Reincarnation: I Married My Ex's Brother

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Jiusheng slept carefreely.

Anyway, Fang Yusheng would arrive in Binjiang City only in the morning.

When Qiao Jiusheng woke up, the sky was already bright.

As she saw the time, she realized Fang Yusheng was close to arriving.

Qiao Jiusheng quickly changed her clothes, washed her face, brushed her teeth, carried her bag, and drove the Volkswagen straight to the airport.

She stood in the airport arrival hall with everyone else who was waiting for their relatives to return and looking at the flight schedule. When the airport reported that the flight had arrived, everyone around Qiao Jiusheng stood up. She stood up as well.

The crowd rushed to the front, wishing to see their loved ones first.

Qiao Jiusheng also squeezed forward.

After squeezing to the front, she was puzzled.

Fang Yusheng can’t see, so why am I squeezing to the front?

She saw people around her with flowers in their hands. Some were holding signs welcoming their relatives home. Most were anxiously waiting for their loved ones, children, and friends to return. Qiao Jiusheng also looked forward to the exit passageway.

Waves after waves of people walked out.

Qiao Jiusheng patiently waited.

Fang Yusheng was a miser. He would never take the first-class cabin, nor would he take the VIP passageway. It was definitely right to wait for him here. He could not see, so it was normal for him to come out slower.

She waited and waited. Qiao Jiusheng started to get goosebumps when she saw that the number of people coming out was decreasing.

Where is Fang Yusheng?

In the middle of the hall stood a handsome and noble man dressed in a single-breasted woolen coat. His brown slicked-back hair reduced the elegant aura on his body and added a little dominance and arrogance. His light blue shirt boldly matched his wine-red tie. Since the weather was cold, a long scarf with a white background and black dots hung around his neck.

He had not worn a watch on his wrist like other men, but he wore a string of prayer beads.

The man stood there, giving off an oppressive handsome aura and attracting the attention of countless people.

Fang Yusheng was a little nervous. He could not help but fiddle with his Buddha beads.

He stood in the middle of the hall, his beautiful lake green eyes sizing up the airport that he had been to countless times. There were so many people coming and going. Fang Yusheng searched and explored among the crowd with a suppressed excitement and anticipation on his face.

After more than ten years, everything is different.

He looked at the girls in bright clothes, and his eyes flashed with appreciation, surprise, and deep thought.

None of them are her.

Fang Yusheng’s gaze swept across the corridor.

More than ten men and women were standing there. Some had flowers in their hands, while others had clothes. There was also someone with a bag. In the crowd, a girl stood with her back facing him. She had worn a gray top hat and a beige knitted short shirt. A furry black scarf was tied around her neck. There was also a grayish pink coat hanging from her arm.

This girl had a pair of straight and slender legs. They were wrapped in black tight pants and black long flat boots. Her muscles were very beautiful.

She anxiously looked toward the exit and tiptoed from time to time. Her perky buttocks curled up.

Fang Yusheng stared at the girl without turning his gaze. He breathed very softly.

It was as if someone silently shouted in his head: It’s her!

Fang Yusheng walked toward her. When he was about to reach her, he suddenly stopped.

What if it isn’t her?

The girl in front of him suddenly took out her phone and made a call. Fang Yusheng did not have time to think of an excuse when the phone in his pocket rang.

Hearing the noise, Qiao Jiusheng turned around and saw Fang Yusheng standing behind her.

“When did you get out?”

The girl held the phone and opened her mouth wide. Her brown eyes were filled with shock.