"What are you afraid of? If you have anything, just tell your grandmother. She can't be the master. Don't you still have your father?" Seeing that her daughter hesitated, Mrs. fan couldn't help feeling anxious.

Fan Qiang clenched her teeth, so she went to find lisiyuan. Later, she told all about Fusu's coming, but for her own face, she didn't say anything about Fusu's letting her go.

As soon as Mrs. fan heard this, her eyes suddenly brightened: "qiang'er, do you mean to see the fourth son of the Xiao family?"

Fan Qiang saw that her mother's attention was attracted by Xiao Fusu. She was a little disappointed. She had expected her mother to give her advice to cure the lisiyuan.

"Yes, I did, but he told me It's neither hot nor cold, Ma. Do you think I've become ugly or beautiful? " Fan Qiang raised her face. She didn't look in the mirror. She didn't know that if she went out, she would be scared to death.

"This is my daughter's saliva. It's hard for me to see her

Seeing that Mrs. Fan said so, fan Qiang was very satisfied. She raised her mouth and complained: "why doesn't Xiao Fusu like me?"

Mrs. fan sighed. Her daughter is good at everything, but she is a little arrogant. She always thinks that all the people in the world want to be like her heart. However, she is used to this. She just wants to be proud of her daughter.

"Qiang'er, Xiao Fusu has just come back from abroad. Maybe he doesn't know you well enough. After a long time, if you have more contact with him, he knows that you are a good girl and will like you gradually." Mrs. fan then began to brainwash her daughter and instill some of her own past experience into her.

Mrs. fan is quite satisfied with her life. She married director Fan very young. She firmly grasped the man's heart by virtue of her beauty and intelligence. In the fan family, she is the best housewife.

So she also hopes that her daughter will be stronger than her in the future. If her daughter can marry the biggest Xiao family in Jinjiang, her fan family will also go up a step.

Fan Qiang married Fu Su, the fourth lady of the Xiao family. When she went out, not only did her daughter have light on her face, but she was also a big face.

Mrs. fan is thinking happily, but she forgets how authoritative the Xiao family is in Jinjiang City, and how she can be promoted as a director.

Fan Qiang's confidence was rekindled by Mrs. fan's encouragement.

She stopped crying and said to Mrs. fan, "Mom, since you have said that, go and talk to Dad."

"Say what?" Mrs. fan didn't recover for a moment and asked casually.

Fan Qiang twisted his waist, shook Mrs. fan's arm reluctantly and said, "you just said that Fusu is very good. Let me have more contact with him, but it's a girl. How nice..."

"Oh, yes, I didn't think about it for a moment. I really should give you more opportunities to meet. Don't worry, my mother will tell your father that when the time comes, your father and I will take you to visit Xiao's family. We will say that we are congratulating the fourth son on his return from school. Xiao's family will be happy."

The more Mrs. Fan said it, the more proud she was. It was as if her daughter could marry the fourth son of the Xiao family.

As soon as fan Qiang heard what Mrs. Fan said, she was very happy. She quickly got up from the bed and went to the dressing table to prepare for her make-up.

As soon as she looked up in the mirror, she suddenly screamed.

"Qiang'er, what's the matter? Don't scare grandma." Mrs. fan trotted over and asked nervously.

Fan Qiang saw a ghost in the mirror just now. She was so scared that she rushed to Mrs. fan's arms. She didn't even have the courage to look at it again.

Mrs. fan patted her daughter on the shoulder and asked anxiously, "is it all right? What's the matter with you?"

"Mama, there's a ghost. There's a ghost in the mirror..." Fan Qiang's body was shaking like rice sieve, and she murmured to herself.

Mrs. fan was also startled. She subconsciously and nervously looked around. It's day and night. Ghosts don't dare to come out in the daytime.

Mrs. fan made up her mind and pulled her daughter up. Seeing that she was afraid to cry, she quickly wiped her tears and said, "there is no ghost. You must have been seeing a fool."

"Mirror, the ghost is in the mirror. It's frightening. It's covered with hair and painted with color on its face. There are black and green..." Fan Qiang said while pointing.

The more Mrs. fan listened, the more she felt that the ghost in her daughter's mouth was so familiar

Suddenly, she looked at fan Qiang's face and laughed.

Fan Qiang looked at her grandmother in surprise. She didn't understand how she could still laugh at this time.

"Mama..."

"You said the ghost, come on, you look carefully." Mrs. fan turned fan Qiang's body to face the mirror.

Fan Qiang was too scared to open her eyes. Mrs. Fan said, "open your eyes. Now the ghost is gone."Fan Qiang subconsciously opened an eye, just for a moment, she saw the ghost in the mirror just now, just want to scream, Mrs. fan covered her little mouth.

"Look again. Who is this ghost?" The more Mrs. Fan said, the more funny she felt.

Fan Qiang boldly looked in the past, the ghost in the mirror also looked at her.

The more you look, the more familiar you are. Although you can't see the facial features clearly, the feeling between the eyebrows can't deceive people.

After staring at the "ghost" in the mirror for a few seconds, fan Qiang's face, covered by cosmetics, burns like a burst of skin.

It turned out that she had made a big Oolong!

The "ghost" in the mirror is no other than herself!

Fan Qiang uttered a cry in his mouth and covered his face with his hands. He had no face to see anyone.

As soon as Mrs. fan was about to smile, fan Qiang took her mother's mouth and said, "don't laugh. If you laugh at me again, I'll be angry."

"OK, OK, don't laugh, don't laugh at you." Mrs. fan shook her head and had to obey her daughter.

Fan Qiang this just let go of heart, then took make-up cotton to quickly unload a clean to oneself face.

After staying in her daughter's room for a while, Mrs. fan came out and learned from the housekeeper that director Fan had gone home.

She quickly ordered the kitchen to stew a cup of sweet soup and took it to director Fan's study.

Standing at the door of the study, Mrs. fan looked at the sweet cup on the tray and couldn't help smiling.

Later, she will talk to director Fan about the four CHILDES and qiang'er. Director Fan will certainly support this beautiful thing. Then she can show off her power in front of those rich and powerful ladies.

Thinking of this, Mrs. fan knocked on the door.