93 The delicate Shangguan 2/5 more

When he got up in the morning, Zhang Xiaoqiang found that Shangguan Qiaoyun had changed, he no longer took the initiative to tease himself as before, he became shy and timid, his face was also flushed when he looked at himself, and he looked delicate, and he became gentle and careful when he dressed and washed his face, always paying attention to his every move.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the doubts in Shangguan Qiaoyun's eyes, he didn't say anything, not to hide it from her, but because he wanted to maintain a regular deterrent, and wanted Shangguan Qiaoyun to know who was in charge of this family.

As soon as he walked into his private dining room, he saw Yang Keer and Meow Meow sitting listlessly at the dining table, not even thinking about the hot noodles in front of them.

"Oops・・・・・ I don't know where the wild cats came from last night, they howled all night, and they died of noise, aren't all wild cats howling in spring? How can there be ・・・・・・・ in summer?"

Yang Keer yawned and complained about the culprit who couldn't sleep yesterday, Meow Meow, who was sitting on the side, also nodded in agreement, Yuan Yi came up with a cold disc, put the disk in his hand on the table, glanced at Zhang Xiaoqiang meaningfully, didn't speak, sat down and ate breakfast.

Seeing Yuan Yi's appearance, Zhang Xiaoqiang remembered that he had snubbed her for a long time, and it was Shangguan Qiaoyun who occupied him on weekdays, but now he has cleaned up Shangguan Qiaoyun, it seems?

"Today's noodles are so fragrant... Yuan Yi, come to me at night and send me a piece of noodles for supper"

Zhang Xiaoqiang chewed the noodles and said to Yuan Yi, Yuan Yi didn't make a sound, but buried her head in the bowl, but Zhang Xiaoqiang saw her crystal white ears slowly turn red, and finally became as clear as red jade.

"Well・・・・・ husband, I already taught Meow a lesson yesterday, and she will still follow ・・・・・・・・・・you in the future."

Yang Keer shifted the topic to Meow Meow again, Meow Meow pricked up her ears when she heard it, touched her ass with palpitations, and looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes very unkindly, and the two little tiger teeth were exposed outside her lips, as if she was scaring Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang listened absent-mindedly, his left hand always stroked on his right neck, yesterday his right neck was bitten by Shangguan Qiaoyun, and when he was eating, he remembered, he reached out and stroked, it was always smooth, it seemed that yesterday's bite was just an illusion?

"Could it be... My self-healing power has increased again?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang was puzzled, his ability to heal himself was terrifying before, no matter how serious the injury was, it could be better in a day, leaving only a shallow scar at most, but now, he can't even leave a scar?

"No need... Meow Meow will follow you in the future, you see・・・・・・・"

Zhang Xiaoqiang left the wheelchair and stood up and walked back and forth, the women in the room were surprised, Shangguan Qiaoyun covered her mouth and cried with joy, she finally waited for Zhang Xiaoqiang to move freely. To say that Zhang Xiaoqiang is in a wheelchair, it is impossible for her to have no pimples in her heart, precisely because she is a strong woman, she hopes that her man is the strongest.

Yang Keer and Meow Meow rushed off the table, squatted at Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet and stared at his legs without blinking, seeing that his legs could really move freely, Yang Keer screamed loudly and threw herself into Zhang Xiaoqiang's arms, Meow Meow tilted her head, thinking that she could go out to play again.

The calmest among them was Yuan Yi, who looked plain, except for the relief in her eyes, she was not too excited. In her heart, Zhang Xiaoqiang is her man or not in a wheelchair, a man for her life.

"Husband, you can walk, why do you have to use a wheelchair? Throw that thing away, right? ”

Yang Ke'er grabbed the placket of this Xiaoqiang's clothes, staring at him with big eyes like a crescent moon without blinking, obviously, she had a deep grudge against the wheelchair.

"No・・・・・ there's no need, just a few of you know, I don't want to fight on the stage for the time being, Zhang Huai'an did a good job before, since it's acting, let's continue acting・・・・・・・・"

After breakfast, Shangguan Qiaoyun and Yang Keer followed Huangquan to the lake to continue hunting fish, Meow Meow followed them, and Zhang Xiaoqiang took a wheelchair to Wang Le's repair shop that had expanded N times.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw that the people inside were densely in and out, the flashes of electric welding, the screeching sound of cutting machines, and the sparks from the electric frosting mixed into an irritating symphony.

Wang Le's repair shop was the first building built in the camp, and almost all the building materials he could find were used here, and the scale and area were no smaller than the vehicle repair shop at the missile base.

A few days ago, thousands of talents were recruited, of which 500 were professionals, most of these people belonged to Wang Le, and with their joining, the repair speed of the paratrooper fighting vehicles was greatly accelerated, and even if there were no parts, they could make handmade parts as substitutes.

One of the two paratrooper chariots previously displayed on the wall was dismantled in eight pieces, various parts were spread out on the ground, and the long table next to it was full of various electronic equipment, and Wang Le stood on the edge of the table holding a piece of something like a circuit switch to listen to what the people around him said.

A little farther behind them, another paratrooper was cleaned, both the yellow and green body and the thick and black tracks were spotless, the front lid of the tower was open, and a paratrooper was sitting inside, looking out, listening to the personnel standing on the side instructing him to test the various parts of the body.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't want to disturb Wang Le, so he walked around the repair shop, where all kinds of tools are gradually available, professional tools may not be available, and there are a lot of various car parts and spare tires, all of which are brought back by the search team little by little from the repair shop on the road outside.

In a small corner of the innermost, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw an acquaintance, Xu Jing, Xu Jing was wearing a dusty short-sleeved T-shirt on her upper body, and a one-piece jeans on her lower body, her clothes were stained with various engine oils and materials, her hair was tied into a ponytail at will, and a few strands were scattered and stuck to her cheeks with sweat, and her face was no longer as clean as she had seen before, the left side of her face was covered with black oil, and the right side of her face was a yellow-brown pigment-like thing, and she couldn't see her previous purity and loveliness.

There was no one around Xu Jing, just her, seeing her squatting on the ground and busy, Zhang Xiaoqiang was curious, and slowly turned to her, and saw that she was holding the D3 separated skull in her hand, grinding on the grinding wheel little by little.

Zhang Xiaoqiang knew the hardness of that thing, something that the rat king blade couldn't saw, and polished it with a grinding wheel, like grinding an iron pestle into a needle, and sure enough, three smoothed grinding wheels had been piled up in the corner of her workshop.

Xu Jing was very engrossed at work, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at her for a long time and she didn't know, her eyes were only the grinding wheel and skull in her hand, and she stopped from time to time to pick up a scoop of water on the ground and poured a spoonful of water on her skull to cool down.

There are many people in the repair room, the temperature in the factory is very high, there is no air conditioning and refrigeration, most of them are sweating, Xu Jing, who is nesting in the innermost, has already been wet with sweat, and the sweat on her forehead flows down her cheeks to the tip of her chin, forming water droplets and dripping, and the dripping sweat accumulates into a wetland at her feet.

"What do you want to grind it into? What is it for? ”