Looking at Bai Mei's slightly red eyes due to worry in the wheelchair, and Jia Wu's obvious worry standing beside her, Nan Muran's heart paused slightly.
Having experienced the viciousness of people's hearts in the end times, she can accurately understand Jiawu's thoughts.
Or maybe, this was the first time in all these years that someone other than Guo Fei was genuinely worried about her and cried for her, which made her soften her heart a little.
After taking Dafu out of the backpack behind him, Tank, who was originally overjoyed, was obviously in a bad mood. Nan Muran knew that he was jealous, so she could only squat down wetly and begin to explain to Tank her experience of meeting Dafu.
On the side, Bai Mei smiled as she watched her dancing and coaxing Tank, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Make her something to eat." Jiawu suddenly reminded.
He had come to understand Nan Muran during this period of time. She was a spoiled girl who was very picky about food but couldn't cook at all. She had been out for more than a week this time, so she must not have eaten well.
Bai Mei looked at her husband in surprise and said, "You know you care about Ranran. I thought you were so heartless.
Ranran, you are wet, don't try to comfort it. Go upstairs and take a bath first, don't catch a cold and get sick, and come downstairs to eat after you take a bath."
Jiawu smiled but said nothing. In his heart, Nan Muran was not only his and his wife’s savior, nor was she just his student, but more like his... child.
Even if they hadn't lost their daughter, she wouldn't be that old, but inexplicably, the couple made all exceptions for Nan Muran.
When the second floor was renovated, a constant temperature bath was specially built. Although the entire space only adds up to ten square meters, it has everything you need.
After pouring essential oil and lighting the aromatherapy, Nan Muran lay down directly. The warm water wrapped every inch of her skin and drove away all fatigue.
After setting an alarm, she closed her eyes comfortably and began to feel drowsy.
The temperature in the villa was constant, so Nan Muran simply changed into a lighter suit.
The table in the restaurant was filled with delicious food, and she was drooling with envy.
Sweet and sour spare ribs, beer duck, Longjing shrimps, garlic abalone, crab roe eggs, cold cucumber salad, tofu with green onions, and a plate of stir-fried seasonal vegetables. Although they were all home-cooked dishes, she liked every one of them.
"Come on, try my cooking." Bai Mei put abalone into Nan Muran's bowl.
"Sister Mei, when did you start cooking? And why are there so many green leafy vegetables at home?" I don't remember putting these in the refrigerator.
“I started doing it after my hand recovered, and I like doing it.
When you were away, your brother Wu was bored and took the materials from the basement and built a hydroponic box in the cave with the hot spring. Several green leafy vegetables grew very well." Bai Mei replied with a smile.
Because all the dishes were her favorites and tasted delicious, Nan Muran enjoyed the meal very much.
After dinner, she returned to her big bed on the second floor and fell asleep soon.
On the sofa in the small living room on the second floor of the villa, Tank looked at the palm-sized Dafu and felt very disgusted. But this did not affect the enthusiasm of the silly Dafu at all. He meowed at it and moved closer to it.
Finally, Tank compromised, and the two, one big and one small, curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.
Downstairs, Jiawu was putting the dishes into the dishwasher while chatting with his wife.
"Honey, I always feel that Ranran is worried about something." Bai Mei frowned slightly.
Jiawu nodded in agreement: "She is a person with a plan in mind, so you don't have to worry too much."
"How can I not worry? If it weren't for Ranran, I would still be lying in bed waiting to die, and you would be living a life neither human nor ghost.
It is because of her that we can live so comfortably in this environment. But now she is in trouble and we can't help her. We can only worry about her. You see how dangerous it is outside now, and it will definitely be more dangerous in the future. "
"I won't let her leave the villa until she has enough ability to protect herself." Jiawu said in a firm tone.
He is indeed a man of his words.
After entering the underground training ground again, Nan Muran could clearly find that Jiawu was more strict with herself this time.
He also became more ruthless and decisive in his attacks, and every move he taught me seemed aimed at killing people.
As soon as she opens her eyes every day, Nan Muran will be taken to the underground training ground by Jiawu. Strength, physical fitness, speed, reaction, all training items are not compromised at all.
After training for a whole day, every evening, Nan Muran felt like she was dying of soreness all over.
Bai Mei dared to look at it at first, but later she didn't dare to look at it anymore. I really felt sorry for her.
For a full twenty days, no matter how much Nan Muran ate every day, she became thinner and thinner due to the excessive training volume.
Until this day, after Nan Muran and Jiawu had exchanged more than fifty moves, she found the opportunity when Jiawu was distracted and threw him out for the first time.
"I did it?" Nan Muran looked at Jiawu who fell to the ground in disbelief.
"Well practiced." Jiawu, who is usually cold and stern, rarely praises others.
Although Nan Muran felt happy, she did not slack off at all.
Lying in bed at night, watching the increasingly violent rain outside the window, my heart actually became calmer.
According to the time, the water in the apartment has already reached the tenth floor.
Half a month after the end of the world, that is, the fifth day after I left, the security team had already begun to notify all owners that they would have unified control over supplies.
They broke into several houses, and an owner in the group said that the food blogger ended up becoming the security captain's lover. Not only did he give the supplies to the captain, he also lost his life.
Some called her a bitch, while others expressed understanding.
On the twentieth day of the apocalypse, someone said that the male owner of the fifth floor who lived with the security team on the twenty-first floor had died and the female owner had gone completely crazy.
In fact, we are not fools, and we can roughly guess what happened without thinking. It's just that everyone is busy with their own affairs, so naturally they don't have the extra energy to stand up and seek justice.
That was the last message about the apartment. Looking at the empty signal bar on her phone, Nan Muran sighed. It seemed that she had to pass the assessment and go down the mountain as soon as possible.
The next day, Jiawu brought Nan Muran to the training ground as usual.
I saw a row of guns of various sizes and models and matching magazines in the gun room.
He did not ask Nan Muran where these things came from, but just took one of the Luke MK4 pistols and said: "With your current strength, you really need to learn these as an aid. If you use the gun well enough, your combat effectiveness can be increased by at least ten times.
Have you ever touched a gun before?"
Nan Muran answered honestly, "I have touched it and practiced at a civilian shooting range." Of course, he had also shot it when he went to buy the gun from the Russian, but he couldn't tell anyone about it.
"If you want to use a gun well, you must first understand it, feel it, and even fall in love with it." Jiawu began to tell her the structure, characteristics, performance, and usage details of each gun.
It was not until Nan Muran knew enough about firearms that Jiawu started taking her to target practice.
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