Apocalyptic natural disaster, boss, she won by hoarding goods

Chapter 47 The promise about abdominal muscles

Suning remained silent.

There was a sumptuous feast on the table, but few people had any appetite. The only sounds were the whimpers of Ah Chou and Xue Xue gnawing the meat.

Mei Zijiu put down her chopsticks.

"Suning, I have something I want to ask you."

Suning took a bite of the strawberry, wiped her mouth slowly, and then left the living room with Mei Zijiu, leaving Luo Jin alone.

The sunshine outside the window came in.

The young man's face was clean and handsome, but there was a hint of sadness in his brows. He and the two dogs at his feet were the only ones in Nuo Da's living room.

He lowered his head and ate calmly.

He thought that he must be isolated.

——But he had no reason or identity to be angry. He and Suning were strangers to begin with. It was already rare for the other party to be willing to help. Not to mention, a few days ago, his brother turned away Suning who came to deliver food. outside.

Let her face the zombies alone.

Luo Jue is selfish, but why is he not an indirect perpetrator?

Mei Zijiu closed the door and looked directly at Suning with a pair of twinkling peach blossom eyes, no longer as casual and casual as before.

He said: "Suning, you have known about the superpowers for a long time, and you have also known that the end of the world will happen, right?"

This idea has long been pressed into his heart.

His fingers clenched unconsciously.

Speak slowly——

"At that time, I told you that I was a person with superpowers, and you asked me if I knew anything about the end of the world. So you must have known about the end of the world for a long time, and also knew that people with superpowers would appear in the end of the world. I have been observing your face just now. , you are not surprised."

"What exactly is going on?"

Suning frowned.

A pair of beautiful eyes became indifferent, looking at Mei Zi calmly for a long time, then suddenly tilted his head and smiled interestingly.

"Are you questioning me?"

Mei Zijiu's face changed slightly.

He seemed to want to say something, but Suning didn't give him a chance to explain, and directly blocked his words——

"You want to know why I know this, and you want to ask why I don't tell you clearly. In this way, you won't be so embarrassed. Maybe you will still have the Holy Father, and ask me why I know such a big thing. One person hides it privately, otherwise maybe more people will be saved?”

She raised her lips in a sneer, her voice cold.

She said: "Why do you think I would do this? We are strangers, and I am doing my best to remind you."

"Even if I really tell you everything, will you believe it? Will others believe it?"

"Do you think I'm a ruthless person who can predict things in advance, or do you think I'm an alarmist psychopath?"

What is the answer to this.

In fact, the two of them knew everything in their hearts.

In the peaceful era before the apocalypse, who would have thought that the zombie apocalypse in novels and movies would appear in reality?
  Moreover.

Suning thought more than Mei Zijiu. It didn't matter if she was wrong in predicting this kind of thing, but if it was right and it was still such a big disaster, then she would definitely attract the attention of the country. She had no interest in sacrificing herself to benefit others.

Why?

She looked at Mei Zijiu coldly, the impatience in her eyes getting deeper and deeper, "Do you understand? Get out of the way if you understand!"

Mei Zijiu slowly closed her eyes, and when Suning was about to leave, she held her hand and spoke in a hoarse voice -

"Suning, that's not what I meant."

He stared at the girl in front of him.

She was still wearing white pajamas, with small white bows on the cotton and linen pajamas. This was a very girly outfit, but it did not detract from her indifference.

Her facial features are still the same as when she first met her. Even though her skin and appearance are becoming more and more refined, the girlish aura she had when they first met her still remains. This has nothing to do with aura, but only stems from her body shape and appearance.

When Suning smiled, it was as gentle as water. The aura around her was indeed as sharp as a sword, which could make anyone looking at her bleed.

For example, for him, his whole body felt as if his flesh and blood had been cut open by the sword condensed by her aura, but the most severe pain was not in his whole body.

But it is his heart.

Mei Zijiu's eyes suddenly felt hot, and he laughed self-deprecatingly, "Forget it, no matter how much I tell you, you won't believe it, but the way you don't believe anyone is really sad. I thought you were willing to come to save me. I am reluctant to die!"

The moment he woke up again, he was really ecstatic.

He was even thinking that maybe this was the so-called fate, an irresistible gift given by fate, that allowed Suning to save her in such a harsh situation by an incomparable coincidence.

If it had been anyone else, he would have died.

If it were another person, he wouldn't hand over all his property, and that person might not risk the zombie attack.

Even if he came, he could not guess the password of his villa and could not successfully rescue him.

——All the insignificant details became a coincidence, and then allowed him to seize this doomed apocalypse.

But now, looking at Suning's cold and calm face, Mei Zijiu finally discovered his own sentimentality. He let go of his hand with some self-mockery, said nothing more, and quietly returned to his room with a hint of tiredness in his peach blossom eyes.

Made a video call.

In the video, he is still handsome, but with a slightly pale and tired face.

"Father, let someone pick me up."

Suning's back was slightly stiff.

She didn't look back at Mei Zijiu's face, but she could hear the footsteps gradually leaving until the door next door was closed.

Suning pursed her lips, her delicate face still indifferent, but her brows were furrowed.

My unhappy mood was now even more irritable.

——She is no longer the girl who only had a vague understanding of emotions in her previous life. She is more keenly aware of Mei Zijiu's emotions than anyone else, and has been deliberately avoiding them. She even breathed a sigh of relief when he left. .

but.

Still a little annoying.

She walked out with a cold face, thinking whether saving Mei Zijiu was a wrong choice, but if the time was turned back, she might still save her.

Not because of her Holy Mother, or because she had any special feelings for him.

the reason is simple--

If someone is willing to entrust his property to her before he dies, and she can do it without being in danger, she will be happy to help. But where should he go after saving her? She is just doing it, not being stupid. good old man.

Moreover, Mei Zijiu's background is in the military, which is only good for her but not bad, so she still needs to have a good relationship.

——This is the most important!

She thought lightly, and as soon as she went out, she saw Luo Jin playing with the dog on the sofa, and she suddenly felt her head hurt even more.

And this one!

"It's dawn now. Don't stay here all the time. I'll take you back to your brother's place now. Let's go."

The young man playing with the dog on the sofa was combing his hair and pausing his fingers slightly.

He pursed his lips and said, "Sister, I can go back and I will never stay with you, but I still haven't kept my promise to you..."

Agreement?

Suning frowned slightly, with confusion in her eyes, because she did not remember that there was some kind of agreement between herself and Luo Jin.

Moreover.

Luo Jin is just an ordinary person, what agreement can he make with himself?
  Luo Jin's cheeks turned slightly red, and he couldn't help lowering his head, and subconsciously hugged the Samoyed in his arms tightly, his tone unsteady.

"That's right, I said I can let you touch your abdominal muscles, sister..."

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