Cannon Fodder Beauty Can't Escape [Transmigration Book]

After this message was sent, Zhong Yisheng never replied.

Meng Qinghan stared at the line 'the other party is typing' for more than ten minutes.

[Sister Han: Haven't read it yet?got hurt. 】

[I am really grateful to the screenwriter for changing this paragraph. Yueming's road to revenge may not be smooth, but it must not be low-level. 】

As soon as Zhong Yueming was mentioned in the barrage, Meng Qinghan received a call from her.

The moment the connect button was pressed, angry curses came down the network cable.

"Is it fun to play me? Meng Qinghan, how did I offend you? You actually embarrassed me at the press conference? I have always regarded you as a friend. Even if you were kept in the villa by Zhong Yisheng like a dog, I never I didn't look down on you, but how could you help her frame me?"

Meng Qinghan tilted her head and thought for a second.

Who framed whom?

Tell a joke:

"friend"

"Friends" who will take advantage of people and give them to the boss as playthings.

"So it's your logic to fight back? Stealing chickens is not a matter of losing money. It's useless for you to go to court. Why are you making trouble with me?"

Meng Qinghan leaned back, sank into the bed, pulled the quilt over her head.

Accompanied by Zhong Yueming's sad and disappointed sentence of "Why did you suddenly become like this", someone knocked on the bedroom door.

The housekeeper asked her, "Miss Meng, your milk is ready."

Meng Qinghan turned over and said, "No need."

When the butler heard this, doubts arose in his heart.

He walked to the stairs, turned back and listened to the corner of the wall, but Meng Qinghan didn't use the loudspeaker when talking on the phone, he really didn't hear anything.

But don't even think about it, you must be talking about something shameful with your concubine.

It seems that Zhong Yisheng was right not to give Meng Qinghan the phone.

He went downstairs again, and the milk in his hand was much colder.

No, he still has to make sure once more, otherwise he will make a fuss like before, accusing him of not giving her food and drink, and the matter will become a bit big.

When he walked upstairs, he happened to see Meng Qinghan coming out of it, with a sullen look on his brow.

The butler had two more words in his mind... Baga Baga knew that this woman was going to be angry again, she was the one who said no, and she was the one who would make trouble after the milk was taken away!

Baga.

He really misunderstood Meng Qinghan this time, Meng Qinghan was just a little annoyed by Zhong Yueming's nonsense.

She still doesn't know the specific function of the barrage. Although she can't touch it, she can see it. It should have a certain impact on her life. If she completely cuts off contact with Zhong Yueming, she doesn't know what will happen next. How things will develop, will the barrage punish the heroine for her.

We have to take it step by step.

She endured it as much as she could until Zhong Yueming cried aggrievedly: "How could you say that about me in front of the media? You agreed to expose Zhong Yisheng at the press conference. Not only did you not abide by the agreement, you also left me with a mess, do you know What do those people on the Internet say about me? Meng Qinghan, you can tell me what I did wrong, don't be so unclear like now, okay?"

Meng Qinghan stepped up to the housekeeper, took a sip of the glass of milk, and said in a moderate voice, "I told you that your nostrils are too big, and the fortune teller said that your face will affect my life."

After hanging up the phone, she directly blocked the number.

"Isn't Zhong Yisheng coming back tonight?"

The butler's hand was still in the air.

It took him a long time to accept the fact that he was not scolded.

Meng Qinghan didn't scold him today.

This is strange!

Before, Ms. Meng was very dissatisfied with the staff in the villa, and she had to quarrel seven or eight times a day before giving up. If it weren't for the salary of tens of thousands a month, no one would really be able to stand her.

But what happened today?

It's fine if you don't swear, but you still hang up Zhong Yueming's phone.Just before today, she only had Zhong Yueming in her heart, and she regarded Zhong Yueming as a god.

If there hadn’t been the thing in Gouxuewen of being Galiang’s waist+gouging out the cornea+sent to prison, then everything in front of me would be unscientific.

The butler fell into deep thought.

Seeing that he didn't return, Meng Qinghan understood, "She's busy, I know, then I'll go to bed first. Oh, by the way, I put all the clothes and cosmetics in the suitcase back to their original places, so there is no need to pack my luggage , I will live here for the time being, and I won’t leave.”

housekeeper:"………………"

Mingming Zhong Yisheng called at noon to explain that Meng Qinghan was not coming back, and asked him to tidy up the room and tidy up her things, so that she would pick them up when she needed them.

The housekeeper knows that part of his high salary is hard work. If Meng Qinghan leaves and no one tortures them, then Zhong Yisheng may lower his salary, but it doesn't matter, he is more unwilling than to take tens of thousands less Under the hands of Meng Qinghan's Haba.

So he went about his business in a hurry, and called Zhong Yisheng, but there was no answer from the other end of the phone, maybe because of the dull thunder at that time, he always felt gloomy.

Zhong Yisheng only said one word: "Okay."

He thought that all of this was settled, who would have thought that Meng Qinghan would come back again!

Just now he had a small meeting with other staff, and studied the content of the press conference on the Internet, and came up with a reasoning: Zhong Yisheng knew that today's incident was aimed at her, and knew that Meng Qinghan was also involved, so he mourned There was nothing more desperate than that, and planned to fulfill Meng Qinghan, not only did not stop that ridiculous press conference, but also let Meng Qinghan leave.

But Meng Qinghan changed her mind at the last moment. She indirectly helped Zhong Yisheng when it came out at the press conference, letting Zhong Yueming's dirty thoughts be revealed to the public.

She didn't succeed today, and if she tries to suppress Zhong Yisheng with this kind of news in the future...it's basically useless, no one believes her.

To sum up, Meng Qinghan may really be reluctant to part with Zhong Yisheng's money as speculated on the Internet.

The butler had an ingenious idea in an instant.

Meng Qinghan returned to the room with the milk, the housekeeper looked at her slender but tough back, and still planned to report the situation to Zhong Yisheng.

early morning.

The second rain is over, and the air is filled with humidity.

A thin figure appeared in the dark corridor. The dark green long skirt and shawl hair did not make the current atmosphere look weird, but created a quiet beauty.

Footsteps stopped at the door.

A skinny hand rested on the doorknob, and when he was about to open the door, Zhong Yisheng withdrew his hand again.

The housekeeper said that she was very gentle today, and that she blocked Zhong Yueming's number.

She stared at the door for a while, then thought of the few WeChat messages sent by Meng Qinghan.

Did she choose to help her this time?

The mood is more humid than the weather outside, like a heat wave pressing in the chest.

When she was about to leave, the door was opened without warning.

The window was half opened, the wind-blown curtains swayed enchantingly, and the dim moonlight rushed into the room, shining behind Meng Qinghan.

Zhong Yisheng glanced at her indifferently, and found that she was only wearing a shirt, her straight legs were stained with moonlight white,

Looking away quickly, she said flatly, "It will rain later, close the window."

Meng Qinghan slightly raised her eyebrows: "That's why you said that?"

She fell asleep and woke up again in a daze. When she opened her eyes, she saw Zhong Yisheng licking her on the bullet screen. She also said that according to the plot of the original book, Zhong Yisheng would sit at her door all night.

Meng Qinghan didn't know the reason.

According to the original story mentioned by the barrage...that is to say, after she helped Zhong Yueming kill Zhong Yisheng, she didn't move out of the villa immediately.

Does that mean there are still important plots to go tonight?

According to the routine, it should be like this, right?

Sure enough, the barrage cleared her doubts:

[The last time tomorrow morning, I don't know if there is still? 】

[Of course, I declare that I am not watching the last process, it is purely plot lovers who are looking forward to changing the map]

[I think the same as the previous one. I don't really want to know the details of the last time. Of course, if the system shows it, then I don't lack that traffic. 】

Meng Qinghan: "..."

Zhong Yisheng is wearing a green skirt, and the bullet screen that floats past is also green, inexplicably fitting the scene.

It turns out that in the original book, she will have sex with Zhong Yisheng tomorrow morning.

What if she doesn't do it.

Zhong Yisheng saw that her eyes were getting darker, but her eyes became more open, "Yeah."

Seeing that she had already turned around to enter the opposite bedroom, Meng Qinghan hurriedly said, "I'm sorry about what happened last Saturday."

[What happened last Saturday?Are you referring to the matter of sending people to the hospital, or the matter of being obsessed but refusing to admit it? 】

Meng Qinghan: "..." She couldn't explain, the person who did those things was indeed her, but it wasn't her, she didn't think she was that kind of person.As for why she did that, she didn't know.

Zhong Yisheng turned his face away.

Meng Qinghan should have seen her many times, but only this time, she saw Zhong Yisheng's appearance clearly.

She is a standard manga modeling face, with straight but not blunt facial features, proper facial whiteness, soft lines, and full soft tissues. Basically, no one can say a serious word about this face.

Just looking at her appearance, she really doesn't look like a rich woman with countless properties, but like a princess who is loved by others.

Meng Qinghan was in a daze for a moment, and wanted to add something, but Zhong Yisheng didn't give her this chance, and said calmly: "It's okay."

Then she went into the opposite room, turned on the light, and knocked on the door.

Meng Qinghan stood for a while, and suddenly heard thunder outside, as if it was going to rain again.

She quickly closed the window and sat on the bed hugging the quilt.

Half an hour later, Zhong Yisheng, who was about to sleep, heard a knock on the door.

The other party obviously didn't want to give her a chance to refuse, so he pushed the door open.

Zhong Yisheng is used to sleeping with the bedside light on. Although the room is dark at this time, he can barely see.

She saw Meng Qinghan standing at the door with disheveled hair, holding the quilt in her arms.

The eyes of the two collided, Meng Qinghan pursed her lips and stared at her: "I remember you are afraid of thunder."

She walked to the bed, put down the quilt very politely, and folded to the door very politely, closed the door, and came back with her slippers on.

Zhong Yisheng slowly raised his upper body, "I'm not afraid."

Meng Qinghan looked at her firmly: "You are afraid."

Zhong Yisheng: "..."

About 10 minutes passed, neither of them fell asleep.

There was thunder outside, and Zhong Yisheng felt bored, so he put on his earphones.

Meng Qinghan covered her head under the quilt, her body was as stiff as a dead fish, after a while, she poked her head out slowly, saw Zhong Yisheng's earphones, and said softly: "Do you mind if I listen to it with you?" ?”

Zhong Yisheng frowned slightly, then handed her an earphone.Fingers touch.

Damp and delicate.

Meng Qinghan was slightly taken aback, and quickly put on the earphones, but the joy was fleeting.

She looked at Zhong Yisheng dully, the string of 'namoheladanuduolayeye' in her ear made her speechless.

That is to say... Who would listen to the Great Compassion Mantra in the middle of the night?

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