Chapter 494

Zhang Xiaoqiang is very happy. He thinks Huang Tingwei is playing tricks. Finally, he gives him a surprise. He happily pours half a cup of coffee into his mouth.

"The above is basically our harvest. Unfortunately, the hongjian-8 anti tank missile launcher and the 87 type 35mm automatic grenade launcher were all on other military trains and were burned by a fire."

"Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff, He shook his head and said:

"Go ahead... Get those two chariots out for me... Even if they can't drive, they have to be loaded on the truck and towed for me... As long as they are weapons, as long as they are ammunition... Don't care if they are useful or not. Get them all back for me. Even if I can't use them, I look at them, And I'd love to

Zhang Xiaoqiang was very depressed and said a lot of confused words. Huang Tingwei nodded repeatedly. Zhang Xiaoqiang asked him to go to work. He turned around and left. The speed looked like a trot.

Only then did Zhang Xiaodie have the opportunity to open the water bottle and add coffee to him. Just as he opened the lid, Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his hand and threw out the coffee cup in the water. The cup tumbled and fell into the water, causing waves.

Zhang Xiaoqiang fell in the wheelchair, closed his eyes and raised his head. A pair of jade hands with a little cold held his forehead, and two thumbs buckled on his temples to massage him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't speak, doesn't open his eyes, and allows his hands to massage him. He knows who it is. Shangguan Qiaoyun, only her body has this faint warm fragrance

"Why don't you choose to leave? You are a very independent woman. Unlike Yuan Yi and Yang Ke'er, you don't know how to live without me. What are you trying to write? "

Zhang Xiaoqiang closed his eyes and asked why Shangguan Qiaoyun wanted to follow him. It seems that this cat like woman made the choice of a dog.

After three or five seconds, he continued to massage his hands. A breeze from the upper reaches of the river stirred his face. In this summer, he felt comfortable and heavy in the shade of the tree. He was about to go to sleep.

Shangguan Qiaoyun's soft voice with magnetism in his hoarse voice sounded in his ear. It was not big, soft, with a little bit of nasal voice, which was a kind of temptation.

"I want to leave you. Before you get hurt, you are the best man in my heart. No one can match you, and only you are worth fighting for. After you get hurt, you become a weak person, a weak person that I can kill by raising my hand. I wonder, how can you match me?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang still closed his eyes, breathing without hearing Shangguan's sarcasm and disorder, but more stable, seems to be sleeping.

"The first time I wanted to leave, I saw the irony of your mouth. At that time, I knew how selfish I was. I was not a good woman, a wicked woman, the most vicious woman. I left you when you needed comfort and help most."

Said here, Shangguan Qiaoyun looked down at Zhang Xiaoqiang's expression, Zhang Xiaoqiang as before, there is no excitement and boredom on his face, it seems that he has fallen asleep.

Qiaoyun, the chief officer, doesn't care whether Zhang Xiaoqiang is sleeping or not. She continues to press the thumb and spits out the sweet sound of itching.

"The second time I want to tell you, my choice is the same as the first time, I know myself clearly, I am a woman with a heart like snakes and scorpions, so what? I used to live for my mother, later... Why should I live for you? Why can't I live for myself? I have the ability, I can deal with most zombies. My skills can make me live like a queen, a real queen, no longer relying on men as before. "

A drop of hot tears fell on his face. His eyes rolled slightly under his eyelids, and there was no more movement, Let the tears slide down his cheek.

A delicate index finger caught the tear and gently wiped it from his face. His temple was massaged again.

"Women's lives are bitter. In today's world, women's lives are even more bitter. Seeing those women who are spoiled by smelly men, I'm afraid. I'm afraid that I will become Susie one day. If you don't let me choose that day, I will follow you all the time. I don't want to betray you. I don't want to learn from Susie. You let me choose, Why did you... Why did you let me choose... Let me realize that I'm a snake and scorpion woman... Why

Shangguan Qiaoyun cried. She tortured her conscience again. She was hurt. It was hurt in her heart and soul. The hurt hurt hurt her deeply. After crying for a while, she sniffed and sobbed. She continued to speak, No previous kind of flattery, hoarse still, but with a kind of peace.

"I have never been in love, really, I don't cheat you. Before, I contacted with all kinds of men just for the benefit of making my life better. It's a kind of exchange. All along, I don't believe in love and think love is a fool's emotion. When I saw you sleeping that day, I changed, I became a fool, and I finally fell in love with you, You're such a pestA smooth and tender fingertip gently points on his forehead. It seems that his forehead is the tender and tender tofu. With a little fingertip, it turns into a palm, gently caressing his eyes, nose, lips, and stubble on his chin. With a sigh, it slightly moistens his lips.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, who had been pretending to sleep, felt the moist heat, and a warm smell sprayed on his cheek. "Don't open your eyes... Dead or alive... Zhang Xiaoqiang said to himself in his heart that a big man was secretly kissed by a woman, which made him embarrassed.

Slightly hot lips point over his lips, kiss his nose, kiss in his eyes, after that, fragrant lips away, beauty without a trace... Zhang Xiaoqiang, who is waiting for Shangguan Qiaoyun to take the next step, really sleeps in the boring waiting.

After lunch, Zhang Xiaoqiang came to Wang Le's temporary repair shop. Here, Wang Le's tools seem to be more disordered. Scattered guns are thrown on the ground like cabbage. On the simple worktable, all kinds of gun barrels and parts are piled up into a hill. Wang Le sits under the worktable and stares at a rusty qjz89 12.7mm heavy machine gun, I don't know what I'm talking about.

Zhang Xiaoqiang turns his wheelchair wisely. It seems that Wang Le is very upset. Hundreds of rifles that need to be repaired can't be made well in a short time and a half