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

Li Wenhuan could come to him at any time, Meng Zezhi was too busy to take care of himself now, and keeping them would only be a burden.

Then Meng Zezhi realized that things were about, probably, not as simple as he thought.

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

Duan Congyan's eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly, his forehead was covered with dense cold sweat, and his voice was not as strong as before: "First cold compress for two days to reduce swelling, once every three hours, 20 minutes each time, and then hot compress for three times. Relax the tendons and activate collaterals, two to three times a day, and finally take painkillers.”

"Does it hurt?"

After speaking, Meng Zezhi paused and saw Duan Congyan's appearance. Isn't this nonsense?

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

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

"I haven't opened it, because I'm allergic to other drugs." Han Daqin interjected: "However, I opened an ice pack."

"Is that so?" Meng Zezhi took the ice pack handed over by Han Daqin and scanned the instruction manual, "Do you have ice cubes at home?"

"I don't have any ice cubes, but there are still a few old popsicles." Xie Bowen moved along: "Just use it first, and I'll ask the assistant to send some bags of ice cubes later."

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

Unpacking, breaking the popsicles into small pieces by hand and putting them into the ice pack, adding some cold water in, and after the air in the ice pack is expelled, tighten the lid and cover it with a cloth cover. Meng Zezhi took the ice pack and walked towards Duan Cong. Yan, he didn't think much about it, and said, "I'll pay you!"

Duan Congyan listened and curled his fingers calmly.

Duan Congyan's hand is very beautiful, slender and powerful, with distinct joints, unlike Meng Zezhi, who has calluses on his hand.

The two completely different hands are stacked together, but it looks very pleasing to the eye.

Meng Zezhi held an ice pack and gently applied the redness and swelling on Duan Congyan's wrist.

The cold touch spread along the wound all the way 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 down, his expression focused, his brows and eyes slightly drooping, and he only felt that the hard calluses under his palm were much more rounded.

It's not that Han Daqin has never seen Duan Congyan and Xie Guangsheng's 'show of affection', but more often he feels heartbroken. After all, Xie Guangsheng's character and dark history are there, and anyone with a discerning eye knows that he is courteous to Duan Congyan. what is the idea.

Although his brother was a little colder, he couldn't bear to look good, and he was the fifth diamond king in the capital. When he was with Xie Guangsheng, saying something was not very pleasant, it was 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 time, and when he looked at it again, Han Daqin was not so reluctant in his heart, and even had a faint feeling of being a talented man.

After all, a skilled artisan is still very valuable these days. You must know that his Han family is a respectable family in the capital, but when he visited those masters for Wan Zihuai's business, he was not pretending like a grandson.

Xu was inspired, or he wanted to curry favor with Meng Zezhi, Han Daqin couldn't help but said, "It's been almost four years since you two have been together, and you're still so loving!"

Hearing this, Duan Congyan's heartbeat slowed slightly, and then he heard Meng Zezhi's answer, "Yeah."

It was precisely because he knew the relationship between his predecessor and Duan Congyan that Meng Zezhi really didn't care.

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

Halfway through, the ice water and cloth cover were changed. After 20 minutes, Meng Zezhi put away the ice pack: "Okay."

Duan Congyan nodded.

With Han Daqin here, can't say thank you.

"By the way, what do you want to eat at night?" Meng Zezhi threw the ice pack to Xie Bowen to wash, and it was his turn to perform.

"I want to eat ginger duck, the kind of duck meat that is very chopped." Xie Bowen stuck his head out of the kitchen and said.

"Okay." Meng Ze knew and turned to look at Duan Congyan.

"Dry and 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 command Meng Zezhi!

"Row."

Meng Zezhi deliberately added a spicy fried fish fillet and chicken stewed with mushrooms. The ingredients are all delivered by a special fresh supermarket, once a day.

After dinner, Han Daqin went upstairs to sleep early.

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

As if he knew what Meng Zezhi was thinking, Duan Congyan gasped lightly and looked tired: "I'll just do it myself."

Meng Zezhi's gaze shifted to Duan Congyan's slightly trembling right hand.

Meng Zezhi couldn't help feeling a little guilty. In addition, he had a good sense of Duan Congyan, and because of the mission, he suddenly thought 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 inadvertently raised his eyebrows: "Then I'll trouble you."

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

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

This time, Duan Congyan finally fell asleep, but he did not sleep peacefully, and his brows were furrowed, probably because the wound on his wrist kept hurting

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

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

Meng Zezhi covered his mouth and yawned a little when he heard the faint sound of a rooster crowing outside the window.

Twenty minutes later, he took the time to put away the ice pack. At the end, his eyes fell on Duan Congyan's body and the quilt at his waist, and then he looked back at the temperature on the air conditioner, which was 22°C.

He would catch a cold, he thought, picked up the quilt and put it on Duan Congyan's shoulder, and when he got up, Duan Congyan grabbed his left hand.

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

Meng Zezhi was stunned for a moment, then tentatively twitched his hand, but did not twitch.

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

Duan Congyan finally fell asleep. If this wakes people up again, it is estimated that he will not want 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 stronger sense of tiredness hit his heart, and then his eyes fell on the bed under him. Before he could react, the other person was already lying down.

After such a trip, he also closed his eyes.

Duan Congyan was woken up by the alarm clock.

He opened his eyes, and there was snow white where he entered.

Aren't his sheets blue?

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

With hindsight, he found that he seemed to be lying in someone's arms, the other's hand was around his waist, and his hand was on the other's heart.

Duan Congyan was blinded for a moment, and then his head was held down by the person below him, and he kissed the corner of his mouth.

Just listen to him humming and say, his tone is terribly lazy: "Don't make trouble, it's still early, this Saturday, there is no class..."

Duan Congyan came back to his senses instantly, 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 had hooked up with before.

Thinking of this, Duan Congyan's throat was blocked, and he was a little breathless.

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

Xu had not vented for a long time, or perhaps this body was so angry, Meng Zezhi just felt agitated all over his body, he grabbed the man's hand and sent it to the lower part of his body, saying, "Bloat, 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 the blank again.

Noticing that there was no movement on his body, Meng Zezhi raised his waist and pressed the hand on the top of the bag, opened his eyes, and said, "Move—" Ah.

The voice stopped abruptly.

Facing the tensed face last time, Meng Zezhi found that he couldn't even speak: "Duan, Mr. Duan..."

The two faced each other for a while, Duan Congyan's ears were flushed, but his face was not obvious, he gritted his teeth and said, "Let go."

"Ah, oh." Meng Zezhi quickly released the hand on Duan Congyan's waist.

Duan Congyan got off from Meng Zezhi, turned his back to him, put on his shoes, was in a state of confusion, and said in a muffled voice, "It's just as if it never happened."

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

But he didn't know that at this moment Meng Zezhi had labelled himself a scumbag. He could only be scumbag to the end, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: "Okay."

Then a thousand words came together: "Sorry."

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

Meng Zezhi grabbed the quilt on his body, lifted it and got out of bed, where he could think about it.

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

When got downstairs, heard Xie Bowen's gasping sound.

Seeing Meng Zezhi, Xie Bowen quickly 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.

Great thing!

Hou Wanhua died in the hospital from a drug overdose.

Hou Wanhua's nephew, Hou Ting, the only son of the Hou family's head family, was sacked because he did not fulfill his promise to help him buy a property in the Fourth Ring Road when the child in his mistress' belly was born. In a fit of rage, the mistress exposed the six major crimes of Hou Ting accepting huge bribes, embezzling public funds, and chaotic private life on the Internet, and also released the bed photos of her and Hou Ting.

For a time, 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 involved in a car accident and suffered comminuted fractures in both legs. Five years ago, he raped his secretary while drunk .

The secretary was soft-tempered and gave in. Two months later, she became pregnant. After his husband learned the news, not only did he stop beating her for not being able to give birth to a child, but he was extremely considerate to her, and immediately made her stop thinking about aborting the child.

The children are getting bigger and bigger, and they don't look like their husbands at all. 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 to explain the ins and outs of the matter to her husband.

The husband was furious and hit Hou Ming with his car.

Hou Wanhua's mother, Liu Ye, the most favored daughter of the Liu family, was revealed to be not the seed of the Liu family, but the seed of the old housekeeper of the Liu family. The daughter-in-law of the old housekeeper and the old lady of the Liu family were pregnant at the same time, and they lived in the same hospital.

The old housekeeper is the concubine of the Liu family, just because he has the word concubine, the young master can inherit the family business gracefully, but he can only be a servant in order to survive.

How can he be reconciled, plus he has served people all his life, and he doesn't want his children to follow him for a lifetime. So he was bold and came up with this trick.

Later, the old housekeeper gave birth to another son. This son was ignorant and ignorant since he was a child. When he grew up, he became addicted to gambling. During a drunken kung fu, he learned Liu Ye's true identity from the old housekeeper, and then Liu Ye became his target of blackmail.

Just yesterday, he went to Liu Ye again. Liu Ye was heartbroken because of his son's death. Seeing him indifferent and greedy, Liu Ye got angry and slapped him uncontrollably.

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

This is nothing. That night, after two months of going undercover, a reporter from the Beijing Evening News exposed the news that a chain of hot pot restaurants and three food factories under the Liu Group's name used gutter oil with first-hand evidence.

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

Xie Bowen's heart overflowed with excitement like a pot of boiling water that had just been boiled: "Dad, you have a big hair."

"No." Meng Zezhi made a smug expression: "This time, you don't have to be afraid."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid anymore." Xie Bowen's face was flushed red, the feeling of being supported by his father was different from that of his stepfather. There was less anxiety and more joy.

It's more than not afraid, this little tail is about to go up to the sky.

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

His eyes fell on the dozens of candle figures in the sink, and he shrank his neck subconsciously. Who would have thought that these gadgets would actually stab the days of the Hou and Liu families abruptly. half collapsed.

Han Daqin thought nervously, 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: ... incense (￣ˇ￣)