Besides, does it think that the mechanisms and poisons in the tombs are just decorations
Without certain skills, there is no return.
Besides, compared to digging up dead people's stuff, she would rather use her abilities to make money.
"By the way, Xiao Si, help me check if there are any famous construction projects planned to be built recently at home or abroad. I want to see if there is any chance to make some money."
Do you want foreign ones too
444 wanted to buy stocks to make money, but Su Qiao had no capital at all. All her money was spent on her mother's treatment.
Pockets are cleaner than her face.
These days, Su Qiao had not gone out because he wanted to avoid the people from the Huo and Su families, and he couldn't even buy a small lottery ticket.
"want."
Yes, there are, but they are not private. Not to mention making money, people will not pay attention to someone like you who only has a second-level architect certificate and no working experience.
In the construction industry, not only certificates are important, but also seniority is very important.
Su Qiao was not discouraged: "Whether you believe it or not, you have to try it to know."
Two flowers bloom, each showing its own beauty.
At the same time, on the other side, Huo Sihan, who had been busy all day, finally stepped out of the company's dedicated elevator.
Yu Hao followed silently, "Boss, are we going back to the old house or to the nearby apartment?"
Huo Sihan closed his eyes tiredly: "Let's go back to the old house."
Yu Hao took out his cell phone and called his simple-minded but strong brother, asking him to drive the car to the front of the company.
It was late at night and everything around was quiet. Huo Sihan returned to the Huo residence covered in moonlight.
I opened the sensor door and found the room was pitch black.
He stood at the door in a daze.
Because he seldom comes back to live here, even Butler Lu rarely waits for him at the door.
But in his memory, whenever he came back, there was always a ray of bright yellow light waiting for him in the hall.
He groped his way to the table silently and turned on the small European-style desk lamp on it.
The familiar yellow light made him feel a little better.
His eyes habitually looked towards the sofa.
It was empty, with only a few neatly placed pillows.
Huo Sihan suddenly felt that this hall was too big, too spacious, and too quiet.
There was no sound of TV, nor any shallow breathing.
In the past, no matter how late or what time he came back, there was always a small light on in the living room.
Sometimes there would be a little figure curled up on the sofa, hugging a pillow with the little singer printed on it, watching TV with his eyes slightly closed.
When he got home, she would rub her eyes which were difficult to open, and ask him in a daze if he was hungry and if he wanted to have a midnight snack.
Somehow, at this moment, the originally blurry scene became clearer and clearer in his mind.
He remembered that he never even gave her a straight look at that time. At most, he would just say "no need" in a forced way and go upstairs to his room.
Huo Sihan was silent for a while. Just as he was about to go upstairs, he paused and turned to walk towards the sofa.
He suddenly wanted to try what it felt like to watch TV on the sofa in the dead of night, with a small yellow light on.
I turned on the TV, turned down the volume, and sat quietly on the sofa for a while.
He always felt like something was missing.
After thinking about it, he walked lightly to the storage room at the back of the first floor and found a soft little pillow from the cabinet.
Looking at the handsome male star’s profile picture above, he suddenly felt a little annoyed.
He raised his hand, wanting to throw it away, but finally held back.
With a paralyzed face, he held her in his arms and returned to the sofa in the living room.
When the first ray of light in the early morning shone into the living room through the glass window, the man curled up on the sofa moved his stiff limbs.
He pursed his lips tightly and sat up slowly in a daze.