Besides, does it think that the traps and poisons in the tombs are decorations?

If you don't have a certain skill, you have to go and have no return.

Besides, she is still more inclined to use her ability to make money than to dig up dead things.

"By the way, Xiaosi, help me check to see if there are any more famous construction projects planned to be built at home and abroad recently, and I will see if there is a chance to make some money."

[Do you want it from abroad?] 】

444 wanted to buy stocks to make money, but Su Qiao didn't have the capital at all, and all her money was spent on her mother's treatment.

The pockets are cleaner than her face.

These days, because Su Qiao wants to avoid the Huo family and the Su family, he hasn't gone out, and he can't even buy a small lottery ticket.

"Yes."

[Yes, there is, but it is not private, let alone making money, people will not bird you at all as a person who only has a second-level architect certificate and has no experience. 】

In the field of architecture, not only pay attention to certificates, but also pay great attention to qualifications.

Su Qiao was not angry: "If you don't believe it, you have to try to know." ”

There are two flowers, one on each branch.

On the other side of the same time, Huo Sihan, who had been busy all day, finally stepped out of the company's special elevator.

Yu Hao silently followed behind, "President, are you going back to the old mansion or to the nearby apartment?" ”

Huo Sihan closed his eyes tiredly: "Go back to the old mansion." ”

Yu Hao took out his mobile phone, called his simple-minded and well-developed brother, and asked him to drive the car to the front of the company.

It was late at night, and the surroundings were quiet, Huo Sihan returned to Huo's house in a moonlight.

When I opened the sensor door, it was pitch black inside.

Standing in the doorway, he was stunned.

Because he rarely goes back to live here, even Steward Lu rarely waits for the door.

But in his memory, when he came back in the past, there was always a clear yellow light waiting for him in the hall.

Silently groping his way to the table, he pressed the small European-style lamp on the table.

The familiar yellow light made him feel a little better.

His eyes habitually looked in the direction of the sofa.

It was empty, except for a few well-laid pillows.

Huo Sihan suddenly felt that this hall was a little too big, the space was a little too empty, and it was too quiet.

There is no small TV sound, and there is no shallow breathing sound.

Before, no matter how late or when he came back, there was always a small light in the living room.

Sometimes there is a small figure curled up on the sofa, holding the pillow printed with the little singer, watching TV with a slight squint.

When he got home, she would rub his eyes and ask him if he was hungry and if he wanted to eat some supper.

I don't know what's going on, at this moment, the originally vague scene is becoming clearer and clearer in his mind.

He remembered that he had never given a straight eye, and at most he would just drop the word 'no' and go upstairs to his room.

Huo Sihan was silent for a while, and was about to go upstairs, but his steps paused again, and he turned around and walked to the sofa.

He suddenly wanted to try what it was like to watch TV on the couch in the dead of night with a small yellowish light on.

I turned on the TV, turned down my voice, and sat quietly on the couch for a while.

He always felt that something was missing.

After thinking about it, he walked lightly to the back storage room on the first floor and found a small soft pillow from the cabinet.

Looking at the handsome male star portrait above, he suddenly felt a little unsightly.

With a wave of his hand, he wanted to throw it, but in the end he held back.

With a paralyzed face, he hugged him in his arms and returned to the living room sofa.

When the first light of the morning shone through the glass window into the living room, the man curled up on the sofa moved his stiff hands and feet.

Pursing his lips, he sat up slowly.

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