Ghost Wedding at Midnight: My Adorable Ghost Husband

"father……"

Zuo Xiaoqing, who has been stiff, whispered silently, she was really scared today, if not supported by me, I would have spread it on the ground long ago.

Zuo Qingyun heard the words, looked back, and looked at Zuo Xiaoqing's weak and indifferent look, just nodded his head and said nothing, but I saw that Zuo Xiaoqing's eyes were suddenly silent as if they were dead.

And 氤氲's tears fell like rain.

"Xiao Qing, how are you?"

"I'm fine, thank you Miaomiao."

Zuo Xiaoqing wiped away her tears, took a deep breath, and went back to the room to rest. It was just this 17-year-old girl who looked inexplicably sad.

"Miao'er, you should go home as soon as possible."

Leaving aside the outsider, my uncle pulled me into the room and said such a bad expression, thinking that with his old man's shrewdness, he had already seen that Zuo's family was not simple, and prepared to start withdrawing from me.

"What about the five-digit commission."

I rarely gave him a joke.

"Bah bah, the six-figure can't buy the lives of our uncles and nephews. The water in the left house is deep. In any case, you will leave early in the morning. After I am worried, we will just post the commission. "

Uncle whispered, and then walked back and forth in the house, his face hurt, and finally he gave a slap and airway.

"It's really bad for years. The last thing was yellow. I didn't think I stepped on the iron plate again this time. My goodness, this is what is done, to destroy me Su Da..." Uncle child patted the thigh, It's all gone during the day, that good manners.

I looked a bit forbearing, but it hurts a little bit: "Uncle, don't make any money on this, I'm all grown up, and I don't reach out to ask you for money anymore. You old man should rest."

After my father and mother were gone, my uncle pulled me up with **** and urine. When I didn't want it, I felt the wind and rain blinked away, but as long as I thought about it, my uncle had not been easy.

Although I was his niece, he hurt my dear girl.

"Girl, uncle wants to rest too."

My uncle looked at me angrily and continued: "But you also look at this society, no money. I don't care, I don't care if I go back to my hometown. There are still two acres of land. But if you marry someone later, you don't have any. The dowry with weight is easy to be rejected by the husband's family. I have treated you as a princess for so many years.

Uncle babble babble Talk a bunch.

But I heard it was more sour in my heart. My small hand grabbed his big hand and complained in a muffled voice: "My niece I talked to is just like a crooked melon, but it is like no one wants. You can rest assured that you are married If I don’t go out, I will marry the farmer and go back to your hometown to plant the land.

I said half irritably.

"Pull it down, you university is white?"

My uncle stared at me with hate for being out of shape, not to look at his usual love, but for my admission to a famous school like s, I was still complacent.

"Go to bed first, your uncle will live next door to you and find me something."

Uncle said this, and got up, but before taking two steps, he suddenly turned back and asked ambiguously, "Girl, to be honest, the classmate who brought you here today is who you are, Talk to the target?"

Ye Qun.

I looked at my uncle with a contemptuous look: "Do you think we are as good as you are?"

"It's not a good match, it's too unsafe to look like, if you grow up like an uncle, it's okay."

My mouth twitched. Are you boasting about yourself or hurting yourself?