In the apocalypse of natural disaster, I am reborn to stock up and win

Listening to Cheng Qianhuai's words, two question marks slowly appeared above Jiang Cixu's head.

"What do you mean? You don't plan to stay in the safe zone?"

He was indeed a little surprised. After all, no matter how chaotic the safe zone was, it was better than outside. After leaving the safe zone, life was no longer guaranteed.

Cheng Qianhuai nodded: "It depends on what my wife wants. If she wants to stay, we will naturally not leave. If she feels that she can't adapt to the environment here, we will still leave."

But at the moment, it seems that Song Jinhe still likes the safe zone, and he also intends to support Jiang Cixu's rise to power. He probably plans to stay.

But everything is subject to change, he just needs to support all her decisions.

Jiang Cixu opened his mouth, as if he found his voice after a while: "No, brother, can you fix this for me?

In other words, you have no right to speak at all and you just listen to Song Jinhe on everything? "

From the time he met Cheng Qianhuai, he knew that he was a very independent person, but he didn't expect that Cheng Qianhuai would be nowhere to be found if Song Jinhe drank such a fascinating soup.

"Yes, it took a lot of effort for me to have such a wife. If I don't listen to her, who will I listen to?"

Cheng Qianhuai felt that it was quite natural. After all, he had placed himself in a lower position than Song Jinhe from the beginning, and had never thought of intervening or interfering with Song Jinhe.

For him, being able to become Song Jinhe's boyfriend was already a gift from her, and he never thought of asking for too much.

Cheng Qianhuai is very content to have the life he has now.

Jiang Cixu stretched out his hand tremblingly, put it on his forehead and made two gestures.

"You don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense? I know you only care about your wife, but you won't lose yourself and become her little follower, right?"

Cheng Qianhuai rolled his eyes at him and swatted the hand away mercilessly: "I'm happy."

In fact, he has always had a secret that he has never told anyone, not even Song Jinhe.

At the beginning of the apocalypse, he went out to search for supplies in heavy rain, and eventually fell home with a high fever.

From then on, he had an extremely terrifying dream every night.

In his dream, he was on the road looking for Song Jinhe every day, from heavy rain to extreme cold, until he found her in a residential building during the scorching heat.

At that time, her limbs were tied up, and her body was shriveled and rotting, exuding a strong fishy smell.

That scene was like his inner demon, disturbing his heart day and night, causing him to wake up countless times.

It was so real, the heartache made him almost unable to breathe, as if it was not a dream, but something that had really happened.

From that moment on, he no longer wished for anything.

He just hoped that when he woke up, he could see her lively and lively, full of life and vitality, instead of the rotting and painful corpse.

As long as she is safe, it is fine. As long as she is safe, it is the greatest gift from God to him.

He doesn't care about any power or status, he just hopes to be by her side every day and guard against her to prevent the dream from becoming a reality.

Jiang Cixu rubbed his red hand and shook his head helplessly: "Love Brain, Cheng Qianhuai, you are hopeless.

You will only be eaten to death by Song Jinhe in this life. She is pointing fingers at you, and you want to give her your life. "

Cheng Qianhuai snorted coldly: "How dare you say that I am a love brain? What kind of good person do you think you are?

When Tao Shuangxue was drunk, didn't you still follow her and take care of her, and in the end you still didn't even have a status?

I'm much better than you, I'm our Ah He's decent husband, I'm not like you, hehe..."

Good brothers often know where to insert the knife in the most painful place. Jiang Cixu's face instantly dropped after hearing these words, and he raised his foot and kicked the driver's seat in front of him.

"Why are you driving so slowly? You didn't eat in the morning!"

The melon-eating boy who was affected by the anger said: OK, OK, if you can't say it, your brother just comes to me, I deserve it.

The speed of the car suddenly surged and it soon disappeared at the end of the road.

At this moment, in the Xiling safety zone, Song Jinhe opened his eyes in a daze, stood up slowly, and rubbed his waist painfully.

"It's almost broken. It belongs to your uncle Cheng Qianhuai."

She took a breath of cold air and impatiently took the cold milk on the side and drank it in one gulp.

She threw the sandwich into the space and took out a basket of steamed dumplings to eat, barely filling her stomach.

Today Tao Shuangxue also had to go out on a mission with the team. No one could accompany Song Jinhe to wander around the base. She simply didn't leave the house and hid in the bedroom with her book in her arms.

The pages of the book turned slightly, and the scraping sound of paper made people feel calmer. The gloomy sky outside the window became much warmer.

While he was looking fascinated, Song Jinhe suddenly heard a tiny "click" sound.

It looked like someone was picking the lock.

As soon as this idea came to her mind, she immediately became vigilant, took out the Tang Dao from the space, and carefully hid it behind the bedroom door.

The door of this villa is just the most ordinary security door, which is indeed incomparable to the high-end security security door she had in Yuncheng.

It seems that this group of people saw Cheng Qianhuai and Jiang Cixu going out to do tasks, so they chose this time to pinch her as a "soft persimmon".

She gripped the handle of the knife tightly, held her breath and listened carefully to the footsteps coming from outside the door.

There were two bedrooms, one on the first floor and one on the second floor. She and Cheng Qianhuai directly chose the bedroom on the first floor for convenience. Although the second floor was cleaned, they had not lived in it.

There were about three people listening to the footsteps. One voice was getting farther and farther away, probably going upstairs to look for her, while the other two were on the first floor carefully checking the situation.

Getting closer and closer, the footsteps are getting closer and closer.

Song Jinhe lowered his breathing and saw the door handle being turned gently, and a man with his face covered walked in carefully holding a dagger.

Probably out of fear of being noticed by others, they did not use guns.

Maybe he also thought that she was just a woman and could be easily killed with a knife.

In terms of endurance, Song Jinhe is indeed not strong enough, but her reflexes and explosive power are still enough for her to take care of these three people.

She hid behind the door and moved carefully without being noticed by the man.

He was about to walk towards the bedroom, but Song Jinhe easily wiped his neck with a knife, and he died with his eyes open.

The sound of the body falling to the ground attracted the attention of the other two people. They looked at each other and walked cautiously toward the bedroom on the first floor.

The door was ajar, but the fallen body could be seen through the crack. It had obviously been taken care of.

Didn't it mean that the person who stayed in the villa was an ordinary woman with no strength? how come?

Both of them were a little surprised, but since the task had been taken over by them, they must give an explanation to the person who placed the task.

If they just go back empty-handed, they may not be able to eat and walk around.

The man standing in front suddenly pushed open the bedroom door. It was empty, not even a soul could be seen.

The bedroom is just that big, with only a bed, a wardrobe and a bedside table.

"Where are you hiding? Search quickly."