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

After adding ketchup and honey mustard sauce, Song Jinhe put on his gloves and chewed wildly, feeling the aroma of the meat juice exploding in his mouth as he chewed continuously.

"Hurry up and eat too, you're welcome."

Song Jinhe asked Cheng Qianhuai to take down his chopsticks, but his speed did not slow down at all. All kinds of food on the table were quickly swept away.

Both of them were eating to their heart's content, and seemed a little languid and unwilling to move.

Cheng Qianhuai looked at Song Jinhe's round little face and said with interest: "Do you think I will always be with you from now on?

After all, the reason why I am popular and drink spicy food now is because I hugged your thigh. "

Song Jinhe stuffed a cherry tomato into his mouth: "That's natural, I don't give you these things for free, you should be of use to me.

In order for you to continue to live such a good life in the future, I advise you to be my little brother and not go west when I ask you to go east. "

Cheng Qianhuai bent his eyes and smiled: "Can I only be the younger brother? Can't I be anything else?"

"What? You still want to take my place as the big brother? Isn't it too beautiful?"

Song Jinhe rolled his eyes and pulled the plate with fruit towards him: "Space binding is basically a master-servant agreement, and you can't hurt me in any way.

Even wanting to reveal this secret is simply impossible.

You'd better be obedient from now on, otherwise I will definitely make your life uncomfortable. "

Looking at her slightly angry face, Cheng Qianhuai quickly raised the white flag: "I will definitely ride for you."

After hearing what he said, Song Jinhe leaned back on the chair and stuffed cherry tomatoes into his mouth.

"When do you think Deng Qilin will attack us? I think he may not be able to wait any longer."

Although the 18th floor is unwilling to compete with other survivors for anything, it is always targeted by some people with evil intentions because of its own material reserves.

It used to be Zhao Yiming, but she used a gun to force back the survivors of Building 3 who were coveting the supplies on the 18th floor, but Deng Qilin was obviously more skilled than the two building managers in Building 3.

Cheng Qianhuai shook his head slightly when he heard this: "Who knows, this time it may be a tough battle, and the two of us must be fully prepared.

Once 1701 downstairs reveals the news about us to Deng Qilin, I'm afraid he won't be able to control his thoughts. "

Song Jinhe rubbed his eyes, kept moving his hands, and kept stuffing cherry tomatoes into his mouth: "The two of us can't fight directly this time. The weapons in their hands may not be inferior to ours. If we really fight, I'm afraid we will suffer a loss. It's still the 18th floor.

After all, we have to make them lose a few people without realizing it. This can also reduce a lot of pressure on the two of us. "

"You mean, use some small means to get rid of a few people first?

But it is a bit unrealistic for us to sneak into their home. They are always wary of using other methods. Whether we can succeed depends on luck. "

Cheng Qianhuai looked at Song Jinhe's cunning expression and sighed helplessly: "What other evil ideas do you have? Tell me about it?"

Song Jinhe chuckled: "I can't say how useful it is, it just depends on whether they are greedy or not."

She took Cheng Qianhuai into the space and found the sausages on the shelves that she had searched for in the mountains.

"Do you think they'll want to eat it?"

Cheng Qianhuai looked at these well-stored sausages and smiled: "I definitely want to eat them. Who wouldn't want to eat meat?"

Satisfied, Song Jinhe pulled off a long string of sausages from the shelf, stuffed them into a plastic bag, and walked out of the space with Cheng Qianhuai.

"Since he gave us a gift, we on the 18th floor naturally have to return the gift, otherwise how rude would it look?

These sausages are just enough for the brothers to eat together. If I add some seasonings to them, they can satisfy a few greedy ones. "

She took out the sleeping pill from the space and sprinkled it on the skin of the sausage, then steamed it in the pot again until all the powder was absorbed by the sausage.

"Even if they suspect us of poisoning, as long as I have space, I'm not afraid that these people will find out anything."

With a sneer on his lips, Song Jinhe took the drugged sausage Shi Shiran downstairs and handed it to 1701.

She didn't dare to go directly to the door to deliver it. If the group of people detained her, she would have no choice but to go home.

Asking 1701 to send it over, she didn't believe that Deng Qilin would not come to her door.

After telling Xu Qingkang to deliver the things to Deng Qilin, Song Jinhe stayed at Cheng Qianhuai's house and waited for him to come to his door.

Sure enough, within 10 minutes, someone knocked on the security door. Through the peephole, it was Deng Qilin who was followed by three younger brothers. It was obvious that he was not a simple person.

Song Jinhe was not in a hurry to open the door. He just said from inside the door: "Director Deng, what's the reason for you coming to our 18th floor?"

Deng Qilin was wearing a heavy cotton coat, wrapped up like a rice dumpling, and stood in front of the door breathing heavily.

"Ms. Song, you are so generous, you just sent us so many hot sausages.

It's just that you didn't accept the supplies I gave you. I can't take your stuff from the 18th floor, right?

I'm coming over here to bring the sausage back to you. "

Song Jinhe looked at Deng Qilin through the peephole, but his voice was no different: "What's the point? Your anti-inflammatory medicine is too precious, and we don't dare to accept it.

We found these sausages from the mountains. There are a lot of them, and they are not a strange thing. It would be good for you and your brothers to try them out. "

Deng Qilin laughed twice and cursed in his heart, but he did not dare to say it openly.

Although they and the 18th floor seemed calm on the surface, who didn't know that the other party had evil intentions?

Both sides are wary of each other and plotting against each other. If one wrong move is made, everything will be lost.

"It's really not necessary. We won't take advantage of you two. You'd better take this thing back."

As he said this, he hung the sausage on the security door and turned to leave, but the saliva he kept swallowing revealed his true thoughts.

Who wouldn’t want to eat it? Although he has a lot of supplies in his hands, he hasn't touched meat for a long time.

It's a pity that the attitude on the 18th floor is obviously that of a weasel giving New Year greetings to a chicken, and he really doesn't dare to eat it.

Song Jinhe opened the door a crack: "Don't go, Mr. Deng. We on the 18th floor also intend to make friends with you. If you are not willing to accept this thing, aren't you giving us back our feelings?"

She stood in front of the door with a smile and took out a piece of sausage from the black plastic bag in front of the four people. In fact, it was a clean sausage taken out from the space under the cover of the plastic bag.

"This is a stick I took at random. If you don't accept such a delicious thing, you are really alienated from us."

She took a bite directly, and the fat in the sausage splashed out, and the rich salty aroma collided between her lips and teeth, which was extremely tempting.

The four people in Building 7 watched helplessly as Song Jinhe swallowed a piece of sausage. He had swallowed the saliva so many times that his eyes almost fell out.