My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

Chapter 77 1.077 Ghost!

Where would Xu Jiao be so reconciled, she was simmering and thinking about her idea. Although Qiao Zhongheng is not prosperous, as long as he thinks, the effort to put honey on his mouth is first-rate, and Xu Jiao can be softened in a few words.

The two were so confused for a while, Qiao Zhong fell asleep, but Xu Jiao flipped around, thinking about how the twenty-two silvers couldn't sleep.

Qiaomu hid under the eaves and listened to the corner of the wall for a long time, already fisted tightly.

She guessed right, Xu Jiao really got a ghost on Xiaoliner's affairs. No wonder she had been enthusiastic about running to their house so diligently before, and she comforted her mother to send Xiaoliner away as soon as possible. Twelve silver benefits.

Twenty-two, the life of her poor sister, was only twenty-two in Xu Jiao's eyes.

Had it not been for her last life to contribute to the situation, Xiao Lin'er would not have been picked up by Wu Yanzhen so smoothly.

This **** woman!

Qiaomu took out a pendant from his pocket and tore it, and there was a gleam of cold light under the black eyes.

Xu Jiao turned over in bed and let out a lament in front of the wall. After thinking about it, she couldn't come up with a good way in the middle of the night.

But for her to give up the twenty-two silvers like that, she really couldn't bear it.

It's all blame for the dead child of Qiaomu. If it wasn't for her stalk, Dasao would have handed over Xiaoliner earlier, how could there be so much trouble afterwards!

Xu Jiao turned over again, and opened her eyes dryly. She was about to go to the table and pour a glass of water, and suddenly she saw a dark shadow drifting in front of her.

She was shocked by a sudden shock, and no sleepiness flew away, and the whole person rose up with a spring-like seat, and sighed in panic, "Who."

Qiao Zhong, who slept soundly, hummed like a dead pig.

When Xu Jiao saw nothing in front of her eyes, she calmed down and calmed down, she just said that she was too nervous to sleep until midnight.

She didn't want to drink any more water, she lay down halfway and turned over, and then her eyes suddenly swelled, her eyes were about to crack.

Looking at the half-front of the eyes, the little gray face suddenly turned white, and the heart almost jumped out of the chest!

Her brain died for three seconds before receiving the sight, and a scream screamed from her mouth, scaring Qiao Zhong in her sleep to sit up with a bang.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Zhong looked at Xu Jiao angrily. "What's the ghost in the middle of the night?"

Xu Jiao pointed at Qiao Zhong's back, his lips were pursed, his eyes were almost bursting, and he stared straight at the white and miserable face on the wall, and retracted into the wall little by little. Then disappeared.

Qiao Zhong looked back sideways, except nothing on the wall.

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

"What face?" Qiao Zhongheng, who hadn't seen anything at all, had an inexplicable look on his face.

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

Qiaomu wiped off the smeared dirt on his little face, turned his head and glanced at Qiao Zhongheng's house with the lights on, the corner of his mouth evoking a slight arc.

So scared? "Good days" are still waiting for you!

When the shadow of the tree was shaking, the little girl was quickly lost outside the dark house, except for a faint wind that rolled over the fallen leaves ...

Early the next morning, Qiaomu was awakened by the sound of unloading outside.

She jumped up in spirits, wiped her face and ran out, and met Wei Ziqin face to face and asked curiously.

(End of this chapter)