The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 432 The Difference between Cloud and Mud (6)
Fang Desheng's eyes were shining, and he took out the yellow envelope tremblingly.

"Xiaoling...Xiaoling is still alive." His fingertips trembled, crying and laughing with excitement, "She doesn't blame me, but she begs for my forgiveness... This silly girl, why is she so stupid? Anyway, she never blamed me, I... I... Master, I am also a person who has half a foot in the coffin. I have no regrets in this life. My only wish is to spend the rest of my life with Xiaoling. Since She doesn't blame me, I want to find her."

Fu Tianlang put down his pen: "Did she reveal her address to you in the letter?"

Fang Desheng's complexion changed immediately, and he shook his head: "No, but I plan to go to her hometown to inquire first."

Hearing this, Fu Tianlang frowned: "Since you insist, I'll find some people to accompany you."

Fang Desheng was grateful: "Master, if there was no master back then, I would have starved to death on the street early in the morning. Both of you father and son are good people. If I can find Xiaoling, I will bring her back. If I miss her in this life, I am afraid that your kindness will be reborn in the next life." report."

Fu Tianlang sat for a long time without saying a word. In fact, he had found Jin Ling for him through the contacts of the Fu family, but the news he received was that this woman had died decades ago.

Perhaps Uncle Fang was too sad and affected his body, so he kept silent.

Tonight, Qiao Wan assisted Zhao Ling in trapping an evil spirit, and it was already late at night when he returned to Fu's house.

She took out her key and opened the door.

As soon as Uncle Fang left, the whole villa seemed to be even more empty, and there was always a feeling of death in an overly quiet house.

The room was dark and the lights were not turned on. She thought that Fu Tianlang must still be in the office, so she was so tired that she threw away her backpack and climbed into bed without taking a shower.

When there is no one around, she likes to lie down where Fu Tianlang slept, and smell the breath in his pillow, so that she can sleep very soundly.

But this time was different from the past, it was as if she had stepped on something when she first went to bed, until the bedside lamp was turned on, and the moment the light flickered on, she realized that she was actually sitting on top of her husband.

"Are you back?" A hoarse voice came to mind.

The yellow light gradually stained his face, Qiao Wan raised his eyes in fright, and met his gaze.

It was clearly three o'clock in the middle of the night, since he was lying on the bed, he must have fallen asleep, but now he was looking into her eyes, not only was there no haze of waking up, but it was completely clear.

He didn't sleep, but was waiting for her?
Qiao Guan felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he climbed off him in a proper manner, and sat aside with his hands folded.

"Did it wake you up?" She lowered her head, and her dark eyes swept over him from time to time. If this situation were changed two years ago, she would definitely be punished for coming home late, but the situation is different now. He didn't care about her whereabouts, and he never asked her anything. The reason why he waited for her for the first time today must be something.

"Yeah." He sat up straight and leaned against the head of the bed, "I have something to ask you."

Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment: "What's the matter?"

"Why is Jin Ling's letter in your hand?"

"What letter?" She shook her head in surprise, then looked left and right, but refused to admit it.

Fu Tianlang narrowed his eyes, displeasure already appeared in his eyes.

For a moment, the atmosphere seemed to freeze.

Knowing that her husband was angry, Qiao Wan immediately faltered and muttered, "Why are you asking, and you don't believe me when I tell you."

There was a chill in his brow: "You say."

I don't know how long the stalemate will last.

Alas... alas... alas...

Qiao Guan sighed three times, and could only tell him about meeting Jin Ling in the underworld and sending her to be reincarnated, paying attention to his expression while talking, but unfortunately, this man kept a coffin face, she really didn't know him What is going on in my heart.

After finishing speaking, Qiao Wan licked the corners of her lips, looked at Fu Tianlang, and then at the wall clock on the wall. Although he still had that dead face, she knew instinctively that he didn't believe her words, and felt that she Make it up.

Believe it or not.

She pulled off the quilt and planned to cover her head. Jumping up and down while collecting ghosts for Zhao Ling tonight exhausted her, she was so sleepy, she didn't care about Fang Desheng or Jin Ling, she just wanted to sleep.

But as soon as she moved, someone grabbed her slender wrist, and the strength of holding her was not light at all, it was tightly held, even with a circle of red marks.

"What I said is true." She looked back at him and replied softly, "Isn't that good? Since Uncle Fang has married a wife and had children, Jin Ling has nothing to do with him. I really don't understand why he has to Go back and find her."

Fu Tianlang let go of her hand, saw her rubbing her red flesh in pain, and said, "Uncle Fang didn't marry a wife and have children."

Qiao Guan was breathing on his hands, but he was stunned after hearing this: "Didn't he have a son in his thirties?"

As for this son, Qiao Wan had met him a few times before. He heard that he got married in Canada and had a good job and income. With Mr. Fu's kindness, he will go with him as time goes by.

Fu Tianlang was silent for a long time: "Zhiyuan is his adopted son. Strictly speaking, Uncle Fang didn't order anyone else to marry except Jin Ling."

As soon as these words came out, the room immediately returned to silence.

It turned out that after Jin Ling left, Fang Desheng went to her hometown to find someone. Unfortunately, after three years, he couldn't find any trace of the beautiful woman and finally had to give up. But maybe it was fate. On the way back to Fu's house, he met a man who was killed The boy who was abandoned by the side of the road is now Fang Zhiyuan.

So she blamed Uncle Fang wrongly?
Qiao Wan thought for a while, hung his head and said nothing.

Fu Tianlang looked at her for a while, and said, "Uncle Fang has been waiting for her for most of his life. If you have news about her, I hope you can tell me."

She sat there motionless, still shaking her head: "Believe it or not, she is already dead. I sent her across the Naihe Bridge not long ago."

Fu Tianlang looked at him without any expression.

"It's fine if you don't want to say it."

Qiao Wan smiled unnaturally: "Didn't I tell you? But you don't believe me, since you don't believe me, why do you ask me?"

She doesn't get angry very often, usually Fu Tianlang would coax her well if she spoke with this kind of emphasis, but now he just took one last look at her and got up and got out of bed.

"Where are you going?" She endured and endured, seeing him putting on his coat and planning to go out, she hurriedly stopped him.

"You go to bed first, I still have something to deal with." Without looking at her, he gently closed the door.

Looking at the cold door panel, Qiao Guan's heart was tense, and the original deep sleepiness was swept away. After that, she stared at the ceiling all night, even when the sky was clear, her man did not come back.

(End of this chapter)