The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 428 The Difference between Cloud and Mud (2)
So she doesn't like living in Fu's house, but Fu Tianlang is back, she has no reason not to follow...

As soon as he entered the door, he ran into a few servants. When he saw her, the young mistress, he didn't greet her, and walked past her without seeing her.

Qiao Wan rubbed his nose and went to the kitchen to find water without paying much attention.

She is not Miss Jiao, a country girl who never needs to be served.

As soon as the water was poured, there were more people in the kitchen.

Hearing a hoarse cough, she glanced at the other party quietly, but didn't say a word.

That was the housekeeper who had worked in Fu's family for decades. Others called him Uncle Fang. Master Fu and his wife both passed away more than ten years ago, leaving a young son living outside. He immigrated to Canada in a cold mood, and never cared about worldly affairs until he received the news of Fu Tianlang's return, so he hurried back to China.

Uncle Fang is not very old, he looks around sixty at most, he doesn't have much flesh in his body, he is dry and thin, hard-headed and hard-headed, he always seems to hold his breath when he speaks, his small eyes glance at Qiao Wan from time to time , a domineering posture.

"Miss Qiao, I don't know what to say or not to say."

It's not the young lady, but Miss Qiao.

Qiao Wan was taken aback for a moment, then looked down at himself in the sink.

Don't say it, don't say it, even if you don't say it, she knows it.

The old man ignored her, lifted the lid of the pot and scooped up a large spoonful of hot soup: "Although I haven't studied for a few years, I have lived for most of my life. I still have some experience in being a human being. I don't know if Miss Qiao would like it." Take a moment and listen to my old man's chatter?"

Qiao Wan hugged the empty glass and nodded after a long silence: "What does Uncle Fang want to tell me?"

The old man pursed his lips, and said something in his words: "It's nothing, it's just some of my own experience. If you want to live a good life today, you should be a sensible person. Does Miss Qiao know what a sensible person is?" ?It is to understand what 'should be done' and what 'shouldn't be done', so high-minded, blindly climbing high, in the end not only harming others and yourself, but maybe both sides are not pleasing, and finally come to nothing.”

Qiao Wan choked, and continued to pretend to be dumb.

Uncle Fang glanced at her, and said coldly: "I believe that Ms. Qiao is also a 'sensible person' and knows what I mean."

Qiao Wan still remained silent.

I know, of course I know, now that he doesn't even want to go around in circles, how could she not understand?
"Understood, of course I understand." Qiao Wan said with a smile, "My mother taught me since I was a child that after marriage, I have to be down-to-earth and live my life according to my duties. Don't worry, Uncle Fang, I will definitely take good care of Brother Lang. I won't let him be cold or hungry, I..."

"It seems that Ms. Qiao still doesn't understand. I don't know if someone has taught you, Madam Qiao, how big a waist is, how big a job is, and what kind of hat is a big head?"

Qiao Guan held the cup and smirked: "My mother doesn't teach me these things, besides, I'm just a little woman with a small waist and a small head. I can't do big things, and I don't like to wear any hats. I just want to be safe. I will take care of my man at home, and live an ordinary life with him."

"You..." He wanted to call her stupid, a country girl, but she just smirked all day long, stalking his young master, and didn't care about her identity. Sent it away, but she was the only one...

"What exactly are you planning?"

Qiao Wan poured some water into the empty cup, and heard the sound of the old butler closing the lid, asked without answering, "Brother Lang hasn't come back yet?"

The old man paused for a moment, then sneered and said, "Young master didn't tell you that he's on a business trip for the past two days and won't come back tonight?"

Qiao Guan paused, then said "Oh", leaned back and said, "I said it, but let me forget it, look at my memory..."

The old butler ignored her, turned around and left the kitchen, leaving Qiao Wan standing alone in the corner.

She touched her little heart, which had been chilled for several minutes, what was she trying to do?Naturally, she wanted her man, but her man ignored her, and the servants at home didn't take her seriously. She came back alone every day, waiting for him in the room alone, and fell asleep when she couldn't wait. Now, this kind of life will pass for several months...

Qiao Guan shook his head, refusing to continue to hurt the spring and autumn, but just as he was about to step out of the door, his eyes were attracted by a silver pocket watch on the ground.

She bent down to pick it up, and found that although the pocket watch was old, the workmanship was very fine. After opening it, there was a yellowed old photo stuck inside.

Qiao Guan was a little surprised, and then when she noticed that the facial features of the man in the photo were [-]% similar to Uncle Fang's, she couldn't help but look at the girl beside her.

It was a very young girl, at most sixteen or seventeen years old, with slender eyebrows, eyes like clear streams, oval face, thin, wearing a white cheongsam, which looked very aura.

Qiao Wan stared at it for a long time, and knew that there was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and Uncle Fang came back panting.

He saw the pocket watch in Qiao Wan's hand at a glance, and said, "What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing." Qiao Wan quickly handed it over, watching his back as he came and went, touched his nose and said nothing.

Three days later, Fu Tianlang finally came back.

Qiao Wan knocked on the door with a cup of ginseng tea.

"Please come in."

In fact, Fu Tianlang had already returned to the company in the morning. After arriving at the company, he started the meeting. The meeting lasted for eight hours, but he did not show fatigue. On the contrary, he was extremely concentrated. When he got home, he returned home without even saying hello to her. The study continues to be busy.

Qiao Wan pushed the door open a crack: "Are you busy?"

Fu Tianlang looked at his watch, raised his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

Qiao Wan smiled and leaned forward: "I made ginseng tea."

Fu Tianlang withdrew his gaze: "Leave it alone."

His eyes returned to the screen, and he kept typing on the keyboard with both hands, very fast, as if he was really busy.

Qiao Guan stood aside stupidly, glanced at the ginseng tea that was about to cool down, then at the half-closed door, and walked behind him: "If you don't drink it, the tea will be cold."

He stopped and took a sip of tea.

"Have you eaten yet? Shall I serve you a bowl of noodles?"

Fu Tianlang lowered his eyes, and returned to work expressionlessly: "No, I've already eaten."

"Oh." Staring at his tall back, she was suddenly speechless, obviously the two had known each other for many years, but there were still few topics to talk about.

"Are you tired?" She would just boo and ask for warmth like an old mother, and then volunteered to pinch his shoulders.

The man stopped his movements and glanced at the small hand on his shoulder. The five pale fingers were white and tender, not like the hands of a country girl: "I'm not tired."

"I'll rub it for you."

She volunteered, but luckily he didn't refuse, occasionally listening to his comfortable sighs made her even more secretly happy.

(End of this chapter)