Fresh Off the Boat, Flying in the End Times

Chapter 19 Goodbye in this life

Pinellia novel

Chapter 19 Goodbye in this life

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Chapter 19 See you again in this life.

Yang Chengang was happy when he helped others win a million-dollar business. "Tell me, I won't shirk anything if I can do it."

Zuo Ling made a gesture, "I want to buy something to protect myself and my life." Brother Yang, do you have anything?"

Yang Chengang was silent for a moment and said,

"It's understandable to go to the North Pole to bring some life-saving things. Even if I have it, how can you take it out of the country?"

If there is a way, Zuo Ling's eyes lit up.

"Just tell me if you can get it."

Yang Chengang shook his head:

"Yes, I don't dare to give it to you. However, there are a few suitable for little girls. As long as you don't run into extremely vicious people, it will help."

Zuo Ling was a little bit disappointment.

She is an ordinary person, and in a country with gun control, it is difficult to get things done.

Hey! As long as it works, it's better than nothing.

"Everything is there."

"It's hard to say. Come to my store when you have time. I'll show you a few things. You'll know after you see them."

"Okay, I'll definitely go when I'm done."

"Go . Qian'er, give me a call."

Yang Chengang did Zuo Ling a big favor and gave him two large watermelons to express his gratitude.

Yang Chengang didn't lack this thing. What was rare was that the little girl had the heart to accept it happily.

After all the goods were put into the space, Zuo Ling locked the door and drove back to Yan Town.

The road between Kyoto and Yanzhen is always busy.

It was almost eleven o'clock when Zuo Ling got home.

Turn on the water heater and lie down on the sofa tiredly.

The empty home was cold and lonely, and Zuo Ling suddenly wanted to cry.

Not going home, not wanting to.

When I got home, I remembered that I was alone, only one person!

Except grandma, no one in the world cared about whether she was cold or hot, whether she had food and clothing, and whether she was tired.

Crying, no one is watching, no one is listening, no one is comforting, the tears are instantly withdrawn from the bottom of my heart.

Take a shower, put a change of clothes into the washing machine, turn it on, and set it to overnight washing mode.

Go to bed and sleep.

I thought I would have nightmares again and again, but I slept until past 10 o'clock in the morning.

Open your eyes, there is sunshine in the room.

He took a long stretch and patted himself: "Good morning, Zuo Ling."