The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 331 What I want is a complete Qiao Wan (1)
The rain didn't stop, there were drops of water dripping down his arm, and then passing through her palm drop by drop.

The man's falcon-like eyes swept across her face, then took two steps forward, and a black shadow surrounded her.

Qiao Wan's heart skipped a beat, and she lowered her eyes subconsciously, her gaze fell on her grasped wrist.

At this time, her transparent and slender wrist was covered with a thin layer of black mist, and she recognized that it was the Yin Sha in his body. He used Yin Sha to control her soul, but it didn't hurt her at all, just made her Can't get out, unless you pull this arm off, otherwise...

She tried to withdraw her wrist, not daring to breathe too much.

Is it a coincidence?

"solved?"

A familiar voice drilled into her eardrums, and he was telling her that it was no coincidence.

Qiao Wan was frightened, and slowly raised her head to look at the man in front of her. The backlit face made her unable to see his expression clearly, but that dangerous aura that could not be ignored was stimulating her heart mercilessly. Consciousness.

Qiao Wan in the spirit state can perceive the emotions of living people better than when he is wearing a skin.

So she shivered, and instinctively let out a "hmm".

The next second, Qiao Wan was trembling with shock again, and only then did his slow brain fully understand...

He... he can actually see her? !
Fu Tianlang didn't speak, and raised his other hand to touch her face.

Looking at the faint black air in his palm, Qiao Wan did not expect that he could use Yin Sha with ease now.

He touched her hair all the way to her face, drawing her outline and facial features like a copy, and then he walked along her neck to the thin chain on her five fingers...

His tone and movements were extremely gentle, he gently caressed the iron chain, as if he was smoothing the hair of some small animal, but no matter how gentle he was, the chain under his hand was still intimidated by his evil spirit, and it was like a man. She trembled spinelessly amid repeated caresses.

"Let's go back."

Finally, he withdrew his hand, only holding her wrist and walked on the way home.

Qiao Wan didn't dare to say anything, but still followed his footsteps obediently.

She raised her head to look at him, the rain didn't mean to stop, it hit him with a "patta patter", it didn't matter if she was a soul or body, but looking at his wet hair and black shoulders, she blurted out Said: "Don't you hold an umbrella?"

After she finished speaking, she froze for a moment, a trace of panic flashed in her black and white eyes.

"Need not."

Without stopping, he led her to a car, opened the door, and motioned her to get in the car.

Qiao Wan actually wanted to tell him that it doesn't matter if you don't open the door, we can pass through, and it doesn't matter if you don't take a car, she can go home with the wind.

But in this extremely cold atmosphere, she chose to shut up.

There were no pedestrians on the street in the middle of the night, and occasionally one or two cars passed by quickly, Qiao Wan glanced at the mirror in front of her, and there was no face in the clean mirror.

Qiao's father and Qiao's mother went to bed early, and when the two returned home, the huge living room was already dark and deserted.

Fu Tianlang put the key at the entrance, and bent over to change his shoes with his back to her.

The remaining ghost, Qiao Wan, who had no self-consciousness, glanced left and right at the door, and finally raised his eyebrows, turned into a ray of dark wind, passed by his side, and ran away recklessly.

The dark wind blew off the invoices Qiao Ma put on the table, Qiao Wan had no time to take care of it, and ran to the direction of the room.

She never thought that her movements could be so fast, she slipped back into the room in just a few seconds, got into her body, then jumped off the bed, and was about to lock the door.

It's a pity that there was a hand pressing the door faster than her.

Qiao Wan didn't give up, and tried to use her arms as a car, but unfortunately, the wheels of the car rolled over mercilessly, catching her by surprise.

Under a thrust, Qiao Wan took two steps back, lost his footing, and sat down on the thick cashmere carpet.

Fu Tianlang didn't mean to pull her up, but instead looked down upon her with displeasure.

"Run what?"

Qiao Wan hung her head and said nothing, she was overly frightened tonight, at least give her some time...

Seeing that she couldn't hide, she shrank her shoulders and stretched her head over... As the saying goes, if you stretch your head out, you will also get a knife.

Fu Tianlang was silent for a long time, then bent down, pinched her armpit and picked her up.

Hearing the sound of him locking the door with his backhand, Qiao Wan's heart skipped a beat. It seems that the situation is going to be closed and a trial will be held...

What should come, can't run away.

"Can you see me?" she muttered.

"Yes." He hugged her to the bed, pinched her chin, and didn't intend to let her fool her around.

"Since when?" Qiao Wan still refused to look up, she remembered that when she passed in front of him a few years ago, he really couldn't see her.

"Zhao Qi that time." He smoothed her black hair slowly, and then came to her face. The body temperature of the girl who had just returned to her soul was lower than usual. If she wasn't interacting with him alive, he would think of her face Maybe it's a dead man.

Frowning suddenly, he pulled her into his arms: "What else do you want to ask?"

Qiao Guan flinched and asked back, "What else do you know?"

"I know your identity, and..." He pursed his lips, his face suddenly sank, "November 28."

Hearing this, Qiao Wan couldn't restrain his trembling in his arms, his already pale face was even paler now...

Because what Fu Tianlang read out was the date of her death and the date of her marriage.

"Let me ask you, what will happen if that day comes?" He pinched her face, not intending to let her escape any longer.

Qiao Guan was forced to raise her head to meet his piercing gaze, her lips were pale, and beads of sweat even oozed from her forehead.

Fu Tianlang had a serious expression: "Wanwan?"

Qiao Guan was silent for a moment, closed his eyes, and said slowly: "That day, I might die."

Even if she didn't open her eyes, she could still feel his sudden shortness of breath and slightly trembling palms.

She sighed softly, and lightly covered the back of his hand: "Brother Lang, fate is destined by the heavens. Whether I want to or not, as long as the sky won't allow me, I must go down."

"No!" He suddenly held her hand and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't believe this situation can be changed, right?!"

He could use this time to take her to search for all the masters of profound arts in the world. He didn't believe that Qiao Guan's life would be fixed in this year, and he couldn't bear the hard-won happiness slipping away from his hands.

Qiao Guan still shook his head: "The karma of changing one's life against the sky is too serious, not everyone can bear it, not to mention it's my own fault, so I have to pay it back."

His face was pale and his expression was stiff, Qiao Wan couldn't see it, so he raised his hand to gently caress the center of his brow.

(End of this chapter)