Su Wanqing was reborn thirty days before the end of the world.
In her last life, blizzards, floods, and acid rain took turns to crush her, and she froze to death in the ruins at minus 50 degrees Celsius.
In this life, she has a variable-size three-habitation shelter in her hand, which automatically releases water every day, with a thousand cubic meters of space waiting to be filled.
She bought rice by the ton, stocked medicines by the box, and spent every penny of her 4.2 Million yuan wisely, from bargaining at the wholesale market to purchasing medical equipment.
On the way to stock up on goods, I picked up two men - one was a calm and ascetic surgeon with slender fingers, who looked at her as if he was opening a blind box; the other was a hormonal special soldier with broad shoulders and narrow waist, who carried fifty kilograms of rice with one hand as if for fun.
One is responsible for her headache and fever, and the other is responsible for her personal safety.
On the day when the doomsday came, the whole city lost power and a snowstorm closed the door.
Su Wanqing shrunk the shelter to the size of a ring and put it in her pocket, hugged it from left to right, and closed the door calmly.
"Stop fighting, sister wants it all."
Reader comments
It's okay, but I don't know what to express. You can write about a female protagonist and a male protagonist. Why do you have to write about many, many people?
It's okay, but I don't know what to express. You can write about a female protagonist and a male protagonist. Why do you have to write about many, many people?