Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

As soon as he entered the door, Xie Bowen almost blurted out his breath, and exclaimed, "Dad, you, why did you become like this?"

Being interrupted by him, Meng Zezhi shook his right hand slightly, and the tip of the pen was drawn from the narrow yellow talisman paper to the table. Seeing that the original radiant talisman paper lost its spirituality and dimmed instantly, Meng Zezhi suddenly felt Some mood languished.

He put down his pen, took the wet towel next to him, wiped his hands, and chewed ginseng: "Why are you free today, the movie in the United States is over?"

"How can it be so fast? Didn't I hear that something happened to you? I rushed back from work. Are you feeling better now?" Xie Bowen expressed concern without any falsehood.

Although Xie Guangsheng's conduct is not very good, his son is indeed well-raised, upright and filial.Coupled with a handsome face that fully inherits Xie Guangsheng's advantages, it looks particularly pleasing to the eye.

Meng Zezhi tried his best to imitate Xie Guangsheng's tone: "It's much better now, I don't need you to worry here, you can do what you should do, and I'll feel at ease when you're promising..."

"Dad, things are not in a hurry." Xie Bowen looked helpless, he prevented his father from taking advantage of the topic, continued to babble, and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, I brought you a gift."

Hearing this, Xie Bowen's assistant quickly took out a cardboard box from a pile of bags in his hand and handed it to him.

Xie Bowen took the paper box, opened it like a treasure, and sent it to Meng Zezhi.

"When I was in Los Angeles, I met Mr. Zhang Zhiping, a famous Shanghai fan maker in the United States. I didn't expect his daughter to be my fan. Didn't I think you usually like to play with fans, so I licked my face and asked Mr. Zhang I begged for one, you have a look!"

Meng Zezhi took the fan and unfolded it, only to hear Xie Bowen continue to say: "The fan bones of this fan are made of sandalwood, the fan surface is Mr. Li Chuanbo's ink bamboo, and Mr. Liu Jiasheng's regular script."

Li Chuanbo and Liu Jiasheng are both famous calligraphers and painters in the contemporary era.

Meng Ze knew how to understand these things. He used to play fans purely for arty and posturing, not to mention that he really liked them.

He tried shaking the fan, and stroked the small goatee on his chin, and it didn't feel bad.

"Not bad." Meng Zezhi praised him sincerely.

"It's fine if you like it." Xie Bowen narrowed his eyes with a smile, and then said hesitantly, "But, Dad, what's going on, why did you become like this?"

Meng Zezhi waved his fan: "It's a long story. Your father and I are blessed by misfortune. Being frightened by a ghost like this, I am enlightened. You don't have to worry about my face. I will go back after a few days."

As he said that, he patted Xie Bowen on the shoulder and made a joyful expression: "Son, when your father and I become more skilled, we father and son will no longer have to look at other people's faces to live."

"Really?" Xie Bowen was skeptical. He had accepted the idea of ​​materialism since he was a child, and he grew up watching Xie Guangsheng's tricks and abductions.

Meng Zezhi said that these were originally intended to prepare Xie Bowen psychologically, and it didn't matter whether he believed it or not.

He just said: "By the way, you don't want to associate with Wan Ziqing anymore."

Xie Bowen's complexion changed slightly, and he was silent: "It was really she who killed Wan Zihuai?"

"Well, if you know people, face but not heart, this should be a lesson." Meng Zezhi said.

Xie Bowen smiled wryly: "Understood."

After all, Wan Ziqing is his half-sister, and since she has been around a lot in the past two years, it is impossible to say that she has no feelings.

But thinking of Wan Ziqing's actions again, apart from disappointment and sadness, it only added a sense of shock.

Just as he was talking, Duan Congyan knocked on the door and entered.

Xie Bowen became stiff in an instant: "Uncle Duan."

"Yeah." Duan Congyan nodded slightly at him, then looked at Meng Zezhi: "I'll pick you up and leave the hospital."

"Isn't there Chen An and the others? Why did you come here in person?" Meng Zezhi said while lifting the quilt on his body.

Chen An is the driver and bodyguard that Duan Congyan arranged for him.

Duan Congyan lowered his eyebrows slightly: "It happens to be free."

In fact, he just remembered that Meng Zezhi was discharged from the hospital today by accident, and by accident, he left work early on purpose.

Knowing that he was there, Meng Ze got out of bed and packed up his things.

Xie Bowen saw him and hurried forward to help.

Meng Zezhi didn't have many things, two sets of clothes, a set of tools for drawing talismans, a handful of formed talisman seals, and a box of wild ginseng between 20 and 30 years old.

——He asked Han Daqin to find this box of wild ginseng. There are more than 20 roots, and he has eaten half of it now.Thanks to this box of wild ginseng, it took less than four days for Meng Zezhi to recover from his injuries.

After packing up their things, the three went straight home.

When it was almost time for dinner, Aunt Six, who was in charge of cooking, suddenly ran out of the kitchen and said that her husband was in a car accident and was being rescued. She was anxious and wanted to go to the hospital.

Duan Congyan agreed, and then the three of them looked at the empty dining table in unison.

"Or, order takeaway!" Xie Bowen suggested, sucking his croaking stomach.

He had traveled all day today and didn't eat much for lunch, so he was counting on this dinner to save his life.

"When the takeaway is delivered, you will have half your life left."

It is impossible to count on Xie Bowen and Duan Congyan, these two are masters who do not touch the sun.

Meng Zezhi immediately stood up from the sofa: "I'll go to the kitchen to have a look."

Xie Bowen's eyes lit up, and Duan Congyan's ears twitched.

When Meng Zezhi came out of the kitchen again, there were four more dishes and one soup on the dinner table:

Sautéed Shrimp, Spicy Chicken, Steamed Sea Bass, Stir-Fried Shredded Potatoes and Corn Rib Soup.

"I haven't been in the kitchen for several years, and my skills are rusty." After speaking, Meng Zezhi stared at the dishes on the table, and was slightly taken aback, only then realized that what he habitually cooked were Zhu Zhengqing's favorite dishes.

Thinking of Zhu Zhengqing, Meng Zezhi sighed slightly.

Duan Congyan put a piece of chicken into his mouth, and tasted the sea bass. Naturally, these dishes were not as good as those famous chefs in terms of taste, but they unexpectedly suited his taste.

Duan Congyan imperceptibly tightened his fingers holding the chopsticks, and unknowingly ate an extra bowl of rice.

Xie Bowen washed the dishes, and Meng Zezhi went back to his room early to meditate.

In the middle of the night, there was a faint gasp in my ears, and it tended to intensify.

Meng Zezhi opened his eyes, got up and got out of bed.Following the sound, he came to the door of Duan Congyan's room, stretched out his hand and twisted the doorknob, but it didn't open.Then with a sudden force, there was only a bang, and the door opened.

He reached out and pressed the light switch on the wall, and the dazzling light instantly illuminated the whole room. On the two-meter-wide bed, Duan Congyan was curled up into a ball, his face was pale, and sweat was pouring down like rain.

Meng Zezhi fished the man out of the bed: "What's wrong?"

Duan Congyan opened his eyes with difficulty, and the corners of his mouth trembled: "I have a stomach problem."

"Is there any medicine?" Duan Congyan was not much older than Xie Bowen, and Meng Zezhi only took care of him as his nephew.

"It's in the drawer by the bed." Duan Congyan said weakly.

After hearing this, Meng Zezhi dug out several boxes of stomach medicine from the bedside table, went to the kitchen and boiled a pot of hot water and came back.

"Take medicine." Meng Zezhi helped the man up and let him lean on his shoulder.

Swallowing the pill with difficulty, Duan Congyan heaved a sigh of relief, and the next moment, a hot water bottle was attached to his lower abdomen.

As soon as the hot water is warm, the pain in the stomach is really relieved a lot.

Duan Congyan closed his eyes, and his frown gradually eased.

Meng Zezhi breathed a sigh of relief, at this moment, a familiar smell rushed into his nose, like mint and lotus leaves.

His complexion changed slightly, and when he wanted to study it carefully, the smell suddenly disappeared.

His eyes fell on Duan Congyan who had already retracted into the bed, and he shook his head.

Probably an illusion.

Meng Zezhi thought about it, sighed slightly, got up and went back to the room.

The next morning, recalling what happened last night, Duan Congyan stared at the hot water bottle in his hand with a gloomy expression.

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No, he just wanted to try a special pose!