After a hard day, and finally getting it almost done, Su Qiao clapped his hands and breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction.

"Okay, let's officially open tomorrow."

In the dead of night, the bright moon was in the sky, and the cold white moonlight passed through the ceiling, spreading on the person sitting in the middle of the bed, giving her a white dress, who was already dazzling like a god, and added a little mystery and holiness.

The ears that were as white as jade moved slightly, and Su Qiao opened his eyes suddenly.

Someone broke in.

Despite the sound, she could clearly hear two subtle breaths.

The huge spiritual power was released outward, enveloping the entire house, and she soon spotted two uninvited guests in the shop downstairs.

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

In the last life, the doppelganger Su Qiao said that he committed suicide, but in fact, he was forced to be helpless.

Because after she returned to her hometown Harriet Star in despair, in order to extinguish her mouth, Feng Shuya also sent someone to hunt her down.

It's just that in this life, the hunt is ahead of schedule.

Su Qiao hooked his lips slightly, and his charming Danfeng's eyes were full of coldness.

"Then let's see who can have the last laugh."

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

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

After thinking about it, she walked to the warehouse, got the bags used to hold goods in the grocery store, and put the two men who had no breath into the sacks.

As soon as he put it in the corner of the warehouse, ready to find another opportunity to get out tomorrow, when he turned around, he found the little guy standing in the doorway, staring at him fixedly with a pair of light brown eyes.

"Ahem."

didn't expect to be caught, Su Qiao was a little embarrassed, and walked towards him with a straight face: "It's so late, why haven't you slept yet?" ”

Ye Jingting's gaze swept over the two bags in the corner, and his voice was slightly low: "What are you doing?" ”

Su Qiao's expression was stunned, blocking his sight, and explained without changing his face:

"Oh, don't we have a lot of pork left today? I'm packed in a sack and ready to open tomorrow to stew the broth. ”

Watching her stuff the body into the sack and carry it into the warehouse, Ye Jingting: "

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

Ye Jingting finally took a deep look at the two bags in the corner that obviously still smelled of blood, and didn't say anything more, turned around and slowly went upstairs.

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Fortunately, it was mixed.

Such a cruel thing, it is better not to let the little guy touch it well.

Su Qiao closed the warehouse door and went upstairs with a pat on his chest.

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

Of course, the name was not really Xiao Hei, but he was given a very gentle name, called Su Moyu.

After settling the little one's case, Su Qiao took him home.

It just so happened that the tables and chairs ordered the day before were also delivered.

She set them up one by one, and briefly decorated the shop, then took a short break and made a fragrant lunch.

After eating and drinking, he ordered the little guy to read the study materials in the room, gritted his teeth, and ran to buy a second-hand small family flying machine.

He ran home again, put up two sacks in the warehouse, took them to the field and threw them away, picked some herbs and wild vegetables by the way, and beat two strange beasts.

By the time she hurried home, it was already dark.

When she packed up her things and went upstairs, she was stunned on the spot as soon as she stepped into the living room.

It was only after half a ring that she found her voice.

Pointing to the two bags in the center of the living room, Su Qiao looked at the little guy who was wiping the floor with a cloth: "What is this?" ”

Night Jingting's hand paused, and then said in a low voice without changing his face: "Alien beast meat." ”

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