Something's wrong with the little monster I picked up

Two rows of teeth marks were left on Meng Zhao's hands, as evidence of someone's sharp teeth.

Ah Ling only heard afterwards that Meng Zhao had snatched her life back. If Meng Zhao hadn't helped her with emergency treatment on the way, she would not have made it back to the base.

From this point of view, Meng Zhao kindly rescued her, but she bit her back, the farmer and the snake, Mr. Dong Guo and the wolf, and I can add another sentence later, Meng Zhao and A Ling.

When Ah Ling was finally able to get down to the ground on the crutch and greet everyone with a hoarse voice, she was the first to enter Meng Zhao's room.

Meng Zhao's room was too boring, and Ah Ling had nowhere to rest her eyes, so she couldn't be blamed for seeing Meng Zhao's hand at the first sight.

Meng Zhao's hands are not small, and his fingers are even longer. They are not as delicate and soft as women's hands. It may be because of holding guns all year round.But Ah Ling thought it was pretty good-looking, powerful and safe at first sight.

Now, there are still bruised teeth marks on this pretty hand, it seems that she really bit it hard.

No wonder Meng Zhao ignored her these days.

"How's your hand?" Ah Ling was a little embarrassed.

Meng Zhao raised his hand and looked at it slowly, as if it was the first time A Ling told her that she found the tooth marks on his hand.

"I've always wanted to ask a question." Meng Zhao paused, looked away from his hand, and pinned it on A Ling's face, "Are you a dog?"

This person is scolding her!

Meng Zhao can actually curse?

Ah Ling was angry, didn't he agree to be a moral model, didn't he be strict with himself and treat others leniently, how could he still scold others?

"You are a dog, a dignified army elite, what do you look like when you talk like a dog?" A Ling asked coldly.

However, Ah Ling found out later that Meng Zhao, an elite, was fine in front of everyone else, but she was the only one who didn't pay much attention to her. Why did she finally stop pretending?

But there is no one who doesn't pretend to be alone with her, isn't this just picking soft persimmons?

A Ling was not affected by this anger.

She began to unilaterally draw a clear line with Meng Zhao. She saw this man's defenseless appearance and peeled off his elite skin. In fact, he was a local hooligan like her, which was meaningless!

Of course, the so-called clearing the line is limited to Ah Ling alone. She doesn't know if Meng Zhao has felt the subtle change in the aura between the two, but the others must not have noticed.

The current situation does not allow them to be pretentious here.

The final decisive battle began. Meng Zhao was one of Mu Yufeng's generals, the kind who wanted to lead people to the frontal battlefield.

Ah Ling's own strength is not high, she has always positioned herself as a person who relies on her brains and beauty, and her injuries are not yet healed, so she is naturally arranged by Mu Yufeng in the logistics.

Meng Zhao's team suffered heavy losses, and she herself was injured a little bit, but it was not as serious as A Ling's injury before.

Shelter 001 was taken down by them, a large number of people needed to be resettled urgently, and a large number of affairs needed to be arranged. Everyone was so busy that they did not touch the ground. Meng Zhao's injury was not worth mentioning at all. She is a military doctor herself. She can handle it by herself.

But she couldn't reach the wound on her back. At first she thought there was nothing wrong with it, but the consequence of neglecting to disinfect it was that she suddenly fell asleep overnight, and she became groggy.

The wound became infected and she developed a fever.

But she couldn't fall down. Tomorrow, Mu Yufeng was going to call the leaders of the temporary coalition army for a meeting, and she had to go to town.

According to Meng Zhao's experience, this kind of situation requires re-debridement, that is, to tear open the half-healed wound and clean it up, bandage it well, take anti-inflammatory drugs externally and internally, and then sleep well.

It's not difficult, but she can't reach her back, and in the middle of the night, she has to find someone to help, and it can't be known to everyone.

Meng Zhao knocked on the door of A Ling's room.

The sleepy-eyed A Ling opened the door, and she squeezed in with her feet up, and locked the door behind her back.

A Ling stood at the door, staring dumbfounded at Meng Zhao's series of operations. Her eyes told Meng Zhao that she was definitely thinking wrong.

Meng Zhao took out the debridement tools from his pocket and placed them all on A Ling's bedside table. With his back to her, he took off his shirt, pus and blood overflowed from the hastily treated wound on his back.

"Help me." Meng Zhao's voice was hot and hoarse.

Ah Ling was often injured, she knew what was going on at a glance, picked up the gauze and tweezers from the bedside table, and helped Meng Zhao treat the wound without saying a word.

"Hiss—" Meng Zhao couldn't help crying out in pain.

"Can't you be gentle?" Meng Zhao asked.

"Hey, Captain Meng is still afraid of pain? If you are afraid of pain, go to someone else, that's all I can do."

As Ah Ling said this, he managed to prevent Meng Zhao from having an attack, and his hands were actually lightened.

After Meng Zhao took the anti-inflammatory drug, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, which was a sign of the body dissipating heat and reducing fever.

"There is wind in the corridor, you are sweating, and the wind is not good on the way back." A Ling said.

Meng Zhao looked up at her.

A Ling cursed in her heart that she must be obsessed with ghosts, otherwise why would she see a sense of vulnerability from Meng Zhao, especially when she didn't speak and just looked up at A Ling, her sick eyes were wet, a little bit like normal It's all different.

"She needs me." This thought appeared in A Ling's mind unexpectedly, and she was startled.

So without knowing what happened, Meng Zhao slept on A Ling's bed in the middle of the night.

The wounded and sick slept soundly, but Ah Ling couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

The next day A Ling and Meng Zhao attended the conference together. Mu Yufeng announced that she was going to Youye's research institute to find a cure for the zombie virus. Those people really couldn't hold back, and almost expressed their resentment clearly on their faces. superior.

That group of people dared to laugh at Meng Zhao, what are they?

Ah Ling was furious, her face was already full of sharp angles, she was so beautiful and domineering, plus she didn't sleep well the night before, she was so fierce when she stared at people.

Everyone here may have selfish intentions, but Meng Zhao does not. Which one of them deserves to laugh at Meng Zhao?

Maybe it was because she didn't sleep well, but Ah Ling's temper was even bigger than before, and she lashed out at the group of people, as if she had vented all the depression that had been pent up in her heart for a long time.

Refreshed.

When she sat down, she glanced subconsciously, and found that Meng Zhao looked at her with complicated eyes.

Tsk, she defended Meng Zhao, she didn't mean it.

But whether it is intentional or not, it is hard to get rid of what is said, and everything depends on how the listener understands it.

Meng Zhao thanked her in private, and it was only then that Ah Ling realized belatedly that it seemed that no one really defended Meng Zhao all this time.

So Meng Zhao took her words very seriously.

Alling suffered from insomnia again.

How did it become like this?Didn't she hold her breath in the beginning to see Meng Zhao's jokes?

Why does she seem to feel sorry for Meng Zhao now?

A Ling found that she knew nothing about Meng Zhao's past, and she hated this man preconceivedly from the moment she met him, but the facts proved that her unreasonable hostility towards Meng Zhao seemed unnecessary.

She should try to understand Meng Zhao.

Here comes the opportunity. You Ye's experiment needs some chemical raw materials. It is not easy to find those things in this world. You need to know how to do it. So A Ling reconnected with his friends in the past.

It's not uncommon to be black and black in this business, and even Mu Yufeng and the others experienced it once. Meng Zhao proposed to accompany A Ling to find someone, and A Ling readily agreed.

Coming out of the contact station of the black market, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and the wind was like weeping in the silent wilderness. This time there were only two people in the car, A Ling and Meng Zhao.

What to talk about.

what's the topic?

Under normal circumstances, A Ling is very talkative. It is rare for such a situation where she has made up her mind to chat but doesn't know what to talk about. She gritted her teeth and planned to act according to experience.

"I heard that those who sit in the co-pilot seat are the closest people. When you were driving before, who did you take with you in this seat?" A Ling asked.

This opening is so bad, so bad that Ah Ling wanted to bite her tongue before she finished speaking. What is wrong with her asking about her relationship experience? Doesn't she know about Meng Zhao's relationship experience?

She loves the common people, loves the people!

"Before I met Mu Yufeng, I usually didn't drive," Meng Zhao said.

Ha, sure enough, chatting to death.

"Someone is driving, and I'm the one in the co-pilot." Meng Zhao said.

A Ling subconsciously nodded, and in the middle of the point, she suddenly felt something different from this sentence. After A Ling said the meaning of the co-pilot, why did Meng Zhao still emphasize that she was the one in the co-pilot?

A Ling looked at Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao put his hands on the steering wheel and didn't look at her.

Meng Zhao sighed softly, and she felt that she should tell Ah Ling something.

"I used to have a lover." Meng Zhao said.

A Ling coughed violently, she never expected Meng Zhao to have been in love, and she said it in such a nostalgic tone.

Why, the night is too lonely, making her miss the old man?

"Really, how did it become a thing of the past?" A Ling asked quietly after coughing, his tone was so sour that people couldn't bear to look directly at it.

"He's dead," Meng Zhao said.

There was silence in the car, and A Ling didn't know how to answer the conversation.

"He's my former teammate, yes, he's a man." Meng Zhao finally glanced at A Ling and smiled lightly, not knowing what he was laughing at.

"Oh." Ah Ling opened the car window to let the cold wind blow in. The car was so stuffy that she couldn't breathe.

"We were born and died together, and later we established the Self-Defense Force in Refuge 061. There were not many people left in our small team, but there were a lot of weapons left, so we built an arsenal in the refuge, using fingerprint locks... ..."

Those past events were told in detail, and Ah Ling just wanted to plug his ears.Obviously it was her who started it first, and she wanted to know about Meng Zhao's past, but now she regrets it and doesn't want to hear it at all.

What former lovers, I don't want to know at all.

"The fingerprint lock on the armory has the fingerprints of two people, mine and his."

"Later, there was a mutiny in shelter 061. I was outside, and he and a few brothers stayed inside. The weapon depot fell into the hands of the rebels, and he was killed."

Meng Zhao told a painful story in a few words. The heart-piercing pain she felt when she rushed into the refuge and witnessed all the tragedies was easily melted into these few words.

"I found his body. His index finger was chopped off. They didn't know which hand was fingerprinted, so they chopped off both of his index fingers."

"I...you..." Ah Ling didn't expect such a tragic story. When she thought of Meng Zhao going to experience such a tragic past, she didn't know what to say.

It seemed that she was suddenly deprived of the ability to speak, but her heart was really pulled together.

"I'm sorry." Allen said.

She didn't want to bring back these memories of Meng Zhao.

"It's okay, it's over," Meng Zhao said.

She buried her dead comrades in refuge 061 with her own hands, and then burned the entire refuge to ashes.

"It's all over," she said again.

The car was quiet, and the breathing of the two people could be heard clearly. The rest of the journey was silent, until the sky turned white and the roof of the research institute appeared in the distance.

Meng Zhao suddenly stopped the car.

"You seem to have misunderstood something," Meng Zhao said.

"I'm telling you this, not to prove anything. I said that it has passed, and it has passed. I have witnessed countless deaths, and there is no saying that any one is more painful than the other."

"I just feel there are some necessary issues that should be confessed before starting a relationship."

"Such as emotional experiences."

Meng Zhao looked at A Ling steadily, and A Ling's heart beat fast, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

What does Meng Zhao mean by these words, why do you have to confess your relationship experience, what does it mean to start a relationship, and what kind of relationship does it start?

Ah Ling's mind was like a lump of paste, she clearly understood every word Meng Zhao said, but she just couldn't understand it together.

Didn't Meng Zhao look down on her? Didn't she want to draw a line with Meng Zhao?Why does Meng Zhao's story line seem to speed up, but it doesn't bring her?

"A Ling, I..."

"I do not want to hear."

Meng Zhao's words were interrupted by Ah Ling in a panic before she could say them out of her mouth. She was taken aback for a moment, and could only smile: "Okay."

They returned to the institute as if nothing had happened.

But the world is materialistic, it’s not that Ah Ling pretends nothing happened and nothing really happened, Meng Zhao’s unfinished words dormant in her mind, jumping out from time to time to scare her.

She had to find a chance to make it clear to Meng Zhao that she didn't like Meng Zhao...

?

A Ling didn't seem to have that much confidence.

Youye's experiment was a great success. They triumphantly returned with the special medicine. With the joint efforts of Lin Jian and the chief engineer, Sanctuary 001 maintained a stable and unified situation. Zhao naturally took over the burden of managing the mess.

Everything was on the right track. That night, the half-sentence that was not finished seemed to disappear with the evening wind.

Does she like Meng Zhao?

Now it seems that I should like it, otherwise I wouldn't be able to let it go for so long.

A Ling should be a chic and unrestrained girl, she should wear bright makeup to show her charm everywhere, instead of looking forward and back and worrying like she is now.

What about Meng Zhao?After being rejected by A Ling, does she still like it?

This is a question worthy of entanglement, but Ah Ling is not a entangled person, and she cannot let Meng Zhao turn her heart upside down, but she retreats completely.She has always been vengeful, just like the last time she bit Meng Zhao's hand with teeth marks that would not fade away for a few days.

So, on an ordinary day, A Ling asked Meng Zhao out.

"I want to hear what you said last time." A Ling said.

"That night, I sat in the car outside the gate of the research institute." Afraid that Meng Zhao could not remember clearly, A Ling deliberately added a lot of adverbial words.

Meng Zhao pursed her lips. At that time, she wanted to say that A Ling didn't want to hear it, but now that A Ling wanted to hear it, did she have to say it?

This woman is really amazing.

There was a faint pain coming from the tiger's mouth, A Ling's bite seemed to bite her soul, the scar had already faded away, but the feeling of flesh and sharp teeth would come out from time to time.

The piercing pain, the pain went deep, and turned into an itch in the bottom of my heart.

This woman is really not a good thing.

She actually knew it early on, didn't she?

A Ling wears the same bright makeup as when she first met in memory, and her red lips are like fire, which is the first bright color in her life. Such an overly bright color in nature is a warning in itself, and she tried her best to avoid it.

Did A Ling know what kind of impulse she was suppressing when she frowned to avoid A Ling's coquettish eyes and teasing?

She is not a good thing herself.

"Do you remember what you were going to say back then? If you remember, say it, if you don't remember it, leave." A Ling urged.

Ah Ling is still like this, never willing to be manipulated by others, if Meng Zhao pinches his chin, he will bite someone, let alone being caught up and down?

If she didn't want to be bitten, she had to express her opinion quickly.

"Of course I remember." Meng Zhao said.

"I want to say, I like you."