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

After the meal, the two played another game of backgammon to pass the time. Song Jinhe rubbed his head helplessly when he won for the eighth time.

"Cheng Qianhuai, can you not give in to me? It's really fake that you deliberately lost to me."

The person who was exposed smiled and took back all the chess pieces on the chessboard, and said again flatteringly: "Don't be angry, I definitely didn't let it go on purpose this time."

After receiving the promise, Song Jinhe felt better, but she didn't expect that she had a winning streak before and now she started a losing streak, and she lost completely.

Cheng Qianhuai carefully looked at her face. He was no longer angry. Why was her face still so ugly?

Finally, after losing the fourth game in a row, Song Jinhe threw all the chess pieces aside: "You can play by yourself, I'm going home."

After saying that, he stood up and left, even taking the pink blanket with him.

Cheng Qianhuai faced the messy chessboard and scratched his head innocently. Was she angry? Why does she have to be angry no matter what?

Song Jinhe, who returned home at this moment, took out a chocolate hazelnut cake from the space and took an angry bite.

This guy Cheng Qianhuai really makes her feel frustrated. I'm afraid only this man can do it in a serious way.

After finishing a quarter of the chocolate hazelnut cake and seeing that the time was only 2:50 in the afternoon, Song Jinhe got into the gym and continued to exercise.

Perhaps because she persisted every day, she could clearly feel that her strength, speed and reaction ability had improved.

Cheng Qianhuai also taught her some easy-to-learn killing moves, and now she can use them with ease, and when she encounters some difficult problems, she won't be defeated and unable to turn around.

The 18th floor is peaceful and peaceful, but the rest of the floors in Building 3 are not.

Many people froze to death overnight, and Building 3 was not spared. Seeing that the temperature outside was so cold that it was difficult to go out to search for supplies, and the things that could be burned for heating at home were almost exhausted, they all fell into anxiety. among.

After Zhao Yiming was killed by Song Jinhe with one shot, Qian Gaoshan, a strong man, took charge of all matters in the building, and Li Mianmian also defected to him.

Although he hated such a cowardly and flattering woman, he enjoyed the feeling of being relied on by a beautiful woman, so he reluctantly accepted her, but his attitude was not very good, and even the supplies were not as good as Zhao Yiming's. So generous.

Li Mianmian was in trouble. She also wanted to follow the others, but she saw that the women in the building were as wary of her as they were of thieves, and would not allow her husband to get even half a step closer to her. Therefore, she could not find any way out, so she had to follow obediently. Behind Qian Gaoshan.

"Qian... Brother Qian, it's too cold now. Can we burn more things and make the fire bigger?"

She shivered and sat on the cold wooden bench beside her, her body shivering and trembling slightly.

Qian Gaoshan snorted coldly: "Burn? What to burn? Seeing that the furniture in the house is almost burned, how do you want to make the fire bigger?"

If you want to stay, shut up, otherwise get out of here! "

Li Mianmian was so frightened by him that she immediately fell silent and did not dare to say another word. However, her lips were still cold and purple, and she was about to faint at the sight of him.

Qian Gaoshan stood up and stood by the window, looking a little irritably at the terrifying ice and snow outside.

It is difficult to find supplies. In this situation, it is much more difficult to survive than during the heavy rain.

He gritted his teeth and looked upstairs. I'm afraid Maodong is having a good time on the 18th floor now, right?

But no matter how envious he was, he didn't dare to make a mistake in front of Song Jinhe.

If he touches the bad luck on the 18th floor again, I'm afraid Zhao Yiming's fate will become his.

Thinking of the bloody hole on the man's head, Qian Gaoshan even felt that there was still warm blood on his face, which could not be wiped off no matter what.

He shivered, but heard a sudden knock on the door.

Because he was too lazy to deal with those troublesome things, he shouted at Li Mianmian who was lying by the fire struggling to keep warm: "Are you deaf? Why don't you go and open the door?"

Li Mianmian was already cold and half asleep, but she was suddenly woken up by the sound of his yelling. She went to open the door with trembling hands.

Standing outside the door was a man dressed warmly. He had everything he needed, including a hat, gloves, and scarf. He had a smile on his face, and he clearly didn't seem to be cold at all.

"I heard from people in your building that the building manager lives in this household? I am the leader of Building No. 7 and I want to discuss something with your building manager."

Li Mianmian called out to Qian Gaoshan in a low voice: "Brother Qian, someone is looking for you."

The other party said impatiently: "Who is it? Let him in."

I thought it was another resident in the building who was arguing over trivial matters, but I never thought that this person was a stranger.

Qian Gaoshan frowned and looked at the other person: "Who are you? I have never seen you."

The man took off his hat and scarf and said with a smile: "Hello, I am the building manager of Building 7, my name is Deng Qilin."

He was holding a bottle of wine in his hand, which was nothing more than worthless white wine before the end of the world. It still seemed extremely precious in the freezing cold.

"I'm sorry to bother you. I'm here to discuss something with you. Please accept this bottle of wine."

Deng Qilin reached out and handed over the liquor. Qian Gaoshan swallowed. Although he knew that the other party might make some excessive demands, he still couldn't hold back his hand that was ready to move and took the liquor.

"sit down."

He carefully placed the liquor on the shelf aside, and then sat face to face with Deng Qilin, waiting for the other party to speak.

“Seeing that the weather is getting worse and worse, I thought it would be warmer with more people, so I planned to move the survivors from Building 7 to Building 3.

Our two buildings have joined forces, and we can discuss things like finding supplies and heating together in the future, which is much better than fighting alone. "

Deng Qilin wore a pair of old-fashioned black glasses. At first glance, he didn't look threatening, more like a scholar.

"To tell you the truth, a lot of people froze to death in our building last night, and I think the situation in your building should be similar.

There are many people dead in the building and there are many empty rooms, so even if we light a fire for heating, the heat will dissipate quickly. It is better for us to live together. There are many fires in the building and it will be warmer, right? "

He adjusted his glasses and smiled kindly, without seeming to mean anything.

钱高山想了想楼内的情况，金缘丽城的所有楼9楼以下都已经被淹没，如今正在使用的只有11、14、15、17、18楼。

Only two households on the 17.18th and th floors are occupied, while only one household on the other floors is occupied. There are quite a few empty houses.

But why did Building 7 choose to cooperate with Building 3? The entire community of Jinyuan Belvedere has a total of 20 residential buildings, and there are many partners to choose from.

Perhaps seeing his doubts, Deng Qilin explained: "I live on the 7th floor of Building 17. Our two buildings are not far apart. Furthermore, I saw that there are two households on the 18th floor of your building. The ventilation ducts came out, and the ducts were exhausting smoke every day.

You probably burn firewood or something like that at home every day for heating, right? "