The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 439 I want to go home (5)
On this day, Qiao Wan was sitting in the wing room flipping through a magazine.

She crossed her legs and lay back on the back of the chair. As the recliner swayed up and down, the shortbread that Qiao Wan was holding in her mouth also fell off the shortbread one after another.

She reads magazines very seriously, the entertainment industry insider for a few yuan, and occasionally reports on the romance of some business people.

Cheng Anle glanced at her occasionally, seeing that her entire face was almost glued to the paper in her hand, she snorted nonchalantly: "What are you looking at?"

Qiao Wan didn't say a word, and continued to look at the shrimp-sized characters.

Cheng Anle turned her face to the side, glanced at a picture in a magazine, then her face darkened, and she silently turned her head away.

They were a pair of men and women who looked very well matched in appearance. They were walking out of an auction site. The man looked to be in his twenties, with cold features and a calm temperament. There was a natural look between his brows. Kingly.

The woman, on the other hand, was about the same age as him, wearing a long white dress that stretched the floor, her face was not perfect, but she had an aura that was beyond the reach of the world.

That was Shangguan Qiu and Fu Tianlang. Although the two of them didn't talk or have much physical contact in the photo, but just a glance, it gave people a feeling of perfect fit.

Just like she should be Mrs. Fu, Fu Tianlang's wife, no one is more suitable to be a husband and wife than them, and no one is more worthy of this man than Shangguan Qiu.

"Don't look." Cheng Anle narrowed his eyes.

Qiao Wan didn't want to hear it, grabbed a shortbread and turned the page.

On a board that is so small that it is almost invisible, the family background of the current Mrs. Fu is revealed in detail.

I believe that many people who have read the magazines will sigh. It turns out that Mrs. Fu is actually a country woman. When Master Fu was in trouble, this village woman took advantage of the danger and threatened Master Fu with the grace of saving her life. , so that he married her in desperation, and he ignored her from then on.

"It's really bad." Qiao Wan stuffed another shortbread into his mouth, chew it, and before he swallowed it, he stuffed another piece until his cheeks swelled into a big ball, and then he muttered. Muttering and complaining: "Anyone can bite a swan's butt. It makes you greedy. If you don't listen to persuasion, you have to bite. Now it's all right. I fell a big somersault. You deserve it, you deserve it!"

As she spoke, she stuffed another piece of walnut cake into her mouth, and flipped it through vigorously. Now the more she looked at the village woman, the more disgusting her face became.

Cheng Anle stood up, took away the magazine in her hand, exchanged glances with her, and strode out of the wing.

When she came to the door, she stopped, looked back and saw that she was still eating, and swept away the whole plate of walnut crisps without saying a word, then leaned over and said to the servant beside her, "Ask the kitchen to make more crisps."

So, after Cheng Anle left, Qiao Wan was the only one left in the room.

She grabbed a piece of shortbread in one hand, and after eating a few pieces, she found it unpleasant, so she walked out to the yard with a plate and tea.

Cheng Anle's family used to open a martial arts gym, and in the winter, there would be shirtless men boxing there from time to time.

Qiao Wan listened to the "hum ha ha ha" voices of a few rough men, and held a small tray to watch and eat.

Looking at people's sweaty pecs, lats, triceps, biceps... Occasionally shaking my head and sighing.

How can they compare with her man?Her man's figure is really good.

It's a pity that her man fell in love with another woman, and that was no longer her man.

Thinking of this, her eye sockets started to heat up again, and she stretched out her hand to rub the corners of her eyes, and she could still feel some water splash.

She looked up at the sky, such a fine weather, when did it rain?

As for those disliked big men, they looked at this nagging little girl every day, and it was you who looked at me, and I looked at you, and then turned around, directly treating her as transparent.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

Qiao Guan, who was full and full, packed a lot of shortbread and snacks cheekily, and planned to go home shaking his head.

No, that's not her house, it's Fu's house, but if she doesn't go back there, she really has nowhere to go.

She shrugged her head, reached into her pocket as she walked, and took out a few coins and weighed them. She could take the subway home.

She didn't know how long she had walked, but when she reached the bustling area, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Some looked blankly at the bustling crowd around them, some were well-dressed, and some were in a hurry...

Only she seemed to be wandering outside the city, watching, lonely, out of place...

In the evening, Fu Tianlang returned home with mixed feelings.

The living room was lit, but there was no one waiting for him on the sofa, and when he walked to the dining table, he silently glanced at the exceptionally clean table, his eyes froze, and he went upstairs.

Fu Tianlang opened the door of the study first, then turned around and went to the second floor.

But after some searching, Qiao Wan was not in the living room, not in the study, nor in the guest room where she had been sleeping...

Recently, I heard that she always runs out when she has nothing to do. As for where she goes, she never tells him. The breakfast and lunch box that she used to have every day are gradually no longer prepared.

Did she give up?

He pursed his lips and unscrewed the doorknob of the room in a unhappy mood.

I thought that the room would be completely dark, but under the dim light, I caught a glimpse of a small lump on the bed.

A soft little ball huddled in the quilt, hugging his pillow, revealing half of his head and slightly rosy side face, snoring heartily.

This is Qiao Wan, his little wife from the countryside.

Instead of being displeased by her appearance, he was relieved.

He took off his coat and unconsciously relaxed his movements, but a crackling sound still woke up Qiao Wan who was still asleep.

Eyelashes fluttered, she lazily opened her eyes, hugged the quilt motionlessly and looked at him under the quilt.

The four eyes met, and both of them were speechless.

Qiao Wan stayed there for a long time, rubbed his eyes and stretched carefully.

"Back?" She tilted her head and looked at him.

"You want something from me?" He looked directly at her rosy little face, knowing that since that day, she would not enter his room for no reason.

"It's something." She nodded obediently, and asked after a long silence with him, "Brother Lang, do you still like me?"

He froze for a moment, but didn't answer right away.

Qiao Wan waited for him for a long time, his eyes deepened, and he continued to ask: "Then...do you like Miss Shangguan?"

He narrowed his eyes: "No."

Qiao Wan: "If you don't like it now, you won't in the future?"

He kept silent, no one can guarantee what will happen in the future.

The man's momentary hesitation made Qiao Wan silent for a long time, she hugged the quilt and looked around, her black eyes were too dark to see the light.

(End of this chapter)