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

The journey went smoothly to the front of the market. After paying the deposit, the two of them walked to the familiar stall, only to find that the two of them from yesterday were no longer there.

Song Jinhe frowned in confusion, approached a man on duty with a gun and asked, "Excuse me, where is Jiang Xu?"

The gunman looked down at her: "What do you want from our boss?"

"I made a promise to him yesterday to come and buy searchlights today, but when I looked for him I found that he was not at the stall."

The gunman nodded and pointed at the tent in the center of the market: "I'm resting in the tent."

Song Jinhe thanked him, and then followed Cheng Qianhuai to the tent.

There was a large open space around the tent, and the stalls did not reach the periphery of the tent. The noisy hawking sounds around the tent were much weaker at this moment.

The tent is not too small. It looks like a tent for camping outdoors. It is enough to hold a lot of furniture.

Song Jinhe stepped forward and was about to ask, when he heard unbearable crying, low gasping and whimpering.

A few black lines slipped from her forehead.

If nothing else, it's a bit embarrassing.

"How about we take a walk outside for a while and come back later."

She rubbed her head helplessly and led Cheng Qianhuai away.

The two wandered around for nearly an hour. Seeing that their backpacks were already filled, Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai came to the tent again, and this time they heard a crisp slap.

Song Jinhe frowned, but heard Wen Qiao's tearful scolding and Jiang Xu's low-pitched coaxing.

"Jiang Xu, get away! Don't touch even a finger of mine for a month!"

She was crying, but the other party still patiently patted her back.

"It's my fault. I promise I won't make you cry next time. I was wrong, okay? My little princess?"

Song Jinhe was a little embarrassed, and the corner of his mouth twitched. He cleared his throat and said, "Um, hello. I'm the one who wanted to buy a searchlight yesterday. Is it convenient for us to talk?"

Immediately after her words fell, there was another crisp slap. Jiang Xu seemed to whisper something again, and Wen Qiao's cry subsided.

"coming."

The curtain of the tent was opened, and under the light, the print of the slap on Jiang Xu's face became clearer and clearer.

Not one of the five finger marks is missing.

Song Jinhe subconsciously felt his teeth ache, but there was nothing strange on Jiang Xu's face. He took out a small cart from behind with 10 searchlights on it.

"Ten pounds of grain, this is my biggest concession."

He pointed to the searchlight behind him: "The quality is incredible. It has never been soaked by rain. Once you use it, you will know how good it is."

Song Jinhe shook his head: "7 pounds."

"No, it's too little. 10 pounds is 10 pounds."

"Eight pounds, this is my biggest concession. If you don't sell me these things, they will just eat dust in the warehouse, right?"

Instead of wasting them, you might as well sell them to me so that you can have more food. "

Jiang Xu glanced at Cheng Qianhuai, then at Song Jinhe, and rubbed his temples a little irritably: "OK, 8 pounds is just 8 pounds."

The next moment, Cheng Qianhuai immediately took out a bag of Chen rice from his backpack. Jiang Xu took it and weighed it with a sneer.

"You really came prepared. You planned to give me 8 pounds from the beginning, right?"

Song Jinhe chuckled, grabbed the cart and was about to leave: "Just think of this cart as a gift. We can't move these searchlights home, so you can make room by giving them to us."

Jiang Xu was choked by her shamelessness, but he didn't bother to argue too much with her.

Watching the two of them turn and leave, he looked them both up and down and stopped them: "Wait a moment, what are your surnames?"

Song Jinhe turned to look at him: "Is something wrong?"

Jiang Xu curled his lips and smiled, looking as gentle as jade and like a handsome gentleman. It's a pity that in the apocalypse, no one dares to trust others easily.

"It's nothing, I'm just asking you on behalf of my wife. She doesn't have many friends. If you want, you can come over often to chat with her and hang out."

When Song Jinhe thought of the stunningly beautiful Wen Qiao, he had no resistance at all.

It's just that she's here to make a deal, not make friends.

Both parties don't know much about each other's situation, so how can they talk about chatting and shopping?

Song Jinhe nodded casually in agreement, but did not take this matter to heart.

She won't trust anyone gullibly. A deal is just a deal. If they want to use tricks to get more benefits from her, she will fight back with all her strength.

Jiang Xu naturally knew that she was just perfunctory, so he didn't say much and walked quickly back to the tent.

Wen Qiao's nose and eye sockets were red, and his body was covered with messy red marks. When he saw him, he subconsciously shrank into the quilt.

"I want to take a shower."

Jiang Xu sighed: "Okay, I'll wash it for you. You don't have much strength now. It will be bad if you fall."

Wen Qiao was like a formidable enemy: "I don't want you to wash me. Are you giving me a bath?"

It's clear that he is blatantly taking advantage!

Why did she become childhood sweethearts with this man? It’s really too bad!

Seeing her face full of resistance, Jiang Xu had to agree obediently, but Wen Qiao asked about Song Jinhe's situation.

"Did she say she came to play with me?"

Jiang Xu shook his head slightly and handed her a glass of water to moisten her throat.

"No, her time with us is too short. It's normal for her not to trust us."

Wen Qiao flattened his mouth in displeasure: "I haven't met someone so close to me in a long time. Next time she comes, just ask her to come to me and I will get along with her."

Jiang Xu helped her rub her sore waist, and Wen Qiao yawned comfortably.

"You two are not the same kind of people. She is obviously more thoughtful than you, and she has probably seen blood on her hands.

You like her, but she may not be able to play with you.

If you deliberately contact her, she may think you have ulterior motives, and in the end I'm afraid she won't be willing to come to our market. "

Wen Qiao frowned a little aggrievedly: "Humph, it's all your fault. There are only men in the team, and there isn't even a little sister to talk to me!

No one listens to all my grievances, I hate you so much! "

Jiang Xu looked helpless: "It's my fault, but I never seem to have wronged you, right? Why do you still want to complain to her?"

Wen Qiao turned to look at him in disbelief, pulled off the quilt and let him look carefully at the hickeys on her white and tender skin: "Isn't this called wronging me?"

Jiang Xu burst out laughing, but his voice was a little hoarse: "Honey, this is not called grievance, this is called fun."

Wen Qiao rolled her eyes at him. The fatigue on her body made her head a little dizzy, and she fell asleep not long after, and was then picked up and put into the bathtub.

The warm water washed away his smell from her body, and someone outside the tent whispered: "Boss, we found the address of the couple."

"Where?"

"Building 3, Jinyuan Belvedere, Western Suburbs."

Jiang Xu kept moving his hands: "Yes, I understand."

Whatever Wen Qiao wants, he will help her get it, whether it's friends or anything else.