Mr. Fu's little ancestor is reborn

Chapter 252 Chapter 253
Sihan froze, looking at Jiang Yi.

Seeing people with a calm expression, she suddenly realized that she was not someone she could trust.

Only when a person faces outsiders, will he speak with calculations and tricks.

He drove through a few red lights all the way and didn't get Jiang Yi's thanks, but saw through her defense.

Sihan stared at Jiang Yi with his cup in his hand, the guesses in his eyes tumbling again and again.

"You think I'm going to hurt you?"

How could Jiang Yi not see through the disappointment in Sihan's eyes, but so what?
Today, she was wearing a white silk nightgown, and her face was tender and supple after applying skin care products. She was leaning on the sofa with a lazy and loose posture.

Sihan had to admit that Jiang Yi was a stunner.

The charm revealed from the bones is unmatched.

Her bones are better than her skin.

Everyone in the capital knows that Yi Tian is a first-class beauty, no matter when she was young or now.

If he didn't have a good appearance, how could Jiang Ze be willing to sever ties with his family back then.

As for Jiang Yi, it was undoubtedly inherited to some degree.

"You can't say that," she picked up her glass and took a sip of water.
"The earliest origin of the word cautious is to describe a person's character, not to target a certain person. If you tell me, I must be happy. As for whether it will harm me, I will naturally believe you."

"But the result of Zhao Zhen's matter is not important anymore."

The next day, Sihan realized what Jiang Yi meant by "unimportant".

He got up in the morning and went downstairs with his hair like a chicken coop, when he heard Si Bai's cold snort.

"Fu Xiting is indeed Fu Xiting."

Mengyao stood aside and echoed: "Boss Fu's move is what we expected, but I didn't expect the time to be so good. When I went out in the morning, I heard that the Dongting Group building was lit all night last night. Tongming, dozens of bosses didn’t even bring Fu Dong home.”

Isn't this the intensive preparation?

Fu Xiting didn't use Dongting's name, but borrowed the help of a foreign company to persuade Zhao Zhen's partners to withdraw their investment in Zhao's family.

Once Zhao Zhen died, the building of the Zhao family would inevitably collapse.

If the building collapses, something needs to be supported, and who else has this capital in the whole country besides Fu Xiting?
The Zhao family in foreign capital markets must not believe it.

He could only jump into the pit dug by Fu Xiting.

And I have to thank him while dancing.

What a masterful method.

"Stand up again," Si Bai snorted softly, his tone full of disdain.

Meng Xi followed closely: "Bo Dong seems to have planned this matter long ago, and Zhao Zhenzhi's death is under his control, I'm afraid———."

This matter has nothing to do with Fu Xiting, but she didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence.

"Don't be afraid, the husband and wife have a total of [-] minds, and it's not like one family doesn't enter the other family." This matter is probably not only related to Fu Xiting, but also related to Jiang Yi.

Maybe the journey from Zhao Zhen to Jiang Yien's site was planned early in the morning.

"Zhao Zhen should have died a long time ago, but he was hanging his life. Now that it's time for him to die, all this is just right."

Listening to Si Bai's analysis, Mengyao frowned slightly: "Then they were having a preparatory meeting when we went yesterday?"

Si Bai didn't answer, but the meaning was right.

Sihan stood on the stairs and listened to the chat between the two, and thought of Jiang Yi's words.

"If you die, you die. Why are you so surprised?"

It turned out that all of this was under her control.

"Second Young Master," Mengyao nodded slightly when she saw Sihan come down.

Si John made a sound.

"Eat first," Si Bai stopped talking.

Then he glanced at Mengyao who was standing aside: "Together."

Mengyao shook her head: "I have eaten."

Si Bai picked up the spoon and gave a pause: "What did you eat?"

"I bought two buns on the way here." Mengyao answered truthfully.

Si Bo: ... "Can my breakfast here poison you to death?"

Mengyao didn't speak, but stared at Si Bai, and there was a moment of stalemate between the two.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Sihan hurriedly smoothed things over: "Have a cup of soy milk, auntie freshly grinds it, for beauty."

In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Yi was about to go out, and Fu Xiting returned home.

Watching the man get off the car and stride forward, Jiang Yi stood at the door with her bag in hand.

What came to mind was the phone call yesterday, and there was a faint tremor in her heart. What flashed in Jiang Yi's mind was the scene of the quarrel before going out today. According to her understanding of Fu Xiting, this person will definitely ask questions.

Jiang Yi thought of a hundred possibilities in his heart.

But the facts proved that she judged the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

The man who hadn't slept all night came up to him and didn't intend to quarrel with her. Fu Xiting stretched out his hand to touch her waist symbolically, and said softly, "Go to the company?"

"En," Jiang Yi responded.

"There are reporters at the door, let the guards follow," Fu Xiting reminded.

Then his eyes fell on Fang Chi, Fang Chi understood in seconds, nodded, and sent Jiang Yi to the company.

When I entered the company, sure enough, the reporters who had been rampant a few days ago retreated outside the security line, and no one dared to rush forward.

No need to think about it, it must be Fu Xiting's method.

After what happened last time, Fu Xiting took a drastic step to clean up several media outlets.

After all, there are a lot of people who depend on this industry for their livelihood, and everyone who says they are not afraid is lying.

One sentence from Fu Xiting can make their years of hard work come to nothing.

There is no need to take this risk for a piece of news.

The chances of the civilians winning the struggle against the capitalists are slim.

The first thing Jiang Yi did when he entered the office was to ask Wen Sirui to carry some boxes of mineral water to the reporters.

The employees didn't understand very well, and murmured: "These people outside use the tip of their pens to smear our Mr. Jiang wantonly, and Mr. Jiang still wants to send them water?"

Ai Hao nodded the opponent's head: "Send water strategically, and you will know it later."

But having said that, this style of behavior is really similar to Jiang Fuji.

The resemblance made him feel that the two were the same person.

"Come over with President Li in the afternoon, and meet in the evening," Wen Sirui told Jiang Yi about today's itinerary.

"it is good."

"I have your package this morning. It was placed at the front desk and brought to you."

Jiang Yi tapped the table and motioned her to put it on the table.

Wen Sirui continued to report the itinerary, Jiang Yi opened the drawer and took out a utility knife from it, and then cut open the box.

In just a moment, Jiang Yi closed the opened box with a subtle expression on his face.

Seeing this, Wen Sirui was a little worried: "What's wrong?"

"Let Fang Chi come up, you go down first."

Jiang Yi put one hand on the box and tapped her fingertips, with a thoughtful face on her face, she took out her mobile phone with the other hand to call Sihan.

When Fang Chi came up, he heard Jiang Yi's cold words: "Go to work at nine o'clock, now one minute after nine o'clock, don't you want to do it?"

Sihan held his mobile phone on the other side and looked at the road blocked by reporters, and he was almost crying: "I really can't understand why you choose the address of the company on this broken road, literary? French? Beautiful ?The environment is good? Go to the homes of those rich people in the capital and ask, who would come to this road in broad daylight? You won’t choose the company’s address here, your husband has many buildings, you can choose one at random, it’s a hundred times better than here, right?”

Si John frantically complained and honked the horn frantically.

"I've been stuck 20 meters away from the company's gate for 10 minutes. It's a crime."

Bang——Jiang Yi only heard the sound of a car door.

Within three to five minutes, John came in.

Panting and hurrying, it seems that he has seen something shocking and weeping ghosts and gods.

Jiang Yi stared at him, and asked the essence: "Did you throw away the car?"

"threw."

"It's not easy for these little bastards to park their cars. Don't even think about getting in and out."

Sihan directly put the car across the middle of the road, that's all, and he also called the police while running into the company.

Let him move the car?

just wait!
The corner of Jiang Yi's mouth twitched, thinking, the second generation ancestor is still the second generation ancestor, and there is plenty of capital.

Jiang Yi hooked his fingers and asked the two to come over: "I'll show you something good."

"I'm talking about it," Sihan walked over in a muttering voice, and Jiang Yi opened the box directly.

Suddenly, a retching sound resounded in the office.

Sihan covered his mouth, and looked at Jiang Yi, who didn't change his expression but was still a little excited, with an expression of disbelief: "What is this?"

"It's pig's heart, pig's liver, etc." Jiang Yi didn't look carefully, but it was pretty close.

A bloody smell spread in the office, and Jiang Yi closed the lid of the box: "You two's task today is to send these things back the same way. Of course, it's not impossible to add something."

Sihan: ... "I won't go, it's disgusting."

"Then you are laid off!" Jiang Yi waved him out.

Fang Chi glanced at Sihan, and walked away with the box in his arms without any disturbance: "You old man, why don't you dislike it when you eat it?"

Sihan was stunned, and looked at the two with disbelief: "Are you two perverts?"

Si Han followed Fang Chi out, his mind was full of bloody images in the box.

"No, it's too disgusting, I'm going to vomit."

It's not difficult to find someone, let alone a person with traces of existence.

It didn't take long for Fang Chi and Sihan to find him.

Following Jiang Yi's wishes, he changed the content of the item and sent it back to him.

The son of a newspaper reporter, because the company was bought by Fu Dong, did not dare to attack Fu Dong, so he extended his poisonous hand to Jiang Yi.

I went to the vegetable market early in the morning to buy these bloody things, and I personally disguised them as packages and sent them over.

Also a talent.

Fang Chi looked at the seventeen or eighteen-year-old child in front of him, and felt troubled for a while.

I am not going to embarrass others anymore, so I call the police directly.

It was already afternoon when Fu Xiting got the news, and when Fang Chi settled the matter and called, Wu Jiangbai was standing behind Fu Xiting to report on his work.

They talked about the Zhao family's affairs.

The Zhao family is now in chaos.

The most messy thing is not how much harm Zhao Zhen's death has done to the Zhao family.

Nor is it the damage caused by the Zhao family enterprise being emptied.

It was Ming Shu, who took a paternity certificate and stood on the TV station.

Called the police.

I want the law to give her justice.

Zhao Zhen's death is equivalent to the loss of the cash cow. It is difficult for an incapable woman with a seven or eight-year-old child to gain a foothold in this world. The Xiaojia Biyu who came out became a wealthy wife who spent a lot of money. For a while, without money, it was worse than killing her.

Ming Shu stood in the police station, followed by reporters.

Crying about the truth about her relationship with Zhao Zhen, when a mistress who violated morality stood on the miserable side and said that she was forced by Zhao Zhen at that time and that he forced her to have the child, everything changed.

A dead man is branded a rapist.

A seven or eight-year-old child has become the crystallization of suffering.

All this will be greatly magnified.

The media, on the other hand, are the best at adding fuel and vinegar to write these romantic things.

And all of this is due to Fu Xiting.

In the early hours of last night, Fu Xiting took Guan Qing to Mingshu's residence, knocked on the door and entered, and had a half-hour conversation with him.The content of the conversation is unknown.

Until today's news came out, they thought that this lady who knew the three things was either threatened by Director Fu, or accepted the benefits of Director Fu.

An enemy's enemy is a friend. Let Mingshu come out to disturb the Zhao family's sight, so they can let go.

"Newspaper?" Wu Jiangbai's statement of work report was stopped by Fu Xiting's anger with a questioning tone.

Fu Xiting held the mobile phone, with a thin layer of anger on his body.

"Yes," Fang Chi responded on the other side of the phone.

Fu Xiting frowned, and was silent for a few seconds: "I'm 17 years old, I'm already legally responsible."

Fang Chi was taken aback. It seemed that Director Fu was not going to make a big deal into a small one.

In the afternoon, Jiang Yi saw off the clients, and just as she was about to enter through the courtyard door, she saw a woman wearing a mask and hat covering herself tightly across the street.

The two looked at each other.

The man came towards her, but she stood still.

She didn't recognize him until he came up to him: "It's you."

"Mrs. Fu still remembers me!" Ming Wan's voice lowered, with a hint of sarcasm.

"Is something wrong?"

Ming Wan lowered her head and smiled, reaching into her pocket, as if she wanted to take out something from Li Mina.

"It's nothing, it's just that someone forced me to kill you."

After saying that, in the blink of an eye, a knife glowing with white light came towards Jiang Yi.

She quickly took a step back, and Ming Wan followed closely as if she had been prepared.

The knife stabbed fiercely at Jiang Yi's waist and abdomen.

For a moment, Jiang Yi stretched out his hand to hold the blade, then raised his leg and kicked Ming Wan's stomach.

"Come here," Jiang Yi's call sounded in the yard of the office.

A group of reporters across the street saw this scene and pressed the shutter with their cameras.

This is a person standing on the side of the street, and the news is delivered to the door.

Jiang Yi waved his hand and threw the knife in his hand to the grass beside him.

Just as she was about to go towards Ming Wan, she saw Ming Wan pull out a knife from the other pocket, ready to kill herself.

She was startled.

And Fang Chi, who rushed over, hurried over and kicked the knife in her hand away.

"Little lady."

"Mr. Jiang."

Worries arose one after another.

Jiang Yi held the injured hand, his face pale: "Call the police first."

(End of this chapter)