The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 431 The Difference between Cloud and Mud (5)
It turns out that Jin Ling and Fang Desheng were childhood sweethearts. They grew up together and worked as servants in Fu's family. They can be called childhood sweethearts and have a very good relationship.

Helplessly, Fang Desheng had no father or mother. He was picked up by the Fu family's grandfather since he was a child, and he has been staying in the Fu family to help. In terms of background, Jin Ling's father naturally looked down on him, so the two secretly dated Jin Ling without telling Jin's father. Even gave the other party his first time.

The two young people thought that raw rice would be cooked, but when Jin's father objected to it, there was nothing they could do about it, but an accident happened.

Father Jin fell from the wooden frame and was pierced through his lung by an iron bar. Fortunately, he was rescued after being sent to the hospital. However, facing the considerable medical expenses and later treatment expenses, how can Jin Ling, a little woman, have enough money? any solution?Knowing that Fang Desheng can't do anything, she can only hide it from him and under the introduction of a tortoise, start a flesh and blood business by accident.

Those days were extremely dark, but she had no choice but to bite the bullet and do it. She thought that in two years, when the debt was paid off, she would save another savings and give it to Fang Desheng, and the two would leave Fu's house to do something. It doesn't matter whether it's a small business, running a wonton shop, or whatever, as long as it's a happy life, what does it matter how hard or tiring it is?
But maybe she was too naive, she was caught raped by her ex-wife once when receiving guests, after that news of Jin Ling receiving guests spread all over the streets and alleys.In fact, she didn't care about her own reputation, all she cared about was Fang Desheng, but when she went to Fu's house to look for him in the dark, he was ruthlessly chasing him away.

Fang Desheng is good at everything, but his thinking is too pedantic and conservative, and since she has such a job, she doesn't dare to ask for his forgiveness. She just wants to explain clearly to him before leaving and say goodbye afterwards.

But he couldn't listen to her explanation at all, and drove her away blindly.

Since then, she was disheartened and had no choice but to leave her hometown. She traveled to several cities and made a living selling wonton noodles.

Jin Ling is good-looking, and after a few years, there is no shortage of suitors, but she misses Fang Desheng in her heart, and even at the age of marriage, she never nodded to anyone, until she returned to her hometown in AH four years later, It was only through the neighbors in the neighborhood that I found out that Fang Desheng had actually come to look for her earlier.

It was just a piece of news that rekindled Jin Ling's hope. Since he came to look for her, he might have forgiven her. If he went back this time and she was not married, it is not impossible for them to be together.

A few years later, Jin Ling knew that Fang Desheng was still in her heart, so she went on the road without saying a word, planning to go back to the capital to find him.

But who would have thought that the boat encountered an accident halfway, and the whole boat survived, including her naturally...

Qiao Guan held a bowl of wontons and listened while eating. The further down the road, the more he disliked Fang Desheng.

He was lucky, after driving the man away, he married a wife and had children with peace of mind, but he didn't know that there was a woman waiting for him in the underworld.

"You are a poor man." Qiao Wan bowed his head and said, "I sympathize with you."

Jin Ling raised her eyes, with a little hope floating in her eyes.

"But the rules are the rules. I'm just a little underworld. I can't be the master. It's getting late now. Come with me. Don't miss the time." Qiao Wan handed the porcelain bowl back to her with a loud voice. light.

Jin Ling lowered her head in frustration, and after a long silence, she bent down and rummaged through the boxes to take out a rag bun.

She pulled the rope at the mouth of the bag, and then carefully poured the ghost coins inside onto the table.

"Kang Dang Bang Dang" is the muffled sound of fragmented hard banknotes knocking on the wooden table.

"Master Guicha, here are all the savings I have accumulated in the past few years. I wonder if you can send a letter to Desheng for me for the sake of this bowl of wonton noodles and the money?" Jin Ling pleaded.

Looking at her for a moment, Qiao Wan scratched his chin: "I'm afraid you can't afford even the ghosts in Fengdu City with this little money."

"I..." Jin Ling raised her heart again. Of course she knew that she couldn't afford a ghost with this little money, but she only had so much.

"Letter - I can send it for you, but you can take back the money." Qiao Guan sighed, blaming himself for being soft-hearted and causing trouble for his upper body again.

Jin Ling's eyes lit up, and she smiled wryly, "Although I come from a poor family, I don't have the habit of being indebted to others. The money is not much, so please accept it as my wish."

By the Wangchuan River.

A gust of wind caused ripples on the surface of the water, and a few ghost birds stood on the top of the tree, flapping their wings and making a shrill "quack".

Qiao Guan looked at the woman who raised her head and drank the Mengpo soup in one gulp, took out the envelope from her bosom, and sighed faintly.

"Do you know this woman?" Seeing her shaking her head and refusing to leave by the river, Uncle Zheng asked too much.

Qiao Wan scratched his head and shook his head.

Uncle Zheng snorted softly, and threw her two wooden signs: "Don't be lazy, there are still two ghosts waiting to be reincarnated."

Qiao Guan grunted, put the envelope and cloth bag into his pocket, and slowly returned to Yinshi with the wooden sign.

Work, work!
In fact, it is not the first time for Qiao Wan to deliver letters to others. She did it for a while when she was short of money, and the handwriting of the ghost people is naturally invisible to ordinary people in the world, so she can only find a pen and ink and copy it. With her practice makes perfect, the similarity between the written one and the original can be as high as [-]%.

When everything was settled, she took the letter in her arms and planned to mail it nearby, but when she went out, a sharp knife-like gaze shot her forehead.

I don't know how long Fu Tianlang stood by the door, his face bathed in the morning light showed no expression at all, the cold lines were especially cold and hard, staring closely at her every move, Qiao Guan shivered secretly.

"What are you doing?" The man's sharp breath brushed her body from time to time, causing Qiao Wan to take two steps back.

She smiled, and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead while laughing: "It's nothing."

Fu Tianlang narrowed his eyes, and his cold eyes fell on her bulging pockets.

Qiao Guan followed his gaze and looked down, smiled mischievously, and covered it up a little bit without 300 taels of silver here.

"I'm going out to do some errands, and I'll be back soon."

After finishing speaking, he didn't dare to look at him, and went downstairs without looking sideways, and walked quickly, but fortunately, he didn't stop him.

The next day, when Uncle Fang received this letter, his hands were shaking with excitement. Qiao Wan passed by his door several times, and he could vaguely hear suppressed weeping from inside the room.

Qiao Guan stood by the door for a long time, thinking about Jin Ling who had already crossed the Naihe Bridge, shook her head and left.

I thought this matter would gradually fade away with the passage of time, just like how much Fang Desheng liked Jin Ling and he could marry someone else, but who knew that in less than a week, Fang Desheng packed his luggage and went to the study to bid farewell to Fu Tianlang.

"Why are you leaving?" Fu Tianlang raised his eyes, his face still expressionless.

(End of this chapter)