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"what…"

The next morning, the sunlight shone through the car window onto Li Wenyin's face. She was sitting in the driver's seat, but her eyes involuntarily drifted to Chen Bufan who was sitting in the passenger seat next to her. Looking at the helpless look on his face and the way he kept rolling his eyes, Li Wenyin couldn't help laughing out loud.

Thinking back on what happened last night, it’s really hard not to laugh.

At that time, Zhao Xuewei started to "let herself go" after drinking a can of wine, which was completely unlike her usual self.

She lay directly on Chen Bufan, still mumbling: "I'm not drunk! I want more! Give it to me now!"

This shout woke up everyone in the car. They all came over in the dark to watch the fun. Even the usually steady and injured doctor Zhang Yi couldn't help but cover his head and stick his head out to look. If Chen Bufan wasn't thick-skinned, he would have been really scared.

Chen Bufan explained in a panic: "She is drunk and acting crazy! Don't look at me like that!"

However, everyone did not buy it. They all showed an expression of "we all understand" and then lay down again.

Chen Bufan was left alone to face this yelling and screaming drunkard. He patted her on the back and coaxed her, just like he was taking care of a child. It took a lot of effort to coax Zhao Xuewei to sleep.

Although Zhao Xuewei's chubby body was very soft and comfortable to hug, Chen Bufan was exhausted after all this trouble, mainly mentally exhausted.

After pinching it twice, Chen Bufan rolled his eyes at Zhao Xuewei, looking at her with her mouth open and her beautiful big eyes opened in confusion. He said, "Get up quickly and don't drink anymore. What kind of alcoholic is that?"

Zhao Xuewei's face turned red, and she had no idea what was going on. She left a pool of saliva on Chen Bufan's chest and ran away.

"It stinks!" Chen Bufan was speechless...

"Hehehe... isn't it time for you to kiss?" Li Wenyin gloated.

"That thing is like stinky tofu, it smells bad but tastes good."

"cut!"

The rain outside stopped in the middle of the night and now the sun is out. The sunlight is bright, a little dazzling because of the puddles on the ground. There is a slight breeze, and it would be perfect if there were no smell of rotting corpse.

As the door opened, people walked out of the car and stretched their stiff bodies. Although the space inside the RV was spacious, there were many people.

At this moment, the sun is shining brightly in the sky, exuding its fiery charm. The sunlight shines on people, bringing a warm feeling and making people feel happy.

On this highway, you can clearly see about 30 cars collided with each other ahead, completely blocking the road.

There was no group of zombies, just a few that escaped in the car.

Just then, the group of people hugging each other's thighs slowly approached from behind.

There were a large number of them, dozens of them, both men and women, old and young.

These people looked at Chen Bufan and his group with various eyes: some were full of gratitude, some looked at them carefully, some had expressions of surprise and envy on their faces, and of course, there were also some people with ulterior motives, their eyes wandering around, revealing their evil intentions.

At this time, a burly man walked out from the crowd. He was about thirty years old, with a big shiny bald head, and looked quite kind.

He walked up to the crowd with big strides, clasped his fists and saluted, then asked, "Who among you is the leader? Thank you all for your help yesterday and for leading us out of the encirclement. If it weren't for your big carts, we would have definitely died in there. Let me thank you all on my behalf."

When the bald man started speaking, his eyes were always fixed on Wang Shuqing.

In the eyes of the bald man, although Wang Shuqing looked quite elegant, he exuded the aura of a person in a high position. So, the bald man expressed his gratitude to Wang Shuqing without hesitation.

I have to say that the bald guy is quite good at judging people, but his brush has no bristles.

Although Wang Shuqing has served as mayor for several years and has always been a decisive person, his words are his bond and he has good temperament, but the motorcade is not really under his control.

Wang Shuqing turned his head to look at Chen Bufan, but was surprised to find that Chen Bufan was looking up at the sky with an indifferent look.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking, isn't this guy too lazy?

Wang Shuqing shook his head helplessly, then turned back and waved at the bald man, saying, "You're welcome. This mainly depends on your own ability. Only by following closely can you seize the opportunity. But now the road is blocked, shouldn't we call some people to help move the blocked cars out of the way? That way, everyone can continue to move forward."

The bald man touched his head and smiled, "No problem, I'll help you right away." Then he turned around and said, "Men, come up and help us. If we don't clear the way, no one can go on."

The originally dense crowd began to become agitated, and several men were seen walking out quickly from inside. However, some men still seemed hesitant. Some of them timidly pretended not to hear, while others were eager to stand up, but were held tightly by their family members beside them and could not get away.