Apocalypse Cockroach: 474, you are my man

Shangguan Qiaoyun? Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't make any expectation. As early as Doomsday, Shangguan Qiaoyun is an opinionated, a really mature woman, she knows how to use all kinds of wrists to get what she wants. After Doomsday, she is the same. If you change places, she might The mixed wind and water just started at the chicken farm. She met two men who were not confused by her. One made her fright, let her escape, and the other made her today.

Zhang Xiaoqiang has always been detached from Shangguan, precisely because he can’t grasp the woman’s mind. The rebellion of Su Qian is a thorn in his heart, and he can’t get it back to that's all. It’s the most annoying thing to lose after getting it. Shangguan is mature, elegant, intellectual, has her own outlook on life, and has her own judgment. She is clever and mysterious. She is beautiful and beautiful. She has good body and strength. She is no longer a man-dependent vine. Fuji, all these things make her impression that Zhang Xiaoqiang is a cat.

The cat is mysterious, elegant, and intimate. It’s also unfamiliar. It doesn’t know when it will leave. For men, looking for a cat like a mysterious, elegant, and intelligent lover. It’s like a dog. It’s not sarcasm, but the fact that a dog doesn’t think it’s poor at home. It doesn’t care whether you feed it bones or bran. It can keep your home and wait for you after you change things.

Yang Ke'er and Yuan Yi are both candidates for wives, they will not leave for other reasons, they are little women, they are to rely on his little woman, even if they have the power, for them, The most important thing at home is that Zhang Xiaoqiang is their home.

Various thoughts changed in the mind of Zhang Xiaoqiang, and the evolution and development of various situations were also traversed in his mind. In his view, the worst point was that he was abolished, and he became a waste person. How to live with his wife, big and small.

A pungent scent hooked him back in the sky. Yuan Yi sat with a large plate of food beside his bed. · · · · · · · ·

"Also, · · · · is not enough. I will do · · · ·"

Yuan Yi's voice is still as cool as before, the sound is as pure as a wind chime, and the spring is gurgling. Zhang Xiaoqiang is in my ears, and I can feel the deep affection and the concern from her heart.

"Enough to · · · I have eaten enough · · · for a long time not eaten so much, you know, my first · · · · · · · · · · ·"

Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly feels that he has completely let go in front of Yuan Yi. He used to never tell his past in front of women. After all, his image in the eyes of women is a strong man, a strong man who can protect them from the wind and rain. A man worthy of them.

The real one is just an otaku before Doomsday, an otaku who is not too young, and an otaku who doesn’t look chilly but can’t find his wife. He doesn’t want to tell his otaku identity to Yuan Yi, he thinks so It will stretch the distance between them. You know, Yuan Yi itself is a little higher than him. Before Doomsday, he was the boss of a big company, which made him very unhappy.

When he found that he might have lost his ability, he would become a wasteless person who could not walk. He let go, he took the initiative to tell Yuan Yi about his life before Doomsday, his performance at the time of the virus outbreak, the first time to go out Fear of time, the complicated mood after finding cabbage.

Zhang Xiaoqiang said it was very messy, and some things were completely scattered. He also said it at random. He told Yuan Yi that he was away from home. The most reluctant thing was his bed and computer. He told Yuan Yi that the computer had Many *, naturally, he said it without any embarrassment.

The Zhang Xiaoqiang lying on the bed looked at the steel pipe on the top of the tent and said these words. What did you want to express at first? He has forgotten that he just wanted to find someone to listen to. He had never said so comfortably, neither before Doomsday nor after Doomsday. After he found that he might lose everything, he let go and he wanted to find someone to listen to .

The light in the tent is not strong, Yuan Yi sits on the edge of the bed of Zhang Xiaoqiang, and the small stool at the foot is covered with a tall empty dinner plate. In addition to the stool, there are more on the ground, Zhang Xiaoqiang eats thirty at a time Many big men's supper should have surprised Yuan Yi with such a large amount of food. Yuan Yi didn't have any marvels. She was only afraid that Zhang Xiaoqiang was not full. In her mind, it is normal for her man to eat too much.

Zhang Xiaoqiang will not let Yuan Yi go out, and she is going to pull her to talk, Zhang Xiaoqiang is saying, Yuan Yi has not even spoken from beginning to end, she looked quietly, looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang who talked to her head, quiet and indifferent, There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and his right hand held tightly the hand that Zhang Xiaoqiang placed on the bed, interlocking his fingers.

A soft wave surrounds her eyes, like the autumn water, softly, and pulsed, the Zhang Xiaoqiang at this time is different~IndoMTL.com~ is no longer the back that she can only watch silently, he becomes To be alive, he is no longer the **** in her heart, a man, a man, her man.

She looked at the babble Zhang Xiaoqiang, she remembered every word Zhang Xiaoqiang said, it was him, his past, his experience, his treasure, now, now, at this moment, he Sharing this most precious thing with her, Yuan Yi is drunk and intoxicated. The whole person has a feeling of walking in the clouds. His body is soft and his heart is full of the ground. The ground is full of his love and love for him.

Yuan Yi is a little woman, under her strong and cold appearance is a hot heart, there is only one person, a man, Zhang Xiaoqiang, the little woman is charming, and her charming is only Zhang Xiaoqiang can see, not coquettish, It's not a birdie, it's silently, silently showing when he needs it most, a bowl of hot porridge, a caring look, and watching him in a pulse here, listening quietly.

"I · · · · I was injured · · ·, may no longer stand up · · · · ·"

Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly dragged the topic to his injury, his heart slightly tightened, staring at Yuan Yi scorchingly, and said softly:

"What do you think of ·?"

Yuan Yi clenched the rough palm of Zhang Xiaoqiang unconsciously. When she saw that Zhang Xiaoqiang's expression didn't seem desperate and sad, she gently was relieved.

"You are my man, now and in the future, you can’t afford a bowl, I feed you, you can’t stand, I hold you, you want to go mountain climbing, I carry you, you want to see the sea, I Take you."

Zhang Xiaoqiang closed his eyes and said softly, "Go, · · ·, I will sleep for a while · · · ·"

Yuan Yi's answer was firm and unquestionable, but Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart seemed to be hit by a hammer. He closed his eyes and listened to Yuan Yi standing up to clean up his dinner plate, and gently opened the tent.