The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 389 Marry a chicken and follow the chicken, marry a dog and follow the dog (2)
Qiao Wan nodded: "Temporarily...haven't been summoned."

Fu Tianlang looked at her seriously, and after a long silence, he asked solemnly: "Wanwan, since you are marrying me, can you promise me not to go back to the underworld, not to care about the affairs of the underworld, to be an ordinary woman, I stay with you forever?"

Qiao Wan was taken aback for a moment, then looked up at him in surprise: "Why did you say that all of a sudden?"

"I don't like it." He stated his position, but because she said "mortal", he felt unhappy.

But even though he thought so, he didn't want to force her anymore in his heart. When he didn't see her respond for a long time, he sighed quietly, and was about to change his words, but the hands around his waist suddenly tightened.

Qiao Wan rubbed against his arms coquettishly: "It turns out that brother is unhappy about this matter."

"Yeah." He admitted generously that he really didn't like her traveling between the underworld and the underworld, and he didn't like her taking risks in places that he couldn't reach for missions.

"That's great. If you're not satisfied, just say it. Don't let people guess like a dull idiot." Qiao Guan muttered, she knew her own business, and she was not a very smart person, but he kept her guessing all day long. , so tired.

"it is good."

"Mom said marry a chicken as a chicken, and marry a dog as a dog. Since I am already my brother's man, then of course I will not do things that my brother doesn't like."

His lips curled slightly, and he patted the snow that fell on her head: "Really?"

Qiao Wan wanted to kiss him very doggyly, but she was so small that even if she stood on tiptoe on a small wooden wheeled cart, she was still almost there.

So she stuck out her little tongue and licked his Adam's apple: "Really, really, I am a very responsible person. Now that I am married, I am naturally my brother's man. From now on, I will be with you everywhere except by your side." Don’t go, even take a broom to drive me away.”

She heard his slightly joyful laughter, and then Fu Tianlang bent down and kissed back her small pink mouth.

"Wanwan, you said that... I'm very happy."

Qiao Guan entangled with him with her eyes closed, and then let out a long sigh from her throat.

The man in her family has soft ears and likes to listen to love stories.

Fu Tianlang's eyes moved slightly, and his eyes were filled with a smile.

But he didn't expect that no matter how beautiful her love words were, when things really happened, this girl who had always been meek and didn't like to fight with others would always leave him with only a back view.

It's snowing, it's so beautiful...

The house becomes a fat old man...

The small tree is like a big white umbrella...

The wooden cart was pushed on the gravel road, Qiao Wan curled up and sat on the wooden cart and hummed. It was obviously a severe cold weather, but she felt very warm wearing his coat.

Turning her face sideways, she glanced at the Haunting Umbrella next to her, her brows were slightly knotted.

"Are you going to throw it away?" She picked up the tattered black umbrella and asked him with her face up.

He looked at her reluctant little eyes, and shook his head in both irony and laughter: "No need."

"Well... the last time." She raised her hand to promise, and stuffed the little black umbrella into the cloth bag along the way.

After this time, she will be an ordinary woman from now on, staying by his side peacefully, even if they are destined to have no children, as long as there is him, there will be her.

"it is good."

Gululu——

It was the sound of wooden wheels rolling on small gravel. In a small white town, a man pushed a girl in a cart away.

The Qiao family will leave the town tomorrow.

Joe's father was a little reluctant, so he went out to play cards with a few workers after dinner.

Qiao Wan had seen those uncles before, and he was already a gray-haired old man now.

But the country people are all used to doing farm work on weekdays, and when they get old, their hands and feet are quite nimble. It’s just that Joe’s father used to have a dozen or so workmates. Number five.

After reminiscing about the old days, I didn't come back until late at night.

Qiao's mother waited outside the yard, poking her head around, finally couldn't hold back, followed Fu Tianlang out and carried the drunken old man back.

And with such a busy schedule, by the time Fu Tianlang went to bed to rest, it was already two in the middle of the night.

Qiao Guan heard the sound of the door opening while half asleep, and as the side of the bed sank slightly, she rolled over and rolled into his arms.

"You're back?" She yawned, hugged him lazily and talked for a while, and put one hand into his half-open pajamas.

"Sleep." He raised the corners of his lips in the dark, and pulled out the salty pig's hand that was rubbing oil back and forth. "I have to get up early tomorrow."

You are stingy and don't let me touch you.

Qiao Guan grunted in dissatisfaction, and after a long silence, began to crawl restlessly on top of him.

Her small face was buried in the hollow of his shoulder, and she looked at him with shining eyes: "Brother Lang."

"Ah."

"Brother Lang."

"……Um."

"Brother Lang."

"...Are you very energetic?" He grabbed her waist hard, making a gesture to press her under him.

"Yes, yes!" Knowing the meaning of his action, Qiao Wan shook his head vigorously, and leaned over to beg for a kiss with the leader, "Shall we discuss something..."

"Well, say." He rubbed her hair and generously handed her the bonus.

After rubbing his ears and temples together for a while, Qiao Wan managed to save his own little mouth from the lion's mouth. Now he didn't dare to lift his beard again, so he turned his head, bit the lion's ear, and muttered while biting...

Muttering...

The lion's face suddenly darkened.

He sat up and straightened her small body: "You mean, you want to marry me secretly?"

Qiao Guan's shoulders hurt a little from being held by him, but she knew he was angry, so she didn't dare to resist.

"Nonsense, how could it be a hidden marriage? Didn't we just have a wedding?"

Qiao Wan was crying. She just didn't want to reveal her married status during her studies. If he was just Qiao Lang, she wouldn't care, but now he is Fu Tianlang...

Just thinking of his illustrious family for a moment, Qiao Wan instantly wilted like that frost-beaten eggplant.

She still hoped to spend the remaining three years in peace, but with the title of Mrs. Fu, how could she have peace?

"Wanwan, don't you plan to move out to live with me after you marry me?" Fu Tianlang narrowed his eyes and asked calmly.

It's really...the calm before the storm...

Qiao Guan choked and opened her mouth, but her throat was dry and astringent, and she couldn't make any sound.

"Wanwan?" He looked down at her, his excellent vision made it easy for him to catch the hesitation on her face.

Knowing that she wavered a little, he froze with her.

"Hmm." Qiao Wan gritted her teeth and lowered her head.

He glared at her.

"I hope the status quo can be maintained." Qiao Guan wringed his fingers and admitted.

The gaze he stared at her gradually became cold, and then he let go of her without saying a word.

Qiao Wan's eyebrows twitched.

This... this is a precursor to the Cold War...

So in order not to be frozen into a popsicle in the days to come, she quickly hooked his neck to save herself.

"Okay?" She pounced on him and kissed him without saying a word.

"..." He didn't answer, and let her suck and bite.

"Okay?" Qiao Wan continued his efforts, pinching the back of his head, and giving him a wolf kiss regardless.

The shadows of the trees outside the house are swaying, and the moonlight is flowing.

But inside the room, there was only a helpless sigh.

The next day, Mother Qiao made millet porridge.

In broad daylight, Qiao Wan sat at the table like a good student and waited for Fu Tianlang to put mustard for her.

He scooped up a bowl for her, and handed spoons, chopsticks, and some side dishes for porridge to her in front of her, with meticulous attention to detail...but no one could see that there was a weird atmosphere between the two of them.

Mother Qiao lowered her head to make hangover soup for Father Qiao, and couldn't help but glance at them more when passing by.

"What's wrong? Did you make A-Lang angry again?"

When leaving, while Fu Tianlang was carrying the luggage, Mother Qiao dragged her aside for questioning.

Qiao Wan curled her lips, turned her head and glanced at the man who was busy in and out, but he refused to take the initiative to talk to her, and said stiffly: "No, he...is always like that."

Qiao's mother didn't believe it, and raised her hand to rub her hair: "No matter what happens, the couple will discuss it behind closed doors, and there is nothing that cannot be resolved."

Qiao Wan rubbed his nose, but didn't dare to talk back.

What are you discussing?She closed the door and discussed with him before the incident happened.

When we left, it was already close to the afternoon. Dad Qiao stood at the entrance of the village, looked at his hometown that was no different from more than ten years ago, and sighed: "I don't know if this will be the last time I come back."

Father Qiao rubbed the space between his brows, he was already in his sixties, he couldn't imagine how many years this old bone of his could live.

"Let's come back next year for Chinese New Year, and we might have all of us, Ah Wan." Qiao's mother patted him on the shoulder.

"Do you remember the second kidnapper from the next door village? Back then, I made a bed for his family, but when I asked yesterday, he left last year... Sigh... Speaking of which, he is two or three years younger than me... "

In the past few days, I have been receiving news of friends passing away one after another, which makes Dad Qiao start to lament the law of life, old age, sickness and death in the world.

"Your body is stronger than his, and you will have a long life in the future. What are you thinking about?" Qiao's mother snorted, trying to get rid of the bad luck.

"Yes, mom and dad can live a long life." Qiao Guan put a box of special products on the trunk, and couldn't help but interject.

Qiao's father swept away the haze on his face and smiled: "How do you know?"

"I just know." Qiao Wan's eyes became brighter. She used to be a soul guide beside the Naihe Bridge. She watched the dead ghosts pass by the bridge every day, so she knew that her family members were still alive 30 years after her death.

"Spoof." Qiao's mother also laughed, and dragged Qiao's father into the car, "Don't look, didn't we buy back the old house? If you get tired of living in the city someday, I will accompany you back to have a little bit of cleanliness." day."

Qiao Wan gathered his coat and closed the car door with a "bang".

And when the car drove onto the road, she poked her head out and glanced back again.

The white world seems to have no end in sight, leaving the old houses that are gradually shrinking and the snow-covered mountains, forests and tall trees, and my hometown is far away again.

(End of this chapter)