Mr. Fu's little ancestor is reborn

Chapter 247 248: It's my Fu Xiting's woman's turn to gossip with you (8000)

Everyone in this circle is a top expert.

Few are really clean hands and feet.

Who has nothing on hand?People who don't have anything can't stand in this position.

The disgusting thing about this is that some people admit that their hands and feet are not clean, but some people try to use all kinds of fancy words to turn their dirtyness into a great work.

It seems that in this way, they can leave a name in this world through the ages, and let future generations sing praises to them.

Mr. Zhao often heard about Fu Xiting's name, but he only knew that he was a master with a long halberd and was very capable.

But it was the first time that he confronted this person. When he walked all the way to Yu Garden, seeing the layout of the surrounding mountains and forests, he knew that Fu Xiting was also a person who committed a lot of crimes.

The jade belt surrounds the waist, and the river or road surrounds the house or mansion in a circle, semicircle or arc.Feng Shui is also called "belt water" or "bow water".Like the belts of senior officials in ancient times, it is affectionately connected with houses and buildings, so the residents are rich if they are not expensive. Many people have successful careers, prosperous wealth, and accumulate wealth.

If you are in the sun, you will not believe in these ghostly things, but since you believe it, it proves that Fu Xiting is not a clean person.

The old man tightened his jaw and looked up at the person in front of him: "Where can Fu Dong be better?"

Fu Xiting's slender fingertips landed on his knees, and he nodded lightly up and down: "Those who gain the Tao practice the Tao, and those who benefit from it gain benefits. Whether it's the former or the latter, everyone generously admits what they have gained." And what you want, but only when you come to Mr. Zhao, you want to get the Tao but don’t practice it. On the one hand, you are thinking hard to get the things you want, and on the other hand, you stand on the commanding heights of morality and criticize those you want. s things."

"The younger generation said a bad word here today. People are people, and ghosts are ghosts. It's not a person who wants to be a ghost, but a ghost who wants to be a person."

Fu Xiting's words were no different from bluntly insulting him.

With a bang, the teacup in front of Mr. Zhao shattered and blossomed on the ground.

Standing up with a cane, he glared at Fu Xiting with wide eyes: "Huangkou kid."

Mr. Zhao was trembling with anger.

Seeing this, the old housekeeper wanted to step over, but was stopped by Fang Chi.

The old housekeeper stretched out his hand to push Fang Chi away, but Fang Chi grabbed his wrist and stood there immobile.

"When your father is around, you have to respectfully and politely call me Mr. Zhao, what are you doing? You took chicken feathers as arrows, and you really thought that you were superior to others when you stood in a high position? You smelt of copper." Do you dare to yell at the old man in front of me?"

Mr. Zhao pointed at Fu Xiting's hand and kept shaking, his muscles tensed in anger.

What about Fu Xiting?Still leaning on the sofa contentedly, looking at the angry old man, the leisure and ease in his body formed a sharp contrast with his rage.

The man was not in a hurry, he reached out and took out a document bag from under the coffee table in the reception room.

And raised his chin: "Mr. Zhao might as well take a look."

Mr. Zhao looked at the file bag on the desktop, and then at Fu Xiting.

Putting the crutch aside, he reached for the file bag and opened the card.

Fu Xiting, on the other hand, picked up the cup of almost cold tea on the table and slowly sipped it.

"Mr. Zhao prides himself on serving the country and the people with a clean heart. He has a high integrity and never joins others. But he doesn't know that his son's hands are full of the smell of copper. If I were Mr. Zhao, I would definitely feel ashamed. You guys The father and son are really ridiculously generous. The son came to Fu Mou to beg humblely, and the father came to Fu Mou to point his finger and glared. He was furious. Your Zhao family used up all the red and white faces. In the words of my lover, such a face Big, didn’t Pacific give you a stall when you were born?”

"Moving my wife? Mr. Zhao is a good person. Fu Mou said the ugly words first. If my wife is even slightly damaged, the Zhao family will be ruined!"

This is a warning.

Mr. Zhao suddenly remembered what his friend had said to him.

One day, a friend was traveling in a different place, and the two had a long talk in the small courtyard where he was recuperating.

After a few glasses of sake, we chatted about the situation in the capital.

Referring to Fu Xiting, the friend said: "The face of a Bodhisattva, the means of thunder."

"I stepped on the corpse, and there was no blood on my body."

The rise of a commercial overlord is by no means completed in a day. Apart from means, Fu Xiting also has the tolerance to endure all difficulties in the world. Otherwise, why would he rise in a short period of time?

The business has been booming for so many years, and there is no slight decline?
Fu Xiting looked at Mr. Zhao with an ugly face, and the person holding the cup was leaning on the sofa. It was an ordinary cup of tea, but he tasted the feeling of 82-year-old tea.

"Send Mr. Zhao down."

Fu Xiting glanced at the time, it was 09:30, if Jiang Yi was fine, most of the time would be at this time, and then he went to bed and flipped through the book.

This person in front of him is really not worth his wasting too much time.

"Since Mr. Fu claims to have a clear conscience, I'd like to ask whether Mrs. Fu did what happened to Zhao Zhen."

Fu Xiting did not respond to Mr. Zhao's words, but glanced at Fang Chi, who came over and handed him a USB flash drive.

"Old Zhao, who did it, the police will give you the answer, please."

That evening, the old man returned to Zhao's house.

Seeing Bu Si in the living room, he asked about Zhao Zhen's recent situation.

Bu Sijun answered one by one, making people unable to see the slightest clue.

"You've been exhausted recently, go to bed early."

The old man said a few words politely, and was about to turn around and leave.

Bu Si called him: "Dad, did you go to Jiang Yi today? How is it?"

"I didn't see it."

Bu Si:
Yu Garden.

When Fu Xiting entered the bedroom with a teacup, he happened to see Jiang Yi coming out of the bathroom after taking a shower.

Because I didn't bring pajamas when I went in, I came out wrapped in a bath towel.

The woman stood in the bedroom with wet hair, bare feet wrapped in a towel, and her body was pink and tender because she had just taken a hot bath.

No matter which angle you look at it, it's delicious.

Take a bite and you will be able to bite out the juice.

Seeing Jiang Yi like this, Fu Xiting felt a numbness in his tailbone.

He is not a man of lust.

But definitely not Liu Xiahui.

Between meeting Jiang Yi, it's not like he never brought women in and out of various occasions
But Jiang Yi is the only serious woman.

Jiang Yi was the only woman who brought him back to bed.

He never denied Jiang Yi's charm, whether she was Jiang Yi or Jiang Fu.

it's the same.

Fu Xiting's tailbone felt densely packed up inch by inch.

Staring at Jiang Yi is like a wild wolf staring at a little white rabbit, and this little white rabbit is still a skinned little white rabbit.

Salivating?

Probably!

Jiang Yi's scalp became numb when Fu Xiting looked at him: "Is the talk over?"

She tried to soften the weirdness with words.

Fu Xiting picked up the cup, took a sip of the tea calmly, and said yes.

"Let's go, I'll get the clothes," Jiang Yi wanted to walk around Fu Xiting so he could enter the cloakroom.

The corners of Fu Xiting's lips twitched slightly, and his tone was a bit old-fashioned: "Go!"

Jiang Yi thought that Fu Xiting was a kind-hearted person, but when he went around, he realized that he was a kind-hearted person.

This dog man just waited for her to get into the cloakroom and take off her clothes.

When Jiang Yi was knocked down on the closet door, the hairs all over his body suddenly rose.

"Honey, I'm going to bear it right now, you have to accompany me to the andrology department tomorrow," the man kissed her thin lips, and the two of them almost rubbed each other.

No, no, it should be said that Jiang Yi was crushed unilaterally.

And the latter, as if he didn't want him to succeed, stretched out his hand and pushed him away: "Mr. Fu, excessive indulgence will also make you go to the andrology department, shouldn't men cherish themselves?"

Jiang Yi followed his words, and Fu Xiting laughed aloud: "The left and right are all looking at andrology, so... If you have wine today, you will be drunk today."

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When Jiang Yi recovered from the sinking, the sound of rushing water in the bedroom continued one after another.

She was half lying on the bed, and before she had time to turn over, Fu Xiting came out with a hot towel.

"Scrub."

She turned over with difficulty and rubbed against each other like a caterpillar, which caused the man to smile slightly: "Like a caterpillar."

Jiang Yi glared at him coquettishly: "Isn't it because of you?"

"My fault, be good," when the man's lips fell on her cheek, Jiang Yi only felt that there were sparks and lightning in her mind, directly hitting her heart.

It was a strange feeling of accepting and acknowledging the relationship.

She never thought that the relationship between herself and Fu Xiting would become like this.

From the suspicion and suspicion at the beginning, to the introversion now.

The current state is what they did not expect at the beginning.

The relationship between her and Fu Xiting is no longer a simple relationship, perhaps, she is not so stubborn now.

It's tough not to love.

Facing a man who does everything he says and does what he says, it's hard not to get lost in this relationship.

Jiang Yi didn't think he could escape something that no ordinary person could escape.

What's more, the man in front of him has an angelic face and a superb dual quotient.

Love is such a thing that makes people lost inch by inch and defeats their bottom line inch by inch.

Then re-establish a bottom line that includes the other party.

Jiang Yi's cheeks were buried in the pillow, and a warm towel swam over her body. From being ashamed at the beginning to accepting it now, it proved that this relationship has improved invisibly.

"Sleep first, I'm going to take a shower,"

The man kissed her hair, his soft and low tone was slightly bewitching.

Jiang Yiping was lying on the bed, looking at the widowed ceiling, and was about to let go of his thoughts to make a date with Zhou.

The voice of a text message interrupted her thoughts: "The things you want have been sent to your mailbox."

"It's true that the things in his mailbox are not clean, but many of them can't be put on Minger."

Jiang Yi looked at the content of the text message on his mobile phone, and typed out two words: face to face chat.

Just as Jiang Yi was about to put down his cell phone, a call came in. Looking at the overseas call, Jiang Yi already had a faint feeling in his heart.

But he still reached out to pick it up, and when the silence unfolded on the other side of the phone, Jiang Yi chose to speak in advance.

"Speak up if you have anything to say."

"How are you doing recently?" On the other side, Lin Jingzhou's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't drank water for many days.

A sense of familiarity emerges spontaneously.

In the capital city, there may not be people who have not drank water for many days, but in other countries, this situation is really obvious.

When she heard Lin Jingzhou's voice, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Not only out of concern, but also wanting to get an affirmative answer, Jiang Yi chose to ask: "Where are you?"

"In the place where we once narrowly escaped death together, Jiang Yi, do you know? I stand here from the street to the end, and what appears in front of my eyes is not the people who come and go in this country, but the two of us who used to be together A picture of walking on the street."

"I have been here more than once when I learned of your death, and my intuition tells me that you are not a person who bows his head so easily and would not choose to die in obscurity."

"Lin Jingzhou," Jiang Yi interrupted his fantasy.

There was a bit of annoyance in the voice that opened.

"I don't want to hear your sorrow, that's already in the past tense."

"It's the past tense for you, but it's not for me." He couldn't forget the past as easily as Jiang Yi, a person who actually existed in his life, a person who didn't die, How did he forget?How to forget?
"If you do this, it won't change anything except to make your heart feel better."

"I hope you understand," Jiang Yi finished, ready to hang up.

On the other side, Lin Jingzhou's tone was eager: "Let's meet! Zhao Zhen set up a foundry abroad privately to get bonuses, and secretly had illegal transactions with others. I got the evidence."

Jiang Yi: ...

Before Jiang Yi could respond, the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped.

"time,"

"I'm going back to the capital the day after tomorrow, at the tennis courts in the suburbs of Beijing."

Jiang Yi listened to the message and hung up the phone.

When Fu Xiting came out of the bathroom, he saw Jiang Yi pulling the quilt and sliding down.

"Can't sleep?"

"Wait for you," this kind of words came out of my mouth.

But Jiang Yi is more willing to say good things on occasions where language does not need to pay a price, after all-who doesn't love sweet words!

Obviously, this move was very useful for Fu Xiting, the man laughed, lifted the quilt on one side and hugged him into his arms.

Compared with others, the price paid for sweet talk is very little, but Jiang Yi from Fu Xiting's side soon witnessed it.

Every sweet word she said against her will will pay her due price.

The next day, Jiang Yi entered the company, and Wen Sirui handed over the documents.

"Yesterday, your brother and his company's documents have been delivered."

Jiang Yin hummed: "You can make arrangements for dinner in the evening."

"People from the company?"

"Well, people in the company."

"it is good."

In the evening, Jiang Yi told Fu Xiting to have dinner with his colleagues when it was approaching the end of get off work time.

Fu Xiting was slightly displeased: "Dinner? Why didn't I hear you yesterday?"

"It was decided temporarily," Jiang Yi could vaguely hear the displeasure in Fu Xiting's tone, and his words softened a little.

"One minute ago, I pushed back tonight's entertainment."

When Fu Xiting said this, Guan Qing was still standing in front of him, and the person who had just reported the itinerary was holding things, and he didn't know whether to go out or not.

Jiang Yi pondered for a while, frantically considering how to speak to Fu Xiting in his mind, so this person thought of a compromise: "Together?"
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Jiang Yi may be good at other things, but not necessarily when it comes to coaxing men.

In her previous life, Lin Jingzhou and Lin Jingzhou had never been accommodating in the past. Most of the times she controlled the home game. She still remembers that once in Melbourne, the two disagreed. Jiang Yi turned around and left, bought a plane ticket to return home, leaving Lin Jingzhou alone Rain on the streets of Melbourne.

It was probably after that time that Lin Jingzhou knew her temper. From now on, as long as the two of them started to quarrel, he would be the one who kept quiet and made concessions.

The difference between Fu Xiting and Lin Jingzhou is that this person will be online.

He lets you, accommodates you, depends on things.

A man with his own mind will slowly bring you to his home court and tune you into the kind of person he wants.

When Fu Xiting heard what Jiang Yi said, he raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows, feeling a headache.

He didn't seem to expect that Jiang Yi would come to this answer together.

go together?

The group of people in Jiang Yi's company are not the kind who can sit shoulder to shoulder with him in terms of knowledge, experience, and conditions.

Not to mention this, let's say that he is not a person who likes to make noise, and naturally he can't stand a group of young people, and let this group of people pull him to ask questions and make a lot of noise.

Or, looking at himself silently and silently, looking at him in various ways.

Neither of these two kinds is what Fu Xiting wants.

He sighed: "Forget it, you go!"

The corners of Jiang Yi's lips curled into a smile, and a wave of joy of success spread across his face: "Aren't you going?"

"En," Fu Xiting hung up the phone wearily, not in the mood to talk.

"In terms of entertainment arrangements," the man glanced at Guan Qing who was standing in front of him, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

Guan Qing nodded, expressing his understanding.

I thought to myself, as expected, only Mr. Fu, who was abandoned by his wife, would be serious about his career.

In the evening of this day, Wen Sirui found an open-air barbecue bar next to the company. It was a breezy night in April, and sitting on the rooftop for dinner gave me the pleasure of chatting late at night.

Furthermore, the grilling ability is strong, and it will not be embarrassing when everyone sits on the table and faces the leader.

Jiang Yi sat on the balcony, looking at his colleagues not far away, thinking about himself in his previous life.

It is not uncommon to have dinner together like this, but the atmosphere is very different from today.

If she was still Jiang Fu, where would she be now?

"Where are you going?" Sihan had just walked over with a cup, when Jiang Fu got up and was about to leave.

Jiang Fu glanced at him leisurely: "The bathroom."

The street where the company is located is called a cultural block by the locals in the capital. What does it mean?
There are probably various art galleries, concert halls, and high-end French-Italian restaurants on this street. From the street to the end of the street, there is a kind of 90s Parisian literary style.

And the people walking here have a pure awe of this street, making loud noises?It doesn't exist, and even walks softly.

Jiang Yi came down from the balcony on the second floor, and when turning a corner, he bumped into someone.

The two looked at each other, somewhat hostile.

Wu Mei looked Jiang Yi up and down: "What a coincidence, I can meet Mrs. Fu here."

Jiang Yi nodded: "It's a coincidence."

"Ms. Lin is also dining here?" Jiang Yi's polite words were somewhat indifferent.

"Mrs. Fu alone?" Wu Mei looked away from behind Jiang Yi, and chatted with Jiang Yi without answering the question.

polite?

Not really.

polite?

Of course there is no such thing.

How could Jiang Yi fail to see Wu Mei's contempt.

And she herself is not a good thing.

The words of the two of them sounded almost simultaneously with a few seconds difference between the front and the back.

And silence followed.

In the aisle of the restaurant, there was faint French music.

Jiang Yi stared at Wu Mei, but she was not in a hurry to break the stiffness. Instead, she smoked a cigarette and lit it with her hands together.

The scene where Jiang Yi lowered her eyebrows and put her hands together to light a cigarette reminded Wu Mei of an old friend.

And this old man———.

"Mrs. Fu is very similar to an old friend I know."

Jiang Yi raised her hand and took a puff of cigarette, her tone of voice could fade into a bird: "Jiang Fu?"

Then, he smiled: "Mrs. Lin, I'm curious. Is it because those people who identified me as Jiang Fu never forget the dead person or have a guilty conscience?"

This is not the first time Wu Mei recognized her as Jiang Fu.

And it wasn't the first time Jiang Yi ridiculed her.

No matter which one it is, it has verified the bad relationship between them. For a person who killed herself, she really wasted her emotions to give them half of the face.

"With a guilty conscience and never forgetting, what kind does Mrs. Fu want to hear?"

Wu Mei didn't have a good face towards Jiang Yi, probably because she felt that Lin Jingzhou left the capital to go abroad and had something to do with her.

There is more or less a bit of mutual dislike in this.

Jiang Yi lit a cigarette ash in the air. She stood in the wind, and when the ash fell, it blew on her expensive black suit along the wind.

Wu Mei only looks low-key on weekdays, without any logo on her body, but Jiang Yi knows that she is so demanding in life that she is almost abnormal, while Lin Jingzhou always thinks that her mother is plain and unpretentious, a person who doesn't like to be with her. A virtuous family and loving mother who people compare with.

How could a virtuous family and loving mother order a set of skirts worth more than 20 yuan?
Those so-called simple and unpretentious are nothing more than deceiving ghosts.

What outsiders see is only what she wants you to see.

Wu Mei's inside and outside are completely different, this is the experience she gained from the several times of back and forth confrontation with Wu Mei.

Wu Mei looked down at her skirt covered in ashes, her face slightly gloomy.

As for Jiang Yi, he didn't see it, and laughed lightly: "I don't want to hear anything."

Anything expensive is somewhat dirty once it's covered in ashes.

Whether you want it or you don't want it.

"Chairman Fu is calm and introverted, gentle and reserved, and behaves like everyone else. Does Ms. Jiang think she is worthy of the position of Mrs. Fu?"

Jiang Yi smiled. She married Fu Xiting for nearly a year. She had heard all kinds of sarcasm, but this was the first time she heard someone asking her if she was worthy of this position.

A girl in her twenties, a sister in her thirties, and even an aunt in her 60s and [-]s are here. This question has its own merits.

A smile suddenly appeared on Jiang Yi's face: "Then you come?"

Didn't it mean that I'm not worthy, you have to be worthy of you, come and feel how Fu Xiting, a man with yin and yang, eccentricity, and eyes like a honeycomb, tortures people.

She couldn't ask for more.

"噗嗤————," a sudden laugh came from behind Jiang Yi.

Turning his head, even the man raised his hand holding the cigarette: "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, this is a shared passage."

He was anxious to get rid of the relationship, and pointed to the back again.

Seeing the people behind, Jiang Yi trembled with a cigarette in his hand.

Today, not only Jiang Yi is here, but also the entertainment of Dongting Group is here. Fu Xiting travels in the business world, at home and abroad, and this person looks like a business elite, giving people a sense of calmness and reliability. There are quite a lot of friends in the mall.

Seeing someone here today, Jiang Yi only wanted to say two words: bad luck!

Fu Xiting stood behind her with one hand in his pocket, his thin lips tightly pressed, his faint gaze seemed to want to kill her.

looking at her coldly
The cigarette in Jiang Yi's hand, the ash could not be dropped.

Fu Xiting has heard friends around him mention Jiang Yi's remarks when he was out of the country more than once.

Similar to, let it be you, you take it away, then you come, you have the ability to do it, etc., and the object of what she said when she said these words was not an object, but a living person.

A husband who legally belonged only to her, her property, her property.

In her heart became a tradable item in her mouth.

Heartbroken?
Probably!

But at this moment, with many subordinates and partners behind him, even if Fu Xiting was angry, he would not let outsiders see the joke.

In his heart, Jiang Yi is his wife.

The wife's face is his own face.

Fu Xiting focused on Jiang Yi, and slowly stepped forward. When Jiang Yi was holding the cigarette that he didn't know where to throw, one big hand held her hand hanging beside her, and the other She reached out to pick up the cigarette at her fingertips, and threw it into the trash can.

Fu Xiting is not a kind person.

Whether it's Lin Han or Wu Mei, they all know it.

She once watched helplessly as Fu Xiting threw out the woman who was brought to him by others.

I also watched the former vice president of Dongting kneeling in the rain begging bitterly, while this man sat in the car like a god looking down on all living beings, controlling the life and death of others with every gesture.

Now, she saw the man reaching out to take the cigarette from her lover's hand, and then his cold eyes fell on her, with a light threat: "Madam Lin thinks my wife is worthy of this position?"

I love people.

Match or not.

Just these six words are enough to make Wu Mei tremble three times.

But in the end it was from a wealthy family.

Not wanting to appear too incompetent, he suppressed his fear and faced Fu Xiting.

"When will it be my Fu Xiting's woman's turn to be talked about by others? Or, Mrs. Lin thinks that her family is happy and her life is happy, and her life is successful enough to be someone else's life mentor? Don't take a pee and look in the mirror? Or is the rouge, gouache, skin care products and cosmetics used every day used to smear the eyes? Do you want me to get someone to wash it for you? Mrs. Lin is probably not Aristotle’s second aunt, right? Jenny Masto."

Puchi——The man who was holding a cigarette just now couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

Breaking the embarrassment of being present.

The vice presidents of Dongting tried to persuade them but dared not.

I want to persuade, because although Wu Mei is nothing, Lin Han is still a character.

I don't want to persuade, because everyone is having a hard time recently, and I don't know how this little lady has offended Mr. Fu recently.

The daily atmosphere of the Dongting Group is simply shrouded in gloom, and Fu Dong's office is comparable to Yama's interrogation hall.

Once you get in, it doesn't matter if you can't get out.

Obviously Fu Dong is planning the Zhao family recently, logically speaking, a woman sees a man supporting her, not to mention being happy and grateful, at least she should be a little grateful!
Say a few more good words to make the man happy, and things will go on smoothly, but this little lady——doesn't take the usual way.

Fu Dong's face is like Tian'er at the foot of Changbai Mountain, changing every second.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them.

I chose silence.

It is not impossible to sacrifice Wu Mei to fulfill themselves.

"It's just a woman's chat, why does Dong Fu go online like this?

Fu Xiting held Jiang Yi's hand tightly, with a cold face and a threatening tone: "His body is upright, and he will not obey orders. His body is not upright, even if he refuses to obey orders, take care of yourself."

After saying that, Fu Xiting took Jiang Yi's hand and left the stairs.

The strides made Jiang Yi stagger a little.

When he realized it, he had already been thrown into the car by Fu Xiting.

When the bang sounded in her ears, she trembled in fright.

Then Fang Chi in the car was playing Snake with his mobile phone when he was caught off guard by the sound of the door opening and he bumped his head against the wall, and the game was over.

Fang Chi sat in the driver's seat with his mobile phone and looked at Jiang Yi through the rearview mirror.

At this time, Fu Xiting was already burning with anger. Seeing Fang Chi motionless like a duck, he kicked the backrest angrily: "Get off."

Fang Chi didn't dare to delay, he opened the car door in a sloppy manner, and almost rolled and crawled out.

If Guan Qing was here, he would definitely not get out of the car at this time. Seeing that the boss is in a bad mood, and there is the boss of the partner behind him, wouldn't it be embarrassing for the boss to get out of the car now?
But Fang Chi didn't have such a high level of ideological consciousness.

After all, he is a general.

And Fu Xiting was already full of anger, but now seeing Fang Chi acting like a fool, his brain twitched with anger.

Pressing the car window and looking at Fang Chi who just got out of the car, he shouted angrily, "Get out of here."

Fang Chi: ………

Jiang Yi knew that Fu Xiting's temper was as wicked as a woman's aunt came ten times or eight times a month, and he should have been shy at this moment, but he felt that Fang Chi was so pitiful.

He said, "Why are you angry with him?"

Fu Xiting was furious that day.

The anger in his head was rising slowly, how could he not get angry with Jiang Yi?
If you say she is heartless, she will care about Fang Chi.

If you say that she has heart and lungs, she can't see her emotions at all.

Fu Xiting was on fire in his heart, and the fire on his gentle and elegant face was particularly frightening, his red eyes were like a raging lion, he reached out and threw the tie on Jiang Yi, and glared at her with red eyes: "I'm angry with you , do you care?"

Jiang Yi stared at Fu Xiting in astonishment.

She didn't know whether the man's eyes were red from drinking too much, or from forbearance.

When she raised her eyes, she directly crashed into the whirlpool of the man.

Jiang Yi suddenly felt that he couldn't look directly at Fu Xiting.

When she was about to dodge, Fu Xiting's pressing tone followed closely: "You think I don't know what your dodge recently means?"

"I want to attach myself to me, but I don't want to let myself fall, so I wandered back and forth between this pull, Jiang Yi, you are really a master, and you figured out that I must be you, so you kept going crazy on the edge again and again Stampede."

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