Xiao Lin of the apocalypse system

Chapter 168

Lao Jiu looked dumbfounded and gave Mu Zhe a thumbs up.

Mu Zhe accepted the praise and admiration of his subordinates without shame, took out the memory card inside, and said to Xiao Lin and 003, whose faces were still hot, "There were originally several photo studios in the base, and corresponding There should be some materials and equipment left over to develop photos, I will take them back and ask someone to develop a few sets.”

Xiao Lin and 003 were still at a loss and shy at the moment, they had no intention of discussing this with him, they nodded indiscriminately, not knowing what they promised.

The old nine was very rude, he was laughing forward and back, and even went to tease him in the face, making all kinds of jokes, and finally made Xiao Lin and 003 raise their axes and ran around chasing him in the snow. There was a mess.

After returning home at night, Mu Zhe first copied the photos into the notebook, and then copied them to the person who developed the photos he found, and then asked Lao Jiu to return the memory card to Xiao Lin and 003.

When Xue Bing knocked on the door and came in, Mu Zhe was processing documents, and the paper in hand was densely filled with code words that only he could understand.

"It's late, rest early."

They are going to get married soon, and they have to be busy with the wedding and the base, so it is difficult to see each other during the day, but Xue Bing will take a detour every day when he comes back from the machinery station. When the light is on, he will come and say a few words.

"En." Mu Zhe responded and continued to sort out the materials.

Recently, Mu Wenchen and his henchmen have been uncharacteristically quiet. If their brains were not eaten by zombies, they must be planning a bigger conspiracy. He can't relax.

Xue Bing didn't know what to say, but she didn't want to just go back, she just sat quietly on the side, looking at Mu Zhe's side face with tender eyes.

I don't know if it's her illusion, but Xue Bing always feels that the distance between himself and Mu Zhe seems to be getting farther without knowing it, even though they are going to get married soon.

She always felt that she had a thousand words to say to Mu Zhe, but she still didn't know how to speak, and even when the words came to her lips, she suddenly found that her mind was blank.

The room was quiet, only the rustling sound of the pen tip in Mu Zhe's hand scratching on the paper was heard.

The notebook on the table has been useless for more than ten minutes, and now it starts to scroll and play the screen saver set by the owner of the machine, Xue Bing just glanced at it and was stunned.

"What are those photos?"

"Huh?" Mu Zhe looked up, his eyebrows and eyes softened instantly, "Ah, I just took a photo today."

Xue Bing stood up, stood in front of the notebook, and seriously looked at the six photos played on the screen in a loop:
One was a family portrait of Mu Zhe and Mr. Mu a long time ago, and the remaining five were all taken by him, Lao Jiu, Xiao Lin and 003 this afternoon.

Xue Bing looked at it several times and said softly, "You laughed."

Mu Zhe heard that her voice was a bit strange, so he put down the pen in his hand, leaned back on the back of the chair, crossed his fingers on his knees, "It's strange? Don't I laugh every day?"

Xue Bing shook his head, "It's different."

It's different, Mu Zhe, it's different, at least I've known you for so many years, and I've never seen you smile so happily.

Happy, it makes people feel a little strange.

Mu Zhe glanced at her, stared at those photos several times himself, and then understood.

Yes, it's different. How can those fake smiles on weekdays be compared with the smiles in the photos?

This kind of relaxation and joy that seemed to seep from the bottom of his heart surprised Mu Zhe himself.

For a while, the atmosphere in the room was a little dull, and neither of them spoke.

After a while, Xue Bing said in a low voice, "Mu Zhe, will you regret it?"

Mu Zhe suddenly laughed out loud, a very formalized laugh.He clearly remembered that he seemed to have asked Lao Jiu a similar question not long ago.

"Xue Bing, you are a very smart woman, so what answer do you want to hear from me?"

Facing Shang Muzhe's eyes looking straight over, Xue Bing smiled very briefly and shook his head.

Yes, what answer do you want?

Even if you hear the answer you want, is it useful?
(End of this chapter)