The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 309 She won't survive the end of the year (1)
Fu Rong and his wife were driven away by Qiao's father, so they were naturally unhappy. When they returned to the hotel, Fu Rong even called a lawyer he knew well, intending to send a lawyer's letter to Qiao's father.

In fact, I didn't really want to sue him, I just wanted to frighten the country old man, maybe he would let him go later, as for Fu Tianlang...

Fu Rong lit a cigarette on the window sill. If Fu Tianlang really lost his memory, it would be easier to deal with it.

"Don't rush to make things big, let me figure out a way." Looking at the neon street scene in the distance, Zhu Fang hugged his waist from behind.

"What can you do?" Fu Rong remained calm and snuffed out the cigarette butt with his backhand.

Zhu Fang remained silent. Her thinking was similar to that of Fu Rong. Usually, problems that can be solved with money are not a problem.

So the next day, Zhu Fang asked Mother Qiao out.

Qiao's mother hesitated at first, but after listening to her persuasion with good words, she agreed to come out and have a chat with her.

Zhu Fang is a woman who knows how to read people. Since the first meeting with Qiao's mother, she has already grasped the character and temper of this country woman in the conversation. It may not be possible to find a breakthrough.

The two made an appointment to meet at noon. Zhu Fang didn't immediately explain why she came, but warmly invited her to a beauty and hair salon.

Qiao's mother grew up so big, how could she ever be in such a place, looked at her dusty coat and cotton trousers, hesitated for a while at the luxuriously decorated door, and whispered to Zhu Fang: "Why did you bring me here? ? If it’s okay, I’ll go back, and I have to buy vegetables and cook.”

Zhu Fang sneered secretly in her heart, but she smiled on her face: "What are you doing for dinner, come on, come in with me to make a set of SPA, I guarantee you will be reborn after a set of treatments."

Qiao's mother took a deep breath, and followed in if she couldn't help it.

After the two finished the hydromassage bath, she followed Zhu Fang to a private massage room. A middle-aged woman came in with essential oils. One of them seemed to be familiar with Zhu Fang, and they chatted for a while.

In the heart of a typical bourgeois, Mama Qiao would be happy if she could get something fresh without spending money on her. Her frowning brows quickly relaxed, and she lay on the bed with Zhu Fang to enjoy the lady's massage.

The essential oil was poured on the aromatherapy table, she sniffed it vigorously, and asked, "It smells so good, what is this?"

Zhu Fang let out a sigh of relief: "This is aromatherapy essential oil, and it will make your skin as smooth as a peeled egg."

Qiao's mother felt miraculous, and with the massage lady's skillful technique and even force, after one round, she was so comfortable that she almost fell asleep.

During this period, Zhu Fang casually chatted with her, showing enthusiasm, and seemed to really want to make friends with her.

Qiao's mother is a country woman, she can't compare with Zhu Fang in terms of scheming, so she also followed her mouth and unconsciously said a lot about Fu Tianlang.

The sky darkens very quickly in winter, and after the whole massage, the sky outside has already been blackened.

Rejuvenated, Zhu Fang took her to a brand-name shopping mall on the Fourth Ring Road.

Wearing sunglasses, Zhu Fang, accompanied by the waiter, arrogantly selected several new bags, most of which were limited edition and expensive.

Qiao's mother saw that she didn't even look at the price tag, and buying a brand-name bag worth [-] to [-] yuan was like going to the vegetable market to pick garlic.

She had never been to this kind of place, let alone shopping, so she followed her foolishly. From a distance, those who didn't know would think she was a servant of Zhu Fang's family.

"Sister Yuru, don't just look at it, come and choose a few, how about this bag?" Zhu Fang smiled, and after a few hours, she has successfully started to match Qiao's mother and sister.

"I'll have a look, and I'll buy it if it suits me." Mother Qiao smiled, not intending to pay for it at all. She didn't like this kind of bags that cost tens of thousands of dollars, and it was better than the 30 yuan cloth bags she bought at the street stall. really.

"Just this one, it looks good to me." Zhu Fang picked one at random and handed it to her.

When Qiao's mother saw the price tag, her face turned dark, and she murmured softly, "This... this can't be done, it's too expensive, just such an ordinary bag costs 30 yuan? It's not as good as the cloth bag I use now, which costs [-] yuan a lot. Years, not worn or worn out, I carry it very well."

Zhu Fang pursed her lips, thinking that she was just a country bumpkin who had never seen the world. It was really tiring to go shopping with her all day and call her sisters. If it wasn't for the inheritance, she would not bother to talk to this village woman.

Zhu Fang calmed down slowly, and then showed a smiling face again: "It's okay, don't we hit each other? Sister, you choose, and I will see you off."

Qiao's mother opened her mouth: "No, no, how embarrassing it is, you just asked me to make that 'sipa', how can it cost you?"

Zhu Fang patted the back of her hand: "Don't be polite to me, isn't it just a bag, just treat it as a meeting gift from my sister to my sister."

Now that she said so, Mother Qiao went into the store to choose according to her wishes. Anyway, as long as she doesn't need to spend money, she can do anything.

Later, Zhu Fang acted like a noble lady, and asked people to take all the bags off the shelf for Qiao's mother to choose. After about 10 minutes of choosing, a woman walked in outside the door.

It was a very young woman with a red nylon skirt on her upper body, leather pants and a pair of ten-centimeter stiletto heels on her upper body, her dress was very simple, without any extravagant decorations, but it was precisely because of this smooth style that she was even more beautiful. It perfectly complements her fair complexion.

The waiter in the store saw her come in, and the person by the door had already stepped forward to greet her.

"Miss, may I help you?"

"I'll take a look at it casually." She smiled slightly, with a gentle temperament, and her clear eyes were almost more shining than diamonds.

But that soft and sweet voice shocked Zhu Fang, who was facing the door and concentrating on choosing bags.

She turned her head in disbelief, and seeing that familiar face through a mirror, her eyes widened instantly!
Su Wan? !
Isn't she dead? !
No, not only is she not dead, she is still dressed in fashion now, and happily buys bags in the mall with money from their Fu family.

"What's wrong?" Mother Qiao pushed her, then followed her gaze back.

Look at Su Wanjiao's good appearance and figure, and then look at Zhu Fang's teeth itching with hatred?Are the two old acquaintances?

"Is there any new ones for this bag?" Su Wan smiled softly, and her tone of voice was as gentle as a wind chant.

Just listening to her speak, the waiter felt refreshed, and his attitude was much better than that of the lady just now.

"I'm sorry miss, this bag is our commemorative edition, only one."

Su Wan frowned slightly, but after hesitating for a while, a hand came across from her side and snatched the bag she was holding.

"I want this bag, wrap it up for me." Zhu Fang walked to the counter arrogantly, looked at the waiter's embarrassed face, and took out a gold card, "I don't even look at it. If you can come in, don’t pretend if you can’t afford it.”

(End of this chapter)