The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 280 She Is His Little Wife (1)
The night was very dark, so quiet that only an old electric fan was "creaking".

Qiao Wan's body temperature was low, and she woke up from the cold in the middle of the night. In the dark, she grunted, stretched her arms and was groping to turn off the fan. Unexpectedly, she didn't touch the fan, but touched the coldness beside the pillow.

Is Fu Tianlang not here?
She woke up immediately, opened her eyes and looked around, and when she saw the familiar figure, she quietly let out a sigh of relief.

Under the hazy moonlight, Fu Tianlang stood leaning against the wall, lighting a cigarette in his hand, and directly in front of him were the lights of Wanjia in the distance.

His expression was dark, as if he didn't notice Qiao Wan's approach, he just swallowed his clouds and smoke until he wrapped his hands around his waist from behind, then he paused, and stubbed out the cigarette butt in the next second .

With a faint smell of tobacco, Qiao Wan counted the cigarette butts on the ground...

"Brother Lang." In fact, she had never seen Fu Tianlang smoke, and she always thought that he would not smoke, until seeing his skillful movements tonight, she suddenly realized that he would, but he never smoked in front of her.

Fu Tianlang was stunned for a moment, then turned around and pulled her into his arms: "Did it bother you?"

Qiao Wan shook his head: "No."

He bowed his head and kissed her forehead tenderly: "Go to sleep, don't worry, I'm fine."

Qiao Wan didn't believe it, if it was really all right, he wouldn't even have dinner and get up to smoke in the middle of the night?
Looking at the cigarette butts all over the floor, she buried herself in his arms and whispered, "You sleep too, I won't sleep until you sleep."

He didn't make a sound, just looked at her silently.

After a long time, he suddenly held her shoulders, lowered his head and kissed her temples.

Qiao Guan was taken aback at first, but instinctively shrank her shoulders but did not avoid it, and when a gust of wind blew into her skirt, she realized that she had been pushed against the railing of the balcony by him.

The soles of Qiao Guan's feet were slightly cold, and he glanced at the scenery under his eyes, afraid of falling, so he could only hold him tightly.

"Lang..."

Without saying a word, he kissed her all the way from her face to her neck, and the short and hard stubble brushed her skin from time to time, bringing a numb and itchy touch.

And then, when she found that he started to unbutton her clothes, her whole body trembled even more, her whole body seemed to have been ripped out of bones, and her whole body was limp, and her mind was blank.

"Don't be afraid." He said hoarsely, and his thin lips dropped kisses one after another on her skin.

She smelled the smoke on his body. Although her hands and feet were trembling, she still said firmly, "I'm not afraid."

The man froze for a moment, and picked her up horizontally.

Soon, Qiao Wan's back sank into the bed. The mattress in the small hotel was not soft, it could even be said to be a bit hard, but she had no time to take care of this. Facing the man on her body, she stretched out her arms devoutly, saying Not being afraid is a lie, but she waited so long, just for this day, to be able to completely and unreservedly give herself to him.

Even if it hurts, she endured it, because only in this way can she pay off the debt she owed him, and feel a little better when she leaves.

But when he unbuttoned her last button, he stopped suddenly and stared at her for a long time. He just stretched out his hand to caress her forehead, brushed away the broken hair on his cheek and kissed her inch by inch, kissing her face. lips...

The sea breeze blew the wind chime outside the window until it hit his chest, Fu Tianlang didn't move.

He put his arms around her waist, quietly lying on her body, with his left cheek pressed against her left atrium through a thin layer of skin.

The "thumping" heartbeat echoed in my ears.

Qiao Guan looked down at him. In the darkness, the man's breathing was low, like a wounded beast that was dormant in the dark.

He didn't move, and she didn't dare to move even more. As time passed, she sighed softly, and the only comfort she could think of was to reach out and stroke his black hair.

The man's hair is not as cold and hard as he is, on the contrary, it is extraordinarily soft and thick. The touch reminds Qiao Wan of the cat he held in his arms when he was a child, and it was like this lying in her arms...

Qiao Wan thought for a while, then raised his hand in a mysterious way, just like smoothing the cat's fur back then, stroked the top of his hair up and down, and hummed softly...

In fact, Qiao Wan knows very few songs, and she doesn't quite remember the popular tunes at the moment, but in the depths of her memory, the one she is most familiar with is always the song: Naihe Bridge, the long road, one step and three miles, Ren Xiaoyao...

In the following years, whenever Qiao Wan thought of this moment, she felt stupid, but being stupid was stupid, anyway, she was not smart at all.

But I don't know whether it was her gentle caress that had the effect, or whether the song could lull people to sleep. Fu Tianlang's shoulders were no longer stiff as before, but gradually softened, and his breathing became calm and shallow.

A dreamless night passed, and the next morning, Qiao Wan had a tragedy...

Being pressed by a big mountain all night, the consequence of her blood not flowing was that she couldn't move.

Fu Tianlang knew he was ashamed, so he carried her directly to the bathroom, washed her face and brushed her teeth after serving her, and then sat on the edge of the bed to comb her hair.

The morning light was a little dim, reflecting on Qiao Wan's face, she seemed to have not slept well, her fair and clean face looked tired, and finally she fell down and dozed lightly next to his chest.

He cut her hair silently, and carefully looked at her jade-like face. She was very delicate and beautiful, but as the old man said, such a Qiao Wan was at best a side dish of porridge that was not on the table. Not even as good as his former maid...

Fu Tianlang looked at her for a long time, finally leaned over and gently took her lips.

It doesn't matter, he doesn't need her to appear on the stage, because he will not repeat the mistakes of his previous life for those vulgar things, she will always be his little wife, the only woman, an existence that cannot be given up.

Qiao Guan was awakened by the stubble on his chin in a daze, opened his eyes unhappily, and was about to remind him to shave the newly grown beard, when a row of white teeth had been pried open, he went on Siege the city and seize the land, killing her without leaving a piece of her...

After going on for 10 minutes, Qiao Guan muttered for a long time, and finally he let go of her, and she was upset again.

He looked up at him with disgust, pointed to his braids that were braided on one side and on the other, and muttered, "It's so ugly."

Although she said so, she didn't mean to take it apart and make it again.

Fu Tianlang finished the work in hand without saying a word, and then said with a serious face: "You will always make progress by combing every day."

Does that mean to comb her hair every day?

Qiao Guan blushed, hesitated for a while, and decided to reciprocate: "Then I will shave you every day."

Fu Tianlang froze for a moment, then nodded with a smile.

So half an hour later, two figures suddenly appeared at the door of the small hotel. The girl was small and delicate, with two black braids that were thick on the left and thin on the right, flicking and flicking as she walked.

(End of this chapter)