Xu Mengzhu sat next to Shangguan Qiaoyun. Today, she was scared more than she had received in her life. After several times, she was close to the edge of the collapse. She was looking at the raging fire in front of her, only under the warm fire. Her heart was slightly calm, looking at the blazing flame, she suddenly remembered something, and suddenly looked up at Zhang Xiaoqiang's side.

On the left side of Zhang Xiaoqiang, Yang Keer, who is holding a notebook to watch a movie, Yang Keer may also know that Zhang Xiaoqiang is thinking, trying to keep the volume of the notebook to a minimum. Now he is seeing the tension, and the whole mind is immersed in the movie.

Sitting on the right side of Zhang Xiaoqiang is exactly what he is, and now he is already afraid of his mother. At that time, he was inexplicably cuddled from time to time, and he was out of breath several times. For this reason, he subconsciously wanted to stay away from his mother. Zhang Xiaoqiang’s side is a good choice, at least, Zhang Xiaoqiang will not inexplicably

When the safe and uninhibited fall to Xu Mengzhu's eyes, Xu Mengzhu will breathe a sigh of relief and immerse his gaze in the flame. After a long time, she will suddenly raise her head and look at her own child. Xu Mengzhu’s strangeness has not been More attention to others, in addition to being blinded by my mother.

He was boringly playing with his seven-seven pistol. When he was stuck in the handle of the gun by the numerous empty clips he had made, he remembered what Zhang Xiaoqiang had said during the day and couldn’t help but cast his sight on him. Very annoying man.

I hate Zhang Xiaoqiang, but I don’t know why I hate it. Maybe Zhang Xiaoqiang saw his mother’s unscrupulous eyes for the first time.

However, with his contact with Zhang Xiaoqiang, I feel that Zhang Xiaoqiang is really not bad, at least better than his father who stayed at home for two weeks a year, although Zhang Xiaoqiang will teach him from time to time, but that It will only happen when he is in trouble. At other times, Zhang Xiaoqiang is very tolerant to him. Even his own is hard to get dirty. Zhang Xiaoqiang has never seen him. He can sit at a table with his dirty people. Eat on.

Zhang Xiaoqiang’s behavior surprised and surprised him. This feeling has never been seen. In his impression, the father is just a symbol, a symbol that only appears at the end of the year. In the little head, the father is a stranger. The real home means that he and his mother, even if Dad may die, he only feels dead a stranger.

Zhang Xiaoqiang’s occasional sternness, Zhang Xiaoqiang’s occasional tolerance, and Zhang Xiaoqiang’s arm that he fled and ran his collar and rescued him, let him feel the feeling that he had never felt before in his mother. He felt that he couldn’t understand himself, as if Zhang Xiaoqiang was holding the tall man he looked at in the distance.

Of course, he still hates Zhang Xiaoqiang, not the kind of simple hate, nor does he hate the kind of look that Zhang Xiaoqiang sees his mother, but one kind? how to say? The child's rebellious mentality, Zhang Xiaoqiang asked him to do it, this is not allowed to be hateful, like the annoyance of adolescent children to the strict father.

Since being rescued from home, I feel that my mother has changed and become very strange. I don’t care about him as much as I used to, care about him. He doesn’t know why. Gradually, Zhang Xiaoqiang replaces his mother’s role. Make him very uncomfortable.

Now that he remembered what Zhang Xiaoqiang had said during the day, it was his dream to fill his small pistol with bullets. He could ask him to ask for Zhang Xiaoqiang. He felt very embarrassed and always felt very disappointing. Is it true? Going to ask him?

The mind struggled repeatedly in the heart. In the end, the desire for bullets suppressed the uncomfortableness in the heart. He looked up and looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang.

"Well, you can eat it." With the words of Yuan Yi's cold, the dinner was done.

Dinner is very simple, except Yuan Yi's special soup, other, and other players eat no different, Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the edge of the fire and then digested dinner, only at this moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang will feel himself Still alive, and still alive, know that he is used to the hungry survivors, but he himself has not really been hungry.

Nothing to think about, just sitting quietly on the side of the fire, listening to the "single" sparks on the dry firewood, a slight sound, hanging a whole day of heart to really rest, one The thick tiredness of the stock suddenly came, Zhang Xiaoqiang was trying to take a nap through this comfortable time, a small hand gently pulled a few times on his sleeve.

Zhang Xiaoqiang opened his eyes and saw his sleeves silently looking at himself. Looking at the dirty cockroaches, Zhang Xiaoqiang showed his doubtful eyes. It seems that this little child has always ignored himself. Today What kind of wind is it? This kid took the initiative to come to the door?

Seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang’s attention on his body, he took out his seven-seven pistol and swayed in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang. His face was not cautious when he asked for help. Instead, he raised his dirty face. The look of the deputy collection.

Zhang Xiaoqiang had long forgotten what he said to him during the day. At that time, he was always thinking about **** people, who remembers them.

See Zhang Xiaoqiang still do not understand, anxious, he danced the pistol again, and put the pistol under Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyelids and shake.

"You want to change the pistol? Isn't this gun good? Your hand is not big. You can't play with a big pistol. Use it first. When you grow up, I will change the gun for you."

As long as a person is full, he will be slow to respond, not to mention that Zhang Xiaoqiang is now the most comfortable rest of the day. So far, he has not meant to be white.

He was a little anxious, but he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang’s slack expression, and thought that Zhang Xiaoqiang’s speech was not counted. In anxious, he made something he had never thought of, and “wow” rushed over, one end. I bumped into Zhang Xiaoqiang’s chest and knocked Zhang Xiaoqiang, whose body was slow, to the ground.

When Zhang Xiaoqiang was knocked down, he still couldn’t figure it out. He still didn’t know how to step on the tail of this kitten. After hitting Zhang Xiaoqiang’s arms, he slammed into Zhang Xiaoqiang’s chest~lightnovelpub.net~哎哟哟···放··放··放口, painful pain···”

Zhang Xiaoqiang screamed, and the farce on their side also caught the attention of other people. Yang Keer saw that the twist between the two people did not come to help, but it was a look of good looks, and his mouth was still shouting. call.

Yuan Yi and Shangguan Qiaoyun also saw that they did not speak or act. They knew that Zhang Xiaoqiang would not have anything. He also knew that Zhang Xiaoqiang liked this little child very much, so they did not see it when they saw it. Wipe the gun and collect the bowl.

Xu Mengzhu saw that her child was actually in the arms of Zhang Xiaoqiang and was shocked. When she saw her child biting Zhang Xiaoqiang’s chest like a puppy, her heart immediately tightened. An unprecedented fear has hit the heart. It is a long-felt fear of Zhang Xiaoqiang, a jealousy of his own children, and other things that can't be said, suddenly burst out.

"Ah...······· With the screams of Xu Mengzhu's disappointment, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who is crying, and the spleen who is making a small temper, stopped to look at Xu Mengzhu.

Xu Mengzhu, like a nightmare, wrapped her arms around her tightly, her daggers drooping, her body trembled slightly, and she could hear her whispering something, although she was not far from everyone, she could not hear clearly. What the **** is she talking about.

I forgot to continue to bite down, and Zhang Xiaoqiang, who had forgotten the pain, looked at Xu Mengzhu. After that, one big and one small two looked at each other, and the squatting teeth were still hanging on Zhang Xiaoqiang’s chest.

"Your mother is a neuropathy?" A word was sprayed out of Zhang Xiaoqiang's mouth without a brain, but there was no rebuttal, except for the roots.

"Your kid is a king of eight? How do you bite it and not let go? By relying on ····口口, painful pain··········