After a day of hard work, it was finally almost done. Su Qiao clapped his hands and breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction.
"Okay, we'll officially open tomorrow."
It was late at night and the moon was bright in the sky. The cold white moonlight filtered through the ceiling and spread over the person sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, adding a touch of mystery and holiness to her, who was dressed in white and was already as dazzling as a god.
The jade-white ears moved slightly, and Su Qiao opened his eyes in a flash.
Someone broke in.
Although the sound was very small, she clearly heard two subtle breathing sounds.
She released a huge amount of mental power, covering the entire house, and soon discovered two uninvited guests in the shop downstairs.
It seems that after having a fierce quarrel with Ye Hanyi, Feng Shuya has returned to the Feng family.
In the previous life, the clone Su Qiao said that he committed suicide, but in fact he was forced into it.
Because she returned to her hometown, Harriet Star, in a daze, Feng Shuya also sent people to hunt her down in order to silence her.
It’s just that in this life, the pursuit started earlier.
Su Qiao curled her lips slightly, her charming phoenix eyes filled with coldness.
"Then let's see who will have the last laugh."
His figure flashed and he landed on the ground silently without making any sound. Su Qiao went downstairs.
After just one encounter, before the other party could even see her clearly, she had already killed him with her sword.
After thinking about it, she went to the warehouse, got a large sack that was used to carry goods in grocery stores, and put the two men who were already dead into the sack.
I just put it in the corner of the warehouse, planning to find a chance to take it out tomorrow, but when I turned around, I found the little guy standing at the door, staring at me with a pair of light brown eyes.
“Ahem.”
Su Qiao was a little embarrassed because she didn't expect to be caught. She walked towards him with a blank expression: "It's so late, why haven't you slept yet?"
Ye Jingting's eyes swept across the two large sacks in the corner, and his voice was slightly low: "What are you doing?"
Su Qiao paused, blocked his sight, and explained calmly:
"Oh, don't we have a lot of pork left today? I packed it in a sack and will use it to make meat soup when we open tomorrow."
Ye Jingting watched her stuff the body into a sack and carry it into the warehouse: "..."
Su Qiao pushed him out the door and said, "Go to bed now. We have to get up early tomorrow to get you a personal terminal."
Ye Jingting took a final, deep look at the two large sacks in the corner that were clearly still emitting a bloody smell. Without saying anything else, he turned around and slowly went upstairs.
'call'
Fortunately, I managed to get through it.
It’s better not to let the little ones come into contact with such a cruel thing.
Su Qiao closed the warehouse door, patted his chest and went upstairs.
*
The next day, Su Qiao got up early in the morning and took the little one to the administrative building to register his household registration and get a personal terminal.
Of course, his name was not really "Xiao Hei", but he was given a very gentle name, "Su Moyu".
After dealing with the little guy's problem, Su Qiao took him home.
Coincidentally, the tables and chairs ordered the day before were also delivered.
She arranged everything one by one and simply decorated the shop before taking a short break and making a delicious lunch.
After eating and drinking, he ordered the little guy to read study materials in the room, and he gritted his teeth and ran to buy a second-hand small home aircraft.
He ran back home, filled the two sacks in the warehouse, took them to the wild and threw them away. He also picked some herbs and wild vegetables and killed two strange beasts.
By the time she hurried home, it was already dark.
After she packed her things and went upstairs, she was stunned as soon as she stepped into the living room.
It took her a while to find her voice again.
Pointing at the two large sacks in the middle of the living room, Su Qiao looked at the little guy who was wiping the floor with a cloth: "What... is this?"
Ye Jingting paused for a moment, then said in a low voice without changing his expression: "Exotic beast meat."