Cannon Fodder Dedicated to Death[Transmigration Book]

When Wen Zheng woke up, he reached out to touch it, but there was no one around him.He sat up, the room was very quiet, there was no sound at all, it was almost dusk, the sky was full of sunset, and the sky outside the window had been dyed orange.

I put on my clothes and pushed open the bathroom door, but there was no one inside.After filling the water, he walked out of the bedroom. There was a faint smell of food in the room. He raised his eyebrows. Are you cooking dinner?What a virtuous little daughter-in-law.

Wen Zheng saw no one in the living room, and there was no one in the kitchen, where did he go?He looked at the half-covered study door, smiled slightly, and walked over to push the door open.

The man was sitting on the long-haired carpet with a computer in his hands, and a drone was placed beside him. He was only wearing a large white shirt, which was his own. He didn't wear pants underneath, and his two slender legs were bare.The golden glow of the setting sun came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and enveloped him, like a textured oil painting, warm and gentle.

Wen Zheng wanted to take a picture of this moment, so he backed out quietly, took his mobile phone, and came back to take a picture of this frame.

Someone came in and out, and Chen Zhou, who was obsessed with his own world, still didn't look up.Wen Zheng walked in lightly, glanced at the computer screen, and was writing a copy, presumably it was the work of "Xianxingwang" again.

Wen Zheng sat cross-legged beside him, and Chen Zhou finally noticed that someone was coming. He raised his head and smiled at Wen Zheng: "Are you up?"

That smile made Wen Zheng's heart itch, and he leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose: "Working overtime during the holidays, that website really oppresses people. There is still something cooking in the pot, why do people come here?"

Chen Zhou tilted his head and thought for a while: "Oh, I'm roasting sweet potatoes in the oven. I haven't cooked the rice yet, I'll wait for you to do it." After speaking, he wrinkled his nose.

Wen Zheng put his hands on his shoulders and squeezed his earlobe: "No problem, I will do it. What's in this episode?"

Chen Zhou said: "A new DJ drone."

"You want to record this episode yourself?" Wen Zheng was a little surprised.

Since the launch of the cloud mobile phone, Chen Zhou has not done a program for Xianxing.com. He reasoned that he was busy with work. In fact, during this period of time, various brands of mobile phones were released together, and Chen Zhou did not want to comment on his peers.As the technical director of Internet celebrities, evaluating the products of peers is definitely a very eye-catching topic, so Chen Zhou doesn't advertise for others.

"Well, I will do this issue myself." Chen Zhou said.

Wen Zheng smiled: "Didn't Apple release a new phone before the National Day, and you don't plan to do it?"

"The program group does it, but I don't. Just avoid suspicion." Chen Zhou said with a smile, "Netizens now know that I am the technical director of Zhengrong, and they all want me to review other products, but I don't!"

Wen Zheng couldn't help kissing him hard on the face: "Nice job!"

Since the press conference, Chen Zhou has become an Internet celebrity director, and his number of fans has increased dramatically. Every day, fans leave messages under their program asking Chen Zhou to come back to do the program, and they also send countless private messages.Many netizens suggested that the website do an interview with Chen Zhou, and some netizens even suggested that it be his peripherals.

Netizens cut out clips of Chen Zhou from previous videos, and made small videos of various styles and themes, including funny, handsome, and knowledgeable.As a result, Xianxing.com became popular, and paid members increased a lot during this period.They never expected that Xianxing.com would become popular because of a technology blogger.

Fu Yiqing asked Chen Zhou about doing an interview, and Chen Zhou agreed, but the interview questions had to be reviewed by him before accepting the interview.However, the questions collected from the audience seemed to be very gossip. Chen Zhou chose and chose again, and only selected a few questions that he was willing to answer. These questions were not enough to support a 5-minute interview, so the interview was not recorded for a long time.

Chen Zhou was willing to accept the interview, of course, in order to repay Xianxing.com for sparing no effort to promote cloud mobile phones for them.

Wen Zheng got up and went out. After a while, he brought over deliciously roasted sweet potatoes, peeled the skins for Chen Zhou, and brought them to Chen Zhou's mouth.

After exercising too much in the afternoon, Chen Zhou was already hungry, so he couldn't wait to take a bite, then opened his mouth and screamed as if to vomit, it was too hot: "Paper, paper."

Seeing that he was being burned, Wen Zheng hurried over, stuck out his tongue, and took the roasted sweet potato from his mouth.

Chen Zhou had no time to be shy, stuck out his tongue, fanned the wind with his hands, and watched Wen Zheng tearfully let out a voice from his nasal cavity: "It hurts."

Wen Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he ate the hot sweet potato slowly, and then leaned over: "Where is it so hot? It won't hurt if I blow it on." After speaking, he blew on Chen Zhou's tongue twice: "It's better. ?"

Chen Zhou wept bitterly: "It's so hot, you didn't remind me."

"Blame me, blame me, I didn't have time to remind you. Come on, give me a kiss." Wen Zheng carefully touched the tip of his tongue with his tongue.

Chen Zhou quickly retracted: "It hurts, don't touch it."

Wen Zheng patted his forehead regretfully, all because he didn't remind him, it's all over now, the benefits of kissing will be damaged.

Chen Zhou glanced at the orange-red roasted sweet potato in his hand. After all, he still couldn't bear the delicious taste in his mouth. Regardless of the pain in his tongue, he ate it carefully again.This baked sweet potato is savory and sweet, and you can't go wrong with it.

Seeing that he was eating with satisfaction, Wen Zheng stretched out his hand and pinched his cheek: "You are a typical person who remembers to eat but not to eat."

Chen Zhou smiled and said, "You can eat some too."

Wen Zheng took one in his hand, and walked out while peeling it. He had to cook.

When the lights came on, Chen Zhou finished writing the copy and came out with a plate of sweet potato skins.Wen Zheng was holding a large bowl and carefully putting it on the table. He was wearing an apron, and he was still unremarkably handsome. He raised his head and smiled softly at Chen Zhou: "Finish? Just come to eat and wash your hands." He stretched out his hand to take it The plate in Chen Zhou's hand.

Chen Zhou kissed him on the chin: "It smells so good, what delicious food did you make?"

Wen Zheng said: "Pickled fish, steamed hairy crabs, stir-fried beef, mushrooms and vegetables, and a soup."

Chen Zhou's face was full of excitement: "Wow, it's so rich and worthy of praise, it's great." He kissed Wen Zheng again, and then ran to wash his hands. This is the feeling of happiness. I have prepared the vegetables and rice for you, it is still your favorite.

Wen Zheng looked at his two white legs, put down the plate, went into the room and found a pair of trousers for him.Chen Zhou was bending over to taste the dishes, his shirt was pulled up, revealing his firm buttocks, Wen Zheng couldn't help but feel the urge to move, and couldn't help but go over and touch it.

Chen Zhou turned his head and scolded: "Rogue!"

Wen Zheng smiled and said, "Who gave me a chance to play hooligans? Put on your pants and don't catch a cold."

"It's not cold." Chen Zhou said.

"Hey, put it on. It's night and it's a bit cold. If you don't wear it, I'll help you put it on, but I don't know how long it will take." Wen Zheng bumped his hip, showing an ambiguous smile.

Chen Zhou reached out his hand to feel somewhere on Wen Zheng's body, and then grabbed his pants: "Don't worry, I can wear them myself." Then he jumped to the other side to put on his pants with a smile.

Wen Zheng's breathing was messed up by this action, he was really a seductive little fairy: "Okay, eat first, and I'll eat you after eating."

Chen Zhou squinted at him, and said provocatively, "I've exhausted you all this afternoon, so you can still come at night?"

"Give it a try then!" Wen Zheng washed his hands again, opened the wine bottle, and poured two glasses of Shaoxing rice wine. Crabs paired with rice wine is the most perfect.

Chen Zhou buckled up his button with a smile, came back to sit down after washing his hands, picked up his wine glass, and toasted Wen Zheng: "For the housewarming!"

"For the new year's housewarming, two people's world!" Wen Zheng clinked glasses with him.

The two took a sip and put down to eat. Wen Zheng took the tongs and opened the crab for Chen Zhou.In the past, Aunt Su helped to unpack crabs. They ate ready-made crabs. Wen Zheng seldom unpacked crabs by himself, but now he willingly unpacked crabs for Chen Zhou. Chen Zhou loved to eat but didn't like to peel them. I would rather not eat it every time I need to peel it myself.Wen Zheng is happy to spoil him.

Chen Zhou ate the meat that Wen Zheng picked out from the crab legs: "Thank you dear."

Wen Zheng said, "No, change the name."

Chen Zhou looked at him: "Which one?"

"The one who called in the afternoon." Wen Zheng persuasively.

Chen Zhou blushed slightly, picked up the crab leg meat in his mouth, stood up, and fed it into Wen Zheng's mouth: "Don't just talk, eat."

Wen Zheng had nothing in his hands, and when he realized that he wanted to deepen the kiss, Chen Zhou had already retreated: "Well, the hairy crabs from Yangcheng Lake are still delicious."

Wen Zheng looked at him with a smile: "Yes, especially the hairy crab in your mouth, it's extra sweet."

Chen Zhou found that when it came to talking about flirting, he was completely defeated by Wen Zheng.He said with a smile: "You said that if the people in the company know that Boss Wen is so good at talking about love in private, will they be surprised?"

Wen Zheng raised his eyebrows: "You want others to listen to me?"

Chen Zhou shook his head: "No, just tell me!"

"Then it's over, and I can't tell it in front of others."

"Hee hee, that's why I want to move here." I still remember that during the days when Aunt Su was not at home during the Chinese New Year, he and Wen Zheng played like crazy. Only when he is a human will he be completely released. He likes Wen Zheng, who is serious before and profligate behind.In the future, this benefit can be enjoyed at any time, and I feel excited just thinking about it.

The two of you and I were eating dinner, talking with each other.

Wen Zheng said suddenly: "The family has moved here, why don't we go out and play."

Chen Zhouyi was stunned: "Where are you going?"

"Another place or a foreign country is fine, where do you want to go?" Wen Zheng said.

Chen Zhou shook his head subconsciously: "No, I have to record a show tomorrow."

Wen Zheng sighed: "Can't you take a rest? We have been together for so long, and we have never gone out to play. The first time we talked about going abroad, but Zhong Yao was hospitalized. Later, the company had problems again, and now it is hard After you get over it, you have to work again."

"Why didn't you go? We've been to Shanghai and Beijing together." Chen Zhou said.

"That's a business trip, not out for fun."

Chen Zhou smiled: "It doesn't matter where you go, what matters is who you are with. Or do you want to travel? I'll accompany you. Where are you going? It's best to come back in two or three days, and you're going to work soon."

Wen Zheng sighed helplessly: "Forget it, I won't go this time, let's do it next time. We won't be at home for the Chinese New Year this year, let's go abroad. Where do you want to go, tell me earlier, so I can book hotels and air tickets."

That night, Chen Zhou tried out the drone, and then came back to tinker with the copywriting.I tried it out again the next morning, continued to revise the copywriting, and went to the company to record the program in the afternoon.

This time Wen Zheng wanted to accompany him to record the show, but Chen Zhou couldn't help it, so he agreed.

This was Wen Zheng's first time recording a program with Chen Zhou, and Chen Zhou introduced him to his colleagues: "This is my friend, who is interested in recording and came here to play."

Wen Zheng nodded politely to everyone: "Hello, my name is Wen Zheng, Chen Zhou's boyfriend. Thank you for taking care of him."

It was too late for Chen Zhou to stop him. He saw his colleagues all staring at Wen Zheng with their mouths gaping, covering their eyes with their hands, and facing everyone shamelessly.

The female colleague was the first to react: "Hello, hello! My name is Yoyo, and I'm the copywriter in the group."

The rest of the people also came to their senses, and they all greeted Wen Zheng.

Youyou suddenly said again: "Mr. Wen, you seem to have the same name as the chairman of Zhengrong Group, so he won't be the only one?"

Wen Zheng smiled, noncommittal.

At this moment, Fu Yiqing suddenly appeared at the door of the office: "Chen Zhou, are you here? Yo, isn't this Wen Dong? What brought you here? Did you come with Chen Zhou?"

Wen Zheng nodded slightly at him, but didn't speak, looking extremely cool.

Chen Zhou didn't expect that Fu Yiqing, who seldom got out of the group, would also come. Seeing Wen Zheng's attitude towards Fu Yiqing was so indifferent, and he had returned to his ruthless and domineering appearance, he couldn't help secretly laughing.

Chen Zhou went into the studio to record.Fu Yiqing continued to spare no effort to chat with Wen Zheng, and Chen Zhou didn't know what they said.

When he came out after recording the show, Yoyo jumped over excitedly, grabbed Chen Zhou's arm and shook violently: "Chen Zhou, do you know? Director Wen agreed to accept an interview from our Xianxing.com!"