Chapter 1550 Zombie Emperor, a Bit Bad (33)

Kang Minghui's eyes lit up: "Dad, what do you mean...?"

People couldn't leave, Song Hai wanted to leave again, and he still had a quarrel with them. With his dad's temperament, he would never let him go easily.

Kang Weibo ignored him, picked up the teacup and drank it.

"Dad, didn't you say you wouldn't help me? Why...?"

His father had just pressured Song Hai to hand over the person obediently, which surprised him very much.

His father is very against him playing with women, why is it so strange this time?

Kang Weibo took a sip of the tea, put down the teacup, and said calmly:

"A dog that used to be very easy to use, suddenly becomes disobedient, and of course it has to be suppressed."

"However, since the dog is disobedient, it would be a scourge to keep it."

Kang Minghui's eyes were bright, and he asked urgently, "Dad, what are we going to do? Kill him directly?"

Kang Weibo glanced at him: "I have my own plans for this."

"It's you, be honest with me these days and don't cause me any more trouble."

With Song Hai's stubborn temper, if he dared to attack Zhang Wenli's idea again, Song Hai would not be able to jump off the wall in a hurry.

Thinking of the report just now, he reminded again: "Also, that little girl from the Su family, don't mess with it."

He hadn't noticed before that there was such a hidden person in the team.

He was able to fight in and out of the zombie swarm alone, and he didn't even touch a drop of zombie blood.

This is not something ordinary people can do.

Even the superhumans under him have neither the ability nor the courage.

"That Su Yali with wind power?"

Kang Minghui obviously didn't notice Su Qiao.

Kang Weibo hates that iron is not steel: "Stupid, I'm talking about that little girl named Su Qiao."

"What is she afraid of?"

Su Qiao's small face slid across Kang Minghui's mind.

Apart from being a little more delicate and good-looking, there seems to be nothing out of the ordinary.

But why didn't he realize that this little girl was so beautiful before?

Kang Weibo stared at him warningly: "This little girl is not simple, in short, listen to me."

"All right."

Seeing that his father was so strict, Kang Minghui temporarily put out his mind to provoke Su Qiao.

But deep down in his heart, he didn't really take Su Qiao seriously, and felt that his father was a little too cautious.

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Su Qiao returned from the front door openly, and was not prepared to cover up again.

Of course, I don't think it's necessary.

At this time, there is nothing wrong with being a little high-profile. At least some people who want to make some ideas will consider their own lives first.

"Get up, the instant noodles you want are ready."

Put the cooked instant noodles in a bowl and put them on the table, Su Qiao walked over and kicked the edge of the mattress.

The boy who had been sulking on the bed got up with a stinky face, walked over to the table to have a look, and was suddenly unhappy again.

"I don't like so much oil."

It was oily, and it looked like there was no appetite.

Su Qiao, who was holding up a bowl to eat, said, "I don't like it. You said it earlier."

She finished all the seasoning packets, and he said he didn't like it.

What's more, how do you eat instant noodles without putting oil in them?

Is that also called instant noodles?

Gao Jingyu sat on the sofa with his mouth flat, not saying a word, but "I'm not happy" was written all over his face.

Su Qiao took a deep breath.

can not fight!

can not fight!

This guy has suffered enough to not add to his suffering.

Su Qiao tried her best to do a good job in psychological construction, "If you have any other requirements, finish it all at once."

"I want the spicy one with three seasoning packets."

Gao Jingyu always felt that she wanted to beat her, so she quickly stated her request.