A Son-in-law in Doomsday

"Good people? What does it have to do with me? "

The woman inside was very straightforward and spoke very truthful words.

"Right, right!" If you are so 'righteous', then I won't hold back. "

Once again, Yang Mu was convinced that being a good person was useless. Only being an evil person was the best strategy.

He took out the ore and was about to open the door, but he was stunned.

Sigh, it looks like I've been too tired from my journey.

Finding the way out required a high concentration of spiritual energy, so if he didn't make a mistake, he would rush into the group of zombies.

So right now, he was still in a dazed state. All he thought about was jumping off the rooftop, but he forgot that he could still climb up from the balcony below.

Yang Mu immediately thought of something and went downstairs to knock on the door.

"Is there anyone here? No one else can hear me! "

In Yang Mu's opinion, there was no one in this household.

Knocking on the door was just a formality, a subconscious action.

However, just as he knocked on the door, he heard a woman's voice coming from inside.

"Knock knock knock!" Knock on what! No matter who it is, scram! This old lady will sleep in the summer and not see guests! "

F * ck, there's someone in this room?

Furthermore, it was so awesome … Summer sleep? Is that a synonym for hibernation? How awesome!

Yang Mu kept the door to the top floor as he planned to live by himself. With this lock, he could at least guard against zombies.

Now that the door upstairs was completely useless, he did not hesitate to take out the Level 3 Red and throw it directly at the door!

After the door was opened, Yang Mu was shocked by the size of the room.

This living room was at least 80 square meters, right? There was no need to mention how luxurious the decorations were.

Sigh, Hanning's economy these ten years was really not for nothing. There were really many wealthy people. With just her suite, even if ten ordinary people worked hard for their entire lives, they might not necessarily be able to buy it.

Judging by the size, this house should at least cost ten million yuan!

There were three doors in the living room. Yang Mu didn't know where the lady who spoke was, so he looked for her one by one.

He found the first one, and from the other door ran out a woman in shorts and short sleeves, holding a baseball bat in her hand.

This astonished Yang Mu.

This woman could not be considered a peerless beauty. Even though she was still a bit inferior when compared to the likes of Wen Sijia and Chu Hong, she was only a bit lacking.

She was probably really sleeping just now, with a hazy look in her eyes.

To her, it might seem casual, but to others, it was filled with evil.

Although it covered everything that needed to be covered, it was the sexiest way of covering. Looking at the upper part of her body, it was likely that she did not even wear a bra on her short sleeves.

"Damn it!" Smash my door? You're looking to die, aren't you? "

The woman was very valiant as she used a baseball bat to smash Yang Mu's head.

She should be around the same age as Yang Mu. It was probably due to her pampering for a long period of time that her temper flared up. She thought that she could do whatever she wanted if anyone were to give in to her.

It couldn't be said that she was a fuerdai. After all, Yang Mu had interacted with many fuerdai.

Wen Sijia, Chu Hong.

They were all very outstanding. Even though Chu Hong was very playful, he was not a delicate person. Furthermore, in some areas, he was truly amazing.

Most of the children raised by the rich cared about a person who excelled in both education and art. Only when he was poor would he be able to make things difficult for the people.

This was no longer the era of a popinjay.

Even if the popinjays were still alive, they would only degenerate crazily in the circles. Outside, everyone was putting on airs, showing off their elite demeanor.

Yang Mu easily dodged the stick, grabbed her wrist and bent her arm with a slight force.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Bastard, how dare you hit me! Let go! "Let go!"

The beautiful lady had already knelt in front of Yang Mu, and her arm was twisted ninety degrees.

However, her momentum did not falter and she was still full of pride.

Yang Mu felt that this woman was even more infuriating than the one upstairs.

He was in the wrong to trespass into the house, but it was already the end of the world.

She didn't care about anything but dared to be so arrogant. Why?

Yang Mu felt that he should teach her a lesson, so he did it for her good.

"Ya ya, it hurts so much, let go!"

From his vantage point, Yang Mu could see the proud figure of the woman. She was originally wearing a round collar, so the white on her chest was really eye-catching.

Yang Mu wasn't too interested in this, as Hu Die had fed him well these two days.

However, a man was still a man. It would be stupid if he didn't even look at some of them.

"Let go!"

"I'll kill you!"

"Let go of me!"

"You … Do you know who I am? "

Did he finally get to the crux of the matter?

Yang Mu smiled and asked softly, "Who are you?"

"I am a woman from the Song Army!"

Song Jun?

Yang Mu was taken aback.

Ah? This name is so familiar … Song Jun?

"Sijia! "Sijia, don't go!"

The sunny and handsome young man followed Wen Shijia with a flattering smile on his face.

"Song Jun, are you here to pick up girls or to seek refuge?"

"Hehe, of course I'm going to pick up girls!"

"Hmph, we've grown up together since we were young. I know what kind of virtue you have. You can pick up girls, but stay away from me."

"Scarlett, I admit that I like to put on a show, but that's all. Men, isn't it normal for some people in the business world to deal with this? "

"Yes, it's normal. But you don't seem to be putting on a show. As far as I know, you have two beauties hidden in the Golden Angel District. One of them is called Fang He, an international model; the other is Feng Qiuhuang, isn't it? "

"…"

"Don't look at me with shocked eyes. I know you because our two families cooperate. I need all kinds of information about your family. Song Jun, Song Jun, these two are rather famous women. You should be able to raise at least ten of those little jade-like girls, right? In the future, mind me a little further, for a man like you, I'm actually disgusted just by looking at you! In the past, it was to give you face, to give the Song Family face. I won't give you face in the future …. Oh yes, Bee forgot, I'm a married woman. "

After Wen Sijia finished speaking, she smiled and left, leaving behind an infuriated Song Jun.

If Yang Mu were to see it here, he would definitely be delighted.

But he wasn't there, and when another woman mentioned Song Jun's name to him, he finally remembered.

"Song Army? It can't be the young master of Song He Real Estate, right? "

"Humph!" Since you know, why aren't you letting go! My man has a bad temper. If you don't let go, I'll definitely let him kill you! "

Yang Mu could remember that it wasn't easy for Song Jun. He had once heard it from the driver at home.

Yang Mu's circle in the Wen family was the chauffeur's circle. After all, he had been a chauffeur before.

There was a guy who had a good relationship with him who mentioned that Song Jun, the son of Song He Real Estate Group was chasing after Wen Sijia.

This person was a meritorious fisherman in the circle, and he appeared to be well-behaved. In fact, he was a hooligan in nature, and his attitude towards people was extremely vicious. However, he was polite and extremely hypocritical to people of the same status as him.

Yang Mu had never seen him before. It was unknown if the driver was jealous of his identity and status.

However, since he could be called an oily powder mask, he was probably a handsome guy.

In the past, Yang Mu didn't care. It was impossible for a woman like Wen Sijia to not have a suitor; he was unable to change anything.

Now that he was out of the Wen Family, Yang Mu didn't mind because he had seen through Wen Sijia's true personality.

This was an extremely arrogant woman. If she loved herself more than others, then others were nothing in her eyes.

However, Song Jun was still Yang Mu's rival in the love affair. After all, he had pursued Wen Sijia.

Now that a woman had appeared out of love with his rival, Yang Mu felt a wave of disgust in his heart. Naturally, he would be even more impolite towards this woman.

At the same time that he placed his hand on her arm, Yang Mu also felt a little puzzled.

He suddenly pulled the woman up forcefully and walked towards the window.

"What are you doing!?" Why aren't you letting me go! What are you doing! "

When they reached the bedside, Yang Mu pulled open the window and grabbed her hair, allowing her to look outside.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" What are you doing! Help! Help! "

The woman was finally afraid, thinking that Yang Mu was plotting to kill her.

"Hey, the end is near. Do you think the Song Army can come and save you in this desperate situation?"

"Doomsday?"

The woman had a stupefied expression on her face.

Yang Mu also rolled his eyes. How many days had it been since the apocalypse had erupted? How could she not know?

"Look down below. What's the bustle?"

"People?"

"That's a zombie."

"Zombie?" How is this possible? "Don't lie to me, you liar. I will definitely let Song Jun take care of you!"

As the woman spoke, she began to punch and kick Yang Mu.

Although Yang Mu released her hand, he was still holding onto her hair. Even if she wanted to kick him, she wouldn't be able to do so.

This woman's name was Fang He, and this was the Golden Angel District.

She truly did not know that the apocalypse had broken out.

Before this, she had been in a cave overseas, returning home two days before the apocalypse.

He called Song Jun and told him that he was away on a business trip and wouldn't be back for a month.

Of course, this was just a lie. In fact, Song Jun and his family were busy moving to the Apocalypse Fortress sector.

Since the Song Army was not coming, Fang He had to continue with his lifestyle.

Usually, she worked for a month and stayed at home for a month. She bought enough food and drinks, didn't go out, didn't see anyone, and didn't contact the outside world.

Apart from eating and sleeping, she did many other things as well.

As far as she was concerned, she felt like she was doing something big. She was a female anchorwoman on the Cyan Bird Broadcast Platform.

Her goal was very simple: to surpass Feng Qiuhuang, her love rival.

It's just that she didn't do well.

She had a short temper, low EQ, and a low IQ. She was a silly girl, and very few people would visit her. Even if they did, she would scold them.

In the end, there would only be five or six black powders in her live broadcast room. There seemed to be very little black powder in the past half month.

The internet was still connected here. Since Fang He could broadcast live, she could actually understand what was happening outside through the internet.

However, this was a very strange woman. She had a good body, but not a good childhood.

He had dropped out of school at the age of twelve and had been doing business in society. He did not know how to use the internet and could not even read a few words. When he grew up, he would have to rely on assistants for his daily work.

The only thing she could take out was her body.

In Yang Mu's eyes, she wasn't a peerless beauty, but in reality, in most people's eyes, she was already as beautiful as a ghost, able to bring disaster to the world.