"Husband, what TV do you want to watch? I'll change it for you." She held the remote control and looked forward to it with excitement and joy in her eyes.
Helplessly holding his forehead, Zuo Yang was a little bit dumbfounded: "Madam, can you stop looking at me like that? It will make me feel sorry for you if I don't hit a car when I walk."
"Hahaha... Husband, I was wrong. I shouldn't have shown my happiness so obviously." She laughed so hard that she almost fell off the sofa.
This is not only fun, but also playing and singing!
He took off the remote control and touched her head: "Baby, my foot is injured, but my hand is fine. Please drink the porridge first and let it cool down."
"Okay, husband, you are so kind." She obediently gnawed on the buns and sipped porridge from time to time. As soon as she finished eating, her head started to move bit by bit, and it was so funny that she tried her best to raise her eyelids.
"Madam, I'm tired after going out. Let's go and rest!" She looked really distressed, and he happened to be very tired.
"Okay, husband, come here and I'll help you go huh!" She slowly helped him back to the bedroom.
In order to worry that he would not sleep well and crush Zuo Yang's injured foot, Wuyou specially used a doll to divide the two of them into the Chu River, which made Zuo Yang anxious.
"Madam, please don't separate!" He tried to cheat and rolled his body closer to Wuyou.
"Be good, just hold me to sleep tonight and let the redness and swelling on your feet dissipate." Wuyou persuaded with rare patience.
"No, if you sleep separately, I will completely destroy this leg now." He raised his fist to hit hard, Wuyou took advantage of the situation to release his strength and got into his arms. "I'm scared of you. It's really scary."
After hugging his wife back, Zuo Yang raised his feet with satisfaction. This little injury was still of some use.
It wasn't until the lanterns came on that the two of them lazily opened their eyes and smiled at each other, their stomachs already filled with hunger.
We came to the living room together, "Husband, wait until I get back from buying some fried chicken!" As soon as Wuyou left, Zuoyang took out his mobile phone and made a call.
"Ask for leave"
"What kind of leave are you asking for?" The other end of the phone asked in disbelief.
"Sick Leave" turned the camera on his mobile phone and took various pictures of his feet, "Are these feet gone?" There was a joke from the other side, and the air was filled with a high degree of citric acid.
"Your feet are gone." The more he looked at it, the more he thought the bow was beautifully tied.
"how long?"
"One week."
"One week! Brother, your head is not broken, is it? Just this little damage? You only rested for one day when you had a heart transplant, okay?" The other party unceremoniously exposed Zuo Yang's thoughts.
"Your brother and sister said one month." He said as if he was embarrassed, as if someone was forcing him to do this.
"Ah! Stop it, you two are robbing someone! One week at a time. Di..." The phone hung up just like that.
Just as he was about to put his phone down, it suddenly rang and a series of red codes appeared on his screen.
"Damn it!" His expression changed drastically, and he picked up the scissors on the table and hurriedly cut off the restraints on his feet.
When he stood up to leave, he pulled off the single bow, balled it up and put it in his arms. He went back home first and never came out again.
"Rumble, rumble..." the roar of helicopter propellers sounded in the sky above the ink-colored apartment.
Wuyou also encountered some troubles on the road. The taxi she was riding in hit someone, and the traffic police took a statement from her. She was so anxious that she almost cursed.
When she was irritated, an armed helicopter with flashing warning lights passed over the sky, and she muttered enviously: "I wish I could fly this thing."
When she returned home again, the living room was empty. In the trash can was the bandage on Zuo Yang's foot, and there were no other clues. She picked up her phone and wanted to contact the other party, but her own phone rang first.
"0726, red alert!" The words were very short, so short that Wuyou didn't know who the call came from, whether it was Yun Ran from the left or Jiang Ze from the right.
"Buzz buzz..." The brain chip started to buzz. Her mind was still confused at this time, but her body was operating at an uncontrollable speed. She dropped the food, rushed into the cloakroom and opened the secret door. Inside were the newly issued combat uniforms and various items. Replacement sign, opened the safe and took out a handbag containing all her guns and ammunition.
Red alert is the code name for a dangerous mission. Whether you can survive or not depends on God's mercy.
Before leaving the house, she held the pen tremblingly and wrote a sentence on the sticky note, "Husband, I love you without fear of mountains, rivers and lakes, and even more without fear of the separation between yin and yang." She was afraid that he would worry, so she even drew a smiley face.
Posted it on the refrigerator, she reluctantly kissed the note again, wiped away her tears, and comforted herself: "What are you afraid of? Maybe it was a false alarm!"
She knows that what makes the organization fearful must have risen to the level of national survival.
Thousands of miles away from Changping City, in a large experimental base embedded in the mountains, high-magnification scorching lights illuminate every corner.
A military aircraft hovered from above and landed directly on the top of the mountain. A man wearing a black combat uniform jumped out from the top. He straightened his back and stood among the flying leaves. There was a cold mask on his face, and his eyes were filled with emotion. The tsunami came out of the mountain and roared fiercely.
The person who had been waiting in the distance ran over and said, "Sir, I don't want to trouble you, just take a look!" A stack of data was handed over.
Just after taking a second look, the thing was thrown directly in the face of the man in black, "If you insist on doing this, are you saving the world or engaging in destruction?" He was rudely furious, and everyone present was confused. Dare to speak up.
"2020, this is mandated by the organization and is not something we can control alone." The man picked up the paper with a gray face and sighed.
The man in black is none other than Zuo Pan Yunran. Tonight's battle is no small matter. The gadgets developed by these drunken men and women are actually hermaphrodites, and they are multiplying in large numbers. It was only now that there was a big riot that they remembered to notify him to encircle and suppress them.
He took the high-powered telescope handed to him and looked down from the skylight above. He saw fleshy worms the size of wild boars wriggling everywhere with mucus on their bodies.
The sharp fangs were exposed, and his face was covered with tumors, which made Yunran's stomach churn. There seemed to be flames bursting out of his angry eyes: "Look at the good things you have done."
He took out his mobile phone and typed a series of codes before walking towards Wu Zhi, "Wait! We will be encircled and suppressed in half an hour."
In Changping City, all the hunters gathered in the largest open-air stadium in Changping with all their belongings (weapons).
Some hunters even showed up with a rocket launcher on their shoulders, but no one believed that they were carrying a real thing.
"Rumble..." The noisy voice suppressed the restless crowd, and a man with oil paint ziplined down from the helicopter.
