Apocalypse Cockroach: Ninety-three petite Shangguan two/five more

Waking up in the morning, Zhang Xiaoqiang found that Shangguan Qiaoyun had changed, and no longer actively teased himself like he used to be, became shy and timid. His face also flashed with blush, and he looked tender, and it became gentle to wait for him to wash his clothes. Be careful, always pay attention to his every move.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the doubts in the eyes of Shangguan Qiaoyun. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to hide her. He wanted to maintain regular deterrence. He wanted Shangguan Qiaoyun to know who was in charge of this family.

Just walking into his private dining room, I saw Yang Ke'er and Miao Miao sitting on the table listlessly, not even thinking about the hot noodles in front of them.

"Aiyaya · · · · · did not know where the wild cat came from last night, howl all night, noisy, aren’t all wild cats howling in spring? How can there be · · · · · · · in summer"

Yang Ke'er yawned and complained about the culprit who was arguing for her sleeplessness yesterday, and the meow sitting on the side nodded, Yuan Yi came up with a cold dish on it and placed the disk in his hand on the table. I glanced at Zhang Xiaoqiang, didn't speak, and sat down to have breakfast.

When I saw the appearance of Yuan Yi, Zhang Xiaoqiang remembered that she had been neglected for a long time. Usually Shangguan Qiaoyun dominated him. Now that he has packed up Shangguan Qiaoyun, it seems?

"Today’s noodles are delicious · · · · Yuan Yi, come to me in the evening and send me noodles for supper separately"

Zhang Xiaoqiang chewed the noodles and said to Yuan Yi, Yuan Yi didn’t say anything, still buried her head in the bowl, but Zhang Xiaoqiang saw her crystal white ears slowly turned red, and finally became ruby-like transparent.

"Huh · · · · · husband, I learned a lesson yesterday, she still follows you · · · · · · · · · ·"

Yang Ke'er shifted the topic to Meow Meow again. Heared his ears when he heard Meow Meow, and touched his **** with a lingering fear, looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang with a bad look, two little tiger teeth exposed outside his lips Frightening Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is absent-minded, his left hand is always stroking on his right neck. Yesterday, his right neck was bitten by Shangguan Qiaoyun. He only remembered when he was eating. He reached out and stroked, always smooth, it seems that yesterday’s bite was just an illusion ?

"Is · · · · my self-healing ability improved again?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang wondered, his ability to heal himself was terrifying before, and he could get better after a serious trauma in one day, leaving only a shallow scar at most. Now, he can’t even leave a scar?

"Come and follow me without · · ·, you see · · · · · · ·"

Zhang Xiaoqiang got out of the wheelchair and stood up and walked back and forth. The women in the room were surprised and surprised. Shangguan Qiaoyun cried with her mouth closed. She finally waited until Zhang Xiaoqiang was able to move freely. To say that Zhang Xiaoqiang is in a wheelchair, it is impossible for her to have no pimples. Because she is a strong woman, she wants her man to be the strongest.

Yang Ke'er and Meow rushed down the table, squatting at Zhang Xiaoqiang’s feet and staring at his legs, seeing that his legs were really moving, Yang Ke'er shouted loudly into Zhang Xiaoqiang’s arms He tilted his head, thinking he could go out and play again.

The calmest one is Yuan Yi, a plain look, except for the comfort in her eyes, she is not too excited. In her mind, Zhang Xiaoqiang is her man in a wheelchair or not, and a man in her life.

"Husband, you can walk now, why do you still have to use a wheelchair? Throw that thing?"

Yang Ke'er clasped the Zhang Xiaoqiang’s placket tightly, staring at him without blinking with big eyes like Yueya'er. Obviously, she was very serious about the wheelchair resentment.

"It's not necessary to use · · · · ·, you guys know it. I don't want to fight on the table for the time being. I did a good job before Zhang Huai'an. Since it's acting, just continue acting · · · · · · · ·"

After breakfast, Shangguan Qiaoyun and Yang Ke'er followed Huang Quan to lakeside to continue hunting fish. Miao Miao followed them. Zhang Xiaoqiang took a wheelchair to Wang Le and expanded the repair shop by N times.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw people walking in and out intensively, the flash of electric welding, the harsh sound of the cutting machine, and the sparks from the electric scrub mixed into an annoying symphony.

Wang Le’s repair shop was the first building to be built in the camp. Almost all the building materials that can be found are used here. The scale and area are not smaller than the vehicle repair shop of the missile base.

Thousands of talents were recruited a few days ago, and 500 of them were professionals. Most of these people belonged to Wang Le. With their participation, the repair speed of airborne combat vehicle has been greatly accelerated. Even if there are no parts, they can do it. Handmade parts are used as substitutes.

One of the two airborne combat vehicles previously displayed on the wall was unloaded eight pieces, various parts were spread out, and the long table next to it was filled with various electronic equipment, Wang Le was standing on the table Holding something like a circuit switch on the side and listening to what people around tell.

A little further away behind them, another airborne combat vehicle was cleaned, both yellow and green car body or thick · black track are spotless, the front cover of the tower is open~IndoMTL.com ~A paratrooper was sitting inside with his neck looking out, and heard the person standing on the side commanding to test various parts of the body.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn’t want to disturb Wang Le, and the slackers wandered around in the repair shop, where various tools are gradually available, professional tools may not be available, various auto parts and spare tires are many, all are search teams outside The repair shop on the road got back a little bit.

In the innermost corner, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw an acquaintance, Xu Jing, Xu Jing wearing a gray short-sleeved T-shirt on the upper body, wearing jumpsuit jeans on the lower body, the clothes were covered with various oils and materials, hair Randomly into a pony tail, a few strands are scattered out and are stuck on the cheeks with sweat, and the face is no longer as clean as the one I saw before. The left face is black and the right face is yellow-brown pigment-like. She can't see her previous innocence.

There is no one around Xu Jing, so she is alone, watching her squatting on the ground, Zhang Xiaoqiang is curious, and slowly turns to her. In her eyes, she holds D3's separated skull in her hand, and polishes it on the grinding wheel a little bit. .

Zhang Xiaoqiang knows the hardness of the stuff. The things that the rat king blade can’t cut, are polished with a grinding wheel, like a iron pestle into a needle. As expected, three flats have been piled up in the corner of her workshop. Grinding wheel.

Xu Jing was very enchanted at work. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at her for a long time. She didn’t know. She only had the grinding wheel and skull in her hand. From time to time, she stopped to pick up a scoop on the ground and scooped a spoonful of water to cool the skull.

There are many people in the repair room. The temperature in the workshop is very high. There is no air conditioning and refrigeration. Most people are sweating. The Xu Jing nested in the innermost has been wetted by sweat. The sweat on the forehead flows along the cheek to the tip of the chin. Beaded into water and then dripped, the dripping sweat formed a wetland at her feet.

"What do you want to grind it into? What is it for?"