Mr. Fu's little ancestor is reborn

Chapter 144 Chapter 144: Do you feel that you have a night
fuxi't'i This year, Fu Xiting was not yet thirty.

The age of life experience is rich enough, but the emotional experience is very little.

When I saw Jiang Fu for the first time, I couldn't hide the appreciation from the bottom of my heart.

But unfortunately, Jiang Fu already had a fiancé at that time.

Morality and conscience made his appreciation of Jiang Fu only stop at the stage of appreciation.

There were no further negotiations.

Until he found out that Jiang Yi was Jiang Fu, the feeling of being pityed by the heavens arises spontaneously. If the opportunity is presented to him, wouldn't it be too stupid to give up?
When he learned that she was Jiang Fu, Fu Xiting did not intend to let her go.

I wanted to take things slowly, but it wasn't until Lin Jingzhou found out the truth.

He felt—it was too impractical to take it slow.

Getting Jiang Fu to have a relationship with him is simply as difficult as climbing the sky.

Fortunately, all this has been accomplished.

When Jiang Yi bit his neck, the man's desire to control her became stronger and stronger.

Fu Xiting's palm landed on the back of Jiang Yi's head and gently comforted her. To her, it was as if he was looking at a kitten whose fur had exploded.

"What about Mr. Fu's morality and conscience?" Jiang Yi looked at him almost gnashing his teeth.

Fu Xiting smiled indifferently: "I sleep with my fiancée, what kind of morality and conscience do I need? Is it possible that I have to ask Jesus and Buddha in advance when husband and wife are in love?"

"Beast." Jiang Yi stood up and wanted to leave the bedroom.

Fu Xiting sat on the edge of the bed without moving, but gently opened his thin lips to remind: "Yitian is downstairs."

Jiang Yi froze for a moment, and after a few seconds, she turned back and raised her hand, slapping Fu Xiting on the face.

Over thirty years old, the first time he was slapped was at the hands of a yellow-haired girl in her early twenties.

Fu Xiting was not angry when he was slapped, in other words, the anger of this slap was far less than that of Lin Jingzhou's phone call.

Jiang Jianren didn't respond, and slapped him again.

She just hit someone, and she still hit her face.

When Fu Xiting got the second slap, he touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and burst out laughing: "Isn't it exciting?"

"Don't worry, there are ways to make you bored."

Jiang Yi: ...

That night, when the moon was high and the sound of Meng Shu seeing off the guests sounded in the courtyard, Fu Xiting stopped vaguely, and when his big palms held Jiang Yi's waist, there was no sound from the person in his arms.

At midnight, Fu Xiting wrapped Jiang Yi in a blanket, and left the villa with him in his arms.

The next morning, Jiang Yi woke up from the pain. When she was struggling to turn over, she obviously felt that the bedroom in front of her was a little familiar.

"Fuck!!!!"

That bastard Fu Xiting put her on the big bed that was splashed with water.

Self-inflicted can't live?

Probably so.

Jiang Yi's internal organs were squeezed together, and his bones seemed to be falling apart. The person lying on the bed moved desperately, trying to find a dry place.

And what about Fu Xiting?
Today, he never went to the company.

Instead, they moved Yiying things to Yu Garden. When everyone came, they were still muttering on the road, wondering how Fu Dong was running private business today.

It wasn't until they arrived at the study room in Yu Garden that everyone understood, understood and was surprised at the same time.

Whether it was Guan Qing or Wu Jiang Bai Evil, the first reaction of dozens of people was that Fu Dong was beaten.

As for who was killed, everyone had a clear answer in their hearts.

One side of Fu Xiting's face was swollen, and the Wuzhi Mountain was looming on his face.

Facing the doubtful eyes of the vice presidents, the man forty asked nonchalantly, "Have you seen enough?"

Everyone suddenly came back to their senses in the low and deep inquiry, or coughed in embarrassment, or touched their noses.

Or pretend not to see.

Two hours of work is not long, and the doubts in everyone's hearts could not be concealed after the show ended.

"What happened to Mrs. Fu Dongjiang?"

"Being beaten like this?"

"Could it be that you go out to steal something?"

"Nonsense, Mr. Fu is not such an unclean person."

"Then tell me, why?"

"Ask me? I'm not the person involved. Ask Fu Dong."

"Stop talking, this little lady is not easy to provoke, so take it easy in the future."

In the crowd, someone spoke out.

Jiang Yi is not easy to mess with, perhaps worse than Fu Xiting.

Guan Qing rubbed the back of his neck, vaguely feeling that he was covered in cold sweat.

When Fu Xiting entered the master bedroom, Jiang Yi was lying on the quilt.

Yes, on the quilt.

The man looked a little surprised, pondered for a while, and asked the doubts in his heart: "Why are you sleeping on the quilt?"

"The bed is wet." Jiang Yi said that although his body was numb at this time, his mind was still clear.

Fu Xiting frowned, walked over, reached into the quilt under Jiang Yi, and touched it casually.

A wet piece.

"Why is the bed wet?"

"Your bed, how do I know?"

Fu Xiting didn't believe it: "Are you sure?"

Jiang Yi sighed, seeming quite helpless.

The man paralyzed on the bed struggled for hours, seemingly pulling himself back from a victim position.

Although Fu Xiting is not a thing, Jiang Yi has to admit that what he said makes sense.

But at this moment, she is making a choice in her heart.

After all kinds of entanglement, Fu Xiting just put down the phone to ask the servant to come up.

Jiang Yi spoke at the right time: "I'm short of money."

Fu Xiting was stunned, looking at Jiang Yi, his handsome eyebrows were slightly twisted together: "How much is missing?"

"a lot of."

"How much is a lot? Be specific."

"I don't know, you can give as much as you think you are worth for one night."

Fu Xiting:
The man laughed, it was the first time he heard such a shameless statement.

"If I sell myself, I have to give you money? Is there something wrong with this idea?"

Jiang Yi was silent and didn't answer, Fu Xiting said again: "How much? I can't afford it. If you pay money and work hard, you can pay less. Do I not admit that I am cheap? Tell me a specific number."

Jiang Yi opened his eyes and looked at Fu Xiting. The man pulled up a chair and sat by the bed, staring at her seriously.

"Fu Xiting, do you know why I like Fang Chi more than you?"

Prefer Fangchi?
Let's talk about it so that Fu Xiting can't like it.

Even so, he still raised his chin in an inscrutable way: "Say it."

"Although Fang Chi is a fool, he is obedient. Although you are rich, you are a fool."

Fu Xiting: Scold him?

He nodded slowly.

He got up and went to the study to take out a document, and opened the document while crossing his legs: "Since Yiyi said that I am a picky, then you must not like the flat next to your school."

After Fu Xiting finished speaking, he took out the paper and shook it in front of Jiang Yi.

The purpose of entry was a purchase contract with Jiang Yi's name written on it.

Jiang Yi reached out to grab the document in front of him, but Fu Xiting hid him. The man stared at her: "Am I a picky?"

(End of this chapter)