My Wang Da is rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

"Dididi!" The infrared alarm outside the door was activated again, and the surveillance at the door captured the person holding the dinner plate well.

It's his nutritionist.

The person on the monitor knocked on the door three times with a plate in his hand, "Sir, it's time for lunch."

... He remembered that he only asked the other party not to disturb him casually in the morning.

Opening the door, Tang Zhi looked at the man in front of him who was at least half a head taller than him, and motioned for him to speak up if he had something to say, holding back his fart.

Nian Qibai understood the first half of his sentence without a teacher, "I want to ask, where do I sleep?"

Tang Zhi reached out to take the plate and wanted to close the door, his refusal to answer was obvious.

"It's written in the agreement that you will provide me with a place to live." Nian Qibai was referring to the contract that Tangzhi had signed before.

This time Tang Zhi didn't ask the other party to reveal the agreement, the expression on Nian Qibai's face told him that what he said was true.

"On the third floor, pick one at random."

"Okay sir, by the way, this afternoon's snack is soufflé, sweet food can make you feel better."

Tang Zhi paused, and closed the door again in a snappy manner.

If possible, he would have wanted this talkative nutritionist to leave as soon as possible.

Eat and drink enough, sleepiness hits.

Tang Zhi, who had been tossing himself for more than three days, finally bowed to the food and Sandman, and fell asleep in the end.

I don't know how long it took, but a sweet and greasy smell forced him to wake up.

Downstairs, his nutritionist was lying on the small square table in the kitchen. There was a cup of milk tea and a plate of bear biscuits on the table. The oven in the corner was lit with warm yellow light, and the sweet and greasy fragrance was slowly emitting from it. Come.

The warm afternoon sun fell on Nian Qibai, making his facial features softer.

The winter in this small southern city is not cold, so Nian Qibai only wore a coffee-colored turtleneck sweater, resting his slender fingers on the table, squinting his eyes like a cat basking in the sun.

"Ding!"

The beep of the oven broke the silence of the afternoon, Tang Zhi quietly watched Nian Qibai open his eyes, observing the subtle expressions on his face.

A little hazy, with the sleepiness of just waking up, and then those dark eyes fell on him, with a little affection.

Last time it was pampering, this time it was love?

If it's acting, then this person can definitely win an Oscar.

"Wait a minute, I'll make you a cup of black tea."

"milk tea."

Nian Qibai was taken aback for a moment, then he came to his senses and said yes with a smile.

Soon, a soft and delicious souffle and a cup of milk tea were delivered to Tang Zhi. The souffle was also dotted with a small mint, which made people happy to look at it.

Tang Zhi glanced at the potted mint on the kitchen windowsill, and gently pushed the mint leaves aside with a spoon.

The soufflé is very soft and can be dug open with a light touch of a spoon. The taste is also very good. There is a hint of alcohol in the rich milky fragrance. It is really easy to arouse people's good mood when paired with a sip of warm hot milk tea. .

"Sir, you look good."

Tang Zhi paused with his spoon, and looked up at the person sitting across from him.

"Would you like to try a haircut?"

"You should take care of yourself first when talking about others." After taking the last bite of soufflé, Tang Zhi pointedly looked at Nian Qibai's long hair tied behind his head, raised the cup and shook it, "Refill. "

"Okay, sir."

This nutritionist is really annoying. Tang Zhi can't see other emotions other than satisfaction from that smiling face at all, but he knows that Nian Qibai's expression is sincere, and all he has left in his brain is Satisfy that emotion.

I don't know what this person is satisfying.

Dinner was settled in the room, and the annoying nutritionist finally didn't bother him anymore.

After taking a shower, Tang Zhi thought about it, opened the mailbox and sent a letter to Mr. Zhou.

This is a resignation letter.

He has been working for the organization for about ten years, since he was a teenager until now, he is tired and should retire.

But Mr. Zhou will not let him go so easily.

If resigning is so easy, then he doesn't have to pretend to be sick. Even if his nerves really have problems, as long as it doesn't affect his normal thinking, the organization won't let him rest.

Sure enough, it didn't take long before Mr. Zhou called.

【You want to resign? 】

"Yes."

[You should be very clear that the organization needs people like you. 】

"Mr. Zhou, I have already trained a successor."

[They are not as good as you. 】

Even though the voice on the other end of the phone was distorted, Tang Zhi could tell that Mr. Zhou was angry.

His voice was very calm, even a little gentle, but Tang Zhi knew that the worse Mr. Zhou was in a bad mood, the softer his voice would be, and there would be no good fruit to provoke Mr. Zhou.

【Tang Zhi, you were brought up by me, and I need your return. 】

"I've been giving back for ten years."

"You are the brain of the organization. Have you ever seen a person who is still alive without a brain?" Mr. Zhou leaned on the sofa, and he drank the dark red wine in the glass as it swirled along the arc of the glass.

"And, the moment you sent me this email, your personal information has been leaked, and now those policemen should already be studying how to arrest you."

Tang Zhi was not at all surprised that he would do this, and cut off the call unilaterally, "The night is already very deep, good night, Mr. Zhou."

"Good morning, Sir."

When Tang Zhi came to the restaurant, Nian Qibai was tidying up the kitchen. The clean and spacious shelves were filled with all kinds of seasonings and bottles and jars that he could not name, and there were two more basins on the window sill. potted plants.

It's peppers and strawberries.

"Breakfast needs to wait a little longer, by the way, sir, do you eat celery?"

Tang Zhi glanced at the minced celery on the chopping board, "Don't eat it."

"Ok."

Nian Qibai is still tidying up his things. Except for occasionally looking at the fire on the stove, the rest of the time he buries them in the refrigerator. He seems to have bought a lot of things, and he hasn't finished sorting them out for a long time.

"Nian Qibai."

The sudden Tang Zhi called him, Nian Qibai raised his head and was about to stand up, but turned his head and met Tang Zhi's eyes.

The hair of the two was tangled together, Nian Qibai wanted to back away, but someone grabbed his shoulder suddenly.

"do not move."

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The author has something to say:

sweet theater time

Nian Qibai: Why did you sneak attack me?Do you want to eat my tofu?

Tang Zhi: Nerves.