She didn't want to get involved in the couple's petty fights, after all, the two parties were not familiar enough to meddle in other people's family affairs.

Although Song Jinhe is willing to continue to get along with Wen Qiao, an interesting person, it is obvious that now is not the time for her to come to the rescue.

After all, the affairs between lovers are not something that she should be involved in as an outsider.

Sitting on the folding small Mazha, Song Jinhe watched Wen Qiao being taken away by Jiang Xu with a bitter face, and mercilessly took his eyes back, and continued to wait for the arrival of the next customer.

Wen Qiao had just talked to her about the price of these materials, and if someone came to buy them, she also had the confidence to bargain.

Today's dark night is still mixed with steaming heat, the searchlights hanging in the air dispel the endless night, and the noisy human voices are much more interesting than staying at home in a daze.

People are indeed social animals, and their mood will gradually deteriorate if they are always nestled at home.

Song Jinhe was very patient to greet the customers back and forth, and nearly an hour had passed since she came to the market, and she had gained a lot.

A delicate men's watch, a big brand before the end of the world, but it can only be exchanged for a bag of cookies from her hand.

A bag of hardcover garlic sausages that was properly molded was replaced with a bag of sanitary napkins.

A barrel of medical disinfectant alcohol, exchanged for a canned fruit.

……

Song Jinhe enjoys the feeling of trading, which is much more interesting than lying at home every day and chasing dramas.

See more people, see more things, and have more contact with today's survivors and learn more information.

She was boredly looking at the survivors around her when a timid child's voice suddenly rang out.

"Sister, can I exchange it for the mineral water you have handy?"

Song Jinhe raised his eyes and saw a thin and dirty little boy standing in front of the stall a little timidly, holding a small furry animal in his hand.

Very small, very small, gently held by his immature little hands, from time to time let out a short cry.

It's a cat that's all black.

Song Jinhe looked up behind the boy, and there was a tall man standing with a tattered sack on his body and a dirty axe pinned to his waist.

Seeing her move her gaze to herself, the man touched the child's head and said, "This is the cub under my big cat, the big cat is dead, and only this little thing is left."

If you can see it, I want to exchange bottles of water with you, but cat meat can't be eaten, this guy is still small, and he doesn't have a few taels of meat on his body. ”

He looked away from the furry mass as he spoke, visibly reluctant.

Song Jinhe naturally knows his feelings, and being able to take a cat to the scorching heat is enough to show how much their family attaches importance to that cat.

It's a pity that no one is having a good time now, and this kitten will never survive without its mother.

The family was reluctant to eat it, and they couldn't bear to throw the cat away, so they could only take it to the market to exchange it for supplies, and they also wanted to find a good home for the cat.

Song Jinhe had already watched their father and son go around the market several times, and it turned out that the real reason was on this little guy.

Looking at the tears that slipped from the corners of the little boy's eyes, she hesitated for a moment to take the kitten into her hand.

The boy was a little reluctant, but in the end, he handed it over cautiously at the urging of his father.

"Its mother's name is Mimi, and it's my sister."

He bit his finger and said, "My mother said that we can't raise a child for Sister Mimi, so we can only find a good owner for it." ”

Song Jinhe looked down at the cat cub in his hand, which was not as big as her palm, the hair on his body was sparse and short, but the hand felt inexplicably good.

She is usually bored to death, but in fact, it is not bad to raise such a small thing to pass the time.

"Okay, I'll take the cat, 1 bottle of water is enough for you, right?"

Nowadays, water is extremely scarce, and it is not wise to exchange it for a wilting kitten, but Song Jinhe has this capital.

The man was a little surprised when he heard this, after all, everyone could see that this was a loss-making business, but he didn't expect Song Jinhe to really agree.

"Enough is enough."

He took the mineral water, glanced at the kitten cub in Song Jinhe's hand with some reluctance, and left the market with his crying son.

Song Jinhe touched his chin and gently teased it with his fingers, but he didn't get any response.

Cheng Qianhuai's voice suddenly sounded from behind her: "Do you really want to raise it?" ”

He raised his hand and gently poked the fragile little head: "It takes time and energy to raise this little thing, aren't you afraid of trouble?" ”

Song Jinhe shook his head: "I don't have anything to do every day, and raising such a gadget can pass the time." ”

Cheng Qianhuai saw that she insisted, so naturally he would not go against her.

"Then let's go home now, I don't think it's in good shape, you'd better feed it something quickly."

Song Jinhe raised his eyes and glanced at the tent in the center of the market, stuffed the cat boy into his coat pocket, packed up all the things on the stall, and hurried back to Jinyuan Belvedere.

Cheng Qianhuai was carrying a mountaineering bag, and she carefully rubbed the kitten's body, feeling its soft body, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that she's not dead, she doesn't want to get bad news before she gets home.

The speed of the two was not slow, and they almost ran back to the community, but they saw a man standing in front of the door, who was holding a dumbbell and scratching his head at the moment.

Song Jinhe frowned a little confusedly, this guy is like a peacock opening the screen, which inexplicably makes people feel a little greasy.

looks really good, but it's a pity that the blow of the natural disaster is heavy, and his skin is inevitably a little rough, but it is also inexplicably a little more wild.

Cheng Qianhuai instantly thought of the men and women in Xu Qingkang's mouth who intended to step on his position, and they all regarded him as a dead man?

The man in front of him is probably not a good thing, and his eyes have never left Song Jinhe from the beginning.

He took two steps forward to block his gaze at Song Jinhe, raised his fingertips and shook them towards his neck, the threat was self-evident.

Cheng Qianhuai is a stingy person, he knows that a person like Song Jinhe, who is strong and rich in materials, can logically have more followers, but he is unwilling.

He finally had the opportunity to stand by her side, how could he be willing to give up the position he had won so hard?

Besides, these people like Song Jinhe just for her exquisite skins and materials, and he won't feel at ease if this kind of person stays by her side.

Song Jinhe didn't care, she wasn't interested in this kind of person, and now she wanted to go home and feed the kitten some goat milk powder, and by the way, give it a nice name.

The two walked quickly towards Building 3, and the man standing at the door of the community threw away the dumbbells in some frustration, rubbed his sore shoulders and returned to his home.

If Cheng Qianhuai is not in him, he may still have some confidence, but Song Jinhe is not a person to mess with, and the man next to her is a big killer.

Although he wants to cling to powerful people, he doesn't want to gamble with his life, after all, the life he finally picked up in the last days can't be discarded so easily.