Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

  Chapter 709 Double-sided president, so hard to coax (5)

  444 was somewhat reluctant.

  【This is so beautiful, let those dogs look down on people and take a good look, how beautiful are you? 】

  Su Qiao was unmoved: "It's not time yet."

   "If you want to get rid of the blind one, you have to pretend it."

【Ok. 】

Although    was reluctant, 444 had to say that Su Qiao was right.

  According to memory, Su Qiao lightly painted a faint brown spot on his right face, and then lay on the large European-style bed, spreading his limbs somewhat indecently.

  Looking at the beautiful lines on the ceiling and exclaimed: "Brother and sister-in-law, Xiaosi, I feel like a pill."

   [Host, why are you so unconfident? How can he not see you, just like a cat and a mouse? 】

  444 is not worried at all.

   "Little Four, are you itchy?"

  What is a cat meeting a mouse?

  She is so beautiful and beautiful, why did she catch up with the mouse?

   [Ahem, missed words, missed words, don't mind you, I just want to tell you that after he meets you, all feudal ethics will go away. 】

   "Also, no matter what his old thinking, no matter what his stale temperament, this lady still doesn't believe that he is not tempted."

  The mourning remained for three seconds, and Su Qiao's expression instantly rose, full of fighting spirit.

   [That's right, who are we, we are...]

   "Don't worry, the clone has two wishes.

  One is a dignified divorce, which made Zhang Ruohan pay the corresponding price;

  One is to become a writer, live out of yourself, and become a woman in the new era. "

  【Author? 】

  【Haha, good writer, the novels I wrote here are really useful. 】

  444 is happy.

  Yo, Xiaoye’s brilliant era has finally come.

  "In this era, speech is very free, but not everything is suitable for publishing. Don't think about your eschatological and future ones."

  Su Qiao turned over, lay on the pillow, looked at the dense tree outside the window, and thought for a while:

  "She has also written a lot of poems herself. Then I will see if there are any suitable ones, modify it a bit, pick one, and publish it."

  【Then I will go and pick it carefully, then you will see if it works. ] 444 can't wait.

"Ok."

  Su Qiao stared at the leaves outside the window that were rustling with the breeze.

  "You should get some silver dollars, or a little yellow croaker."

  When the original body got married, because both grandfather and father died, the family had no money at all, so there was no dowry.

  Fu Shang will give her 30 silver dollars every month, but a small part is used to buy books and paper, ink, paint and brushes, and a large part is subsidized to her family.

  So she really doesn't have much money left in her pocket now.

  In this era, there is no stock. She is a woman in the house, where can she get the money?

  Su Qiao was a bit tangled.

  Forget it, let’s go out and have a look tomorrow.

   Thinking, Su Qiao sat up and closed his eyes cross-legged.

After a while, she opened her eyes slowly, with a hint of joy in them.

  Able to practice, and the practice speed is quite fast.

  *

  On this day, Su Qiao did not step out of Xiaobailou again, and as always, Liu Ma brought the meal back.

  After dinner, Su Qiao paused her practice and went into the study to check some of the original manuscripts.

   Pick and pick, and revised it a bit, Su Qiao finally sorted out a modern poetry collection.

  Thinking about it, she added a few more poems about youth and beautiful love.

  No way, these are popular at this time.

  Especially young men and women who pride themselves on the new era, they especially admire these emptiness and ethereal things.

  Fortunately, Su Qiao wrote a lot of love songs on the last plane, combined with the most popular poems in his mind about this era, it is not a problem to write these.

  (End of this chapter)