Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

After returning to the villa, Meng Zezhi decided to give the family's bodyguards and servants a long vacation.

Li Wenhuan may come to him at any time, but Meng Zezhi is too busy to take care of himself now, keeping them will only be a burden.

Then Meng Zezhi discovered that things were about, probably, not as simple as he imagined.

His eyes fell on Duan Congyan's bandaged right wrist, and hesitantly said, "What did the doctor say?"

Duan Congyan's eyebrows drooped slightly, his forehead was covered with dense cold sweat, and his voice was not as strong as before: "First apply cold compresses for two days to reduce swelling, once every three hours, for 10 minutes each time, and then apply hot compresses for three days. Tianshu tendons and collaterals, two to three times a day, finally can take painkillers."

"Does it hurt?"

After finishing speaking, Meng Zezhi paused, looking at Duan Congyan's appearance, isn't this nonsense?

"It's okay." Duan Congyan said slowly.

Meng Zezhi continued, "Did the doctor prescribe cold compresses?"

"It wasn't prescribed, because he was allergic to the medicine." Han Daqin interjected, "However, I prescribed a cold compress."

"That's it." Meng Zezhi took the ice pack handed over by Han Daqin, and scanned the instructions: "Do you have any ice cubes at home?"

"I don't have any ice cubes, but I still have a few old popsicles." Xie Bowen moved accordingly: "Let's use it first, and I will ask my assistant to send some bags of ice cubes later."

While talking, he walked into the kitchen, and when he came out, he had two old popsicles and a small bowl in his hand.

Open the package, break the popsicles into small pieces with your hands, put them in the ice bag, and add some cold water. After the air in the ice bag is exhausted, tighten the lid and cover it with a cloth cover. Meng Zezhi walks towards Duan Cong with the ice bag Yan, without thinking too much, said, "Let me apply it to you!"

After hearing this, Duan Congyan curled his fingers calmly.

Duan Congyan's hands are beautiful, slender and powerful, with well-defined joints, unlike Meng Zezhi's calluses.

Two completely different hands are stacked together, but it looks extraordinarily pleasing to the eye.

Meng Zezhi took an ice pack and gently applied it to the swelling on Duan Congyan's wrist.

The cold touch spread along the wound to the cerebral cortex, instantly relieving the dull pain from the wrist, and even Duan Congyan's breathing slowed down by half a minute.

He looked at Meng Zezhi with his head lowered, his expression focused, his brows and eyes drooping slightly, and he felt that the hard calluses under his palms were much rounder.

It's not that Han Daqin has never seen the scene where Duan Congyan and Xie Guangsheng "show affection", but most of the time he feels overwhelmed. After all, Xie Guangsheng's character and black history are there. what's the idea.

Although his brother is a bit cold-tempered, he can't bear to grow up well, and he is one of the best diamond kings in the capital. When he is with Xie Guangsheng, if he says something that is not very pleasant, it is no less than a flower stuck in cow dung. superior.

It's just that 'Xie Guangsheng' saved his life twice in a row at this moment, and when he looked at it again, Han Daqin's heart was no longer so responsive, and he even had a faint feeling of being talented and handsome.

After all, a magician with real skills is still very valuable these days. You must know that his Han family is considered a respectable family in the capital, but when he visited those masters for Wan Zihuai's affairs, he didn't pretend like a grandson.

Maybe it was because of feelings, or because he wanted to please Meng Zezhi, Han Daqin couldn't help but said: "Speaking of which, you have been together for almost four years, and you are still so affectionate!"

Hearing these words, Duan Congyan's heartbeat slowed down slightly, and then he heard Meng Ze knowingly replied: "Yes."

It is precisely because he knows the relationship between his predecessor and Duan Congyan that Meng Zezhi really doesn't care.

Duan Congyan suddenly felt a little lost, and ripples appeared in his calm heart.

I changed the ice water and cloth cover halfway, and after 10 minutes, Meng Zezhi put away the ice pack: "Okay."

Duan Congyan nodded.

With Han Daqin here, the word thank you cannot be said.

"By the way, what do you want to eat tonight?" Meng Zezhi threw the ice pack to Xie Bowen to clean, and it was his turn to show.

"I want to eat ginger duck, the kind with finely chopped duck meat." Xie Bowen poked his head out of the kitchen and said.

"Okay." Meng Zezhi agreed, and turned to look at Duan Congyan.

"Stir-fry green beans." Duan Congyan reported a light dish.

"What about you?" Meng Zezhi asked Han Daqin.

"I can eat anything." How dare Han Daqin order Meng Zezhi!

"Row."

Meng Zezhi thought about adding a dish of spicy fried fish fillet and stewed chicken with mushrooms. The ingredients were delivered by a special fresh supermarket once a day.

After dinner, Han Daqin went upstairs to sleep early.

Xie Bowen's assistant brought three big bags of ice cubes. Meng Zezhi remembered Duan Congyan's doctor's order to apply ice every three hours, and looked back at him.

As if knowing what Meng Zezhi was thinking, Duan Congyan panted lightly, with a tired face: "I'll do it myself."

Meng Zezhi's gaze shifted to Duan Congyan's slightly trembling right hand, his brows were slightly frowned, it seemed that he was in pain again.

Meng Zezhi couldn't help but feel a little guilty, and his sense of Duan Congyan was not bad, and because of the mission, he suddenly had the idea of ​​sending the Buddha to the West.

He said: "Let me do it, it's not convenient for you to do it yourself."

Duan Congyan frowned inadvertently: "Then I will trouble you."

"It's okay." Meng Zezhi put the wet ice pack on the refrigerator cover.

At four o'clock in the morning, Meng Zezhi pushed open the door of Duan Congyan's room again.

This time, Duan Congyan finally fell asleep, but he did not sleep soundly, his brows were tightly frowned, probably because of the constant pain from the wound on his wrist

Meng Zezhi took out the prepared towel and wiped the sweat off his forehead, then picked up an ice pack and gently pasted it on his right wrist.

After a while, only a long sigh of relief was heard, and Duan Congyan's frown gradually relaxed.

A rooster crowed faintly from outside the window, Meng Zezhi covered his mouth and yawned a little.

Ten minutes later, he took the time to put away the ice pack.In the end, his eyes fell on Duan Congyan's quilt that had been receded to his waist, and he looked back at the temperature on the air conditioner, which was 10°C.

He will catch a cold, he thought, picked up the quilt and covered Duan Congyan's shoulders, and when he got up, Duan Congyan grabbed his left hand.

He said vaguely, "Don't go..."

Meng Zezhi was slightly taken aback, and tentatively twitched his hand, but didn't twitch.

If the movement is any bigger, it should wake people up.

Duan Congyan finally fell asleep. If this wakes people up again, he probably won't be able to sleep tonight.

Thinking of this, Meng Zezhi stopped moving, and simply sat down on the edge of the bed.

After about ten minutes, a more intense tiredness hit his heart, and then his eyes fell on the bed below him. Before he could react, he had already lay down.

After such a trip, he also closed his eyes.

Duan Congyan was woken up by the alarm clock.

He opened his eyes, and his eyes were white.

Isn't his bed sheet blue?

Duan Congyan tried to sit up, but something restrained him on his waist.

He belatedly realized that he seemed to be lying in someone's arms, the other's arm was around his waist, and his hand was on the other's heart.

Duan Cong was stunned for a moment, and then his head was held down by the man under him, and he kissed the corner of his mouth.

I just heard him humming and saying, with a deadly laziness in his tone: "Don't make trouble, it's still early, today is Saturday, there is no class..."

Duan Congyan came back to his senses in an instant, his eyes fell on the face of the person below him, his eyes were dim.

The other party probably regarded him as the teachers' wives he hooked up with before.

Thinking of this, Duan Congyan felt a slit in his throat, making him a little out of breath.

Meng Zezhi was in a daze, wrapped in a familiar smell, thinking that he was still that Professor Meng admired by thousands of people, and the person in his arms was Zhu Zhengqing.

Maybe it's been a long time since I've vented, or maybe this body is so angry, Meng Zezhi only felt that his whole body was in a panic. He grabbed the hand of the person on his body, sent it to his lower body, and said, "Xiao, rub it for me." rub."

Duan Congyan, who was still immersed in his heart, was pulled back by the hot and hard guy under his palm, and pushed into a blank space.

Noticing that there was no movement, Meng Zezhi raised his waist and pushed the hand on the big bag, opened his eyes, and said, "Move—" ah.

The voice stopped abruptly.

Facing the tense face, Meng Zezhi realized that he couldn't even speak: "Duan, Mr. Duan..."

The two confronted each other for a while, Duan Congyan's ears were red, but his face didn't show, he gritted his teeth and said, "Let go."

"Ah, oh." Meng Zezhi quickly let go of Duan Congyan's waist.

Duan Congyan got off Meng Zezhi's body, turned his back to him and put on his shoes, his heart was in a mess, and he said in a muffled voice: "What happened just now, just pretend it never happened."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it.

But he didn't know that Meng Zezhi at this moment had already labeled himself a scumbag, so he could only be a scumbag to the end, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief: "Okay."

Then thousands of words merged into one sentence: "Sorry."

An inexplicable irritability spread in Duan Congyan's heart, and his throat became even more congested.

Meng Zezhi grabbed the quilt on his body and got out of bed, so he didn't care about it.

After taking a cold shower, Meng Zezhi finally calmed down.

Once downstairs, I heard Xie Bowen gasping.

Seeing Meng Zezhi, Xie Bowen stood up from the sofa, ecstatic and incoherent: "Dad..."

Meng Zezhi only heard one sentence clearly: Something happened to the Hou family and the Liu family.

Big deal!

Hou Wanhua died, died in the hospital of a drug overdose.

Hou Wanhua's nephew, Hou Ting, the only son of the head of the Hou family, was sacked because he failed to fulfill his promise to help his mistress buy a property within the Fourth Ring Road when the child in her womb was born.In a fit of anger, the mistress exposed Hou Ting's six crimes of accepting huge bribes, embezzlement of public funds, and chaos in her private life on the Internet, and released a bed photo of her and Hou Ting.

All of a sudden, the whole country was in an uproar.

At present, the discipline inspection department has been involved in the investigation.

Hou Wanhua's second uncle, Hou Ming, was in a car accident and suffered comminuted fractures of both legs.Five years ago, when he was drunk, he raped his secretary. Afterwards, he threatened the secretary that if he dared to reveal the matter, he would destroy her family. Then he gave the secretary a sum of money and sent her away. .

The secretary was soft-tempered and gave in, and two months later, she became pregnant.After his husband heard the news, not only did he not beat her again because he couldn't have a child, but he was extremely considerate to her and immediately let her stop thinking about killing the child.

The child grew bigger and bigger and looked nothing like her husband.A few days ago, the husband finally couldn't help but secretly took the child for a paternity test.

When the truth came out, the secretary had no choice but to explain the ins and outs of the matter to her husband.

The husband was so angry that he hit Hou Ming with his car.

Hou Wanhua's biological mother, Liu Ye, the most favored daughter of the Liu family, was revealed not to be the son of the Liu family, but the son of the old housekeeper of the Liu family.Back then, the old housekeeper's daughter-in-law and the old lady of the Liu family were pregnant at the same time, and they lived in the same hospital, and the children also fell on each other.

The old housekeeper is the concubine of the Liu family. Just because of the concubine character, the young master can inherit the family business in a glorious manner, but he can only become a servant in order to survive.

How can he be reconciled, plus he has served people for a lifetime, and he doesn't want his children to be unable to hold their heads up for the rest of their lives.So he was daring and came up with the trick of stealing the beam.

Later, the old housekeeper gave birth to another son. This son was unlearned and incompetent since he was a child, but he became obsessed with gambling when he grew up.When he was drunk once, he learned of Liu Ye's real identity from the old housekeeper, and then Liu Ye became his blackmail target.

Just yesterday, he approached Liu Ye again. Liu Ye was heartbroken because of his son's death. Seeing his indifferent and greedy face, Liu Ye got angry from his heart and couldn't help but slap him.

He immediately scolded Liu Ye, and was caught by the Liu family who happened to pass by...

That's not a big deal. That night, after two months of undercover work, a reporter from the Beijing Evening News, with first-hand evidence, exposed the use of gutter oil in a chain of hot pot restaurants under the name of the Liu Group and three food factories.

As soon as the stock market opened this morning, the shares of the Liu Group directly fell by the limit.

Xie Bowen's heart was like a pot of boiling water that had just boiled, overflowing with excitement: "Dad, you're crazy."

"That's not it." Meng Zezhi made a proud expression: "Now, you don't have to be afraid."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Xie Bowen's face turned red, the feeling of being supported by his own father is different from that of his stepdad, with less anxiety and more joy.

It's not just that I'm not afraid anymore, this little tail is almost up to the sky.

Han Daqin saw it, and a trace of envy flashed in his eyes.

His eyes fell on the dozens of little candle figurines in the sink, and he shrank his neck subconsciously. Who would have thought that such little gadgets would abruptly stab the heavens of the Hou family and the Liu family? Half collapsed.

Han Daqin thought nervously, Lord Uncle Xie has a lot, so he shouldn't care about the trivial things he did against him before!

The author has something to say:

Meng Zezhi: The pot comes from the sky ╮(￣▽￣)╭

Mouhai: Isn't this pot fragrant?

Meng Zezhi: ...fragrant (￣ˇ￣)