Cannon Fodder Is King

Arc 2.12

As he was talking, Duan Congyan came down from upstairs, and there was a cold breath that turned away thousands of miles away from all over his body.

Xie Bowen yelled politely: "Uncle Duan."

An unnatural flash suddenly flashed across Meng Zezhi's face. He covered his lips and coughed slightly: "Let's eat!"

After speaking, he couldn't help but glanced at Duan Congyan, his eyebrows were drooping, and the expression on his face was not real.

Is this an angry look?

Meng Zezhi subconsciously felt a thud, and an absurd idea rose.

About Mo was aware that the atmosphere was a little bit wrong, Han Daqin and Xie Bowen did not dare to speak, just silently holding a bowl and finished their breakfast.

Then Duan Congyan's secretary arrived.

Seeing the scene where the secretary was cautiously applying Duan Congyan's wrist, Han Daqin suddenly realized that he approached Meng Zezhi's ear, and his voice was not too small, perhaps because he wanted to let Duan Congyan hear him, he said:" Uncle Xie, have you quarreled with Cong Yan?"

Meng Zezhi read the newspaper for a while, as if thinking of something, the corner of his eye fell on Duan Congyan, and said lightly: "Nothing, don't guess."

Isn't it?

Han Daqin looked at Meng Zezhi and Duan Congyan, touched the top of his hair, and was skeptical.

Hearing this, Duan Congyan's breathing was short, and it didn't appear on his face.

Meng Zezhi clearly saw the smell of gritted teeth from him.

He sank, knowing that his guess had come true.

But how could Duan Congyan like him?

Because of this face?

Or is it because of his meticulous care yesterday?

Thinking of this, Meng Zezhi probably guessed the crux of the problem.

Maybe he thinks that because of guilt and other reasons, he needs to take the initiative to take care of Duan Congyan, but it fell into Duan Congyan's eyes, but it became too caring.

Suddenly, Meng Zezhi didn't know what to say.

On the other side, the Hou Family Ancestral Hall.

"Master Hu?"

Hou Weiren is Hou Wanhua's grandfather. He just passed his 90th birthday last year. He had been the old man of the Hou family for decades. It was the first time that he was so low and small.

Hu Mingshan stretched out his hand to invite the little apprentice, took the towel in his hand and wiped the sweat from his face, and took a palm-sized purple clay pot and poured a large sip of herbal tea. Then he said, "There is no problem with your ancestral hall."

Hou Weiren couldn't hide his anxious expression on his face: "This ancestral tomb is good, and there is no problem with the ancestral hall. Then how come there are so many things in my family?"

As the saying goes, the older this person is, the more he believes in these strange things, and Hou Weiren is no exception.

"It's not a feng shui problem, it's because of people." Hu Mingshan frowned.

"Artificial?" Hou Weiren yelled in surprise, slowing down, with a torch-like gaze, confirming: "You mean, someone is hurting my Hou's family behind?"

Hu Mingshan can't say too badly at this moment: "Don't worry, these are just my guesses, but has your Hou family offended anyone recently?"