Thinking like this, Wen Yin's body trembled slightly, and unconsciously shrank behind Qinghui, trying to avoid this person's sight.

Qinghui was stunned, and then looked sideways at Zhou Yiqing, who was sitting behind him.

But when it was time for her to turn her head to look over, Zhou Yiqing was already faintly sideways, and her eyes fell to the window, as if she hadn't looked at it at all just now.

Qinghui tilted his head again.

I don't know what they're doing, what dumb riddles they're playing.

Then he turned his head again and stared at Wen Yin.

I can't forget my Peking duck.

Wen Yin was also a little dazed, he really couldn't understand why Qinghui had such a big obsession with Peking duck, and after saying a few more words, he saw Qinghui yawn again.

The temperature inside the car seems to be a bit low.

Qinghui also wanted to speak.

Then he was pulled on the back collar.

Qinghui turned his head to look at it again.

Seeing that he had just looked at it, the guy who didn't open his eyes was faint, and his snow-white fingertips grabbed the lace at the neckline of her little dress, and pulled it slightly to his side, his thin lips pursed slightly, and his eyes seemed to have a trace of unhappiness.

"Aren't you sleepy? Why don't you sleep yet? I'm going to get to the place in a moment. ”

I knew that I was muttering to that little white face.

At this moment, Zhou Yiqing, who didn't realize that his appearance actually belonged to the little white face, calmed his face slightly, and pulled the little girl to his side.

Qinghui's body was carried to his side, and his eyes were a little dazed.

It's really weird, I usually dislike her for sleeping a lot, why don't you dislike her today?

She really couldn't understand what was going on in her head with this half-crippled sword.

Thinking like this, Qinghui yawned softly again, and was reminded to sleep one after another, Qinghui was really a little sleepy.

So he didn't say anything more, leaned back with his little body, squinted his big eyes, and thought about it before he went to sleep.

The voice was soft and a little milky, "Are there any other craftsmen out there besides you?" ”

For example, I can make xiao long bao, small wontons, small cakes and so on.

Isn't there no food, she finds it herself.

Light coffee: ...... Inspirational, applause.

Wen Yin reacted and subconsciously shook his head, "I don't know...... All the people I know on our street are gone, and if they're still alive, they must have followed someone else to some base. ”

Qinghui snorted softly.

It's like a little milk cat that got a small dried fish, its small body shrunk and fell asleep contentedly.

Curled up on the seat, so soft and glutinous.

Zhou Yiqing had just let go, lowered his eyes, and looked at the little girl who was already asleep.

Then he raised his eyes lightly and glanced at Wen Yin, who was sitting on the other side, almost sticking to the car door.

Wen Yin jumped subconsciously, almost forgetting that he was sitting in the car, and almost hit the roof of the car.

The car was quiet.

The road was also very quiet, and even the roaring of zombies was rarely heard.

Jiang Cheng, who was driving, glanced behind him funny.

Seeing this scene, it's hard to speak.

After all, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was strangely awkward.

Only Qinghui slept in this particularly embarrassing atmosphere.

Before going to bed, he didn't forget to reveal his purpose.

Isn't it all about eating?

Ask a Peking duck maker if there are any craftsmen like you who are out of the house.