The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 93 He beat her (2)
She thought to herself that since the female ghost was sealed in the school, she might have been a student here before she was alive, so she began to search from the innermost layer.

But after flipping through two brochures, Qiao Wan was worried again, she didn't even know the name of the female ghost, so trying to find her with just a picture of her entrance is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack.

At this moment, his head sank, and two furry black claws suddenly stretched out in front of his eyes.

Qiao Wan raised her face, glanced at the black cat that had jumped onto her head at some point, and asked in a muttering voice, "What's your name?"

The black cat lowered its eyes and pondered. There were only a few sporadic images of the memory before death. The most profound one was Wang Hong's face. After she died, she wandered around here for nearly 100 years. Many people were killed and many troubles were caused. Finally, an old man came and injured her and sealed her up.

Seeing the black cat asking questions, Qiao Wan didn't count on her, and began to search in the vast list based on memory, but the female ghost had been dead for so many years, when she first saw her real body, her facial features were already blurred... …

So Qiao Wan searched for it, and couldn't find it until the sun went down.

Waiting for the administrator to come over, she pretended to sweep the floor with a broom, and from time to time wiped the bookshelves that had peeled off a layer of paint with a rag. When the database was almost cleaned up, the sky gradually darkened.

Qiao Guan glanced at her watch, seeing that the time was about the same, she dropped the broom and left. The black cat followed her not far away, staring at the back of her head without speaking.

And when Qiao Wan came to the corner, he stopped in his footsteps, let out a small cry of surprise, and quickly moved to the wall to hide.

The black cat jumped off the wall, lay on her shoulder and looked forward.

There was a person standing at the empty school gate, with his tall body facing the setting sun that was about to set, his posture was straight, his eyes were fixed, he obviously didn't do anything, just standing there was impossible to ignore.

Qiao Guan squatted in the corner and didn't dare to go out, thinking that he would go back so late, who knew he was still waiting there.

Lifting her watch, she checked the time again, but another ten minutes passed, and the man still didn't leave.

Isn't he afraid that she will leave first?

But then Qiao Wan remembered that the back door of their school had been locked for several years, so the only exit was the school gate...

She swallowed, and waited at the same spot for another half an hour. Seeing that it was getting dark, she rubbed her numb calf and went out in a hurry.

Fu Tianlang looked sideways at her slowly, and she could feel the domineering aura from a long distance away.

Glancing silently at his generous chest, the events of last night suddenly reverberated in her mind, as if the hard touch still remained on her body, which made her blush.

Quickly lowering her head, she walked over slowly, dragging the old elders a long way: "The teacher asked me to tidy up the reference room, so it's late."

He looked down at her, didn't ask anything, just gave a soft "um", took her hand and went home.

There were many calluses on the generous palm, and the back of her hand felt a little awkward when rubbed against her. Qiao Wan subconsciously pulled it out, but he held it even tighter.

The two did not talk, and there was a dull atmosphere lingering around.

Qiao Wan felt embarrassed, so he had nothing to say: "Brother Lang, is your illness better?"

He paused and nodded slightly.

Qiao Guan didn't know what to say, followed him for another distance, and couldn't help muttering: "From now on, I'll go home by myself."

Fu Tianlang frowned suddenly, and suddenly grabbed her hand heavily.

She let out an "ah" in pain, and then he let go, and then stood there for a long while before asking in a deep voice, "Are you angry?"

Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook his head: "No, I may be responsible for cleaning the reference room after school. You don't have to wait for me, I can go back by myself."

He pursed his lips and looked at her, and after a long time, he replied stubbornly, "I'll wait for you."

Holding her hand again, this time he controlled his strength so as not to hurt her, but touching the back of her cold hand, his lips became tighter and tighter, and he simply stuffed her hand into his pocket.

The trousers worn in spring were not too thick, Qiao Wan could touch his legs through his pockets, walking all the way back, the scorching temperature stuck to the back of her hands from time to time, she looked up at his expressionless facial features, her face turned It started to burn.

The twilight gradually spread in the small town, and when Qiao Wan arrived home, it was already almost dark, but when she saw the gate of the yard from a long distance away, she paused, and suddenly broke away from Fu Tianlang with all her strength, and let the girl in. run.

Mother Qiao came out of the kitchen with wet hands when she heard the door opening, and frowned as she saw her panting.

"Why is it so late, come in and help with dinner."

Qiao Guan threw the schoolbag on the sofa, just as he left the living room, he happened to run into Fu Tianlang who came back from outside.

She froze all over, and found that he was also looking at her, standing quietly in one place, with deep eyes.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward during dinner at night. Mother Qiao went to deliver food to Father Qiao, and the three of them were eating together.

Qiao Guan lowered his head and honestly grilled the rice. After eating, he put some fish and porridge into the bowl. Both of them knew that she was going out to feed the cat, so they ignored her, and Qiao Li and Fu Tianlang were left.

Waiting for Qiao Wan to leave, Qiao Li glanced at him from time to time: "Brother Lang, is your illness better?"

He nodded and said nothing.

Qiao Li lowered her head and sipped the soup again. After all, she was a girl, no matter whether he could see it or not, just because she took care of him late into the night yesterday, he should know her heart.

But Fu Tianlang remained silent, and he didn't talk much to her on weekdays. She didn't know if he was dull, kept few words, didn't know how to express his feelings, or did he really have no feelings for her?

Qiao Li pursed her lips preoccupied. She was confident in her appearance and could always attract the attention of the opposite sex when she walked on the road. If she said a few words, a boy would be on duty and buy breakfast for her. The person who fell before met a big iron plate that was incomprehensible this time.

Qiao Li was very depressed, and she didn't know what to say when she was with this boring gourd, and Fu Tianlang didn't stay in the hall for too long, and she started to pack up the dishes as soon as he left.

(End of this chapter)