Chapter 440: Marshal Mansao, so hard to tease (15)

  Chapter 440 Marshal Mansao, so difficult to tease (15)

  After a hard day, it was almost done. Su Qiao clapped his hands and sighed with satisfaction.

   "Well, we will officially open tomorrow."

  The night is quiet, the bright moon is in the sky, and the cold white moonlight penetrates the ceiling and spreads over the person sitting right in the middle of the bed. She is dressed in white, who is already dazzling like a god, and adds a little bit of mystery and holiness.

  White Ruyu's ears moved slightly, and Su Qiao opened her eyes ‘sharply’.

  Someone broke in.

  Although the voice was very small, she obviously heard two faint breathing sounds.

  Huge mental power was released, covering the whole house, and she soon found two uninvited guests in the shop downstairs.

  It seems that after a fierce quarrel with Ye Hanyi, Feng Shuya has returned to Feng's family.

  In the previous life, the avatar Su Qiao said that he committed suicide, but he was actually forced to helplessly.

  Because she returned to her hometown Harriet in despair, Feng Shuya also sent someone to chase her in order to kill her.

  It’s just this life, the chase is ahead of schedule.

  Su Qiao raised her lips slightly, and the charming Dan Feng's eyes were full of cold and harsh expressions.

   "Then let's take a look, who can have the last laugh."

  The figure flashed and fell silently to the ground, without making any sound, Su Qiao went downstairs.

  Only one face to face, the other party has not seen her clearly, she has already been picked by her with a sword.

  Thinking about it, she walked to the warehouse, got the big sacks used to load goods in the grocery store, and put the two men who were breathless into the sacks.

   Just put it in the corner of the warehouse, and was about to find another chance to get out tomorrow. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he found the little guy standing in the doorway, staring at him with a pair of light brown eyes.

   "Ahem."

  Unexpectedly, he would be caught, Su Qiao was a little embarrassed, and walked towards him with no difference: "It's so late, why haven't you slept?"

  Night Jingting's gaze swept across the two big sacks in the corner, and his voice was slightly low: "What are you doing?"

  Su Qiao gave a look, blocked his vision, and explained without changing his face:

  "Oh, don’t we have a lot of pork left today? I will pack it in a sack, and prepare to open tomorrow for stewing broth."

   Watching her put the corpse into a sack and carry it into the warehouse, Ye Jingting: "..."

  Su Qiao pushed him directly out the door: "Go to bed, I have to get up early tomorrow to set up a personal terminal for you."

  Ye Jing Ting finally took a deep look at the two big sacks in the corner that were obviously still exuding blood. Without saying anything, he turned around and went upstairs slowly.

  ‘Huh’

  Fortunately, it passed.

  For such a cruel thing, it is better not to let the little guy touch it.

  Su Qiao closed the warehouse door and went upstairs patted his chest.

  *

  The next day, Su Qiao got up early in the morning, took the little guy to the administrative building, registered a household registration, and set up a personal terminal.

  Of course, the name didn’t really use ‘Xiao Hei’, but a very elegant name for him, called ‘Su Moyu’.

  After solving the little guy's matter, Su Qiao took him back home.

  Just in time, the tables and chairs ordered the day before were also delivered.

  She arranged them one by one, and simply decorated the shop. Then she took a break and got a fragrant lunch.

After eating and drinking, he ordered the little guy to read the learning materials in the room, gritted his teeth, and ran to buy a second-hand small household aircraft.

   ran home again, loaded the two sacks in the warehouse, took them to the wild and threw them away. By the way, they picked some herbs and wild vegetables, and hit two strange animals.

  When she hurried home, the sky was already dark.

  Waiting for her to pack up her things and bang bang bang upstairs, just stepping into the living room, she was stunned on the spot.

After a while, she found her voice.

   Pointing to the two big sacks in the middle of the living room, Su Qiao looked at the little guy who was wiping the floor with a cloth: "What...what is this?"

  Night Jingting's hand movement paused, and then he whispered without changing his face: "Alien animal meat."

  (End of this chapter)