Zhang Xujing was sweating profusely, quickly finished the last massage, and accidentally knocked over the incense burner when he got up in a panic, he didn't care about cleaning up, and hurriedly opened the door and went out in the dark.

As the door was closed, Shen Dongling's tense body finally relaxed.

Today is a thorough one for him to see.

It's just that someone doesn't seem to be as calm as it seems, I don't know what he was thinking just now, did he think about that......

Shen Dongling's thoughts flickered, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his flushed face, and then he was worried.

He's going to look down on me.

It's just that it's already like this, no matter whether his attitude towards me is good or bad, this man, I have to go on.

Outside the door, Zhang Xujing had just closed the door when a beam of light came over.

"It's over." Liang Annie has been staying outside the office, and Pei Yan next to her is also there.

"Alright." Zhang Xujing casually answered and was about to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Liang Annie saw that Zhang Xujing was leaving, and grabbed Zhang Xujing's hand after approaching quickly.

"I'll go to the bathroom." Zhang Xujing hurriedly withdrew his hand, his expression was a little unnatural, "If it's okay, you can rest early." After saying that, he walked away hurriedly.

Looking at Zhang Xujing's appearance of running away, Liang Annie raised her hand and sniffed it on the tip of her nose.

"Annie, what are you doing?" Pei Yan asked curiously.

"He's got sticky hands." Liang Annie smiled weirdly.

"Hey, you." Pei Yan smiled helplessly, "Let's go, I built a compartment over there, Sister Bao Yin has already passed, it's been a day, and I don't see you tired." ”

"It doesn't matter, I don't have to go to work tomorrow anyway." Liang Annie said.

The door to the business office was gently pushed open and then gently shut.

"Winter Spirit, you're back." Zhang Ning's voice sounded in the dark, and when she heard a "pop", the lamp was turned on, and the room lit up.

"You haven't slept yet." Shen Dong's soul was empty-hearted.

"No, you didn't come back, and you couldn't sleep." Zhang Ning lay down in the futon and said, "Hurry up and sleep, I'm tired." ”

"Oh, good." Shen Dongling mistakenly thought that Zhang Ning meant something, her face flushed, and she became a little embarrassed, she stepped forward, took off her shoes, lifted the futon and got in.

At this time, Qian Nan, who seemed to be asleep, suddenly turned his head, looked at Shen Dongling and Zhang Ning's big eyes flickering, and said, "Dong Ling will be Xiao Ning's sister-in-law in the future." ”

"Ah, what, how do you say that?" Shen Dongling was even more weak-hearted.

It couldn't be that the last voice just now was too loud and was heard by them, if that were the case, this face would be lost.

"As long as my brother likes me, I'm happy." Zhang Ning yawned.

"That's just as well." Qian Nan turned over and said with a shallow smile: "In the future, Brother Zhong An will protect Dong Ling." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Ning was silent, and Shen Dongling said embarrassedly: "I don't want anyone to protect me, Brother Zhang wants to protect Xiao Ning, and when my ability recovers, I will be Xiao Nan's flower messenger alone." ”

On the first night of the Knorr supermarket, many people were sleepless, Zhang Xujing was practicing selflessly, and Yang Sen launched all his grievances on the wall of the office, and did not fall asleep until midnight.

The next day, waking up from a dream, Yang Sen stretched his waist to get up, opened the door and went out, the supermarket was dark, and occasionally there was a whisper of people.

Yang Sen's eyes were dark, and he stopped after taking two steps forward, couldn't help but feel irritated in his heart, and scolded: "Is there any living person, hurry up and turn on the light!"

The whispers were gone, and the lights weren't turned on.

Yang Sen saw that no one cared about him, a nameless fire rose, and his voice was a little louder, "Hurry up and turn on the lights, if you let labor and management know who can't turn on the lights, you won't be able to smoke you!" Because his vision was blurred and he couldn't see the ground clearly, he chose to stand still in order to prevent him from tripping and embarrassing.

At this time, a weak voice appeared, "Brother, Sister Pei said, there is no need to try not to turn on the lights and save electricity." ”

Pei Yan? Yang Sen raised his eyebrows, "Sister Pei, you listen to Sister Pei's words, don't listen to the words of labor and management!" After he learned that it was Pei Yan's order, his anger decreased slightly, but now if he softened, where would he put his face, he still said angrily: "Turn on the lights, turn on the lights!"

After two or three seconds, a table lamp was lit, and Yang Sen gave up, walked over and grabbed the table lamp, and walked around the supermarket alone.

Half an hour later.

"What a sound." Chen Baoyin, who was sleepy-eyed, sat up from the bedding in the cubicle.

Pei Yan and Liang Annie on the side were also woken up, and woke up in a daze, and Yang Sen's scolding voice came from his ears, and he could vaguely hear someone crying and someone being beaten.

"This surnamed Yang is nervous again." Liang Annie scolded.

Pei Yan frowned, got dressed, got up and walked out of the compartment with the lamp and walked towards the source of the sound, and saw Yang Sen slapping a thin man from a distance, scolding and scolding: "If you don't turn on the light, tell you not to turn on the light."

Others stayed away.

This surnamed Yang has a mental problem, and when he came back with the lamp, he started to move without warning, and he hit the person who turned on the light for him just now.

"Stop, Supervisor Yang, you're crazy!" A flash of anger and annoyance flashed in Pei Yan's eyes.

Liang Annie and Chen Baoyin also walked over behind her, Chen Baoyin glanced at the scene, and saw that Yang Sen continued to bully as a blind eye, and she was about to step forward with an iron rod.

Yang Sen caught a glimpse of Chen Baoyin wanting to make a move in the corner of his eyes, he couldn't help but be startled, hurriedly stopped the violence, "hummed" and grinned at Pei Yan, didn't speak, raised his head and looked around the people viciously, suddenly, his eyes lit up, but he saw the young girl found in the underground garage of the community before, yesterday was too hurried and the black light blinded him didn't care, but he didn't expect this girl to go to the supermarket alive.

Although the appearance is a little worse, it is better than being young.

Yang Sen thought in his heart, and walked away with a gloomy face.

"Yesterday when he was in prison, Zhang Zhongan should have been asked to beat him to death." Liang Annie said hatefully.

Pei Yan shook his head when he heard this, and said, "Dao Leader won't kill people casually. ”

Time is moving, except for the episode of Janssen's beating, this day passed in boredom.

Zhang Xujing still stayed in the room and couldn't cultivate, under the oppression of the crisis, maybe only the cultivation of forgetting to sleep and eating, and only the slowly increasing qi in the dantian could bring him a little sense of security.

There are all kinds of recreational products sold in supermarkets, such as poker and chess, but no one has the mind to entertain them.

Outside is the bloodthirsty worm demon that eats people, the city of death. Under the tremendous pressure of survival brought by darkness and confinement, some women secretly sobbed, and some men thought crankily.

During this time, everyone's thoughts are in a state of tension and solidification, and once people are quiet, they will think about many things, useful and useless, memories of the past, confusion about the future, and all kinds of pessimistic and positive emotions begin to ferment in the crowd.

It may be evening again, and after a simple dinner, Janssen did not go back to his room, but wandered aimlessly around the supermarket with a small flashlight, and his mood was extremely irritable. Irritability is invisibly restrained by others, and the desire that rises in the heart of irritability cannot be vented.