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Chapter 118 Who is not a Voldemort?(2/2)

Zhu Shuangshuang followed Zhou Wenwen to the door of his house.

These few words are undoubtedly green tea.

"I really envy you. You still have grandparents to take care of you in old age, and your brother can help you."

It was originally a pretense.

Zhou Liang spread out several pancakes with eggs, fried mushrooms and meat, vegetables, and fried a pot of shrimps and fish.

Zhu Shuangshuang lowered his head and pursed his lips with a smile, looking shy.

Zhou Wenwen has long been numb. In the end of the world, who can survive alone?

Not to mention Su Wenzhou, who was naturally kind and would have cared for the people in the past.

I am convinced, he is really convinced!

He is convinced by that old guy Hu Hai!

He and his father were busy fighting zombies and had no chance to defend the country. They thought of saving the people as the best option and did not deal with the old man.

Su Wenzhou dropped three words and walked away.

Not only did Zhou Wenwen look arrogant, but even Su Wenzhou had a trace of... admiration on his face?

Zhu Shuangshuang thought for a long time on the way, but couldn't figure out which sentence he lost.

This saves the child from being hungry when he has no time or opportunity to cook.

The children in his heart are Zhou Wenwen, who is in his twenties, and Zhou Yichen, who is seven years old.

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