait a moment."

Meng Zhao turned around anxiously and said, "So what..."

His words stopped abruptly, because standing in front of him was Mobai's naked upper body, showing his slender and sexy figure at a glance.

Mo Bai handed him the shirt and said with a smile, "You haven't given me your clothes yet."

Meng Zhao groaned dully.

"Can you take my shirt out for me?"

Meng Zhao's face made him uncomfortable, he just wanted to get away from Mo Bai as soon as possible, otherwise he was afraid that he would pounce on him, so he grabbed the shirt, threw the black T to him, and left quickly.

Mobai grinned, smiling brightly.

"Mr. System, did he really want to fuck me just now?"

The system said three words indifferently: "I don't know."

"Mr. System, you are dishonest~"

"Boring, let's wash your dishes."

"Hey, it's really embarrassing for me... I, who didn't touch the spring water with my ten fingers, have fallen to..." Mo Bai sighed helplessly.

"get out……"

"Mr. System, will there be aphrodisiacs on this dress, and will I feel hot when I wear it?"

"Yes, there is extremely poisonous poison on it."

Mo Bai giggled and stopped joking with the system. He quickly put on the black T. The clothes were a bit big, but the texture was very comfortable.

Mobai is going to make a tomato and potato beef brisket, braised wings, pan-fried pork ribs with thyme, and an egg drop soup...

He was a famous chef in his previous mission, so his culinary skills can be employed in a five-star hotel, and he didn't lie, Zhong Qing did learn to cook for Meng Zhao, but it's a bit hard to describe.

Meng Zhao went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette, and the following reaction finally became less obvious. He went to the bathroom to wash his face, and cursed at himself in the mirror, "Are you so hungry?"

The sound of the gas stove being turned on came from the kitchen. Meng Zhao hesitated for a moment, but slowly approached the kitchen.

Mo Bai was facing away from him, pouring oil into the pan with an oil can in his hand.

Meng Zhao's family only has olive oil, which was given by others. He would not buy this kind of thing himself. The only ingredients in his family are instant noodles, eggs, and ham sausage.

Mo Bai's movements are very proficient, and he looks like he cooks often.

Meng Zhao was still skeptical that he could really cook, but now his doubts can be dispelled.

The freshly chopped onion, ginger, and garlic are neatly arranged on the cutting board. The onion is finely chopped, the ginger is shredded, the garlic is washed and peeled, and flattened with a kitchen knife.

The oil in the frying pan heats up quickly, Mo Bai puts in the garlic first, and fry until both sides are browned, with a faint aroma of garlic, he picks up the ribs and arranges them one by one in the pan, the ribs sizzling in the pan sound, it sounds wonderful.

Meng Zhao looked at him without blinking his eyes. He didn't expect that a man could cook so elegantly. Mo Bai's back was straight, and the wide T-shirt was a bit empty on him. Meng Zhao suddenly wanted to hug him. hug his waist.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he involuntarily approached Mo Bai slowly.

He stretched out his hand, and when Mo Bai moved, he put it down quickly.

Mo Bai turned his head and said, "Stand farther away, and be careful not to be splashed by oil."

"Splash it, it's no big deal." Meng Zhao was a little nervous but pretended to be careless, "What kind of food are you doing?"

"Pan fried ribs, it's delicious."

"What if it doesn't taste good?"

"No, it's up to you if it doesn't taste good." Mo Bai said half-jokingly.

"..." Meng Zhao was stunned for a moment, a little dreamy.

Mo Bai said: "Go and wait for me outside, it will take a while, are you hungry?"

"It's okay." Meng Zhao leaned against the door, looking at Mo Bai's side face in a daze.

Mo Bai looked back at him from time to time, always with a soft smile on his face.

Meng Zhao didn't know what it was like, but one thing he was sure of was that he suddenly felt that this was pretty good.

"Tomorrow I'm going to join the filming group." Meng Zhao said suddenly.

Mo Bai said, "Well, yes."

"You have a good relationship with that Su Beihai?"

"It's okay, I didn't know much about it before."

"Really, I think he looks very close to you."

"Maybe you're wrong."

The corner of Meng Zhao's mouth turned down, suddenly not very happy, "Do you go to bed early every day?"

"If nothing happens, I go to bed at eleven o'clock, what's wrong?"

Meng Zhao was inexplicably agitated by the word "go to bed".

He turned his face away uncomfortably, "It's nothing, you always turn off your phone when you sleep?"

"Yeah, did you call me?"

"How is it possible! I'm just asking." Meng Zhao turned his eyes away dutifully.

Mo Bai suddenly put down the spatula and turned around, Meng Zhao was taken aback, thinking what he was going to do, but Mo Bai said, "Where are your dishes?"

Meng Zhao's face darkened, and he took two steps to the left, opened a cabinet door, and took out four or five plates from it, "I've never used it, you wash it."

Mo Bai took the dusty dishes and took them to the sink to rinse.

After washing one, he put the ribs in the pot on a plate, and then poured the special juice with thyme, lemon, and sesame oil.

Immediately, the aroma of vegetables overflowed.

"This dish is ready, do you want to try it?"

Before Meng Zhao could answer, Mo Bai pinched a piece with his hands, put it near his mouth and blew, then handed it to Meng Zhao's mouth, "Taste it."

Meng Zhao subconsciously wanted to refuse, but he opened his mouth. Whether it was accidentally or something, Meng Zhao's lips touched Mobai's fingers.

Lips are soft, fingers are cold.

Meng Zhao's body was stiff, his expression was stagnant.

But Mo Bai didn't seem to feel it, he even put his finger into his mouth and ate the remaining juice on his hand.

Meng Zhao's eyes changed, he turned around and walked out.

"what happened to you?"

There was an obvious smile on Mo Bai's face, but Meng Zhao couldn't see it. Meng Zhao rushed into the toilet and splashed cold water on his face.