Apocalypse Cockroach

Shangguan Qiaoyun? Zhang Xiaoqiang did not hope, long before the end of her life, Shangguan Qiaoyun was an opinionated woman, a truly mature woman, she knew to get what she wanted with all kinds of wrists. After the end of her life, she did the same. If she changed places, she might mix the wind and water up, just in the chicken farm, she met two men who were not bewitched by her, one who let her fear, let her escape and the other who accomplished today's her.

Zhang Xiaoqiang has always left his superior officer, if he leaves, precisely because he can not grasp the woman's mind. Susie's rebellion is a thorn in his mind, and cannot be repaid. It is only after gaining it that she loses it that it is most disturbing. The superior officer mature, elegant, intelligent, has his own outlook on life, has his own judgment. She is smart, is also mysterious, beautiful in length, has a good body, has strength, and she is no longer a vine dependent on men. All this makes her impression that Zhang Xiaoqiang is a cat.

The cat is mysterious, elegant, or conscious, it is also unfamiliar, don't know when it will leave on its own, for a man, looking for a lover as mysterious, elegant and intelligent as a cat, the wife is to guard the family, like a dog, not digging hard, but the fact, the dog doesn't want to be poor, it doesn't care if you feed it fleshbone or coarse bran, it can still stay home after you change, waiting for you.

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

Various thoughts changed in Zhang Xiaoqiang's mind, and the evolution of various things was also in his mind. In his view, the worst part was how he was going to live with his wife, big and small, when he was abandoned and became a cripple.

A nose pounding fragrance swimmed his soul out of the sky. He hooked it back, Yuan Yi sat beside his bed with a large plate of food...

“Or... not enough for me to do it again...”

Yuan Yi's voice is still as cool as it used to be. The tone is pure as a wind chime dancing. Zhang Xiaoqiang listens to it in her ear and can feel the intense emotion and the care that comes from her heart.

“Enough... I've had enough... I haven't had this much in a long time, you know, for the first time..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly felt completely let go in front of Yuan Yi. He had never told the woman about his past. After all, his image in the eyes of the woman was a strong person, a strong person who could shelter them from the rain, and a man worthy of them.

The real him, is just a houseman before the end of his life, a young houseman, a houseman who is not quite cold but can't find his wife. He doesn't want to tell Yuan Yi about his status as a houseman. He thinks this will increase the distance between them. You know, Yuan Yi himself is a little taller than him. Before the end of his life, he was also the owner of a large company, which made him very upset, he has never had a good time.

Until he found out that he might be incapacitated and become a walkable cripple, he let go, he volunteered to tell Yuan about his life before the end of his life, his performance when the virus broke out, his fear when he first went out, and his complex mood after finding cabbage.

Zhang Xiaoqiang said it was very messy, some things were scattered and completely undisturbed, he also said it randomly, he told Yuan Yi that he had left home, most desperately his bed and computer, he told Yuan Yi that there were many * in the computer, naturally, he said it out, there was nothing to be ashamed of.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, lying on the bed, looked at the steel pipe on the top of the tent and said these words. What was the first thing he wanted to say? He had forgotten that he was just looking for someone to listen to, that he had never been so comfortable in complaining, not before or after the end of his life, until he realized he might lose everything, he let go and he wanted someone to listen to.

The light in the tent was not strong. Yuan Yi sat on the edge of Zhang Xiaoqiang's bed. The small stool at her feet had a high empty plate. In addition to the stool, there were more on the ground. Zhang Xiaoqiang ate more than 30 men's dinner at a time. Such a large amount of rice should surprise Yuan Yi. Yuan Yi was not surprised. She was afraid that Zhang Xiaoqiang had not eaten enough. In her heart, it was normal for her man to eat more.

Zhang Xiaoqiang refused to let Yuan out. To pull her to talk, Zhang Xiaoqiang was saying that Yuan Yi had not even made a sound from the beginning to the end. She looked quietly at Zhang Xiaoqiang, looking over her head talking, quietly and quietly. There was a slight smile at the corner of her mouth. She held Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand tightly by the bed and clasped her ten fingers.

The eyes filled with soft waves, like the autumn water, soft, pulsating fields, Zhang Xiaoqiang was different at this time, no longer the back she could only keep an eye on, he became fresh, he was no longer the God in her heart, he was a man, a man, her man.

She watched the nagging Zhang Xiaoqiang. Every word Zhang Xiaoqiang said was in her heart. That was him, his past, his experience, his treasure alone. Now, at this moment, he shared this most precious thing with her. Yuan was drunk, drunk, and the whole person had a feeling of walking in the cloud. He was soft, full of heart, full of love for him.

Yuan Yi is a little woman, under her strong and cold appearance is a hot heart, there is only one person in that heart, a man, Zhang Xiaoqiang, the little woman is flattered, her flattery can only be seen by Zhang Xiaoqiang, not a petite, not a little birdie, is silent, silent to show when he needs it most, a bowl of hot porridge, a concerned eye, and here to look at him in a vein, quiet listening.

“I'm... I'm... I'm hurt, I may never be able to stand up again..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly pulled the topic into his own injuries. His heart slightly tightened. He stared at Yuan Yi in a heartburn and softly said:

“What do you think? ”

Yuan held Zhang Xiaoqiang's rough palm unconsciously. When she saw Zhang Xiaoqiang's expression, it seemed that there was no despair and sadness, she sighed lightly.

“You're my man, now, and always will be, you can't hold the bowl, I feed you, you can't stand up, I hug you, you want to climb the mountain, I carry you, you want to see the sea, I take you. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang closed his eyes and said softly: "Go ahead... I'll sleep for a while..."

Yuan Yi's answer was very firm and unquestionable, but Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart seemed to have been hit by an iron hammer. He closed his eyes and listened to Yuan Yi get up to clean up the plate he had eaten, gently lifting the tent.