Chapter 158： He thought

He thought that he thought that the warfare would not be expected, that the end of the world would come, but he did not think that Enron was a woman who could give birth to her child by gritting her teeth!

I'm pregnant. Why don't you talk about such a big thing? Even if he can't be contacted for a while and a half, he can't make more calls to the army? Which man in the world has the house car ticket ready for a woman, this woman is not satisfied, and still shouts emptiness and loneliness every day. Will this man have no temper?

Well, even if he lost his temper, Enron couldn't make more calls? As long as you hit one more step down, he is still her man, she is still his wife, he will tell her, wait for him, he is already writing a veteran application.

差 It's been such a long time for half a year! !! !!

Yes, because he was so angry, Zhan Lian did n’t call his wife for half a year. He was suffocated, lost his temper, and made a fuss. This is all right. Enron gritted his teeth and gave birth to the child. He is now a wife and no children.

Why does Zhan Lian not want to be killed?

The old cat watched Zhan Lian's madness with a look of silence, watching him hit his head against the wall, and the wall bumped into a few cracks, but Zhan Lian's head was fine, and the old cat let down his heart. Come, turn silently, and continue to find the trace of Enron and the child.

Sometimes men are bitter and do not need a person to enlighten and relieve themselves. At this time of warfare, what is needed most is to be alone.

I searched in the living room and baby room for a long time, and the old cat didn't find any valuable clues. Then he went out and looked for them. In the corridor, he found two decayed corpses with mice crawling on them.

Looking at the wearing of these two bodies, they should be men, not women and children. When the mice saw a living person in the corridor, they opened their red eyes and ran towards the old cat. As soon as his figure shook, he saw a shadow floating in place. After a while, all the mice were split in half by his knife.

The old cat looked at the corpse of the mouse on the ground, smiled with disdain, turned, carried the knife back to Zhan Lian's house, closed the door, ran to the master bedroom, and the wall was knocked down by Zhan Lian, but Zhan Lian is not in the bedroom.

Some old cats in my heart hurried to the balcony of the bedroom and looked down. There was no corpse in the green belt below, and he was relieved, and began to search for fighters in the house for a long time. Then he went up to the attic, and found in the attic that Zhan Lian was kneeling in front of a box and her hands were still holding Enron's pregnant notebook.

The light in the attic is not as good as the one downstairs. In the quiet air, a beam of sunlight fell from the window and shined on the wooden floor. The thick texture of the floor was particularly delicate and obvious. The old cat stood quietly. Behind Zhan Lian, looking at his wide back, he knelt on the ground like a remorse, motionless.

"I saw her that year, and she looked at the pitiful look of being led home," Zhan Lian knelt on the ground, always clearing her voice, as if she remembered something, with a smile in her sadness, "In fact, people like us are not suitable for marriage. I know this. We live today, and we don't know if we will be alive tomorrow. What do we do when we get married? It's uncomfortable to get home with a burden."