Chapter 122：

At this time, the staff had counted the bedding on the train. There were 500 sets of bedding and quilts. Tang Sihuang only kept 24 quilts, plus a ton of diesel, which totaled 12429 points.

"I don't know where to find a house?" Tang Sihuang asked.

A figure in the crowd came cleverly. He was a skinny little old man with ragged clothes and patches, but he looked clean, patted his chest, and said enthusiastically, "This gentleman, just ask me. When it comes to knowing the city of WH best, I recognize the second, and no one dares to recognize the first! "

Tang Xin looked at the man for a few moments, and hesitantly said, "Would you be ... a beggar?" He was not sure about hurting self-esteem.

The man nodded generously, and looked quite proud: "Yes. Because I am a beggar, I can live well in the last days."

Tang Sihuang held Tang Miao and walked towards the car: "Get in the car."

(End of Volume 1)

Chapter 123: The Lost Lovers Volume 2 Base Survival

This sleep was very solid and very satisfying. Tang Miao yawned, opened her eyes, and saw the sky above her, but found that she had left the car, but how did he feel that he was hanging?

"Woke up?"

A low magnetic voice sounded above, Tang Miao raised her head, and slammed into a pair of deep eyes without warning. These eyes are clear, like an abyss that can't be seen to the end. For a moment, the soul seems to stun for a second, as if a little careless, it will be sucked in. The heat from the chest that came into contact with the body came through several layers of cloth. Tang Miao felt like a fever, the whole body was hot, and the heart paused for a few seconds, then suddenly out of the usual frequency, 怦怦Jump straight, it seems to jump out of the chest.

Come on! Isn't this feeling only in the face of your sweetheart?

He didn't wait for his response, a hint of doubt appeared on the handsome face of the man holding him, his eyebrows raised slightly, his eyes looking at his face carefully.

"Uncomfortable?"

Tang Miao's heart was shocked and confused, and he smiled subconsciously, his arms wrapped around his skin very naturally, trying to explain that he was okay, and suddenly became stiff and pale. He is not a real sixteen-year-old child, and understands very well how it is to face one's heartbeat so fast and to want to touch another. But is this possible? This person is not only a man, but also related to him.

He glanced at the people around him, and he remembered what occasion he was now, and quickly jumped down to the ground: "Daddy, are you here? Hey!"

The pain in the stomping heart made him almost kneel on the ground, but fortunately Tang Sihuang held him in time and hugged him again.

Tang Miaogang's calm heart was chaotic again.

鑫 Tang Xin pierced Tang Miao with contempt, and Tang Miao turned a blind eye. Then she realized that she was barefoot and was held horizontally. It was embarrassing and wondering: "Daddy, why does my foot hurt so much?"

司 Tang Sihuang looked at his feet and hugged him forward: "The bubbles on my feet have been picked, and I have been treated with medicine."

"Who's on?" Tang Miao asked casually.

"I went." Tang Sihuang glanced at him.

"Thank Daddy ..." Tang Miao's face warmed. "I'm on", why did he think of the discordant aspect? A picture emerged in my mind: lying on the bed in a deep sleep, Tang Sihuang picked up his bare feet and put the disinfectant on the blisters ...

stop!

Tang Miao secretly slaps on his leg, smiles at Tang Sihuang Factory, and can only be held by him, and sees many people around him looking at this side, and each of Tang Wen's faces is smiling. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't wait to find a hole to drill in, but my face was not obvious. Anyway, now I am young, and I look around very generously.

Tang Sihuang smiled silently.