Tang Ying was willing to accept him.
Zhang Cheng was naturally very happy.
In the eyes of his neighbors, he was just a useless house, living on the savings left behind by his parents.
She could only fantasize about having a partner in the middle of the night.
"We're…we're husband and wife now, aren't we?"”
Tang Ying didn't expect Zhang Cheng to be so shameless.
Or are all men like this? Would they all climb up the ladder?
The two of them did not stay at the entrance but returned to the room.
Tang Ying's room smelled nice.
Moreover, the decorations and accessories in the room were all very girlish.
Pink curtains, an ivory cabinet, and a Winnie the Pooh doll on the bedside table.
"We'll live together from now on," Zhang Cheng said to Tang Ying.”
……
Zhang Cheng was lying on the sofa.
He realized that he might be quite powerful in some aspects.
Perhaps it was because he had cultivated the Qilin Arm for many years.
Tang Ying was sleeping beside him.
She was really exhausted.
Looking at Tang Ying who was sleeping soundly beside him, Zhang Cheng walked to the living room.
He took out a cigarette from his jeans.
He lit a cigarette.
At this moment, the photo album on the coffee table attracted Zhang Cheng's attention.
The first page of the photo album was a family photo.
There were three people in the family portrait.
A middle-aged man, a middle-aged woman, and Tang Ying.
They were Tang Ying's parents.
The second page was a photo of Tang Ying when she was young.
From infants, kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, high school, university…
"Ah!"
At this moment, a woman's scream suddenly came from the opposite building.
Zhang Cheng immediately put down the photo album, got up, went to the balcony, pulled open the curtains, and looked at the opposite building.
On the 13th floor of Building 12, a woman was surrounded by a group of zombies.
"Help!"
"Save me!"
The woman used all her strength to break free from the zombie.
However, her actions were completely futile.
With his limbs and body being grabbed by more than ten zombies, there was no way he could escape.
Women would definitely be eaten.
Just as Zhang Cheng was about to draw the curtains, he saw a man in a white short-sleeved shirt waving at him from the balcony on the 14th floor.
Then, the man took out a canvas and wrote three words on it-" Help me."
The man wore round-rimmed glasses and looked very artistic.
Even a simple white shirt could match his figure.
If such a man appeared in front of a woman, he would probably be considered a male god.
The man was indeed a painter. On the day of the zombie crisis, he was the only one at home.
Like Tang Ying, he wanted to hide at home and wait for help.
However, more than two months had passed, and there was no rescue team.
Moreover, his food was almost finished.
Just as he was hesitating whether he should take the risk to go out, Zhang Cheng rode his motorcycle into the neighborhood and attracted his attention.
In his opinion, Zhang Cheng was able to enter the residential area from the outside and had a few bags of things in his car. He must be someone capable.
If he could get Zhang Cheng's help, he would definitely be able to survive.
However, Zhang Cheng's next move made the man despair.
Zhang Cheng drew the curtains. He didn't want to pay attention to him at all, let alone save him.
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