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

No outside sounds could be heard in the space. Song Jinhe only felt that a heavy rain had suddenly fallen in the Jade Bracelet Space, which had always been clear and clear.

The rain pounded violently on the glass window, drowning her unbearable pleas for mercy and sobs.

He said it would be fine when it gets dark, but Song Jinhe held his arms around his neck, his head was dizzy, and he couldn't figure out when it would get dark.

By the way, there is no night in the jade bracelet space.

Song Jinhe was helpless. She was thrown high into the sky by him countless times. Every moment she felt like she was stepping on the clouds and never fell.

……

When he came out of the space, it was already bright outside, and the sun hung high in the sky, making Song Jinhe dizzy.

She forgot when she fell asleep last night, her whole body ached, and she felt angry when she saw Cheng Qianhuai's smiling eyes.

She wanted to speak, but her voice was hoarse from crying last night, and the sound she made didn't sound like hers.

"Cold war, I want to have a cold war with you."

She took the glass of chilled juice, eased the discomfort in her throat, and turned her head away from him, not wanting to look at him.

Cheng Qianhuai was not angry at all, he served her breakfast, and then obediently listened to her scolding and massaged her.

Song Jinhe was lying on the sofa like a salted fish. She felt that she had been deceived by him and pretended to be pitiful, but he was just a wolf in sheep's clothing!

"Don't be angry. I know I was wrong and I won't dare to do it again."

Cheng Qianhuai apologized obediently, Song Jinhe sneered, and sat up suddenly to confront him, but her waist hurt so much that she almost fell off the sofa.

Being held firmly by him, she took a pillow to prop up behind her, pointing her fingertips to the tip of his tall nose without hesitation.

"Shut up! Do you think I will still believe your lies?

How many times did you say 'this is the last time' last night?

Think about it yourself! You are simply glib! I can't believe you at all! "

Cheng Qianhuai listened obediently and did not dare to refute. He just lowered his head and let her scold her, and carefully massaged her.

It wasn't until Song Jinhe was tired of scolding that he brought a glass of water: "Moisten your throat. My throat is already uncomfortable. How about taking some throat lozenges?"

Song Jinhe snorted coldly and took the water glass and throat lozenges without even giving him a look.

Cheng Qianhuai always likes to pretend to be pitiful to get her sympathy, bullshit, everything about him is bullshit!

"A month of cold war. During this month, don't talk to me, don't touch me, and I won't eat the food you cook."

Song Jinhe rolled his eyes and was about to get off the sofa and go back to the bedroom with weak legs.

Cheng Qianhuai naturally disagreed, so he held her in his arms and coaxed her softly.

"I will definitely be obedient from now on and won't go against you, okay?

We don’t want a cold war. A cold war is not good and hurts feelings.

You can hit me and scold me, but don’t ignore me and don’t eat the food I cook, okay? "

His amber eyes looked at her pitifully, he stretched out his hand and gently scratched her palm, and obediently helped her rub her sore waist.

"Please Ah He, we really can't keep a cold war."

Song Jinhe looked at him sideways, and finally snorted softly.

"It's okay not to have a cold war, but from now on you are not allowed to have close contact with me. Only when I agree."

Cheng Qianhuai frowned slightly and asked, "Does holding hands and hugging count as intimate contact?"

Song Jinhe opened his mouth and asked, "What do you think?"

"I don't think it counts."

"Oh, I said forget it."

Cheng Qianhuai naturally knew that what he did yesterday was indeed too much. Song Jinhe cried and begged countless times but was silenced by him with kisses. In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore and fainted, only to wake up his reason.

He really didn't control himself. It was his fault. It was also his fault for making her unhappy.

In this case, I can only accept the punishment obediently and dare not complain.

"It's all up to you, as long as you don't get angry and can understand me."

Cheng Qianhuai let go of his hand and consciously left the sofa and stood aside: "I will be obedient."

Song Jinhe nodded with satisfaction, and Shi Shiran went back to the bedroom to catch up on his sleep.

Three days passed quickly. Song Jinhe got dressed, carried a hiking bag and was about to go out.

The sun has gone down, and now there are only a few rays of sunset remaining in the sky, and the temperature has actually dropped a bit.

She planned to go to the market in the city center to try her luck, but she wanted to experience what it was like to be a stall owner.

Maybe you can earn a good price.

There are also a lot of foods in her space that have been soaked since the apocalypse. She won't eat them, but she also wants to make money from them.

Sitting at home watching TV shows and reading books every day was no fun. Plus, Cheng Qianhuai always turned his screen on purpose in front of her, which was really overwhelming.

Seeing her going out, Cheng Qianhuai quickly caught up with her and followed her, complaining a little aggrievedly about his dissatisfaction.

"Why didn't you call me when you went out? It's so dangerous to be alone. What if you get hurt?"

Song Jinhe had actually calmed down a long time ago, but because of his face, he still wanted to teach Cheng Qianhuai some lessons, so he never took back the order not to allow him to touch.

"I went out to sell things and became a canteen owner."

Cheng Qianhuai understood that she was bored, so he obediently took the hiking bag from her shoulder, used sharp eyes to scare away those who tried to come up to talk, and walked smoothly to the market.

The market founded by Jiang Xu only opened in the evening. She came early today, just in time for the market to open.

Wen Qiao was wearing a short skirt and suspenders as expected, and her eyes lit up the moment she saw Song Jinhe.

"You guys are here!"

She looked very excited, and walked forward very naturally and took Song Jinhe's arm: "Are you here to buy something? I asked Jiang Xu to give you a discount!"

Song Jinhe shook his head: "No, I came here to set up a stall, hoping to make some profit."

She was not used to being so close to an unfamiliar person, but the warm buckwheat was soft and sweet, which made Song Jinhe hesitate a little.

Wenqiao doesn't look like a delicate flower that can grow in the apocalypse.

She was more like a little princess before the apocalypse. She had been pampered and pampered since she was growing up, but she never imagined that she would be cared for so well after the apocalypse.

Therefore, Wen Qiao's eyes were very clean and there was no calculation that Song Jinhe hated.

I have to say that Jiang Xu really took good care of Wen Qiao. Such a beautiful person made it impossible for her to have any objectionable thoughts.

When they arrived at the entrance, Wen Qiao waved her hand and waived her stall fee. Although Song Jinhe insisted on paying it, the gatekeeper did not dare to accept it.

As a result, Song Jinhe had no choice but to accept this sentiment and let Wen Qiao hold her arm and be taken to a stall with a huge customer flow.

It has to be said that the vitality of human beings is extremely strong. After night falls, groups of survivors will go out. Although the number is not particularly large, it is still very shocking.

Everyone will have an amazing fighting spirit before they die. No matter how they survived the first two rounds of natural disasters, judging from the current situation, they are all doing well.

Song Jinhe spread the rags in the mountaineering bag on the ground, and then placed the supplies inside one by one on it.