Lin Qiao felt a lump in her throat. "Luo Nanchen?"
Oh my god, this Luo Nanchen couldn't be a fake too, could he?
... However, Lin Qiao was extremely familiar with Luo Nanchen's chest muscles, abs, and biceps. Even if someone could disguise their face, they couldn't disguise their figure.
Damn it, this familiar feeling made Lin Qiao's nose sour, and she felt like crying.
Luo Nanchen tightened his embrace a bit. "Yes, I miss you so much."
"I miss you so much..."
"I miss you..."
It seemed that he could only repeat this sentence.
Lin Qiao was held so tightly that her voice sounded muffled. "Okay, I know. I miss you too."
Lin Qiao was sure that the person holding her was Luo Nanchen.
Moreover, she had underestimated Luo Nanchen.
She originally thought that when Luo Nanchen saw her, he would at most be very happy, give her a subtle smile, and then continue to devote himself to his business.
After all, he hadn't come back all night and had to send Mo Xiujie to report to her. Naturally, it was because solving the zombie problem was the main task at present.
Anyway, he definitely wouldn't be as indifferent as the one impersonated by Yang Haoyu.
But unexpectedly, Luo Nanchen was so overwhelmed that he couldn't even speak properly while holding her...
Zou Lvrui was watching this large-scale display of affection up close. Her mouth fell open. "Oh my god, is this still my male lead? There's not a trace of his cool and domineering self left..."
However, Zou Lvrui didn't dare to voice her complaint too loudly.
She was afraid that if Luo Nanchen gave her a death glare, she would feel extremely cold.
Yang Haoyu couldn't wait any longer. "Brother Chen, Brother Chen—"
Back then, when they traveled south of the Yangtze River together, they all used fake names by reversing their real names. Yang Haoyu always thought Luo Nanchen's name was Chen Nanluo.
Although sometimes Lin Qiao would forget about the fake name and directly call Luo Nanchen, the straightforward Yang Haoyu always thought it was just a little quirk between the couple...
Yang Haoyu ignored the terrifying look Luo Nanchen gave him and said seriously, "Brother Chen, it's more important to find a solution to the plague first."
Hearing Yang Haoyu's voice, Lin Qiao remembered to feel embarrassed. Her cheeks blushed slightly, and she struggled a little half - heartedly. "Well, I may have thought of a solution."
Luo Nanchen glared at Yang Haoyu several times. Only when he heard Lin Qiao's words did he withdraw his cold gaze. His tone was very gentle. "Yes, what's the solution?"
Oh well, it was exactly the reaction of Luo Nanchen that she had expected when she suspected Yang Haoyu before. Lin Qiao thought that she could actually get a psychology certificate...
However, it would be a bit troublesome to explain this solution, and time was urgent. Lin Qiao coughed. "Can you take us to a thatched cottage of Meng Erliu?"
Luo Nanchen didn't ask why. "Yes, what are the characteristics of that thatched cottage?"
"There's a meadow in front of it. It's not like the towering giant trees in Endian Cheng Julin. You can see the sun. There's also a pond not far away. There's nothing in the thatched cottage except straw. The whole cottage is made of thatch."
Luo Nanchen pondered for a moment. "I see."
He took Lin Qiao's hand and walked into the cave.
Zou Lvrui and Yang Haoyu quickly followed.
And they both involuntarily looked at the tightly - held hands of the two people in front of them. Suddenly, they felt a bit superfluous.
Inside the cave were Mo Xiujie, Dong Peirong, Li Gusu, and countless black - clothed men.
They weren't the black - clothed men in tight - fitting suits raised by Meng Erliu before, but the well - dressed black - clothed men under Luo Nanchen.
Some were on the edge of the cliff, surveying the terrain. Some were at the wall, looking for mechanisms. Some were carefully searching on Meng Erliu's extremely tall throne. Each was doing their own job without interfering with each other.
They looked very much like anti - drug policemen handling a case.