Xu Jiao was so willing. She was so anxious that she was trying to think about it. Although Qiao Zhongheng was a man who was not successful, as long as he thought, the skill of smearing honey on his mouth was first-class, and it would be soft to Xu Jiao in a few words.

The two of them hang out like this for a while, Qiao Zhongheng fell asleep, but Xu Jiao flipped over and over, thinking that the twenty taels of silver could not sleep.

Qiaomu hid under the eaves and listened to the corner of the wall for a long time, and was so angry that his fists were tightly pinched.

She guessed right, Xu Jiao did something wrong with Xiao Liner. No wonder she had been running to their house so diligently before, comforting her mother to send Xiao Liner away as soon as possible. It turned out that she could still get twenty taels of silver from it.

Twenty taels, her poor sister's life is only worth twenty taels in Xu Jiao's eyes.

If she hadn't been the fuel in the last life, Xiao Lin'er wouldn't have been taken away by Wu Yanzhen so smoothly.

This damn woman!

Qiaomu took out a wall-through talisman from his pocket and tore it open, and a ray of cold light flashed under his black eyes.

Xu Jiao lay on the bed and turned over again, sighing at the wall. After thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't come up with any good method. She was really helpless.

But she was really reluctant to let her give up the twenty taels of silver like this.

It’s all because of Qiao Mu’s dead child. If she hadn’t interfered with it, my sister-in-law would have handed over Xiao Lin’er, so there would have been so many troubles in the future!

Xu Jiao turned over again, opened her eyes with dry mouth and tongue. She was about to pour a glass of water at the table when she suddenly saw a black shadow floating in front of her.

She was immediately frightened and she disappeared. She sat upright like a spring-loaded person and shouted in horror, "Who?"

Qiao Zhong, who was sleeping soundly, hummed like a pig.

Seeing that there was nothing in front of him, Xu Jiao calmed down and breathed a sigh of relief, saying that she was too nervous when she slept until midnight.

She didn't want to drink water anymore, so she half lay down and turned over, then her eyes suddenly became wide and her eyes were about to split.

Looking at the gray, white and miserable little face in front of me, my heart almost jumped out of my chest!

Her brain died for three seconds before she could receive the scene in front of her. She screamed in a shrill voice, which scared Qiao Zhongheng, who was sleeping, so she flicked and sat up with a silence.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Zhongheng looked at Xu Jiao and said angrily, "What's the name of the ghost in the middle of the night?"

Xu Jiao pointed at the back of Qiao Zhongheng's head, her lips trembled, her eyes almost cracked. She looked straight at the white and miserable little face on the wall, retracting back into the wall bit by bit, and then disappeared.

Qiao Zhong looked back and saw nothing but the wall.

"Face, face..." Xu Jiao shivered and shook.

"What's the face?" Qiao Zhongheng, who hadn't seen anything at all, looked puzzled.

"Ghost!" Xu Jiao rolled her eyes and fell down straight.

Qiao Mu wiped off the dust applied on his little face, turned his head and looked at Qiao Zhongheng's house with the lights on, and a curve was coldly curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Are you scared like this? "Good days" are still waiting for you in the future!

As the shadows of the trees swayed, the little girl was soon lost outside the dark house, and only a faint wind swept across the leaves falling all over the ground...

Early the next morning, Qiaomu was awakened by the sound of unloading goods outside.
Chapter completed!