Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

  Chapter 495 Gao Leng Actor, please hug (2)

  She lowered her head and looked at her, her gray cloth pants were dangling. This body is indeed very thin, and then look at her hands.

   Although skinny, but the back of the hand has fair skin, slender fingers and ruddy nails.

  Except for some brown-black dirty things in the nails, this is a pair of healthy and beautiful hands.

   [That’s right, if you don’t come, the clone will be dreadlocked soon. 】

   "..." Su Qiao was a little speechless.

  So she is possessed by the clone body that is about to die of illness this time?

   "Okay, let me sort out my memory first."

   Turning around, Suqiao stopped to enter the room.

  Looking at the dilapidated wooden house in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitched: "Little Si, I am reborn in a five-guarantee household, right?"

  The door panel hangs tremblingly on the door frame, looking like it will die at any time;

  There are several holes in the plastic film on the wooden window. When the wind blows, the ghost screams, and the whole house tilts to one side by nearly 20 degrees.

  Is this really not going to fall down and smash her to death while she is asleep?

  444 gleefully covered his mouth and smiled: [Don’t worry, it won’t collapse for a while, but it can still be used for a few days. 】

Ok.

  Have to accept reality.

  The mentally strong Su Qiao let go of her entanglement and walked into the room.

   "What's this smell?"

  The strong smell of medicine combined with the musty and sour smell made Su Qiao cover her mouth and turn around and ran.

  After arriving in the yard, she opened her mouth wide and took in several breaths of fresh air, which made her feel more comfortable.

  "How long did the clone have been sick in bed?" How long did it take to clean up?

  【It's dizzy, it's been ten days ago, during which I only got up to get some food, and fried some herbs to drink. 】

   "She is not a family member?"

  Su Qiao looked around while asking.

  The small wooden house has been in disrepair for a long time, and it looks like it has been abandoned for a long time. It is simply surrounded by wooden fences. The yard is pretty well cleaned, and there is no weeds.

   There are two vegetable plots on the left and the right. It is estimated that it has not been watered for a long time. The vegetables are all yellow and yellow, and they are almost dead.

  On the corridor side of the cabin, an open-air kitchenette is separated by stones and adobe bricks.

  On the earthen stove is a large black-lacquered sand pot, and under the stove, a pile of brown-black herbal **** still exudes an unpleasant smell of medicine.

  【No, she is an orphan. 】

Ok.

   is an orphan, it makes sense to be mixed up like this.

   shrugged helplessly, Su Qiao, who was mentally prepared, entered the house again.

  The light in the room is a bit dim, relying on the light coming in through the window.

  Su Qiao looked for it, but did not find anything like lights or switches.

  Obviously, the house was simpler than she thought.

   "Forget it, I'd better find a piece of land in the yard to enjoy the sun, and clean up my memory by the way."

  Standing in the yard, Su Qiao looked up at the distant mountains, feeling a little better: "But the scenery here is good, and the air is fresh."

  【Hehe, the nearest town is about ten miles away, can the air not be fresh? 】

  【It takes ten minutes to walk to the small village at the foot of the mountain. There are mountains and trees in all directions. Can the scenery be bad? 】

  I don’t know, I thought this little girl was practicing in seclusion on this mountain.

  444 muttered in his heart.

  Su Qiao disagrees: "What's the matter? Where I used to live, I couldn't see a house for dozens of miles away. I lived in a cave. Didn't I live in a cave for ten years?"

  444 was choked.

  【Host, you like it yourself. 】

  What else can it say?

  The host’s favorite thing is to drill deep in the mountains and old forests.

  Let her live here, she probably can’t ask for it.

  (End of this chapter)