Cannon Fodder Is King

Arc 2.14

In this way, Han Daqin watched Meng Zezhi and Xie Bowen decide the belonging of the Hou family in a few words.

He shrank his neck and tried to reduce his sense of existence.

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

"Right," 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 gaze, thought for a moment, and said, "Return the things that the Hou family paid back to you Uncle Duan. As for the apologizes for you, you can keep it."

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

"Okay." Xie Bowen nodded, his gaze fell on the real estate transfer contract at the top of one of the files, and his mind was alive in an instant.

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

Xie Bowen is not stupid and admits that he is not a good person. He could not see the relationship between his dad and Duan Congyan more clearly.

Now he is promising, and his dad also has the capital to admire. He doesn't want his dad to bear the name of "little white face" and be pricked on the backbone.

Never at a moment like this, he desperately wants to move out of this house.

But in this way, it is suspicion of crossing the river to demolish the bridge.

Xie Bowen was hesitant.

And don't know why, he always feels like he wants to set up an archway even as a bitch.

After dinner, the secretary who was planning to stay overnight suddenly went to a call from home, saying that he fell while his mother was cooking and was rescued in the hospital.

Then the secretary went back hurriedly, leaving Duan Congyan alone to confront the ice bag in silence.

Meng Zezhi looked in his eyes, wondering why he wanted to laugh suddenly.

However, he quickly corrected his attitude. He is a man with a wife. He must clean himself up and eliminate all ambiguities in the bud.

Thinking about it this way, Meng Zezhi had an idea in his mind.

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

The door opened from inside, and Duan Congyan was applying ice to his right wrist as expected.

Meng Zezhi clearly noticed that the moment the other party saw him, although his face was not visible, 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 will help you."

Duan Congyan was relieved, his lips almost pressed into a straight line, reminding Meng Zezhi's previous actions, he vaguely guessed the purpose of the other party's presence here.

An unprecedented sense of frustration flooded his mind.

He muffled back: "Yeah."

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

With speechlessness, Meng Zezhi skillfully poured ice and cold water into the ice bag, put on a cloth bag after exhausting the air, and stuck it on Duan Congyan's right wrist.

In the quiet night, Duan Congyan felt bored.

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

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