It is said that Fu Huai, the base chief of Jinshan Base, is a three-line supernatural player, and he is not lower than the second-tier.

Furthermore, Fu Huai's woman is still a stubborn stubble.

There was a man who didn't have long eyes before thinking that Rong Huang was an ordinary person with no abilities, and while Fu Huai was away, he wanted to plot against her.

As a result, several bones were broken by the man named Rong Huang.

It is estimated that the rest of my life will have to be spent in bed.

Both are ugly people, who would dare to put their ideas on the Jinshan base?

At this moment, two ugly people are wandering around the market.

Since the zombie virus has been effectively controlled, some people have brought their belongings out to set up stalls.

There were all sorts of things on the stall, everything.

Rong Huang put the lipstick back in Fu Huai's hand with a look of unwillingness, and then grabbed two bags of chicken feet, "I want this! This!"

Fu Huai stared at Rong Huang’s soft white face for two seconds. He took the chicken claws away from Rong Huang’s hand in a cruel and ruthless manner, and put it back, "You have eaten at least twenty bags of chicken claws this week. have eaten."

Rong Huang groaned and wanted to act like a baby, but Fu Huai reached out and pinched his mouth, "Be good, huh?"

Rong Huang remembered that Fu Huai said this last time because she and She Anqing ran out of the base to steal chickens from other bases.

At that time, Fu Huai saw Rong Huang who was so dirty and didn't say anything.

At night, Rong Huang was pushed onto the bed by Fu Huai.

Fu Huai said this at the time.

Rong Huang touched her waist subconsciously. She was still a child, still growing up. He couldn't eat the King's kidney every time in the middle of the night.

Rong Huang immediately left the booth decisively and headed to the next one.

It doesn't matter, there are two bags of chicken feet in the quilt in her room.

In the end, Rong Huang exchanged a pack of instant noodles for a box of cocktails that I didn't know which small factory produced or the specific production date.

After Fu Huai returned, he threw the cocktail into the corner and forcibly ordered Rong Huang not to drink.

This kind of fake wine can easily affect IQ if you drink too much.

But Rong Huang didn't listen to him. In the middle of the night, he got up in the middle of the night, found the cocktail smoothly, and took a few sips of a bottle.

"Hiccup~" Rong Huang quickly covered his mouth, looked around with his bright eyes, and saw that Fu Huai hadn't moved there, so he continued.

After one bottle went down, Rong Huang burped again.

When Fu Huai saw the little girl lying in the corner softly, her head lowered, and she was sleeping soundly while holding the wine bottle, she finally couldn't help getting out of bed and walking to Rong Huang.

"Baby." Fu Huai said lightly, raising his hand and squeezing Rong Huang's face. It felt very good and slippery.

Rong Huang was squeezed so intensely that he quickly raised his head.

Only then did Fu Huai notice that the little girl seemed to be drunk, and her eyes that had always been shining in the past were now covered with a layer of mist.

Fu Huai glanced at the fake wine in Rong Huang's arms and couldn't help being amused. Suddenly, a white hand approached and grabbed his ear.

"Who...who are you?" Rong Huang tried to open his eyes wide to identify, but he couldn't recognize who the other party was. "How dare you make a mess on this king's territory, be careful that this king takes you!"

Fu Huai raised his hand and held his forehead, the curvature of the corner of his mouth never went down.

He looks so cute when he is drunk.

The ears were a bit painful, Fu Huai stretched out her hand to pull Rong Huang's hand off, but she didn't know that Rong Huang had let go of her hand first.

Rong Huang hiccuped again.

I don't know if it is Fu Huai's illusion, the milk fragrance in the air has become more intense.

Rong Huang first supported his face with his hands, stared at Fu Huai for a while, and then reached out to support Fu Huai's face.

Fu Huai looked at the little girl who was laughing stupidly, and pressed her lower lip.

The strength of holding his face gradually diminished, and Fu Huai narrowed his eyes to see Rong Huang. The little girl was already asleep.

Fu Huai sighed, leaned forward to hug Rong Huang, and then gently put it on the bed.

The moonlight outside the window penetrated in, making Rong Huang's skin whiter, like a crystal, which broke with the touch.

Fu Huai rubbed the little girl's soft cheek with his fingertips, and the deep eyes contained a possessiveness that had never been shown in front of Rong Huang in the day.

A kiss fell gently between the brows.

Fu Huai knew very well that she didn't need to accept him.

He met her and was willing to paint a prison.