Fu Ye just slapped Fu An'an's foot?

Su Cen blinked, suspecting that he had seen the flowers. Fu Ye's golden hands, how could he do such a thing.

"Oh, it's still warm in the living room!"

Fu Anan sighed, "I almost froze into a dog in the bedroom." ”

Her voice interrupted Su Cen's thoughts, and she hurriedly threw a few more pieces of wood into the fireplace.

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The temperature kept dropping, and it was hard to live in the bedroom anymore.

Now the idea is that all three of them will lay on the floor.

Since Fu An'an's hearing deteriorated, communicating with her has all relied on roaring.

Father Fu, as a noble and glamorous boss, naturally would not do such a degraded thing, and the roaring work is basically in charge of Brother Daqiang.

There are so many medicines prepared, but there is no preparation for the golden throat.

I really wronged him.

Knowing their plan, Fu Anan tried his best to cooperate.

The sofas, tables, etc., have been moved back.

Lay the floor near the fireplace.

She stood aside with the quilt in her arms, and Brother Daqiang told her to go wherever she wanted, and she told her to take things.

Soon three floor bunks were laid on the ground.

Fu An'an's large shaggy carpet was used as the base, and a few beds of cotton wool were added on top.

The whole thing is neither hard nor soft, and it is very comfortable to sit on.

It's warm in front of the fireplace, and if there are not a few gunshots at this time, it will definitely be a dumbfounded.

"What's going on out there?"

Unable to see the situation, Fu An'an leaned over to listen to the sound with blank eyes.

"It's okay, a few people who broke in and wanted to rob were cleaned up by Brother Fu."

Su Cen stood next to her and said, "But there should be fewer and fewer such people in the back." ”

After all, it's getting colder outside.

And the last five days.

The temperature has dropped to an unacceptable level.

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On the twenty-sixth day of the game, the temperature dropped again, minus 40 degrees.

It's getting colder.

The snow on the road was about to pile up on the second floor.

It is impossible for a person who does not have a house to shelter from the cold to survive a cold night.

Everyone added all the clothes they could keep out the cold, and found all the things that could be burned.

Either people crowd people to keep warm.

On the twenty-seventh day of the game, the temperature was minus 55 degrees.

Heavy snow and low temperatures may not seem scary, but it is this silent attack that causes a large number of people to die every day on the island, even if they hide in their houses.

For one night, the corpses were frozen hard.

There wasn't even a person to collect the body.

If there were living people nearby, they would be numb, hungry, and frozen to cry.

The only way to do this is to mechanically pull off the cloth and clothes from the corpse and put it on itself.

On the twenty-eighth day of the game, the temperature was minus 70 degrees!

Around the island, the highly salinity waters are covered with thick and wide ice.

Even in a renovated room, even with the floor heating burning, you still feel a chill.

Fu Anan was wearing thick clothes and nestled in the quilt. There were two kettles filled with hot water at their feet, and one in their arms.

It was all given to her by Brother Daqiang.

The treatment of the wounded was unusually good.

It's that every day when you open your eyes and close your eyes it's pitch black, and your ears barely hear anything, and this feeling makes time go by for a long time.

Boom –

There was a dull noise overhead.

The house shook violently twice.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing this, Fu Anan hurriedly sat up.

The snow was so heavy that it collapsed the roof of the third floor.

The third floor is full of snow, and it is too late and impossible to go out and clean it up now.

After they went up to investigate, they decided to change their sleeping place from the second floor to the first floor.