Chapter 352 Green Tea Bitch

Yueyue ate the noodles in her bowl, listening to the sounds of men and women flirting, without looking up.

This kind of scene happens from time to time, and she's become numb to it.

Men probably can't tell the difference between a "green tea bitch" and a "green tea bitch," or rather, the "green tea bitch" isn't targeting them, so they don't feel anything is wrong with it; on the contrary, they even enjoy it.

After the apocalypse, the longer Yueyue spent with Qingqing, the clearer she saw through her hypocrisy and manipulative nature. Unfortunately, she realized it too late.

She was already on the ship, and didn't even have the courage to get off.

After lunch, Qingqing noticed that the group hadn't moved for a while, so she asked Xiaopang to go and ask them. She herself wouldn't go.

She's the leader of the team, so if she goes there herself, wouldn't she be inferior to the woman on the other side?

"We adults need to rest for half an hour before we set off again."

Little Fatty quickly brought back the news.

Listening quietly to these words, and watching the woman drinking iced drinks and eating fruit from afar, I felt both envious and jealous.

How can someone be so lucky? Not only is she beautiful, but she's also incredibly capable, and so many outstanding men are willing to follow her.

Unlike her, who only dares to target those who are less attractive, and ignores those who are even slightly good-looking, she doesn't have such a strong sense of superiority.

"Since that young lady wants to rest, that's fine too. We brothers can take the opportunity to rest as well." She smiled gently, "We brothers have all worked hard this morning, so please take a nap."

The car was started again at 1:30.

There's a guy named Qingqing who drove a truck before the apocalypse. He often travels around Chu Province, so he's very familiar with the routes, even some small village roads.

In this way, they avoided many zombies and had a safe journey.

The car stopped at a three-story building late at night.

This village is obviously very poor, with most houses being only one and a half stories high, with only the first floor being habitable. The houses are also very dilapidated. This three-story house stands out, and its exterior brickwork makes it look quite luxurious.

There is a huge yard in front of the building, and a large iron gate in front of the yard. However, the gate is currently open, and cars can easily drive in.

There were many red and yellow roses planted in the yard. They hadn't died even though no one had taken care of them for a long time. Instead, they grew more and more lush, and were even bigger and more beautiful than the roses before the apocalypse.

Su Yimo's eyes lit up instantly: "What beautiful roses! Shen Nian Shen, give me some scissors, I'll go cut some."

She had just picked up the scissors and walked over when she saw that Qingqing was also holding scissors, followed by a chubby little boy carrying a vase.

The two exchanged a glance, somewhat embarrassed.

She greeted me with a gentle smile, "You're here to cut flowers too?"

"Yes, I liked flower arranging before the apocalypse, but I haven't done it for a long time since. It's rare to see such beautiful flowers, so I want to cut some."

"Me too," she gently invited. "Let's cut our hair together then."

She is beautiful, has a sweet smile, and seems to radiate kindness, making it hard for people to dislike her.

But Su Yimo still felt that this person was a bit fake, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why. It was probably because she hadn't been a big fan of the livestreaming profession even before the apocalypse.

Back then, many rich second-generation heirs around me liked to sleep with female live streamers. Most of them could be slept with if you gave them some money. Even the slightly more reserved ones could be won over quickly if you spent some money to pursue them.

She had no liking for these second-generation Su Yimos, nor for these female anchors.

However, after the apocalypse, Su Yimo saw more. In this world, people laugh at poverty but not at prostitution. People use their beauty and body to make money, and as long as they don't break the law, it's their personal choice and has nothing to do with her.