The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 387 How much is it worth? (1)
The wedding room of Qiao Guan and Fu Tianlang was located on the north side of the courtyard. From a long distance, you could see the red couplet at the door and the banner that read "Luanfeng Heming".

Looking at the big red double happiness characters she pasted on the door and window, they knew they had found the right place, and after looking at each other, they pushed the door open with a smile.

But with a "creak", after the door opened, in the huge new house, except for the lonely red hijab thrown on the bed, where is there a trace of the bride?

The cool breeze poured in slowly.

The stunned youths were suddenly stunned, you look at me, I look at you, since they missed nothing, they could only retreat in despair.

But when they turned around and were about to leave, they were startled again by a black-faced doorman.

These stunned youths were actually only a few years younger than Fu Tianlang. Although they had never spoken to each other, they lived in the same town a few years ago and met him a few times.

"Qiao...Qiao Lang..."

Zhang Yong is the leader of the three. He does not do business on weekdays, and he does a lot of petty theft. Just when a family in the next village got married last time, he and a few cronies touched the little daughter-in-law and cried on the spot. , the marriage was almost ruined, but after the incident, the family kept things quiet, didn't they blame them?

So this time they also planned to make trouble with Qiao Wan with the same mentality, but who knew that the bridal chamber was not successful, but blocked by the groom instead.

Zhang Yong looked at Fu Tianlang and laughed with a playful smile: "What a coincidence."

He was about to go out after he finished speaking, but someone grabbed his wrist suddenly.

Fu Tianlang was born tall, with a burly figure standing in front of them, coupled with his murderous aura, although his age was not much older than him, but such a comparison, he was obviously not in the same class as these brats.

"What are you doing?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the other person's face with a cold expression.

"No...it's nothing, let's find the toilet." Zhang Yong found his voice trembling, "I didn't know this was your wedding room... Hey, Qiao Lang, what are you doing?!"

Seeing himself a big man being lifted up with only one hand, Zhang Yong lost face.

"Today is your big day. Could it be that you still want to hit someone? Fuck, do it if you have the ability. Believe it or not, I messed up your wedding today!"

Zhang Yong opened his mouth to yell, but his naked eyes couldn't see the black mist that was passing through Fu Tianlang's arm and wrapping around his neck layer by layer.

Fu Tianlang stood in front of the door, his backlit facial features were sharp and stern, he looked at him without any emotion, and the eyes that seemed to be looking at the dead made Zhang Yong unconsciously terrified...

what is that?
Zhang Yong didn't know where the cold air around him came from, but he could truly feel the creepy air on his skin.

It was a bit like walking naked in the snow and ice, his hands and feet were numb from the cold, and he wanted to move, but he couldn't lift a finger.

"A-Lang, what are you doing?" Qiao's mother, who had been waiting for Fu Tianlang for a long time, came out to look for someone, and seeing that they were about to fight from a long distance away, she hurried forward and asked, "Why do you want to fight?" Can you leave a bunch of guests behind? Quick, come back with me... Zhang Yong? Why are you here?"

Mother Qiao was stunned for a moment, looking at the young people and Fu Tianlang in the new house, her heart skipped a beat.

In broad daylight, what are these bad boys doing in the wedding room instead of drinking in the yard?
Qiao's mother is also from the past. She suffered a loss when she married Qiao's father. At that time, their family was poor, and they couldn't stop a group of people from rushing into the wedding room. They took advantage of others for no reason, and there was no reason to go...

Thinking of that past, Qiao's mother panicked, and now she looked at these people as if she wanted to eat them alive.

"Awan? Awan!" Afraid that her daughter would be wronged, Qiao's mother poked her head to look inside, and she was taken aback by this look.

Apart from the red hijab on the bed, what about her family, Awan?

At this moment, the Qiao family has no time to take care of these few cheap ones. Instead, they were stunned by the village chief's beating. In the midst of chaos, Qiao's mother finally found it in an inconspicuous corner. her daughter.

Qiao Guan didn't change her wedding dress, she just hung her head and hid behind a tree. She didn't know where to find a small table and chairs. .

Qiao Guan's appearance is good, with round eyes and curved brows, and now with his long black hair like ink hanging on the redwood, he looks like a slender and delicate little person from a distance.

Except... her unsightly sitting posture.

Several old men who came to look for her saw her holding the pork knuckle with one hand and the hen leg with the other, eating with relish, her mouth full of greed, and they all frowned.

No rules, no shame, no impatience.

Would this serious bride be ashamed like her?

When Qiao's mother saw that her daughter was eating meat like a starving ghost, her complexion sank.

"Qiao Wan!" Qiao's mother frowned, and was about to go up to teach her a lesson and take her daughter back to the wedding room, but someone was one step faster than her.

Qiao Guan originally looked at the bowl of sauce-colored pork knuckle in front of her, and she was so happy that she almost died of happiness, but she ate one or two, and when she was about to reach out to the third one, she suddenly covered herself with a piece of meat. shadow……

Qiao Guan's heart skipped a beat, he stopped for a while, and then slowly twisted his neck.

"Brother Lang." She blinked, noticed Qiao's mother's dark face over his shoulder, and wiped her mouth guiltily.

Fu Tianlang remained motionless, staring at her closely, causing her to tremble secretly again.

"Hungry?" He looked at her two cherry red lips, the plump lips were shiny with oil, and looked more attractive than ever.

"Well……"

Seeing him pull out the chair and sit next to her, Qiao Wan glanced at her face and greeted Qiao's mother, whose face had improved a little, and then quietly heaved a sigh of relief.

Fu Tianlang took food for her as if no one was around, his expression was so cold that could rival the snow scene outside the house, but now he suddenly softened.

"A-Lang! Why did you come here?" Father Qiao limped towards this side, followed by Shen Baby who was holding a chicken leg.

Mother Qiao stopped him.

"What are you doing? Didn't you see a bunch of guests outside? And... Qiao Wan! You stay in your new house dishonestly, why don't you come out and make people laugh?"

"Be quiet." Qiao's mother glanced over, dragged her husband and walked back, "Okay, just to save face for you, the young couple hasn't eaten for a day, so they can't let Ah Lang eat? Stink Old man, you don't love this son-in-law, but I do!"

Joe's father touched his nose and said nothing.

And hearing the footsteps of the couple walking away, Qiao Wan turned her head: "Didn't you eat?"

(End of this chapter)