His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 823

After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped walking, and his clothes were pulled by someone.

Qian Mi walked up to him and gestured: Give it to me.

The black chicken put the pass in his trousers pocket: "No."

Qianmi: I just don't want to go to class.

The black chicken is impatient: "What are you arguing with as an adult? You can't get a drop of water for a day, and you don't want your life? Do your parents know that you are suffering here? You treat the body your parents gave you like this. of?"

Qianmi: I'm your boss.

The black chicken was startled.

Chimi: I heard that the other day.

That day, when I passed out, I felt half awake.

Indistinctly, she heard the black chicken calling her, but she couldn't answer.

The black chicken's lips moved, and he was suddenly speechless.

The words were said by him, and to refute Qianmi was to refute himself.

Qian Mi took the pass out of his pocket and waved him away.

"Wait a minute!" The black chicken was unwilling.

He said, "Wait here, I'll go buy you something."

With that, he turned his head and ran away.

All the way to the supermarket, I bought a bunch of food, and also bought a band-aid and other things.

When he ran back, his heart was empty.

Only; Lao Dong alone.

"Where's Fu God?"

Lao Dong pointed to the rating arena: "Go in."

The black chicken got sullen and almost threw the two big bags in his hand.

On the other side, Qian Miao had already walked into the escalator.

This elevator is actually a conveyor belt, basically on a plane.

Since the distances between the various venues are too far, such a thing is needed to save time.

She was so tired that she couldn't help but sit down.

There was no one around.

Because there are many newcomers here, at this time, most of them are eating or going to the entertainment city to play.

Moreover, in the eyes of most newcomers, the four words in the rating arena are like four mountains, which makes them feel a lot of pressure.

No one would be that motivated to come here.

She leaned against the escalator in peace and fell asleep.

At the same time, on the transmission belt next door, a man with a mask on his face stood quietly, and from a distance, Qian Miao seemed to be dozing next to his lower body.

None of them noticed anyone.

Soon, the two conveyor belts leading to different entrances to the Unmanned Valley branched off.

When the conveyor belt passed the fork, the man noticed that there was a person sitting on the conveyor belt next door.

He glanced lightly, then looked away.

A few minutes later, Qian Miao got up and walked out of the conveyor belt.

This entrance is the back door of the No Man's Valley arena, and there are people guarding it at ordinary times. It is an old man with gray hair.

She was not wearing a mask and was sitting by the door drinking tea.

After seeing her, his wrinkled brows moved, and he gave her a cold look, his eyes focused on her blue and purple fingers, and then he saw the gauze-covered hand, which showed a pool of blood, no A new wound is an old wound being torn open.

The old man looked away, and then threw a broom in front of Qian Mi.

"Start sweeping from behind the door, and sweep to the end, the cart is over there."

The old voice had a bitter taste.

Qian Miao turned her head and saw that she was drinking tea with one hand, peeling the egg shell with one hand with the other, her eyes staring at the variety show on the computer, her mouth grinning, and the yolk of a tea egg still remained at the corner of her mouth.

Her eyes moved to the computer.

This computer can communicate with the outside world.

She grabbed the broom, passed by the old man silently, and pushed the cart inside.

The old man did not take her to heart.

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(Today is over, good night.)