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

“If nothing else, the small villa in the space really suits my liking.

Not only does it have water and electricity, it is also perfect for bathing, washing and cooking. "

Song Jinhe happily ate the rice in the bowl and sighed in a good mood.

Cheng Qianhuai agreed very much, but did not say or ask any more questions.

He has always been a measured person. Although he is bound by space and cannot tell the secrets about space to the outside world, he still hopes that he knows less and poses less threat to Song Jinhe.

The fewer secrets he knows, the safer it will be for Song Jinhe.

He picked up her rice bowl, poured the rich vegetable soup with tomatoes and scrambled eggs into it, and carefully stirred it with her spoon.

"Don't you like to eat like this? Eat more. When the weather gets cold, the more you eat, the warmer you will be."

Song Jinhe sat in his seat and watched Cheng Qianhuai's movements, the smile on his lips getting deeper and deeper.

"You are really virtuous now."

The other party paused slightly when she heard this, and then poked her little head helplessly: "What are you thinking about? Don't always tag me."

He didn't exert much force, but Song Jinhe could still feel the temperature of his fingertips through his skin.

"I'm just sighing. It's not a loss for me to have you as my little brother."

Cheng Qianhuai's eyes narrowed: "Then don't worry, not only will you not lose money if I am your little brother, you will make a lot of money."

Song Jinhe thought for a while and realized that it was indeed true. After all, Cheng Qianhuai had good skills, good looks, a good mind, and a good personality.

It seems like nothing can be faulted in any aspect.

"Okay, okay, you praise yourself so much, right?"

Song Jinhe took the bowl from his hand with a smile in his tone.

Cheng Qianhuai blinked at her: "I'm not boasting, I'm stating the facts."

The two of them laughed and finished the meal. Seeing that most of the time had passed, Song Jinhe had a good nap and did not feel sleepy now that he was full.

She was eager to try and took out a set of flying chess from the space.

"Although it's just the two of us, it's nice to play for a while to pass the time."

Cheng Qianhuai naturally wouldn't refuse if he had a reason to keep her. He obediently picked up the dice, shook it twice and threw it on the chessboard.

"6"

He moved a piece and threw the dice again.

"Still 6."

Another chess piece walks out.

Song Jinhe saw that he was a little anxious, but he never thought that his third shot would still be 6.

Cheng Qianhuai raised his eyes and looked at Song Jinhe, and couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Why don't I throw it away, you can do it."

Song Jinhe refused righteously: "No, if you're lucky, just throw it away and don't worry about me."

"OK, then I'd rather be respectful than obey."

He picked up the dice and rolled it out again, this time it was 3 o'clock.

Song Jinhe breathed a sigh of relief and eagerly shook the dice twice and threw it out. A bright 4 lay on the chessboard.

Cheng Qianhuai's whole game went smoothly. When both of his chess pieces reached the end, Song Jinhe had only one chess piece come out from the starting point.

She rubbed her temples with a headache, forgetting that she couldn't play backgammon, but now she couldn't even win the lucky flying chess.

She seemed to be suffocating in her heart, and she didn't want to continue playing anymore.

"No more fun, I'm going to be a bitch."

She threw the chess piece in her hand into Cheng Qianhuai's hand, with a hint of grievance on her face: "Why are you so lucky? I can't even play flying chess against you."

Seeing that her mood was not right, Cheng Qianhuai quickly stepped forward and coaxed softly: "Don't be angry, can we play something else?"

Song Jinhe shook off his hand that patted her back, and said angrily: "No, don't always treat me like a child!"

"Okay, okay, then how can you forgive me? Give me a chance to make amends."

Song Jinhe looked at his gentle and affectionate amber eyes, and the anger in his heart subsided a little, but he still turned his head awkwardly.

"I'm not angry with you, it's just that I have bad luck, and I can't blame you."

She always felt that something was wrong with her. After spending so long with Cheng Qianhuai, she seemed to be spoiled by him and become a little lawless.

Cheng Qianhuai chuckled: "As long as you are unhappy, it is my responsibility, how can you not blame me?

When the elder brother is angry, how can the younger brother stand by and watch? "

Song Jinhe sat in his seat and looked at him quietly, tracing the delicate lines of his face with his eyes, and finally fell on his slightly long hair.

After the end of the world, there was no chance to cut his hair. His hair was soft and clinging to his ears, but it did not make him feel messy at all. Instead, it made him look more wanton and handsome, and added a bit of temptation.

"How about you let me help you dress up? For example, change your clothes, tie your hair, etc.?"

Song Jinhe's eyes lit up. She liked dressing up dolls when she was a child, and her mother would always buy them for her when she was here.

But then her mother was gone. When her stepmother Liu Cuiyan came in, she threw all her things into the trash can, and even the dolls disappeared without a trace.

Nowadays, although I have lost my love for dolls, dressing up real people is obviously much more interesting than playing with dolls.

Cheng Qianhuai looked at the expectant look on her face and felt completely soft-hearted. Naturally, she would do whatever she said.

"Okay, okay, you can dress up however you want."

After saying that, he sat on the chair very obediently, looking like he was at the mercy of others, which seemed a bit seductive.

Song Jinhe swallowed and took out a small bag of black rubber bands from the space.

Cheng Qianhuai's hair was of good quality. After the apocalypse, he would melt the snow water and wash it. His body had a cool mint aroma, and his hair was soft and smooth.

Song Jinhe didn't take action immediately, he just put his palm on his head and rubbed it vigorously.

"What kind of technique are you using? Is this how you touch a dog's head?"

Cheng Qianhuai's tone was filled with resentment, and he lowered his head slightly to look at Song Jinhe, but there was no trace of displeasure in his eyes.

Song Jinhe chuckled twice: "It feels good, I just rubbed it without holding back."

After saying that, she started to take care of Cheng Qianhuai's hair with a comb, and then helped him tie up all the hair with rubber bands little by little, until it ended up looking like a hedgehog.

After taking two steps back and observing for a while, Song Jinhe still felt dissatisfied, so he stepped forward and added some pink bow hairpins that children liked.

The final result was pretty good. Song Jinhe happily took out a camera and clicked it at Cheng Qianhuai.

"Take a photo as a souvenir. If it weren't for me, you might not be able to try this hairstyle in your life."

She was laughing so hard that she was out of breath, and her hairstyle was so ridiculous that not even Cheng Qianhuai's extremely handsome face could weaken the attack of the hairstyle.

"Stop laughing."

Cheng Qianhuai was not annoyed at all, he just sat in his seat and looked at her, wishing that every moment of her smile would be imprinted in his mind and never be forgotten.

The two sat together and warmed up for a while, and then Song Jinhe got up and went home to rest. Only then did Cheng Qianhuai have the opportunity to take off all the hair accessories on his head.

He stood in front of the mirror and smiled helplessly. This little girl really knew how to play. What could he do but pamper her.