Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

After a hard day, it was almost done. Su Qiao clapped her hands and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, we will officially open tomorrow."

In the dead of night, the bright moon was in the sky, and the cold white moonlight penetrated the ceiling and spread over the person who was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, adding a touch of mystery and holiness to her who was dressed in white, who was already dazzling like a god.

The white jade-like ears moved slightly, and Su Qiao opened her eyes in a flash.

Someone broke in.

Although the sound was small, she clearly heard two small breathing sounds.

The huge mental power was released, covering the whole house, and she quickly discovered two uninvited guests in the shop downstairs.

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

In the last life, the clone Su Qiao said she committed suicide, but she was actually forced to be helpless.

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

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

Su Qiao raised her lips slightly, and the charming Danfeng's eyes were full of coldness.

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

With a flash, Su Qiao fell silently to the ground without making any sound, and Su Qiao went downstairs.

There was only one face to face, and before the other party could see her clearly, she was already picked by her sword.

After thinking about it, she went to the warehouse, got the big sack that used to be used in the grocery store, and put the two men who had no breath in the sack.

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

"Cough cough."

Unexpectedly, Su Qiao was a little embarrassed and 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 a little low: "What are you doing?"

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

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

Ye Jingting watched her stuff the body into the sack and carry it into the warehouse: "..."

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

Ye Jingting finally took a deep look at the two bloody sacks in the corner. He didn't say anything, turned around and walked upstairs slowly.

'call'

Okay, it's over.

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

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

*

The next day, Su Qiao got up early, took the little guy to the administrative building, registered his account, and set up a personal terminal.

Of course, the name did not really use 'Xiao Hei', but gave him a very gentle name, called 'Su Moyu'.

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

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

She arranged them one by one, and briefly decorated the shop, and then took a short rest and had a fragrant lunch.

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

He ran home again, packed the two sacks in the warehouse, and took them to the wild to throw them away. By the way, he picked up some herbs and wild vegetables, and beat two exotic animals.

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

When she packed up and went upstairs, she just stepped into the living room and was stunned on the spot.

After a while, she found her voice.

Pointing to the two large sacks in the center of the living room, Su Qiao looked at the little guy who was wiping the floor with a cloth: "This... what is it?"

Ye Jingting paused for a moment, and then said in a low voice, "Alien beast meat."