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

"I'm just saying this once, don't provoke me with such ridiculous tricks in the future, otherwise you will only end up worse than the building manager.

Understand? "

These people nodded sharply, and their uncontrollable fear made them take two steps back, almost unsteady.

Song Jinhe nodded with satisfaction: "That's pretty much it. Don't violate my taboos in the future. I don't want to have anything to do with you on the 18th floor. If you insist on seeking death, you can come and knock on my door."

Seeing that the threat was in place, she put away the smile on her face and took the sack from Cheng Qianhuai's hand, and the two returned home together.

After walking into the security door, Cheng Qianhuai placed his raft in the corridor, then unloaded a mountaineering bag from his shoulder and handed it to Song Jinhe.

"For me? Didn't I tell you not to use it?"

Song Jinhe was a little helpless. She didn't want to admit his love, but the man's amber eyes stared at her pitifully, and his delicate handsome face was like a big killer. She couldn't say anything worse. Say no.

"I'm not trying to make you owe me anything, I just hope to give you a better life within my ability.

Since we have a united front to fight against them, it proves that the two of us are already comrades in arms, right? Can you please not reject me? "

Cheng Qianhuai looked at Song Jinhe's soft face, deliberately making himself look more pitiful, staring at her unblinkingly, as if she would hit her to death if she didn't agree to him.

As expected, Song Jinhe was more willing to accept soft things than hard things. He reluctantly took the hiking bag and left a message: "Okay, I will exchange it with you for something else. You go home and pack it up first."

After saying that, she took the bag home, opened it and looked at it, but she still couldn't help but exclaimed.

Sanitary napkins, pajamas, baby warmers, brown sugar ginger tea, painkillers, mineral water, bread, compressed biscuits, and even some snack biscuits that girls love to eat.

Cheng Qianhuai never asked her if she wanted it, he would just present it to her directly if he thought it was good.

This man is indeed sincere, sincere and passionate.

Song Jinhe put the things into the space and then began to select things that could be given to Cheng Qianhuai.

After picking and choosing, she took a fan of waxed pork ribs and a small bag of mung beans and a small bag of soybeans.

Bacon is relatively durable in storage, and eating bread, biscuits and the like all the time is not enough in terms of nutrition. Eating some bacon can also improve your diet.

Mung beans and soybeans can produce bean sprouts, which are also considered fresh vegetables. Being able to eat crispy bean sprouts in the last days is a rare treat.

Carrying his things, Song Jinhe knocked on 1801's door. He had already changed his clothes and was now wearing a navy blue sweater and a pair of black trousers.

"Come in and sit down. I'm preparing dinner for two. I was planning to call you."

Cheng Qianhuai curled his lips and smiled, but frowned slightly when he saw the thing in Song Jinhe's hand.

"Are you planning to give me something and then end the relationship?"

Song Jinhe smiled: "Didn't you say that we are friends and comrades-in-arms? This is just a communication between friends. Why are you so sensitive?"

Seeing that what he said became her excuse, Cheng Qianhuai felt a little depressed, but after thinking for a moment, he still took the thing from her hand.

"You can stroll around and I'll cook."

He carried the ribs into the kitchen, but suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.

Although Song Jinhe was eager to return his favor, wasn't this a connection in disguise?

The relationship between him and her will always be slowly drawn closer as they go back and forth.

Thinking of this, his movements became more relaxed. He cut the ribs and stir-fried them with dried chili peppers. The aroma soon came out, and the greedy Song Jinhe's mouth watered.

She has a lot of supplies, but due to poor cooking skills, she can barely eat the food according to the ingredient list.

But Cheng Qianhuai's craftsmanship is really good. After all, she is drooling just thinking about the bowl of egg fried rice last time.

Song Jinhe sat on the sofa and didn't wait long before the food came out of the pot. Cheng Qianhuai also came over and called her to have dinner.

Although it is not as delicious as the richness before the end of the world, it can be seen that he is very attentive.

Spicy stir-fried pork ribs, stir-fried cabbage with garlic sausage, stir-fried carrots, and the staple food is a bowl of fragrant white rice.

"The harvest was pretty good this time. I found cabbage and carrots. These two vegetables are relatively easy to store, so I brought them back."

Cheng Qianhuai pushed the spicy stir-fried pork ribs in front of Song Jinhe: "Eat more, I should be pretty good at it."

Song Jinhe was not disappointed. He took the rice and ate it all without any ceremony. Finally, he touched his bulging belly and wiped his mouth with satisfaction.

"I wish I could cook as delicious as you."

She sighed helplessly, but heard Cheng Qianhuai's deep voice: "I can cook it for you in the future. Tell me what you want to eat, and I will let you eat it no matter what."

Song Jinhe was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it again and again, he finally asked the question that he had been wondering about for a long time.

"You said that we are high school classmates, but I always feel that you are a little too nice to me. Apart from this relationship, do we have any other intersections?"

Cheng Qianhuai paused while collecting the dishes and thought for a moment before shaking his head.

"No, just classmates."

His throat rolled, but he didn't dare to raise his eyes to look at Song Jinhe.

The other party did not continue to ask questions, but said goodbye to him and went home.

Hearing the door closing, Cheng Qianhuai sighed, but his mind was in a mess.

He didn't know how he should explain his feelings for her to Song Jinhe.

After entering high school, the girl's liveliness and charm attracted him, who fell into the abyss. Therefore, even though he transferred to another school and left, he would still look for opportunities to inquire into her life, hiding in dark corners and watching her every move.

This is not what a normal person would do. If she knew about it, she would definitely hate him and stay away from him, so he did not dare to mention these things.

How can a beggar who grew up in fetid mud plot against a holy angel? After all, he had a dirty mind and was unwilling to be a stranger to her for the rest of his life.

He was indeed trapped in this unfamiliar home by a heavy rain accident. Everything seemed to be a blessing from God, and it actually gave him a chance to interact with her.

Thinking of this, Cheng Qianhuai sighed helplessly.

It was his wishful thinking, wanting to get closer, and then get closer.

After returning home, Song Jinhe escaped into the space to take care of the cabbage and small animals.

She had no intention of exploring Cheng Qianhuai's past, nor did she want to delve into his secrets, so she knew how to stop there.

As long as this man is harmless to her, living with a strong man is only good for her and has no harm.

After putting new feed for the chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, and watering the cabbages, Song Jinhe suddenly thought of something and quickly moved out of the space to put the pickled grass carp into the space.

We had enough dinner at Cheng Qianhuai's house, so this fish will be ready for lunch at noon tomorrow.

Song Jinhe clapped his hands with satisfaction, then left the space and lay on the bed for a good sleep.