I have special whitewashing skills [Quick Transmigration]

Come to peck.

The lower the voice of Meng Ziqian, the gap between the opening and closing of the lips between the lowered head, he brushed the cute little thing past several times, the touch of the skin touched the person in his arms trembling slightly, and the reflexive move of wanting to escape was caught The pair of iron-like arms were tightly bound back, and they were held tightly in his arms.

After writing the last word, the man's voice was already hoarse and deep, and when he looked at the depths of the eyes of the man in his arms, there was even a deep look, "Huh? Remember it clearly? "

Chu Xinze, who was trapped in his arms, looked like a little milk cat who was being bullied ruthlessly. Her little face was so pretty, and she said a soft and soft voice from her nose with watery eyes. .

A low chuckle escaped from his throat, and he planted a nostalgic kiss on the top of the person's head as if rewarding him, and sighed softly, "You're so good."

16

this crumbling world 14

Perhaps because he was delighted by the scene before the meal, it was rare for Meng Ziqian after the meal not to go directly to his laboratory to continue working, but instead watched a boring soap opera with others.

However, the reality tells Meng Ziqian that when your IQ is as high as that of a supercomputer, watching soap operas is simply a waste of life.

Faulty lines and sentences, loopholes in plot logic, chaotic characters, exaggerated performances, emotions, sorrows and joys in the end...

Meng Ziqian, who watched for half an hour to find out N mistakes, felt that his spiritual world was polluted by nuclear weapons. He raised his hand and rubbed his temples, and when he put down his hand, he accidentally glanced at the people around him out of the corner of his eye.

I saw the boy sitting cross-legged, with two tender white legs crossed and nestled in a soft beige sofa, holding a large SpongeBob SquarePants pillow in his arms, perhaps because the size of the pillow was a bit big, his small More than half of his face was covered, only his black eyes were bright and moist, and he looked quite innocent.

And with such a pair of innocent eyes, the owner's expression was extremely serious when he was slightly behind him, as if he was sitting upright, trying to see the seriousness of the international news from the bloody You Love Me, I Don't Love You soap opera.

From Meng Ziqian's perspective, one can still see the corners of the young man's mouth slightly lowered and his brows slightly furrowed, as if he is thinking deeply about all the problems in the soap opera.

Looking at people’s micro expressions like this, sometimes the corners of the mouth are pressed down because of the bickering in the plot, sometimes frowning because of the escalation of the quarrel in the plot, sometimes puzzled because the heroine yelled like a sand sculpture in the plot, leave me in the heavy rain, and sometimes because the male protagonist didn’t Get to the point and really ignore him, the heroine collapsed and sat alone in the heavy rain, crying hysterically that the straight man didn't love her and was at a loss.

Chu Xinze: Be an orphan!

T91: The work is broken

Meng Ziqian, who watched the person's expression change from side to side, only felt that the person's serious look was cute, and every minute he had the urge to hug him into his arms and rub his head.

It was not until today that he realized that a person's expression can be so rich and cute.

Before he could do anything, Meng Ziqian felt that the screen of the mobile phone beside him lit up, and a small cursor like an email appeared, indicating that an email had been received in the mailbox.

Slowing down and picking up the phone, Meng Ziqian narrowed his eyes calmly.

This is an email from the hospital where Bai Zhifei lives.

Meng Ziqian, who is currently treating Bai Zhifei, is his nominal attending doctor. Although he only does research, he is obviously more important than a doctor.

Bai Zhifei suffers from a disease that he has never seen before, the most obvious one is blood coagulation disorder, and his emotions will subconsciously magnify out of control in front of others. Because of his special status, no one can control him, except Mencius Qian.

It's not that Meng Ziqian came with special effects, but only Meng Ziqian could make him feel more relaxed and less uncomfortable. After four years of catalysis, it became his only hope.

To be precise, Bai Zhifei is not sick, but just evolving, the evolution of human physique to zombie physique.

Different from Meng Ziqian who returned all his abilities once he was reborn, Bai Zhifei’s situation is more like a small gap opened, and also only a little bit of memory has been awakened. In the past four years, everything he used to be is gradually transitioning. So this process looks more like a disease.

And what Meng Ziqian needs to do is to suppress the news before the end of the world, because compared with the unknown danger, it is obvious that the known danger is easier to control, and Bai Zhifei can help him contain the zombies in the end of the world In addition, it may become a sharp knife in his hand.

Just as he was thinking about this, Meng Ziqian noticed a blinking gaze coming over him. He raised his head and found that the person who was watching TV seriously just now was staring at him.

Pursing her lower lip lightly, Chu Xinze said, "Is brother going to work again?"

When he said this, his big eyes blinked, and there was a slight reluctance in it, but this emotion was well hidden by the master, if it wasn't for Meng Ziqian who was always good at seeing everything, he wouldn't have discovered it at all.

The word 'hmm' that had reached the side of his throat swallowed it like a bend, he put the phone on the coffee table casually, and said with a smile: "It's okay."

As soon as the words were written, the slightly dim eyes on the opposite side suddenly brightened, and the fireworks that flickered on and off as if the curtain had ended suddenly bloomed thrillingly.

A little uncertain and a little apprehensive, Chu Xinze half-raised her head, fully getting the desire to control in people's hearts.

In the past few months, he has seen it clearly. For Meng Ziqian, he can just follow his hair. I can't disturb my brother just because I like it, I just want to silently accompany and guard my brother, and never ask for anything in return.

On the surface he says he refuses, but in fact, deep down in his heart, this man still likes the little white flower who can't live without him. In the end, he wants to control the world to the point of destruction. Except for himself, he doesn't believe in anyone in this world. anyone.

If you want to invade the heart of a person like him, you can only grind it slowly with time, and once you get into that heart, you will completely become the sweetheart on the tip of his heart.

Deeply suppressing the joy welling up in his heart, Chu Xinze tried not to let those surprise emotions overflow on his face too much, "Really...are you okay?"

Because of the raised head, all the brilliance in the young man's eyes were unreservedly exposed to Meng Ziqian's sight.

The long eyelashes, the reflection of herself falling in the wetness, in those eyes seemed to be gestating the brightest star in the world.

His heart trembled unconsciously, and Meng Ziqian couldn't help raising his hand to touch the eyes that were close at hand. The soft eyelashes swept over his fingertips, as if they were on the tip of his heart, and clusters of tiny electric currents flowed down the fingertips. Reaching the heart, with a bit of itching and restlessness.

He found that in the past few months, that special person seemed to be gradually being replaced by this more vivid person in front of him, and he was so real in front of him.

Can touch, can be firmly grasped in one's own hands.

Affected by the sudden emotion in his chest, for the first time in months, Meng Ziqian did not suppress his desire, and placed a soft kiss on the slightly trembling eyelids of the opposite person.

"real."

Until now, until now, he was really willing to believe.

This person may just be Mo Yan's new afterlife, a new beginning, and God just let them meet again in a new way and with a new look.

And I'm very glad to meet you again.

……

Hospital

Accompanied by a light ding, the elevator went straight to the floor it belonged to, but when I raised my eyes, I didn't want to meet a familiar yet unfamiliar person.

"Boss Bai." Meng Ziqian greeted first in a gentle voice.

Bai Lang, who seemed to have gloomy brows, didn't seem to have expected that he would meet Meng Ziqian head-on at the elevator door by such a coincidence. He nodded and said hello, "Professor Meng."

Because of the development of overseas markets, Bai Lang has been so busy recently that he didn't even have time to catch up with the jet lag. If he hadn't received a sudden call from the hospital, he would have almost forgotten that he still has a brother in name who lives in the hospital in China.

No matter how repulsed he was psychologically, the DNA test could not be faked at all. After thinking about it for a while, he finally turned down all the work at hand, hurried back to the country, and came to the hospital as soon as he got off the plane.

However, the people who hadn't seen him for half a year didn't welcome him. As in the past four years, he didn't feel any discomfort about Bai Zhifei's dislike.

Are they really blood relatives?I don't know how many times this has happened, Bai Lang doubted.

Meng Ziqian saw the deep gloom hidden between Bai Lang's brows, and he knew it well, so he pretended not to see it.

In the past four years, Bai Zhifei has changed a lot, the most direct is the change in his attitude towards his nominal brother, from the clinging attachment when they met to the open resentment now.

Bai Zhifei seemed to be sure that the other party would feel guilty forever, and that no matter what he did out of line, Bai Lang would silently clear the tail for him, so that he was so confident.

In fact, in one respect, Bai Zhifei guessed quite right.

Bai Lang felt guilty for his regretful life, and coupled with his current illness, Bai Lang just avoided the cynicism and self-willed temper in silence, reducing the number of times he came to the hospital, nothing more than hoping that he would feel better when he recuperated. .

It's just that Meng Ziqian, who was a bystander, saw it more clearly. Bai Lang's avoidance was not to show weakness, but to be careless.

Thinking of this, he suddenly found it interesting, could it be that blood relationship?