Chapter 1054 Autistic Huo Shao, Loves to Brush Hair (30)

Besides, does it think that the organs and poison in those tombs are just decorations?

There is no certain skill, that is, there is no return.

Besides, she is more inclined to use her own abilities to make money than to dig dead people's things.

"By the way, little four, help me check to see if there are any more famous construction projects planned to be built at home and abroad recently. I'll see if there is a 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, and all her money was spent on her mother's treatment.

The pockets were cleaner than her face.

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

"want."

[There is, but it is not private, let alone making money, people will not let you down as a person who only has a second-level architect certificate and has no working experience. 】

In the field of construction, not only certificates, but also qualifications are very important.

But Su Qiao was not angry: "Whether you believe it or not, you have to try it to find out."

There are two flowers, one on each side.

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

Yu Hao followed silently, "President, do you want to go back to the old house or the apartment nearby?"

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

Yu Hao took out his mobile phone and called his simple-minded, 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 wearing moonlight.

Open the induction door, the room inside is dark.

Standing at the door, he was stunned.

Because he rarely lives here, even Butler Lu rarely waits for the door.

But in my memory, when he came back in the past, there was always a line of bright yellow lights waiting for him in the hall.

He groped silently to the table and turned on 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, save for a few well-placed pillows.

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

There was no small TV sound, and no shallow breathing.

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

Sometimes there will be a small figure curled up on the sofa, holding the pillow with the little singer printed on it, and staring at the TV.

When he got home, she would rub his eyes that could not be opened, and asked him in a daze if he was hungry and if he wanted a late-night snack.

Somehow, at this moment, the originally vague scene became more and more clear in his mind.

He remembered that he never gave a straight eye at that time, and at most he would just leave the word "don't" that was tied up, and would go upstairs and go back to his room.

Huo Sihan was silent for a while, and was about to go upstairs, but his footsteps paused, then turned and walked towards the sofa.

He suddenly wanted to try it, what it would be like to huddle on the sofa and watch TV with a small yellow light on in the dead of night.

Turn on the TV, turn down the volume, and sit quietly on the sofa for a while.

He always felt that something was missing.

After thinking for a while, he walked to the storage room at the back of the first floor, and found a small soft pillow from the cabinet.

Looking at the handsome male star's profile picture above, he suddenly felt a little annoying.

He raised his hand and wanted to throw it away, but he finally held back.

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

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

He pursed his lips tightly and sat up slowly.