Mr. Fu's little ancestor is reborn

241 Chapter 242: Zhao Zhen came to the door
A group of wealthy young men with an average age of 20 years old, even when they were in high school, they had never tasted the pain of being invited by their parents.

now------.

But being caught by Fu Xiting and telling them to invite parents, this is really unacceptable.

Jiang Yi's office building was originally a single-family villa in the city, and once the gate was closed, it was indifferent to the world.

Even if the fence is not high enough to dig out, these second generation ancestors probably don't have the guts to yell at Fu Xiting.

After all, this person is in the capital, and many people are afraid of him.

No matter what the reason was, as long as they offended Fu Xiting, they would definitely be beaten when they returned home.

"Secretary Fang, we are not children."

Fang Chi made a fool of himself, and stretched out his hand to grab the back of the boy's neck: "Yeah, you're not children anymore, are you all smart enough to do things? You disturbed my wife, don't you think my husband has stripped your skin?" .”

What Fu Xiting dislikes the most is that the incompetent and arrogant second-generation ancestors of the rich and powerful families are dragged out to blow up the streets like [-] to [-] people all day long.

With chicken feathers on his head, he shouted about the freedom of life, but in fact, he didn't even have living expenses without his parents.

People are afraid of being infected with stupidity when they go to the street to beg for rice.

"Secretary Fang, we are passing by, passing by."

Fang Chi grabbed the man by the back of the neck and threw it on the ground, the man fell to the ground and screamed in pain.

"Passing by?"

"A passer-by is coming from the yard? In that case, break your legs and climb out!"

Crowd: ......

Why is Fu Xiting famous like a ghost in the capital?

Everyone in the capital knows about this.

When Fu Xiting first entered the shopping mall in his early years, there were many wealthy ladies in the capital who wanted to use their family connections to get this person into their pockets. After all--a down-and-out wealthy son is worthless.

Some people wanted to crush him, or they wanted to see what it would be like for this person on the top of the mountain to fall off the altar.

So, he used some tricks to send a woman to his side.

Fu Xiting was not in a hurry, he sat on the chair as firmly as Mount Tai, and was wiped off by someone. After finishing the work, he lifted the woman's chin and asked her: "What do you want to do?"

The woman was enchanting and graceful, hooking Fu Xiting's neck and exhaling like blue, the smell of rouge and powder crept into Fu Xiting's nostrils: "I want to sleep with you."

It stands to reason that an old flower should hate this kind of woman, wishing to push her away immediately, but today Fu Xiting didn't do that, instead he put his arms around the woman's waist and spoke to him in a charming voice: "It's not impossible to let you|sleep, tell the truth about the process and results, and I will satisfy your request."

"Really?" The woman tilted her head and looked at him with disbelief.

Fu Xiting nodded: "I never lie to women, let alone a beautiful woman like you."

So the woman told Fu Xiting all about the incident, from who was bribed by her to what medicine and wine she took?

To whom?

Seduce who?
They all said it in one go.

She originally thought that after telling Fu Xiting everything, she would be able to enjoy the gentle treatment of this multi-alpine flower as she wished.

I don't know.

In just a second, the hand that fell on her waist was raised and landed on her neck. The man grabbed her neck and stood up from the chair, staring at her like King Yama: "Want to defile me? You Does it match?"

On the other end of the surveillance, the young masters of this group of wealthy families watched as Fu Xiting abruptly sent this woman to the intensive care unit.

Since then, there has been a rumor in the capital that although Fu Xiting was born in a wealthy family, he has a lot of hooliganism and banditry in his bones.

That's all?

No, no, he used the recording monitor to attack the names one by one. Only a few escaped, and the family paid a lot of money to buy them.

Since then, the word Fu Xiting has been like a curse in the capital.

It can only be seen from a distance, not played with.

Now, it is impossible for the old things to repeat themselves.

In the yard, a group of wealthy sons knelt in a shivering ball and prostrated themselves at Fang Chi's feet, begging for mercy.

The bitter begging came and went in the garden, making Fang Chi feel like a heinous criminal who came here to bully children.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and call."

"Either call the parents to pick him up, or call the police and enter a sentence, you choose."

Undoubtedly, no one with a brain would choose the first option.

.....
When Jiang Yi entered the company, people who had not yet left work were all surprised when they saw Mr. Fu.

Today's Fu Xiting is wearing a white shirt and khaki windbreaker, which echoes the cheongsam on Jiang Yi's body, and has a beautiful feeling of complementing each other.

Everyone in the wealthy family in the capital knows the relationship between Fu Xiting and Jiang Yi.

But no one is sure.

Now, when the people in the company saw the man who only existed in the TV news, they were speechless for a moment in surprise.

Wen Sirui is the one who can feel all of it the most.

When she brought the tea in, she saw Fu Xiting sitting beside Jiang Yi, taking off his windbreaker and covering her lap.

Gentle palms wandered between her wrists.

When she handed the water glass to Mr. Fu, she heard the man ask her in a low voice if she was cold.

Jiang Yi shook his head slowly.

The man seemed to be relieved now, looking at Wen Sirui: "Is Sihan here?"

Wen Sirui was surprised: "Yes."

"Let him go down and deal with him. If he can't handle it well, let him not come tomorrow."

This was the first time Wen Sirui and Fu Xiting met face to face.

After meeting Fu Xiting, she no longer believed the rumors from the outside world.

Cold-blooded?

How can a man who can care for a woman with care and care be cold-blooded and ruthless?

Those who said he was ruthless just didn't get his warmth.

In 2010, this was Wen Sirui's first impression of Fu Xiting.

What Fu Xiting didn't know was that this seemingly insignificant girl participated in a very long journey in his later life.

Jiang Yi got up with the cup and went to the desk.

Fu Xiting sat on the sofa to deal with official business, and downstairs, Fang Chi and Sihan dealt with those brainless second-generation ancestors.

The husband and wife were silent, busy with each other.

"Wen Zhu, what's the relationship between Chairman Fu and Mr. Jiang?"

In Wen Sirui's office, there are troublemakers sticking their heads out to gossip.

Wen Sirui looked at her without changing his face, and directly told the truth: "It is a legal relationship between husband and wife, go tell those people downstairs, don't talk about the leader's private life."

In the evening of this day, there was a frying pan in the company.

The reason for the frying pan is nothing more than the husband of the leader.

Soon in the future, many people in the outside world rely on the rumors in Jiangfu's company to make money.

In today's society, as long as there is a computer, all the information on the Internet can be found, so the group of people in the company gathered in front of the computer and turned over all the wedding photos of Jiang Yi and Fu Xiting, as well as the scene of their wedding at that time. out.

Castle wedding, unique wedding dress.

They all became the object of exclamation.

At the beginning of April 2010, Jiang Yi clearly felt that Fu Xiting existed more frequently than usual.

For example, take her to and from get off work.

For example, having lunch together.

On April [-]th, when Jiang Yichen just arrived at the company, Wen Sirui rushed up to greet her: "Zhao Ying's father is waiting for you in the reception room."

Jiang Yi was stunned: "Zhao Zhen?"

Wen Sirui's face was ugly: "Yes."

Jiang Yi said kindly: "Go and make a cup of white tea. The teacup should be filled with strong green tea first, and it doesn't need to be clear."

Wen Sirui always followed Jiang Yi's orders. Although she didn't understand why she did so, since Jiang Yi said it, it must be reasonable.

When she opened the door and entered, she saw Zhao Zhenzheng standing on the sofa in the reception room, observing the colleagues in the office area below.

The appearance of standing with hands behind his back, seems to be looking at his own country.

Jiang Yi stood at the door, staring at him coldly, thinking of all the injustices in his previous life.

The fingertips that fell beside her curled up fiercely.

"Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Zhen looked away from the downstairs office area.

Slowly turned around and looked at Jiang Yi standing behind him.

"Mrs. Fu, long time no see."

Jiang Yi held his lips slightly: "It's been a long time."

"What is the business of Mr. Zhao coming here today?" Jiang Yi walked to the sofa in the reception room, looking at Zhao Zhen with soft eyes.

"I want to talk to Jiang Juan," Zhao Zhen's Jiang Juan undoubtedly told Jiang Yi blatantly that he came today because of Zhao Ying's affairs.

Jiang Yi leaned on the sofa, her shoulder-length hair draped behind your head.

The posture of leaning on the sofa is a bit leisurely.For a moment, Zhao Zhen seemed to see someone in her body.

And the familiarity of that figure made him a little stunned.

It was something he didn't dare to think about.

"Jiang Juan seems to have unwarranted hostility toward us."

Zhao Zhen cut to the chase.

He carefully recalled what happened during this period, starting from being unable to enter the wedding scene, to the case of Jiang Yi snatching Zhao Ying.

The occurrence of this series of events is not simple.

"I don't understand what Mr. Zhao is talking about."

Jiang intends to sell off.

Zhao Zhen sat opposite, looking at Jiang Yi's posture. From a certain situation, Jiang Yi represented Fu Xiting.

If it was usual, he would have used his means long ago, but at this moment, what he was facing was not only Jiang Yi, not just the Jiang family, but Fu Xiting behind her.

"If Zhao Ying did something to offend Jiang San, we can make an apology."

Zhao Zhen thought that what he said was extremely sincere.

After all, he came here today to apologize.

"Since Mr. Zhao is so sincere, I'll just say it straight. Some things can't be solved without an apology."

"you----."

A knock on the door interrupted Zhao Zhen, Wen Sirui came in with a tea tray, and put two cups of tea in front of the two: "Hangzhou white tea, Mr. Zhao uses it slowly."

Jiang Yi glanced over the teacup in front of him, picked up the cup and took a sip of tea lightly.

"Jiang Jiang might as well just say it straight."

Jiang Yiqian pursed her lips: "Did Mr. Zhao ask Zhao Judgment about the cause and effect before coming here today?"

"The cause and effect that outsiders say is not worth believing. I came here today to shake hands with Jiang Juan sincerely."

The implication is that no matter what Zhao Ying did, he came today to apologize.

Jiang Yi cleared his throat, and slowly opened his lips: "Not everything in this world can be made up with."

Zhao Zhen was startled.

It's not that he never went to Jiang Ze, but Jiang Ze's response was simple and rude.

Jiang Yi is now Mrs. Fu, not a daughter of the Jiang family.

The identity in this is the same as the identity of marrying into the palace as a concubine in an ancient wealthy family.

Jiang didn't have the ability to say anything.

That's why today's incident of him personally visiting the door happened.

Zhao Zhen's joints holding the cup tightened slightly: "The Zhao family and the Jiang family are also allies in a certain way. Jiang Judgment doesn't look at the monk's face, but also at the Buddha's face."

"In the circle of the capital, it's big or small. Good things don't go out and bad things spread for thousands of miles. The yin and yang yang in the middle will implicate many people. I believe Miss Jiang doesn't want to see that situation, right?"

Zhao Zhen's operation of courtesy first and soldiers later made Jiang Yi laugh.

Persuasion fails to counter-warning?
Delusion to let him be more acquainted and retreat in spite of difficulties?

It's simply a fantasy.

He bit the word Miss Jiang very hard, wasn't he just warning him?

Implicated?

Jiang Yi knew it right away.

Jiang must have contributed to this matter, even if he is not the beneficiary, he is also an accomplice.

On the surface, they have nothing to do with Zhao Zhen, but they are actually a nest of snakes and rats.

Faced with such a scene, let her take care of the overall situation?

When did she, Jiang Yi, have such a bodhisattva heart?

"Mr. Zhao is warning me?"

Zhao Zhen corrected her wording: "It's telling the situation."

"Whose situation? Zhao's? Jiang's? Mine?"

Jiang Yi asked.

Without waiting for Zhao Zhen to answer, she said again: "If it's from the Zhao family? What does it have to do with me? If it's from the Jiang family, how much affection do you think a daughter who was sent out to marry has for the family? Myself?"

She sneered: "Mr. Zhao thinks my situation is worrying?"

Zhao Zhen's face suddenly darkened.

Staring at Jiang Yi with a somewhat imperceptible coldness.

Thoughts surged in my heart.

Jiang Yi has reason to believe that if Fu Xiting hadn't been behind her as a backer, Zhao Zhen would have killed her thousands of times already.

"Miss Jiang would like to thank herself for marrying a good man."

Jiang Yi's contemptuous laughter came out, she first looked down at the teacup in her hand, and her slender nails tapped slowly on the cup.

"Mr. Zhao's words are purely a dog picking a mouse."

Mind your own business.

"Wenzhu, see off the guests."

When Jiang Yi's call sounded from the reception room, Wen Sirui pushed the door open and entered.

Looking at Zhao Zhen who was sitting on the sofa, he stretched out his hand and said please.

Zhao Zhen got up with a cold snort, and looked down at Jiang Yi who was sitting on the sofa: "I hope Miss Jiang won't regret what I did today."

"Mr. Zhao, go slowly."

"I also advise Mr. Zhao that if you walk too much at night, you will always encounter ghosts."

Zhao Zhen turned around fiercely, and when he reached the door, he felt a little dizzy for no reason.

When I walked to the door, I only felt that my footsteps were a little sloppy, and my figure was a little shaky.

Obviously feeling top-heavy and a little unsteady.

But because he was standing on Jiang Yi's territory at this time, the arrogance in his bones did not allow him to show any strangeness at this time.

Walking to the stairs, Zhao Zhen's feet softened and he fell headlong.

fell from the second floor.

People in the entire office area watched in shock as the middle-aged man rolled down from the second floor.

(End of this chapter)