Han Daqin looked at Meng Zezhi and Xie Bowen in a few words and decided on the ownership of the Hou family.

He shrank his neck, trying his best to reduce his presence.

Sure enough, the Xie family's father and son both cut it in black.

"By the way," Xie Bowen looked at the two stacks of documents on the coffee table: "Dad, what should I do with these things?"

Meng Zezhi followed his line of sight, thought for a while, and said, "The things that the Hou family paid back will be returned to your Uncle Duan. As for the gifts for you, you should keep them."

Anyway, Mr. Han also said that these things come from the right way, so don't give them up for nothing.

"Okay." Xie Bowen nodded, his eyes fell on the real estate transfer contract at the top of one of the documents, and his mind instantly opened up.

It was a single-family villa located in the South Third Ring Road, with a construction area of ​​more than 600 square meters and an indoor swimming pool, which was no worse than their current residence.

Xie Bowen is not stupid, and he admits that he is not a good person. He couldn't see the relationship between his father and Duan Congyan more clearly.

Now that he is prosperous, his father also has the capital to admire, he does not want his father to bear the name of "little white face" and be poked in the spine.

There has never been a moment like now when he desperately wanted to move out of the house.

But in this way, there is a suspicion of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge.

Xie Bowen was a little hesitant.

And for some reason, he always felt like he was a bitch and wanted to build a torii.

After dinner, the secretary who was planning to stay overnight suddenly received a call from home, saying that his mother had fallen while cooking and was being rescued in the hospital.

Then the secretary went back in a hurry, leaving Duan Congyan alone to confront the ice pack in silence.

Meng Zezhi saw it in his eyes, not knowing why he suddenly wanted to laugh.

However, he quickly corrected his attitude. He is a person with a daughter-in-law. He must keep himself clean and eliminate all ambiguity in the bud.

Thinking of this, Meng Zezhi had an idea.

After dinner, Meng Zezhi knocked on Duan Congyan's door.

The door was pulled open from the inside, and Duan Congyan was indeed icing his right wrist.

Meng Zezhi clearly noticed that the moment the other party saw him, although his face was not obvious, the atmosphere around him was a bit more agile.

He sighed slightly in his heart, his eyes fell on Duan Congyan's swollen wrist, and he only said, "I'll help you."

Duan Congyan came to his senses, his lips almost pursed into a straight line, thinking of Meng Zezhi's previous actions, he vaguely guessed the purpose of the other party's appearance here.

An unprecedented sense of frustration came over him.

He replied in a muffled voice, "Yeah."

Then he turned his body sideways and let Meng Zezhi enter the room.

Without saying a word, Meng Zezhi skillfully filled the ice bag with ice cubes and cold water, drained the air, put the cloth bag on, and put it on Duan Congyan's right wrist.

In the quiet night, Duan Congyan felt stuffy in his heart.

Twenty minutes later, Meng Zezhi took back the ice pack.

He picked up a towel, wiped off the water stains on Duan Congyan's hand, and then pulled the bandage to re-wrap the wound for him.

After doing this, he put down what was in his hand, sat up straight, and said solemnly: "I..."

Duan Congyan interrupted him, and he lowered his brows: "Can I hug you?"

He has never been the kind of entangled person, and since Meng Ze knew that he was unwilling, he did not force it.

Meng Zezhi was stunned for a moment, he sighed in his heart, and there was no lack of tolerance in his tone: "Okay."

Taking advantage of Duan Congyan's fascination with him, it is better to cut through the mess quickly, whether it is for Duan Congyan or him.

Thinking of this, Meng Zezhi calmly embraced Duan Congyan in his arms, and the next second, a familiar smell came to his nostrils.

Meng Zezhi's expression changed.

As if seeing a ghost, he leaned towards Duan Congyan's neck in disbelief and sniffed hard.

But it wasn't the sweet smell of perilla that he was all too familiar with.

In a strange way, Meng Zezhi remembered what happened in the morning, the layers of mist were peeled away, and an absurd thought suddenly rose in his heart.

how is this possible?

Meng Zezhi narrowed his eyes and shouted in his heart, "System, system out..."

After calling several times in a row, no one answered him.

Maybe he had enough, Duan Congyan calmed down and was about to let go of Meng Zezhi, but found that the other's hand was tightly wrapped around his waist, making him unable to break free.

"What?" Duan Congyan's heart beat faster.

Meng Zezhi calmed down his agitated emotions a little, and looked at Congyan's eyes, his throat was dry: "You, didn't you put on perfume today?"

Duan Congyan couldn't understand Meng Zezhi's thoughts, but he still hesitated and said, "No."

He prefers the smell of ambergris, so he likes to spray some cologne or something on him.

Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry.

Meng Zezhi suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and warned himself in his heart that he should not be in a hurry, and make sure again, if something went wrong, he had to hate himself.

Thinking of this, he let go of Duan Congyan and said slowly, "Okay, go to bed earlier, I'll come back in three hours."

Saying that, he grabbed the ice pack and towel, turned around, and left the room with slightly messy footsteps.

Duan Congyan was left alone to stare at the door, dazed.

At noon the next day, Meng Zezhi cooked five dishes: stir-fried pork with celery, eggplant with fragrant fish, stir-fried eel with garlic sprouts, stir-fried pork liver with cucumber, and soup with yam and lotus seeds.

Celery, eggplant, garlic sprouts, pork liver, and yam are all things that Zhu Zhengqing does not like to eat.

Accompanying Xie Bowen to play tennis all morning, Han Daqin was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back. As soon as he sat down, he picked up his rice bowl and buried his head to eat. At the end, he did not forget to take the time to flatter Meng Zezhi: "This is The dishes are really delicious, Uncle Xie, when you are free someday, teach me a thing or two!"

"That is, my dad used to go to restaurants to steal teachers..." Xie Bowen and You Rongyan.

That is Duan Congyan, looking at the dishes on this table, he can't put down his chopsticks.

Meng Zezhi looked at it and said calmly, "Why, these dishes are not to your taste?"

"No, it's good." Duan Congyan denied it, and then stretched out his chopsticks and put the eel in his mouth, and never patronized other dishes after that.

Meng Zezhi saw it in his eyes, and his thoughts boiled over the sky.

After a while, he suppressed the emotions in his eyes, got up and went into the kitchen. When he came back, he had a bowl of braised pigeon and a bowl of fried bamboo shoots with bacon.

He put these two dishes in front of Duan Congyan: "Eat this."

Duan Congyan's eyes shifted from the two dishes in front of him to Meng Zezhi, and he became more and more confused about what Meng Zezhi was buying?

But that didn't stop him from being full of joy and thinking wildly.

Especially in the evening when Meng Zezhi finished icing him and said he wanted to stay overnight.

"What, what?" Duan Congyan was incoherent, obviously not quite adapting to such a change.

Moreover, this, this progress is too fast.

"It's inconvenient for me to run back and forth. If that's the case, why don't you spare me some space. Anyway, I slept the night before." Meng Zezhi said lightly, as if he was talking about something unimportant. .

How could the world become different from what he knew in just this short time!

Didn't Meng Zezhi have already rejected him?

Did he remember it wrong?

Even if he remembers it wrong, Meng Zezhi's attitude has changed too much!

Duan Congyan subconsciously wanted to refuse, but in the next second he thought of what happened the night before. There seemed to be some kind of warmth in the palm of his hand, and his tongue was dry, and the words he said inexplicably became: "good."

Mingming Meng Zezhi lived in the room next to him.

After speaking, Duan Congyan regretted it, acting as if he couldn't wait, and then he prepared a thin quilt for Meng Zezhi to cover it up.

Meng Zezhi saw it in his eyes and did not refuse.

Compared to Duan Congyan's tossing and turning, Meng Zezhi soon fell asleep.

In the second half of the night, vaguely heard a rustling sound, Meng Zezhi lifted the quilt, a figure rolled into his arms, his face was buried in his neck, half of his body was pressed on top of him, he muttered a few words, but did not move. .

Meng Zezhi carefully placed the injured right hand of the person in his arms on his heart, then closed his eyes contentedly, and fell asleep again.