Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

Speaking of which, Song Qiao is even more pitiful than Haili. Today is the second day after she came to this world. She got up early in the morning and took two fools to buy clothes. They came here after breakfast, but Song Qiao didn't eat it. . After buying clothes, he ran to the headquarters to kill people and establish his authority.

When she finally remembered to eat something, she was already so hungry that her chest pressed against her back.

This is the bad thing about genetic simulation. Her current body is almost the same as that of the original owner. Even though she is still strong, she is still human in nature. She is not as good as before on Earth. She could go without food for several days and it would have no effect.

Song Qiao folded the latest mobile phone into a width of about two fingers, and then buckled it on his wrist, turning it into a watch.

The time above shows that it is already half past two in the afternoon.

After taking a shower on the 15th floor, she changed her clothes. She was still wearing a shirt and trousers, but she changed it to a white shirt. The fabric was similar to silk, and it stuck to her body softly, which showed off her figure. Plus, Song Qiao looked carefree. With her lazy walking posture, people would probably spit on her if they said she was an Alpha. She looked more like a top-notch Omega.

Sia followed her and couldn't help but wonder how many faces this person had. She was obviously very powerful and domineering when she killed people on the 16th floor, but now she looks calm and indifferent to the world. Her temperament is better than that of the legitimate daughters of nobles in the Federation.

Trying to find a quiet and undisturbed place to eat on West Street is tantamount to wishful thinking. Song Qiao could only reluctantly eat in the box where Ghosn was entertaining guests.

Fortunately, Xia said hello in advance, and the messy wallpapers and murals had been removed from the private room, making the overall look much simpler and fresher.

Sitting on his seat, Song Qiao looked at the dazzling menu with no idea what the ingredients were. He handed it to Xia with a headache, "Take one of all the delicious ones."

After giving the instructions, Xia sat quietly opposite Song Qiao. The five-meter dining table distance between the two was enough to show that Xia was very guarded against Song Qiao.

She was worried that Song Qiao would let her feed her as she ate.

After all, she can even talk about taking off her clothes without shame.

But Xia was obviously worried too much. After Song Qiao sat down, he began to wander.

For a while, she thought about how Ye Ziqing was in seclusion in her own world, and for a while, she thought about whether the fire fox would be trained by Taotao to become a charming fox demon, which would make her angry to death. After a while, I thought that Xie Yuzhou might also have entered the mission plane, and wondered if he would encounter any danger.

Thinking about it, her thoughts wandered to the point where Han Yun hadn't harassed her on the system chat page for a long time. Could it be that she was trapped somewhere?

The smell of food brought Song Qiao back to her senses. She looked at the food gradually filling the table and picked up the knife and fork with excitement.

Standing beside her was a maid who would prepare dishes according to her request. Song Qiao ate every dish and tasted a lot of delicacies that she had never tasted on earth.

The delicious food made with different ingredients did not disappoint.

She thinks the most delicious thing is a kind of snow-white meat, which is similar to fish meat, but stronger than fish meat. It is extremely delicious and is very delicious with just simple cooking.

"What is this made of?" Song Qiao asked curiously.

Xia stopped her movements, placed the knife and fork, and then looked at Song Qiao and replied: "The leg meat of a three-eyed spider." The whole set of movements was smooth and elegant.

Spider meat! ! ! Song Qiao was shocked.

Then she asked about some other foods, all of which she had never thought of.

In fact, her shock was far less than that of Sia.

Before today, Sia had also met the original owner, Joe. In her eyes, there was no difference between Joe and those Ghosn's dogs, except that his skin was prettier. People born on West Street are probably like this, rude and rude in their bones, with inferiority and rage in their blood.

It was poison that penetrated their souls, and Joe was no exception.

But after today, Sia felt that the person in front of her seemed completely different from the person before. Except for that face, she couldn't find any similarity.

After all, she couldn't imagine how Qiao, who was born in a poor and backward West Street, knew only a limited number of words, and only knew how to kill and fight, could behave like a noble.

And it is not a rigid template, but elegance and etiquette that go deep into the bones.

Although some actions are different from hers, the result is still the same.

The result is that even if Song Qiao eats quickly and eats a lot, onlookers will not notice any disharmony in the process, or even notice that she eats a lot.

You can’t do this without years of habit building.

Has she been hiding herself? This thought came to Shia's mind.

Song Qiao wiped her mouth gracefully and smiled at Xia, "Even if I am beautiful, it's a bit rude to stare at me for a long time, Miss Secretary."

When Sia heard this, she immediately looked away and panicked for a moment, "I'm sorry..."

"Well, Ghosn should have a vehicle. If you have nothing to do in the afternoon, can you take me to Dongcheng District for a walk?" Song Qiao folded his hands on his chin and looked at Sia and said.

"Okay, my job is to serve you." Sia regained her composure and said calmly.

Looking at each other across the dining table, Song Qiao looked at those eyes that were even more beautiful than emeralds. He calmly turned away and stood up, "Then let's go."

Song Qiao's heart was not as calm as she showed. Ever since she knew that she was a super villain in the plane, she couldn't control the dark side of her heart, and she couldn't help but want to do something destructive. As if some nerve was miswired, she attributed this to the fact that after genetic simulation, the bad side of the original owner Joe was also simulated.

For this quibble, the system just wanted to give her a slap in the face.

Ghosn's cars are as high-profile as his people.

The domineering black body, arrogant body lines, and a black dog head spray-painted on the hood make him afraid that others will not know that he is the boss of the black dog.

Song Qiao really didn't have the courage to get in that car. She was afraid that she would throw up after dinner.

After choosing for a long time, I finally found a relatively ordinary car. I heard from Shia that it was a gift given to Ghosn by a certain boss. It was very unappealing. The boss died the next day.

So it's hard to imagine why I do business on West Street.

Although the boss was in the drug business, he didn't want to drive Ghosn's low-key car.

The silver-gray body is smooth and beautiful, the seats in the car are as comfortable as a sofa, and the sound insulation effect in the car is so good that you can't hear any sound from outside when you roll up the windows.

After starting, Song Qiao only felt a slight vibration and the car started to move forward.

As expected, it is a hover car, very stable.

The vehicle headed towards Dongcheng District. In the morning, Song Qiao was still a poor person riding the light rail, but in the afternoon, she became a rich person riding a luxury car. She herself felt a little emotional about the magic of life.

In order to better introduce Dongcheng District to Song Qiao, Xia sat in the back row with her. Autonomous driving of vehicles is, to a certain extent, much safer and more reliable than human drivers.

Passing through the sparkling river, the vehicle entered the Dongcheng District.

According to Sia's plan, she first ran around the lane surrounding Dongcheng District.

"Should I start from the beginning first?" Sia asked tentatively.

Song Qiao turned to look at her, with a smile in his dark pupils, "Let's start from the very beginning, I am also very interested in the history of Dongdi City."