"I'll just say this once, don't provoke me with this ridiculous trick in the future, or you'll end up worse than this building elder.

Understand? ”

The men nodded sharply, their unquenchable fear causing them to take two steps back in unison, almost unsteadily.

Song Jinhe nodded with satisfaction: "It's about the same, don't commit my taboo in the future, the 18th floor doesn't want to have anything to do with you, if you have to find death, then you can come and knock on my door to try." ”

Seeing that the threat was in place, she put away the smile on her face and took the sack from Cheng Qianhuai's hand, and the two went home together.

After entering the security door, Cheng Qianhuai put his raft in the corridor, and then unloaded a hiking bag from his shoulder and handed it to Song Jinhe.

"For me? Didn't I say no?"

Song Jinhe was a little helpless, she didn't want to admit his affection, but the man's amber eyes stared at her a little pitifully, and a delicate handsome face was like a big killer, so that she couldn't say anything more ugly to refuse.

"I'm not here to make you owe me, I just want to give you a better life in my power.

Since we are united against them, it proves that the two of us are already comrades-in-arms, right? Can you not reject me? ”

Cheng Qianhuai looked at Song Jinhe's soft face, deliberately making herself look more pitiful, staring at her without blinking, as if she would die if she didn't agree to herself.

Song Jinhe really ate soft rather than hard, and reluctantly took the mountaineering bag and left a sentence: "Okay, I'll exchange something else with you, you go home and clean up first." ”

After saying that, she went home with her bag, opened it and looked at it, but she still couldn't help but exclaim.

Sanitary napkins, sleeping pants, baby warmers, brown sugar ginger tea, painkillers, mineral water, bread, compressed biscuits, and even some snacks and biscuits that girls love to eat.

Cheng Qianhuai never asked her if she wanted it, but would only directly present what he thought was good to her.

This man is indeed sincere, sincere and passionate.

Song Jinhe put things into the space, and then began to choose what could be given to Cheng Qianhuai.

Picking and choosing, she took a fan of pork ribs and a small bag of mung beans and a small bag of soybeans.

Bacon is relatively shelf-stable, and it is not enough to eat bread and biscuits and other nutrients, and eating some bacon can also improve the diet.

Mung beans and soybeans can give birth to bean sprouts, which are also considered fresh vegetables, and it is also a rare pleasure to eat a bite of crisp bean sprouts in the last days.

Carrying something, Song Jinhe knocked on the door of 1801's house, he had already changed his clothes, and was wearing a navy blue sweater and a home black trousers at this time.

"Come in and sit down, I'm going to prepare dinner for two, and I was going to call you."

Cheng Qianhuai curled his lips and smiled, frowning slightly when he saw the thing in Song Jinhe's hand.

"What are you? Are you going to send me something and then break it off? ”

Song Jinhe smiled: "Didn't you say that the two of us are friends and comrades-in-arms?" It's just a matter of friends, so why are you so sensitive? ”

Seeing that what she said became her excuse, Cheng Qianhuai felt a little depressed in her heart, but after thinking for a while, she still took the thing from her hand.

"You can go shopping, I'll cook."

He carried the ribs into the kitchen, but his mind suddenly flashed.

Although Song Jinhe is anxious to return his favor, isn't this a connection in disguise?

The relationship between him and her will always be slowly brought closer.

Thinking of this, his movements became relaxed, and after cutting the ribs, he put them together with the dried chili peppers and stir-fried them, and the fragrance soon came out, and the greedy Song Jinhe drooled.

She has a lot of supplies, but she suffers from poor cooking skills, and she can barely eat according to the ingredient list.

But Cheng Qianhuai's craftsmanship is really good, after all, she drooled a little when she thought about the bowl of egg fried rice last time.

Song Jinhe didn't wait long while sitting on the sofa, the meal came out of the pot, and Cheng Qianhuai also came over to call her to dinner.

Although it is not as rich as the delicious food before the end of the world, it can be seen that he is very attentive.

Spicy stir-fried pork ribs, stir-fried garlic sausage with cabbage, stir-fried carrots, and the main dish is a bowl of fragrant white rice.

"This time I went out to harvest well, and I found cabbage and carrots, which are relatively easy to store, so I brought them back."

Cheng Qianhuai pushed the spicy fried pork ribs in front of Song Jinhe: "You eat more, my skills should be pretty good." ”

Song Jinhe was not disappointed, he ate the rice unceremoniously, and finally wiped his mouth with satisfaction with his bulging belly.

"If only I could cook as delicious as you."

She sighed a little helplessly, but heard Cheng Qianhuai's deep voice: "I can cook it for you in the future, tell me what you want to eat, I will let you eat it no matter what." ”

Song Jinhe was stunned, and after thinking about it again and again, he still asked the question he had been wondering about for a long time.

"You said we were high school classmates, but I always felt like you were a little too nice to me. Do we have any other intersections besides this relationship? ”

Cheng Qianhuai's hand to put away the dishes and chopsticks paused, and after thinking for a moment, he shook his head.

"No, it's just a classmate."

His throat rolled, but he didn't dare to raise his eyes to look at Song Jinhe.

The other party didn't continue to ask, but just said goodbye to him and went home.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Cheng Qianhuai sighed, but there was a mess in his mind.

He didn't know how he should explain his feelings for her to Song Jinhe.

After entering high school, the girl's lively and delicate attraction attracted him who fell into the abyss.,So even if he changes schools and leaves, he will still look for opportunities to probe into her life.,Hide in a dark corner and watch her every move.。

This is not what a normal person would do, if she knew, she would definitely hate him, and she would stay away from him, so he didn't dare to mention these things.

How can a beggar who grows up in the stench of mud conspire with a holy angel? After all, he was filthy and filthy, and he was unwilling to be a stranger with her for the rest of his life.

He was indeed trapped in this home that he didn't live in by accident by the rainstorm, everything was like the favor of God, and it really gave him a chance to intersect with her.

Thinking of this, Cheng Qianhuai sighed helplessly.

It's his delusional desire to get closer, closer.

Song Jinhe, who returned home, escaped into the space to take care of the cabbage and small animals.

She had no intention of exploring Cheng Qianhuai's past, nor did she want to delve into his secrets, so she knew how to do it.

As long as this man is harmless to her, living with a strong man is only good for her, and there is no harm.

put new feed on the chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, and poured some water on the cabbage, Song Jinhe suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly went out of the space to put the pickled grass carp into the space.

There was enough dinner at Cheng Qianhuai's house, and this fish was waiting for lunch at noon tomorrow.

Song Jinhe clapped his hands with satisfaction, and then went out of the space and lay on the bed and slept beautifully.