I have special whitewashing skills [Quick Transmigration]

, two staggered black shadows cast blurred shadows on the floor, and the sound of the blower when it was working seemed no longer a noise at this moment. Every corner of the cold bungalow.

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Ziqian turned off the hair dryer he was working on, and let someone smooth his slightly messy hair. He said with a smile, "Okay."

Chu Xinze half-closed her eyes and turned her head, with her neck raised, she saw the man's handsome face full of smiles.

Pursing the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he whispered, "Thank you brother."

Looking down has always been a kind of control of the strong over the weak, because everything of the other party is fully under my eyes, without reservation.

Looking down at his own reflection in those wet eyes, the almost sacrificial posture of the lying person, and the fragile neck that seems to be easily broken as long as he stretches out his hand, the tenderness in the eyes of the man who has fully satisfied his desire to control more attractive.

It's just that Meng Ziqian subconsciously ignored it. When he himself stared at the other party so seriously, he also completely surrounded the person in front of him in his eyes.

Once time has passed, and I get used to it, this figure will take root in my heart little by little with the passage of time and inadvertently, silently.

15

this crumbling world 13

Although he has the memories of his previous life and the abilities brought by his brain, Meng Ziqian is still very busy. If he wants to stand on the top of that broken world safely, he needs to do too much preparation work.

In order to reduce the waste of time, he even moved his laboratory to the basement of the villa, and set the only entrance in the study.

Nuo Da's laboratory is surrounded by cold incandescent lamps, and the glassware on the clean operating table exudes the same pale temperature, which is icy cold and biting.

Meng Ziqian was wearing a white coat, observing the data of the instrument in front of him. The pen that was recording quickly in his hand almost brought out a series of afterimages. Those eyes that were blocked by the glasses lost the usual gentle and doting humility. A richness intertwined with coldness and madness.

Those eyes look like a starving addict suddenly seeing the obsession with drugs, and at the same time, they are also like a cold file, frantically polishing his unique artwork.

This kind of Mencius is cold, rational, arrogant, paranoid...

Before rebirth, Meng Ziqian was a famous puppet master in the last days. He used to control an army by himself, but puppets were just puppets. Because he didn’t have a real sense of autonomy, when he was betrayed by people’s hearts, those dead things could hardly be dispatched. Useful.

But in this life, he manipulated people, not just puppets.

With the last stroke, Meng Ziqian's eyes glowed with excitement as he faced the scribbled formulas and data on the page.

It finally succeeded. With all the formulas and data of the improved cell activating agent, he will truly control the most powerful pawn.

Just when he couldn't wait to pick up the data and planned to do it directly, the protruding ringtone interrupted Meng Ziqian's thoughts, and he frowned fiercely, showing extreme impatience between the man's brows.

Although he was not happy that someone interrupted his interest, but knowing that he would be able to call in, there must be something important. As expected, after the call was connected, there was only one sentence from the other side.

"mission failed……"

Silently closing his eyes, the excitement of the theoretically successful experiment on Meng Ziqian's face completely disappeared, replaced by a kind of obscurity that was about to come.

How many times has this failed?

Some people say that women have a strong sixth sense, but this is not always the case, because everyone has an innate sixth sense, and Meng Ziqian used to be one of the few people with a strong sixth sense. Even more acute after awakening.

Relying on this kind of mysterious and mysterious perception, Meng Ziqian has narrowly escaped death again and again in the last days, and even reached the height he once was. This ability to predict and judge is indispensable, which also makes him more convinced of the so-called intuition.

However, just four years ago, the only time after rebirth, he felt the same sharp hostility from a person as when death came in his previous life.

It was a very mysterious feeling, similar to the natural hostility of a mouse meeting a cat.

There has never been such a clear intuition that clearly told him that only one of them can live, he dies or the other dies.

The fact that he has tried several times in the past four years, but ended in failure every time, reminds him that he can't kill the other party. That person seems to be like the darling of heaven written in the novel, avoiding all dark hands, no matter how dangerous it is. It was nothing but a near miss.

just.

Thinking of the national feast full of blood and the worst aspects of human nature in his previous life, Meng Ziqian's lips drew a sarcastic arc.

The darling of heaven?Ah

"...I will settle the final payment, happy cooperation."

Hanging up the phone, the illuminated lock screen background revealed a photo of Chu Xinze that was changed not long ago.

Looking at the reddish little face in the photo, the sharpness on Meng Ziqian's face faded away, and a gentle smile slowly bloomed on his lips.

"Who said that the mouse will definitely be eaten by the cat, rather than the mouse killing the cat in turn..."

Touching the cold screen with his fingertips, he caressed that little face, and his voice was tender like a love language, "Ozawa will definitely help my brother kill that unsightly cat in the future, just like... the cat was also bitten by a mouse in the last life." It's like dying."

……

Temporarily finishing the experiment at hand, Meng Ziqian came out of the study room, but he didn't want to go downstairs and halfway there, he saw Chu Xinze who was lying on the door of the kitchen, watching the hourly cook in the kitchen.

I thought that the man was hungry and was begging for food at the door of the kitchen pitifully, but he didn't want to get close to him. Only then did Meng Ziqian realize that he was holding a palm-sized notepad in his hand, and he was recording carefully while chanting.

Ever since he planned to get involved in every aspect of Meng Ziqian's life, Chu Xinze began to intrude into the life of Meng Ziqian silently.

As the saying goes, to grab a man's heart, you have to grab his stomach first. Of course, Chu Xinze will not let it go. It's just that although Meng Ze had a miserable life in the past, he really didn't touch the spring water with his fingers. Knowing nothing, Chu Xinze naturally had to start from scratch.

For a week, the dishes cooked by the part-time workers every day, the dishes that Meng Ziqian ate the most on the table, he saw in his eyes and remembered them in his heart, and then came to the kitchen door to steal the recipe.

"... Stir-fry cabbage for 3 minutes, add a little salt, stir-fry for 1 minute, add shrimp, and add a little broth to enhance the freshness..."

After reading and writing here, the pen in his hand paused, and his brows frowned.

"A little broth? Could it be... a little less?" The hourly worker said that a little is the size of a fingernail.

Meng Ziqian just stood behind the person like that, seeing the other person's murmurs and small expressions in his eyes, and even when the other person was struggling to think, he seemed to be able to see clearly the little question mark that popped out of his head. Mo Ming felt that the picture Interestingly, he couldn't hold back a chuckle from his throat.

But he didn't want this laugh to directly shudder the guilty person, and the note pad in his hand fell to the ground with a snap.

Not caring about picking up the notepad on the ground, Chu Xinze turned his head abruptly, and saw Meng Ziqian who was standing behind him at some point. Thinking of how he muttered just now, he must have been seen clearly by the other party. The little face couldn't help turning red.

Bowing down to pick up the pad, he cast a teasing glance at the person who said he wanted to grab it but didn't dare to reach out, suppressing the smile in his eyes, Meng Ziqian casually flipped through it, and found that he had already memorized quite a few things in it. The steps of the dishes, and these dishes are his favorites, and he is writing about one of his favorite dishes, stewed shrimp with cabbage in broth.

Thinking about when people don’t know when, like a little hamster, they hid at the kitchen door to steal the teacher. From being afraid of being discovered, to struggling with the amount of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, to finally asking the part-time worker to learn how to draw with fingers, Meng Ziqian has never been indifferent. The heart moved by foreign objects suddenly becomes soft.

Seeing that the dish was not finished yet, he stretched out his hand to step back, and pulled the person with his head buried in his chest to his side, holding the pen in the small hand wrapped in his big hand, and wrote the next steps on the pad.

At the beginning, Meng Ziqian really wanted to teach people how to write, but he forgot the faint attraction of this person to him, so that the moment his arms wrapped around his slender waist, he couldn't help but draw him. He took the belt in his arms.

The person in his arms was so delicate that he was subconsciously afraid of hurting him.

Slightly bowing his head, the close distance allowed him to clearly smell the scent of shampoo remaining on the other party's hair. It was the same brand as his, but a different series, but Meng Ziqian thought it smelled particularly good at this moment, maybe It smells particularly good when mixed with the smell of this person.

After calming down, he said: "... put half a spoonful of broth in a soup spoon to enhance the freshness..."

Chu Xinze was obviously surprised that the other party knew the steps of cooking, so that his eyes widened and he didn't move for a while.

His thoughts are always written on his face, and Meng Ziqian said directly: "I will remember it after reading it once."

With the warm breath in the ears and the guessed central matter, Chu Xinze blushed immediately, shrunk her shoulders, and wanted to write the steps on the notepad, but for some reason, her hands were a little weak, and in the end she could only The person who can let his chest cling to his back wraps his hands, leaving a different and elegant handwriting on his body.

This kind of overly intimate action made his heart beat violently, and his face burned even more.

The ear tips that are as bright red as blood are shyly hiding under the black hair, like a beautiful pink coral in the water grass, always moving unconsciously, like bait constantly tempting to swim around the fish