The firewood was red and hot, making everyone's faces red. I don't know if it was roasted by fire or drunk by wine.

Zhou Qianqian is actually very good at drinking. She didn't have much trouble drinking a glass of wine. She didn't show any excessive performance except pulling Yang Bingbing and insisting on singing, and smirking at Zhang Ping'an.

Not because Tingting and Yang Bingbing drank too much, would Zhang Ping'an take back the bottle of wine? They insisted on pouring another bottle of wine into their stomachs?

Finally, the beef was finished, the meal was full, and the bottle of wine was drunk.

The little policewoman Tingting cried and threw himself on the ground and cried, calling mom, dad.

Yang Bingbing smiled, tears flowing down her face. Zhang Ping'an didn't know what she was laughing at.

The end of the world is difficult, the road ahead is far away, and drunk overnight is a beautiful and rare thing.

Zhang Ping'an looked at the three people tilted around the ground, shook his head, washed the cooking pot, and boiled it with water. There was still tea in the bag. Zhang Ping'an waited for the water to boil and brewed tea, lit a cigarette, sat quietly, staring at the flashing flames in a daze.

I don’t know if my mother is fine. The house is a two-story building and a yard. As long as my mother locks the yard and closes the door tightly, it should be fine.

Zhang Ping'an sighed, he could only comfort himself like this now.

"Can you give me a cigarette?"

When Yang Bingbing sat up, Zhang Ping'an noticed it, but he didn't move. He felt that this woman had something to do with her worries, which was not that simple. Although Tingting was a bit arrogant, who among the women born in the 1990s had no personality? She was straightforward and had a clear distinction between love and hate, so Zhang Ping'an didn't need to be wary of it.

On the contrary, Zhang Ping'an, the woman Yang Bingbing, couldn't guess what she was thinking. Although she was about the same age as Tingting, perhaps because of her profession, she always wore a mask on her face. What kind of thoughts do she have after her smile? When Zhang Ping'an even looked in her eyes, she couldn't believe the emotions conveyed by her eyes.

Yang Bingbing is indeed a very good actor.

"Can you give me a cigarette?" Yang Bingbing walked to Zhang Ping'an, sat down, leaned against the wall, stretched her body, making her legs look very long and her curves are very beautiful.

Zhang Ping'an threw a cigarette for her, and Yang Bingbing lit it on the fire, took a breath, and coughed loudly.

Zhang Ping'an poured some tea for her.

"The tea is very good, it seems you can enjoy it very much." Yang Bingbing took a sip of tea, took another sip of cigarette, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I rarely smoke, I'm afraid of hurting my throat. But now there is no need, and no one will listen to me singing anymore."

Zhang Ping'an smiled, but there was no response.

"I have a premonition that I won't live long." Yang Bingbing sighed, "You are all so powerful. Even Ting Ting has a good marksmanship. This world is not suitable for people like me."

Zhang Ping'an put on the teacup, took a sip, and said slowly: "If you think so, you really can't live for two days."

Yang Bingbing looked sad and looked at Zhang Ping'an, "Actually, at the moment when the end of the world came, I felt like I was dead. That day, tens of thousands of people in the venue died. All those who liked and loved me turned into zombies. I lived for them, and they were gone. What's the point of living?"

Zhang Ping'an smiled slightly, "Isn't Zhou Qianqian still there? She likes you very much and asks you for your autograph."

Yang Bingbing also smiled and looked back at Zhou Qianqian who was sleeping by the fire, "She is very cute. I was not as beautiful as her when I was as old as her. She is not your daughter, right?"

"She is my neighbor and lives with her mother. That night, her mother was injured and turned into a zombie in order to save her. I discovered her and killed her mother who had become a zombie with her. Then she kept following me."

Zhang Ping'an didn't want to pull it off. He didn't like to have to worry about guessing what the other party wanted to express in the space he was completely controlled. He was very tired. On this night, he just wanted to have a good rest. There was very little free time and it was very precious.

He turned his face, looked at Yang Bingbing, and said, "They are all drunk, you are still very sober. It should not be just a matter of alcohol tolerance. If you want to say anything, you can tell me directly, but if it is still so foggy, then you can go to bed after smoking this cigarette."

He stood up, "I have something to be sure. If you were with Ting Ting, she would definitely protect you as much as possible. You would not die before her."

After taking two steps and stopping again, Zhang Ping'an smiled, "I can be sure that you don't want to die, you can give everything to die. This world is no different from that world. It's the same prey of the weak, but it's more intuitive. I personally feel that as long as you live, you can adapt more than them."

Yang Bingbing's face turned pale, biting her lip and couldn't speak anymore.

"If it's okay, I'll go to bed first. You squeezed with them, and the fire was warm."

"Can I take a shower?" Yang Bingbing's eyes circulated and pointed at the boiling water on the fire. "I haven't taken a shower for ten days, and I have smelled."

"It's okay." Zhang Ping'an carried his bag into the inner room and tidied up the bed. No one had slept on this bed for more than ten days and was covered with a layer of dust.

Zhang Ping'an muttered cigarettes, took a pillow and patted it on the bed. Although he was sleeping with his clothes, he would still feel comfortable to dry and quiet.

Soon, the sound of undressing and taking off her clothes sounded outside.

After a while, the voice stopped, and Yang Bingbing whispered outside, "Will you have any clothes to change?"

Zhang Ping'an sighed, threw down his pillow and walked out.

As soon as he went out, he was stunned for a moment.

Yang Bingbing stood by the fire, wearing only a thin shirt, holding the collar with one hand and the hem with the other. The thin fabric was pulled closer to her body under her pull. Under the firelight, the content inside could be clearly seen, the black lace cup and close-fitting underwear, tempting and mysterious.

The shirt was a little long, just covering her buttocks, and her slender legs outlined a perfect curve, then extended upwards, and suddenly retracted to the waist, making her hips look rounder and slender waist.

This is a top female body!

Yang Bingbing just stood up simply, but she showed infinite charm. Her face was shy and timid, which made people feel a urge to hug her tightly and forcefully conquer her.

Zhang Ping'an hasn't touched a woman for too long, let alone such a mature and perfect body.

After coughing, he walked over, picked up Zhou Qianqian's bag, searched through it, found a set of ordinary underwear and handed it to Yang Bingbing.

"Be careful of a cold."

Zhang Ping'an returned to the inner room, covered the door, took off his coat and put it in the quilt.

The sound of water quickly sounded outside, and it sounded in Zhang Ping'an's ears.

Zhang Ping'an lay halfway down, lit a cigarette, and slowly smoked, "What is she doing? Haven't she given up yet?"

A cigarette was smoked, Zhang Ping'an popped up the cigarette butt, and his ears moved. He heard a subtle sound. Yang Bingbing walked towards the inner room on tiptoe.
Chapter completed!