The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 381 You ignore me (2)
Cheng Junan was obviously taken aback, and his smile faded: "How did you know? I heard earlier that the scent of rhino horns can soothe the nerves, and it makes me sleep better at night, so I specially asked someone to bring some back."

"Some?" Zhao Ling pursed her lips and said with a straight face, "I once heard from my father that there is a rhinoceros called 'Tongtian Rhinoceros', which has a hole in its horn that goes up and down, and can breathe out to the sky, also called 'Lingxi' , the number of this kind of 'consonant rhinoceros' is rare, and I'm afraid there are less than three in the whole country, but you can tell me where your 'some' come from."

Hearing this, Cheng Junan's face completely sank.

Zhao Ling glanced at the woman on the side, and continued: "Although I haven't seen it, according to the records in the book, the 'consonance' must never be burned, because after burning, the rhinoceros horn will emit a strange fragrance, then It is a scent that can make people psychic..."

Qiao Guan suddenly realized that it was no wonder Cheng Anle, a person with a high degree of sensuality, could actually see this ghost. It turned out that it was caused by the strange smell in the house.

"An Le!" Cheng Jun'an's face turned pale, as if someone had stepped on a sore foot suddenly, and after a loud shout, he said with a little anger, "What's the matter with your friend? Talk nonsense and let others listen to you." What if you don’t understand?!”

Zhao Ling shook her head, and said again: "I can understand your love for your wife, but yin and yang are different. If you force her to keep her soul, after a long time, you will only be hurt by the yin energy in her body."

Looking at the face of this middle-aged man now, the overly pale expression is obviously caused by the long-term erosion of Yin Qi.

"You... An Le, take your friend away, and don't come here again if you have nothing to do!" Cheng Jun'an got up in a rage, and chased people away sharply.

Qiao Guan remained motionless, noticing the shocked look on Mrs. Cheng's face, she was slightly startled.

"Ann, is everything she said true? Am I really dead?" Mrs. Cheng's complexion turned completely pale. In fact, she has also discovered some strange things recently. There was a strange fragrance, and even her good-tempered husband became extremely authoritarian. He even forbade her to go out, forbid her to talk to strangers, let alone allow others to enter this villa without authorization. A bracelet that can't be taken off no matter what...

"Xiao Fu, why did you die? Just stand in front of me alive, don't listen to her nonsense, are you tired? I'll help you back to your room to rest."

"But……"

"Don't think about it, get some sleep."

Seeing Cheng Junan helping his wife into the house, Cheng Anle stood up and said, "Second Uncle, wake up, Second Aunt...she has already gone!"

Cheng Junan turned his head, and although his tone was calm in front of his wife, there was already a hint of anger in his eyes: "An Le, if you recognize me as the second uncle, don't say these things anymore, and don't bring some messy people with you in the future. Come to me, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Cheng Anle's face was pale, he clenched his teeth and stopped making a sound.

When the gate closed from the rear, the three of them walked out of the villa one after another.

At some point, the sky outside suddenly darkened, dark clouds spread across the sky, and an extremely oppressive air enveloped the entire sky.

There was a "boom", and the rain poured down. Cheng Anle walked behind the two of them holding an umbrella.

Zhao Ling glanced back at her, she had something in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it in front of her.

She observed Cheng Jun'an's face just now, and she saw that his fate should be doomed, and it would soon come true.

The three of them walked along the flower garden all the way to the gate, Qiao Wan counted the water circles on the ground with his head down, and when he counted the hundredth one, there was another figure at the gate.

Fu Tianlang got out of the car holding an umbrella, and walked steadily in front of her in the torrential rain.

Taking a look at her clothes, he frowned: "Is it cold?"

Qiao Wan looked up, and saw that his face was expressionless, and his lips were pursed like a knife...

Her scalp went numb immediately, she nodded pitifully and said, "Cold."

He then took off his coat and put it on for her. When he was leaving, Qiao Wan turned to say goodbye to Zhao Ling and the others, and then got into Fu Tianlang's car.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the sky outside the window was getting dark.

After Qiao Wan went back, he took a shower in the bathroom, but Fu Tianlang was nowhere to be seen when he came out.

Listening to the sound of water pattering outside the window, she searched around the house in her nightgown, and finally found him in the kitchen.

Wearing an apron, Fu Tianlang was standing solemnly in front of the stove, holding a spoon in his hand, gently stirring the soup in the pot.

Qiao Wan sniffed it, then smiled and leaned over: "It smells so good."

"En." He replied lightly, without looking back at her, until a pair of small wristbands wrapped around his waist, he just paused for a moment.

so angry...

Qiao Wan buried her face in his back and rubbed it hard: "Brother is so good at craftsmanship, who taught you?"

"Aunt Qiao." He answered concisely, his dark eyes still staring at the hot soup in front of him.

It turned out to be her mother.

Qiao Wan bit her lip, and asked again unwillingly: "I don't know how to do it, can you teach me?"

"Yeah." He fetched the bowls and chopsticks, scooped out a bowl, and walked past her.

Only one bowl?
Seeing that the brows of his brows seemed to be frozen, Qiao Wan acted wisely by himself and had enough food and clothing.

The two of them had dinner at night, and the atmosphere was so quiet that she could hear a needle drop on the ground clearly.

She opened her mouth, wanting to liven up the atmosphere: "Lang..."

But with a coffin face, he interrupted her: "Don't talk while eating..."

Qiao Wan was cold all night, and lost his temper. He interrupted him like a model: "I know... don't you just eat and sleep without talking... I don't talk, can't I not talk?"

He looked up at her, but said nothing.

After eating, Qiao Guan sat alone on the sofa and ate melon seeds. Holding the remote control in his hand, he deliberately turned the volume to the maximum. From time to time, he glanced at the closed study not far away.

It was a rare night this weekend that he didn't watch TV with her.

Qiao Wan moved his nose, couldn't help but sneezed, sniffed and coughed twice, and each sound was louder than the sound, almost reaching the volume of the TV.

But at this moment, even though she was coughing until her lungs came out, the door of the study still didn't intend to open.

Qiao Wan bit her lip, lowered her head and ate melon seeds pitifully, knowing that once this man gets angry, he can really suffocate people to death...

Half an hour later, with a "creak", the door of the study was pushed open a crack.

Warm yellow light leaked through the gap, lightly shining on a fair little face.

"Brother Lang, it's time for tea."

The heating was turned on in the house, and when Qiao Wan entered, he could still hear the wind from the outlet of the air conditioner.

(End of this chapter)