The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 290 Bloodmark (2)
As soon as her shoulders warmed up, her small body was already wrapped in a dusty overcoat.

She took a deep breath, and the clothes smelled of him.

She thought about it, and couldn't help asking, "Can I come back before the winter solstice?"

Fu Tianlang stared at her for a few seconds, then nodded: "Yes."

Qiao Guan breathed a sigh of relief, and tightened his grip around him.

If Jianqin had really cultivated into Sha, it would be very difficult for her to deal with it, not to mention that she would not be sure to subdue her on the day when the Yin Qi was at its peak every year.

But if Fu Tianlang was at home that day, she might be afraid of his evil spirit and miss this time...

Qiao Wan sucked her nose hard, but in fact she had no idea, so she could only take one step at a time.

And the next day, she sent Fu Tianlang out of the house reluctantly and then went to school. Unexpectedly, just two days after he left, something happened to Qiao's family.

Joe's mother had a car accident.

Upon receiving this news, Qiao Wan didn't care whether he was in class or not. He dropped his textbooks and ran out. He took a taxi all the way to the hospital. From a long distance, he saw Dad Qiao and Qiao Li guarding the door of the emergency room.

Qiao Li folded her arms with both hands, and hid in the corner of the wall tremblingly, muttering incessantly: "It's...it's Jianqin, she...she grabbed my feet..."

Before Qiao Li could say anything, she was slapped in the face by Father Qiao.

There was a crisp sound of "pa", which directly twisted her face, making her stupid.

"Are you crazy enough? I don't want to hear your nonsense now. If something happens to your mother, I'll break your leg!"

Qiao Li stared blankly at her father who was in a rage, then hid aside and covered her face and sobbed, and when she saw Qiao Wan, she cried to her in a low voice: "A Wan, it's really Jian Qin, she caught her in the middle of the road. My feet, I can't move... Grandma pushed me away, and then the car hit her... Woo... everything I said is true..."

Qiao Wan frowned. Of course she knew what Qiao Li said was true, but she was still angry: "Didn't I tell you to stay at home?"

Qiao Li shivered, and said falteringly: "I... I'm so bored."

Qiao Wan pushed her away forcefully, looking at the closed door of the emergency room, he held his breath in his heart, unable to swallow or vomit.

But at this moment, a gust of wind swept through the corridor towards the three people at the door.

It's Jane Qin!
Qiao Wan's eyebrows jumped, and with a sudden kick, he chased in the direction of Yin Qi almost instantly.

"Awan, where are you going?"

Hearing Dad Qiao's call, Qiao Wan didn't respond, and ran down the safety stairs as soon as she changed the direction. He ran all the way to the corner of the first floor, but still let her escape.

The ghostly aura gradually disappeared in the air. Knowing that she had left the range he could sense, Qiao Guan sat on the steps a little discouraged.

However, in the next second, on the white wall, a bloody handprint came into her eyes.

Obviously it was a woman's hand, because the five fingers were very slender, and the shape was not as thick as a man's.

When Qiao Wan saw this, his eyes froze for a moment, and before he had time to think about it, he ran back to the sixth floor in one breath.

Seeing her running up out of breath, Father Qiao asked suspiciously, "Where did you go?"

Qiao Guan didn't say a word, leaned on the wall and panted vigorously, and when he recovered, he went to pull Papa Qiao's clothes without saying a word.

"What?!"

Qiao's father looked at Qiao Wan, but he didn't struggle, which made Qiao Wan take off his coat smoothly, and then on her father's neck, she also found a bloody handprint.

Following her line of sight, Father Qiao also came to his neck in a daze, but with his naked eyes, he couldn't see the sudden extra slap.

Qiao Wan's eyes showed surprise, he let go of Qiao's father and turned to pull Qiao Li's clothes, and sure enough, there was a five-finger mark on her fair neck...

"Awan?"

Seeing that she was sweating profusely, Father Qiao stretched out his hand to try it for her. Just as the doctor came out of the emergency room, Qiao Wan rushed in like crazy again.

She stood still in front of the hospital bed, her dark eyes suddenly tightened, because Qiao's mother, who was unconscious, also had a bloody mark on her neck by Jian Qin.

As if all the bones in his body had been pulled out, Qiao Wan couldn't stand up for a while and fell to the ground.

In an instant, she realized that she was not only wanting Qiao Li's life, but also her family of four!
"Doctor, how is my wife?"

"It's basically some trauma, no internal bleeding, and only a slight fracture in the left foot. As long as you do a good job of rehabilitation, it shouldn't be a big problem."

Father Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, and chatted with the doctor for a while outside.

Qiao Li came to her side and saw that she was sweating profusely and panting non-stop. She touched her forehead worriedly: "Don't worry, Grandma is fine, but you are the one sweating... are you sick?"

Qiao Guan paused, and quickly slapped her hand away.

After the crisp sound of "pa", Qiao Li was stunned, glanced at the red back of her hand, and said aggrievedly: "Even you blame me?"

Qiao Wan kept silent, lowered his head, and spoke in a leisurely and feeble manner: "No, you are my sister, how dare I blame you...With me here, I will not let any accident happen to you."

Qiao Li didn't understand what she said, but as Qiao's mother was pushed into the general ward, the two sisters followed instead.

Qiao's mother's trauma was not serious. After all, the driver was not driving fast at the time, but the fracture of her left leg was a little troublesome. However, she was discharged from the hospital the next day with a plaster cast.

The winter solstice was approaching, and Qiao's mother was still muttering on the way back: "Why is my leg so untimely? I guess I won't be able to cook for you on the night of the winter solstice."

Qiao's father interrupted her: "Don't worry about it, you take care of it, and our family will go out to eat during the winter solstice."

Qiao's mother was very distressed: "It's so expensive to eat out, can the things made outside be cleaner than at home?"

Qiao Li interrupted, a little atonement: "I'll do it this year."

Father Qiao snorted coldly, but did not refuse.

After the whole drive, the whole family talked to each other, only Qiao Wan was left staring out of the window with his chin in a daze, and he didn't even answer Qiao's mother calling her several times.

In the blink of an eye, five days passed.

The sound of Qiao Li playing with pots and pans came from the kitchen, while in the living room was the TV series watched by Joe's father and mother.

Qiao Wan sat on the balcony with the little black cat in his arms, looking down from time to time.

But after waiting for a day, she did not wait for someone from Fu Tianlang, but instead waited for a phone call.

"Backed up on the road by heavy snow?" Qiao Wan gritted his teeth and said dissatisfiedly, "You promised to spend the winter solstice with me, how can you keep your words?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, and he apologized slightly in a low voice: "I'm sorry."

Qiao Wan was also taken aback, knowing that she lost her composure because of her anxiety, she hurriedly said, "Forget it, you don't want to."

She sniffed and fiddled with the black cat's tail with one free hand. Originally, she was still thinking of luck. If he could come back, his evil spirit might be able to deter Jianqin, so that she could avoid this time period ...

"What happened at home?" But Fu Tianlang is such a perceptive person, just from her anxious tone and abnormal attitude, she could smell something wrong.

Qiao Wan shook his head against the air: "It's okay, I just... miss you."

He was stunned for a while, and then replied with a slightly heavy breath: "I'll be back tomorrow."

"Don't forget to eat."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Guan looked solemnly and glanced at the dark and gloomy weather in the distance.

Today is the most cloudy day of the whole year.

(End of this chapter)