Time passed quietly in the minute hand of the alarm clock, Jing Qingzhang slowly opened his eyes, he couldn't understand what this woman was doing?

She can't just like him, does she?

When he thought of this, he was clever, tilted his head, and looked at the sleeping position of the night scene, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on her cheeks.

It's so beautiful that it probably means.

"It's a good girl, she just can talk, it's a pity."

Jing Qingzhang lowered his body, pulled up the quilt kicked by Ye Jing, and covered her.

"I want to live."

His hand stopped in mid-air because of the sudden dream words of the night scene, hesitated for a while, but still chose to cover her, the wet and warm touch came from the fingertips, and a tear slid down from the corner of the night scene's eye.

Jing Qingzhang suddenly felt that something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't speak, and he felt a wireless melancholy in his heart.

It's a strange feeling.

Is it strange that this feeling is contagious?

He looked up and let out a long sigh.

I know that he is now sad for the night scene, a woman who seems to have no heart and lungs to talk nonsense and fight on the front line, but she is also afraid of death and will feel sad.

Jing Qingzhang lowered his head and quietly stared at the night scene crying in her sleep, this woman has been fighting on the edge of life and death for so many years, from the initial fear to the bravery on the surface, and then hiding all her sorrows in the bed in the middle of the night, and finally numb her, so that she has to force herself to become a person who does not dare to have any sadness and fear when she is awake.

In the end, all tears can only flow out in your sleep.

"Nightscape, I didn't expect us to be the same people."

The next morning, when the night scene woke up from the floor, the person in the bed was long gone.

"It seems that I really don't have any attraction to men at all."

Yejing rubbed his messy hair, returned to his room, opened the toilet, looked in the mirror as if he had escaped from the wilderness, glanced at himself angrily, and took a shower with a toothbrush in his mouth.

A set of washing steps is done in one go and takes no more than five minutes.

Standing in front of the mirror again, the night scene has a new look.

Hey, it's obviously a good-looking face, why doesn't it attract men, she pouted curiously.

When I walked downstairs at night, I smelled the smell of breakfast.

"It smells so good."

The aroma of caramel milk froth echoed throughout the first floor.

"Caramel Macchiato." Jing Qingzhang raised his eyes slightly and glanced at her.

"For me?" The night view is somewhat incredible.

"Drinking sweet will make you feel better." He didn't look up, for some reason, he liked the night view to be a little happier.

This is really a strange idea, when he takes what he wants, he can guarantee that Yejing will not be happy in his life, and he will cry and scold himself for several years.

But now at this moment, I actually want her to be happy.

"I'm happy every day, and I'm afraid I'll get high if I'm happy." Although the night scene said so, he still happily drank the caramel macchiato. "Actually, the laboratory in our base is even better, you can stay in our laboratory, deal with the problems of base C, and then we will send your experimental objects to base C."

"Aren't you going to let me go?"

"I just want you to stay, even for a week." In this way, my father can scold himself for a week.

"Yes."

Jing Qingzhang's sudden arrival was so shocked that the teacup in Yejing's hand was not stable.

"You said yes?"

"Well, my preliminary work will be in your lab this week."

"Okay, I'll arrange it for you now." Yejing stood up excitedly, put down the caramel macchiato in his hand and wanted to leave.

"Your father has already arranged it."

"Then I need something else to see your lab?" There is a bright smile on the cheeks of the night view.

This child, can this little thing make her happy like this?

She didn't really like herself, his eyes stopped on the macchiato that was still a little left, which was stained with her faint lip prints, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise slightly.

Night Jing excitedly drove his big motorcycle on the way to the laboratory, and met the off-road vehicle of Bazi.

"Boss, how was the boss yesterday, is it done?"

Bazi stopped the car suddenly.

"It's a fart, people are not interested in my five big and three rough types of bewitching sluts."

"Hey, you really aren't the type that men like, Bai Xiaolian's kind is more lovable."

"Bai Xiaolian?" The night view smelled a hint of a not-so-good smell. "Why are you mentioning her in a good way?"

"You don't know, it's only been a few days, and several local snakes in the third and fourth rings in the base have fought because of Bai Xiaolian, and they all want to get Bai Xiaolian."

"How is she now?" Night Jing's heart is tight, those ruffians won't do anything to other people's good girls.

"I heard that Lao Liu Tou grabbed Bai Xiaolian, but I don't know the details."

"Rob?" Night Jing's brows furrowed into a figure-eight shape. "You know why you haven't stopped it yet."

"Boss, didn't you say that Bai Xiaolian has nothing to do with you, besides, this kind of thing often happens in the base, and there are many helpless girls and powerful snakes."

"Why don't you tell me if it's often staged!" A wave of anger rushed to the heart of the night scene, and he raised the bar beside him with one hand. "Then it's not called following, it's called robbing people's girls!"

"Boss, I was wrong." This is the second time Bazi has seen Yejing so angry, the last time was on the battlefield, and he clearly knows how many mutants the angry Yejing killed with two AKs!

At that time, the night scene was like a demon.

"Lead the way."

It was as cold as the sound of the frost of the wax moon

Yejing has followed her father since she was a child, trying to survive everywhere, and before there is stability, they will follow the mobile small group action, at that time, she has seen too much of the fate of those gentle and kind big sisters.

My father told me not to meddle in my business, and that when nothing was seen, one day they would build a perfect shelter, and those who lived there would not wake up in the middle of the night for fear of it, and it would not happen again, and those lewd hooligans would bully girls, and the people there would live freely, and their lives would be poor but happy. It's as if the end times hadn't happened.

When the end times came, she was so young that she had forgotten what the end times were like when they didn't happen. I don't read much, but I always remember what my father said.

There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, and the poor people in the world are happy.

She is not a good person, pampered and willful, who has died at her own hands over the years, both mutants and human blood. But as long as I think of my parents' vision, I feel that it is worth it to have blood on my hands and scars.