What's wrong with being cold-blooded in the end times? Anyone who messes with my wife will die.

After a busy day, it's already noon.

As soon as Song Shu entered the living room, he began to take off his windbreaker. He smelled the smell and threw it on the ground with a bit of disgust. Then two clean windbreakers fell on the sofa.

Fu Ying looked at it and said, "If you are always so extravagant, you will soon need a whole building to store your clothes. Now that you can use water, you should wash them."

Song Shu changed into slippers and ran to the bedroom to get clothes. Hearing this, he glanced at her and snorted, "You wash it."

Fu Ying: “Why?”

Song Shu winked at her: "Because you live here and don't pay for rent, food and clothes~"

Fu Ying: "..."

She watched Song Shu go into the bathroom, put his clothes away, and then gently close the door, shaking her head helplessly.

In today's apocalyptic world, money is just a decoration. Food, water and safe shelter are the most important.

However, once basic survival needs are met in a base, entertainment needs, emotional needs and physiological needs will also be put on the agenda.

Based on past life experience, Fu Ying believes that this world will not usher in a new peaceful order.

Because the monsters are getting stronger day by day, and the number of living people is decreasing day by day, they fight among themselves for survival.

She stood in the living room for a while, then heard the sound of water in the bathroom. Suddenly she remembered lunch, and walked to the bathroom, looking at the shadows inside.

"What are you having for lunch?" she asked.

Song Shu's muffled voice came from the bathroom: "Cook some rice, heat up the roast chicken, and open two cans of luncheon meat."

Fu Ying said, "We found some frozen spareribs. Do you like sweet and sour pork or braised pork? We have some radishes at home, or would you like to make some soup?"

Song Shu seemed to think for a few seconds before he said, "Then let's make some soup. Thank you, Fu Ying."

"Yeah." Fu Ying said.

She turned and walked towards the refrigerator, took out the ingredients, and heard some chaotic noises coming from outside the door.

"Fu Ying, look." Fu Ying opened the door and came to the corridor. Gu Zhenyan and Wang Sheng were lying by the corridor window, looking down. "The people in Building No. 5 are coming out to bask in the sun."

"They are quite idle. A lot of them hid in the house pretending not to be there. Now that they see that the community is temporarily safe, they come out to bask in the sun." Wang Sheng sighed.

"Where is Song Shu?" Gu Zhenyan asked, glancing towards the door.

Fu Ying stood at the door, staring at them expressionlessly.

The two boys wisely shut up and fled to the other side of the corridor, while discussing what to eat for lunch and scolding the useless guy in Building No. 5.

Fu Ying took a few steps toward the corridor window. From her direction, she could only see the space a little to the north of Building No. 3. Five or six people came to Building No. 3 and entered the gate.

Fu Ying also saw someone in the corridor window of Building No. 1 opposite. Yu Yi was observing the situation downstairs from the corridor window on the 14th floor. When he saw Fu Ying appear, he nodded at her.

Fu Ying retreated silently, returned to the living room and closed the door.

Since her rebirth, she has met several acquaintances. If it weren't for Song Shu, she would have directly eliminated the trouble.

Just because you don't attack doesn't mean it will always be like this in the future.

Now that you have been reborn, you must control your temper and find the most critical moment.

It is not time yet, because the Freedom Camp has not appeared yet.

……

Song Shu came out of the shower, put on a long nightgown, and stretched his limbs. The smell of roast chicken was already filling the kitchen.

She ran over happily, intending to cut a piece to taste first. A wisp of black mist stuck to the plate directly, flew over the pot and landed on the other side.

"The rice is not ready yet, don't rush." ​​Fu Ying said as she put the ribs into the second rice cooker and turned around to glance at Song Shu.

"How do you communicate with them?"

Song Shu said: "At three o'clock in the afternoon, I will go to Bo Li to talk about what happened during this period."

Fu Ying said: "Well, I'll go with you then."

Song Shu tugged at her clothes and said, "You should take a shower too. I'll watch the pot."

When Fu Ying approached her body, he could smell a very refreshing lemon scent, which made him feel much more comfortable.

"Okay, I'll go wash too."

Fu Ying took off her coat and went straight into the bathroom. She quickly took off the rest of her clothes and turned on the hot water to take a shower.

The heat in the bathroom had not yet dissipated, and Fu Ying also saw that the clothes that Song Shu had just changed were placed in the red basin above the washing machine.

Warm water drops fell on her skin. Fu Ying reached out and grasped the edge of the red basin, lowered her eyes to stare at the clothes inside, and tears slowly rolled in her throat.

She pushed the red basin back.

Song Shu leaned on the sofa, put on a movie disc, opened a can of sparkling wine and drank it slowly until Fu Ying spoke in the bathroom.

"Xiao Shu."

Song Shu immediately straightened up and responded loudly: "What's wrong?"

The person inside was silent for a few seconds before he spoke reluctantly, "I have no clean...clothes left."

Song Shu stood up and walked to the bathroom without thinking: "It doesn't matter, I can just make a clean copy of the one you wore this morning, right?"

Fu Ying: "Well, you want to see them too, right?"

Song Shu: "Yes, then take out the clothes and show them to me."

Although she had some impression of the clothes Fu Ying wore, she was still not sure about the sizes of the more private parts, so she had to touch the real thing before copying it.

There was no sound in the bathroom. Song Shu saw a figure moving inside. Fu Ying's voice came again: "How about this... I'm washing my hair. I can't give it to you. Just come in. The door is not locked."

Song Shu didn't think much about it: "Okay, then I'll come in."

She pushed the door open directly, and the oncoming hot mist blocked her vision. Song Shu quickly closed the door for fear that the heat would escape, and subconsciously reached for the wall where clothes were placed, but found nothing.

"Huh? Fu Ying, where are your clothes?" She turned around and stretched out her hand to grab them in the air casually.

In the mist, Fu Ying's front suddenly appeared before his eyes, and Song Shu's hand touched her smooth and firm skin.

Song Shu gasped, withdrew his hand helplessly, and hurriedly covered his eyes: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"

She heard Fu Ying laugh softly.

"We are all girls, what can't we see?"

Yes, that’s right… Wouldn’t it be a sign of guilt if I covered my eyes?

Song Shu thought so and put down his hand. What came into his sight was Fu Ying's beautiful abdominal muscles. Then he looked up -

Fu Ying calmly observed where Song Shu's gaze rested. She stretched out her arm and handed the clothes to Song Shu, who was still staring at her body.

"Wake up." Fu Ying said, "I know I have a good figure, you don't have to stare at me like that."

"What - what! I don't have it!" Song Shu's face turned red visibly. She hurriedly snatched the clothes from Fu Ying's hand, made a new copy and placed it on the shelf beside the wall.

Seeing her turn around and leave, Fu Ying asked, "My clothes are not clean, do you want to take them too?"

Song Shu suddenly realized and found that he was still holding Fu Ying's clothes in his arms. He didn't dare to look up at anyone and threw the clothes directly into the washing machine.

But those clothes were thrown into the red basin - where he kept his small clothes. Song Shu didn't care about that and hurriedly opened the bathroom door to escape the scene.

"Plop!" The cotton slippers on the left foot were directly immersed in the deeper water, which was a double whammy.

Song Shu threw away his cotton slippers, picked them up and rushed out of the bathroom, but the door was not closed. He turned back and pulled the door, which made a loud "bang"!

"..."

Fu Ying was in a very good mood. Even though the water in the heater had cooled down quickly, she just rinsed her body slowly, changed her clothes and went out.

There was no one in the living room, so Fu Ying pushed open the bedroom door and found a big white ball buried on the bed.

"…The meal will be ready soon, you don't want to eat?"

Bai Tuanzi ignored her.

Fu Ying sat directly beside the bed and said lightly:

"Why, are you embarrassed about seeing someone else's body?"