Surviving in Apocalypse with Children

The others’ faces turned dark, feeling that Xue Yuna not only deserved a beating but was also extremely narcissistic.

 

Wen Xiaoxiao found it amusing. She sat on the other side of the sofa with a few kids and Wen Runhan, watching them banter. It felt quite entertaining.

 

She used to think that Liangliang’s mother was difficult to approach, so she felt a bit worried. Now it seems her previous worries were unnecessary.

 

Several men sat around the sofa in the study and talked for some time before finally coming out.

 

“Old Yu, your son and daughter-in-law are capable people. Look at my son, if he had half of Yiliang’s abilities, I wouldn’t have to worry anymore.” Fu Feng said, looking enviously at Bo Yu.

 

“Oh, stop it. Your son is pretty good too.” Bo Yu responded with a cheerful smile as he listened to Fu Feng praising his son. He felt very proud of his son.

 

Fu Jiangci looked at his father, who was ‘belittling’ him in front of others, and felt a bit embarrassed. Does he really have no face?

 

“No need for personal attacks. Doesn’t he have any face?”

 

Fu Feng criticized his son mercilessly, paying no attention to his feelings. He thought that letting him lose face might teach him a lesson.

 

After the discussion, they left with their wives and sons.

 

Before leaving, Fu Jiaojiao, Mother Fu, Mother Qin, and Mother Meng reluctantly waved goodbye.

 

“Darling, Grandma Fu will come to see you again tomorrow.” Mother Fu said before leaving.

 

As the night approached, the weather outside grew colder. When they left, they shivered from the cold. Fortunately, they didn’t have to walk far, and after a short while, they reached home.

 

Wen Xiaoxiao did not stay with Mother Bo and the others in the same house, not because she disliked or disapproved of it, but because it was inconvenient.

 

Although they changed beds, it was still not enough for everyone to sleep comfortably.

 

How could five kids, plus Wen Runhan and her, fit into one bed?

 

So Wen Xiaoxiao took the kids back to the RV to sleep, and Bo Yiliang followed suit.

 

Although Xue Yuan felt a bit disappointed, she realized that if she wanted to watch, she could do so from outside, and her feelings of disappointment vanished.

 

“Yu, don’t Xiaoxiao and Yiliang look great standing together?” Xue Yuna smiled as she watched their departing figures.

 

“Yeah!” Bo Yu also sighed.

 

“I used to think that Yiliang and Ai Chi were a good match, but now it seems that our son has better taste!” Xue Yuna said.

 

Bo Yibing yawned, “Mom, Dad, I’m going to bed.”

 

With that, he walked towards his room, his eyes already struggling to stay open.

 

“By the way, the sister-in-law brought back by my brother is really beautiful. The children are cute too. Indeed, people with good genes have much cuter and more beautiful children than others.”

 

“Speaking of which, my brother has good taste. If he had married Ai Chi, the family might have been different, perhaps not as lively as it is now.”

 

Lost in thought, Bo Yibing reached his room. After washing up, he lay on his bed and quickly fell asleep.

 

Bo Yibing had become accustomed to the eat-sleep cycle. What could he do if he wasn’t used to it?

 

Returning to the RV, Wen Xiaoxiao found that Cheng Yi was already asleep. As for the zombie king, it was somewhere in the kitchen, making strange sounds as it nibbled on something. In the quiet night, it seemed eerie.

 

Despite having taken a nap in the afternoon, the children were already getting drowsy because of their young age.

 

After washing and tucking them into bed, they soon entered dreamland.

 

Bo Yiliang returned to the room where he had slept before, washed up, and went to bed.

 

After washing up, Wen Xiaoxiao lay in bed and hugged the little ones. Slowly, she too drifted off into the world of dreams.

 

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AN: Sigh~ Last night, I had a dream. I dreamt that I gave birth to a chubby baby boy. When the nurse carried him away, he looked at me, and it was really horrifying. I woke up frightened.