Zombies of the new age are troubled

Chapter 29
"Who messed with our Ling beauty, tell me and listen."

Zhao Ling rolled his eyes, "Don't meddle in other people's business, what does it have to do with you?"

She was in a very upset mood at the moment, and everyone was upset. She prepared to speak harshly, but she punched the cotton in the end. It's not bad if there is no internal injury.

The man walked over with a playful smile as if he didn't hear it, "I heard that women grow old quickly when they get angry."

Zhao Lingpi smiled and said, "If you're not angry, you'll grow old quickly."

The man's smiling face froze, and a dark light flashed in his eyes, "Then the two of us would like to match more."

Zhao Ling didn't want to pay attention at all, if the man with the dog skin plaster left quickly on his bicycle.

The man looked at Zhao Ling's back with a greedy expression. This woman is delicious, and he likes it. Sooner or later, he will make this woman kneel and beg for mercy.

According to the usual practice, Wang Xiaolu distributed the newspapers in the fourth building at the end. The only difference was that this time she did not distribute from the top floor to the first floor.

As soon as she entered the fourth building, she distributed the No. 2 newspaper first, and then distributed it from the top floor to the bottom floor.

Work went very well today.

After Wang Xiaolu finished work, she rode her bicycle back to the place where she lived, and she had just left the community.

"Squeak" sound.

Wang Xiaolu stopped quickly after the car kept shaking.

She got out of the car and saw that several nails were pierced under her tires, and the two tires were not leaking at all.

Wang Xiaolu looked around, okay!She didn't know anyone, so she could only resign herself to her fate and walk back with her bicycle on her shoulders.

She passed by a bicycle repairer on the way, but she didn't stop. She had no choice but to go back and ask her tutor for help.

When Wang Xiaolu walked to a crossroad and was waiting for the traffic light, there was an old woman on crutches standing next to her, and two young men standing beside her.

The old grandma was leaning on a cane in one hand, and carrying a large bag of things in the other hand, probably going shopping.

The bag looked very heavy, and it took a lot of effort for the grandmother to carry it.

The red light has passed and the green light is about to turn on.

When the two boys changed the lights, they talked and laughed and walked away quickly.

Because Wang Xiaolu was wearing sunglasses and a mask, if he didn't watch her walk carefully, he wouldn't be able to tell that she was a zombie. She walked behind the two young men.

She remembered that the fat teacher had told them countless times that humans are tired of zombies. If you leave the zombie school and enter the society, you must remember not to meddle in human affairs. help you guys.

Wang Xiaolu acted on the attitude that more things are worse than less things, and she quickly walked across the road. She couldn't help but look back. The old woman was walking towards this side step by step, leaning on a cane and struggling to carry her things.

The time for the green light is very long, but the speed of the old lady is too slow, she only walked halfway, and the light is about to change soon.

Wang Xiaolu pursed her lips, and finally followed her heart. She put down the bicycle on her shoulders and walked towards the old woman in the middle of the sidewalk.

"I'll help you." The low voice warmed the old man's heart.

"Good boy, thank you." According to Wang Xiaolu, he is more than nine years old, less than ten years old, and his voice is still in the zombie voice change period, which is similar to the human voice change period, and still a little immature.

Wang Xiaolu reached out and took the bag that the grandmother was carrying, and was about to walk forward, but after thinking about it, he turned around again.

"I'll carry you over, so that the speed can be a little faster."

Wang Xiaolu said, without waiting for the old man to speak, he picked up the old man with one hand.

　. . . . .I'm drunk too
　　
　
(End of this chapter)