After a hot pot meal, both of them sweated, Song Jinhe took two pieces of paper to wipe the sweat, and handed Cheng Qianhuai two by the way.

"It's definitely hot if you wear long sleeves, you just take off your shirt, I don't mind."

Cheng Qianhuai's ears were a little red when he heard this: "This is not good." ”

Song Jinhe waved his hand indifferently: "What's wrong with this, I don't have anything wrong with you, just rest assured."

How can you eat hot pot in long sleeves and pants like you, inexplicably. ”

Cheng Qianhuai hesitated for a moment and then unbuttoned his shirt a little restrainedly, but he didn't dare to undo it all, just scattered the three buttons on the top, and then didn't dare to continue.

Song Jinhe looked at him like this, his shirt was half open, his ears were crimson, and he subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

Shaking her head, she hurriedly grabbed a piece of duck blood and put it in a bowl, dipped it in the ingredients, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Cheng Qianhuai, a fool, doesn't he know that this kind of appearance of only unbuttoning three or two buttons is more tempting?

The two spent the rest of their hot pot time cramped and embarrassed, and after cleaning up the mess, they hurriedly changed their clothes and returned to the fireplace.

Song Jinhe is still a little skeptical about life, she always feels that Cheng Qianhuai deliberately tempted her in the space, but his own ears are not decently red, but as if he is really shy.

Cheng Qianhuai looked at her reaction, and forced the corners of her lips down, without revealing her true thoughts.

Yes, he did it on purpose.

Song Jinhe is not open to feelings at all, but his desire for her is getting stronger and stronger, but she turns a blind eye to the surging love that cannot be suppressed.

In this case, he can only go off the rails, focusing on a secret poke and poke seduction, and one day he can make this woman feel good about him.

Not long after the two of them came out, they heard the sound of the security door being knocked, and the charm in the air was instantly broken.

Cheng Qianhuai was a little displeased, but Song Jinhe stood up and walked out, shivering from the cold and shivering.

The person standing was none other than Scarfaced Wang Xingsheng.

There was no one behind him, and the skin on his body was slightly bruised, obviously frozen not lightly.

Song Jinhe opened his mouth through the door: "Is there something wrong?" ”

Wang Xingsheng was a little excited when he heard the sound inside the door, rubbed his frozen hands, and hurriedly spoke: "Do you have any extra firewood or anything in your hands?" I want to trade supplies with you. ”

When their team moved here, they actually stockpiled a lot of firewood, but there were too many of them, and now it has been 2 months, and they are about to see the bottom of the firewood.

It was unrealistic to go out to find supplies at the temperature outside, so I could only go upstairs to try my luck with Song Jinhe.

There is no other reason than that the fireplace chimney sticking out of the 18th floor emits black smoke every day.

If there is smoke, it proves that they have firewood, and if they have firewood, they may be able to exchange some firewood with supplies.

Song Jinhe listened to his intention, and didn't think long before he spoke: "The firewood in our hands is enough for the two of us to save it, although I also want to help you, but I can't do it if I have the heart." ”

The firewood and charcoal in her space could be called a mountain of firewood, but she didn't want to show her wealth, and she didn't want to be the hope of the survivors in Building 3 to survive.

Although it is exchanged for materials, she has a lot of materials no matter what, and there is no need to expose her material reserves for some petty profits.

Song Jinhe's answer was expected by Wang Xingsheng, he lowered his voice and leaned in front of the door to speak: "I have a grenade in my hand, this is my last hole card, I will exchange this with you, okay?" ”

This grenade was accidentally obtained when he was fighting with others, and he used one to save his life before, and now he only has the last one left in his hand.

He didn't really want to exchange this life-saving object, but seeing that his teammates couldn't support it without firewood, he knew he couldn't continue to hide.

Song Jinhe's eyes moved when she heard this, she knew that the danger in the future would definitely be more difficult to deal with, and she had a hard enough weapon in her hand to survive.

She didn't want to miss the grenade, after all, it could save her life in a critical moment.

In fact, there are already stored guns and ammunition in the space, but these things are non-renewable, and they are gone after use.

It can only be said that the more the merrier.

Song Jinhe gritted his teeth and responded: "I can exchange it with you, but our supplies are also very scarce, so we can only give you 30 catties of firewood, see if you can accept it." ”

30 pounds, a solid wood desk is more than 30 pounds, and she has already pushed the price very low.

Wang Xingsheng naturally understands that 30 catties of firewood is indeed not as precious as a grenade, but the most important thing in extremely cold weather is these warm guys.

He pondered for a moment, then nodded his head in response.

He understood that only the 18th floor of the entire No. 3 building could save them, and although 30 catties of firewood was not much, it was enough for a group of them to last one more day.

Wang Xingsheng nodded in agreement, but Song Jinhe felt heavy in his heart.

She had to admit that this man was indeed a very good team leader, with a group of old and weak women and children begging for a living in the last days, but he never said that he would abandon any of them.

"Okay, then you wait for me to find it, and Cheng Qianhuai and I will bring firewood to you later."

Song Jinhe naturally needs a while to prepare firewood, and during this time, Wang Xingsheng can't be allowed to wait in the corridor all the time, and he has to freeze to death.

When the other party heard her agree, her mood instantly improved, and she walked back to the 16th floor with her hands that were red from the cold.

Song Jinhe returned to 1801, took out a plastic woven bag from the space, and stuffed the firewood that he and Cheng Qianhuai had chopped into it one by one, until the bag was full.

Cheng Qianhuai stood beside her to help support the bag, and looked at her with a little more banter: "These are more than 30 pounds, right?" ”

Song Jinhe smiled, but did not answer.

Wang Xingsheng once borrowed a rubber boat and gave them a lot of supplies, which was already overgiven, and now these firewood are even repaid for the extra materials he gave at the beginning.

He's an honest man, a good captain, and a good stranger.

Song Jinhe is willing to give him some convenience, which can be regarded as making a friend and leaving one more way for himself.

At this moment, she didn't know that it was her decision that allowed her to get the support of Wang Xingsheng's team in the future and successfully gain a firm foothold in the last days.

Wrapped themselves tightly, Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai walked downstairs together, carrying the big bag of firewood, they knocked on the door of 1602.

In order to save wood, the survivors of Wang Xingsheng's team have all gathered in a room, and a small brazier is lit inside, although it is not very useful, but it is much warmer than outside.

Seeing that they were carrying bags in their hands, Wang Xingsheng hurriedly stepped forward and reached out to take it, but looked up at Song Jinhe in shock when he touched the weight.

"Didn't you say 30 pounds?"

Song Jinhe smiled when he heard this: "I should make a good fate, you are a good captain, this time I will help you and make the big guys have a warmer life." ”

(End of chapter)