Mr. Fu's little ancestor is reborn

Chapter 258 What kind of medicine did you take?

Fu Xiting skipped work with his wife today.

When she returned to Yu Garden, she seemed to have thought of something, her eyes fell on the man's face, and she hesitated to speak.

The man seemed to see her worry at a glance, and his gentle palm fell on her back, caressing lightly: "Go back."

Jiang Yi's heart stabilized.

It's not that she doesn't like Meng Shu, it's just that she doesn't like to be controlled, and although Meng Shu has never said it outright, her words, deeds and eyes are controlled from time to time.

She didn't like it, and it was reasonable.

Yu Garden, Jiang Yi just entered, and after a while, he ran over with his tail upright and meowing. Jiang Yi bent over to pick it up, and rubbed it in his arms.

The rubbed cat fur flew around.

Although Fu Xiting has cats, it doesn't mean he likes cats. That Meishang was there when Yu Garden was first built. It was originally a stray cat, and it swaggered around to eat and drink all day long.

Although it is accepted, the range of activities of cats is limited, and people are absolutely not allowed to go up to the second floor.

It was only after Jiang Yi came that this difficult life improved.

Jiang Yi hugged it and gave it to Fu Xiting. The man took a step back and said in disgust, "Hair loss."

Jiang Yi also thought about it, yes, the expensive suit was stained with hair, the trouble was not Fu Xiting, but Suxin and the others who took care of it.

Jiang Yi stroked Waita's soft hair with a half-smile, Jiao Didi said: "Wait a minute, did you see, this is the stepdad."

The man paused while taking off his suit, and turned around slowly to look at Jiang Yi, his eyes narrowed slightly, with a slight smile.

"Step dad?"

Jiang Yi glanced at the person: "Enhuh."

Fu Xiting snorted and glanced at Suxin. The latter, being very sensible, left the living room with her servants and gave the space to the couple.

It is rare for both of them to be at home during the day.

Even on weekends, the moments when both of them are together are few and far between.

Jiangyi's career is just starting, and Fu Xiting's territory is expanding.

The two of them devoted a large number of hours to work every day.

Like today?rare.

As soon as Suxin left, Jiang Yijiang let go of her hand and let her go. Wait a minute.

The man stepped over and wrapped Jiang Yi in his arms, and his generous palm fell on her lower back, with a low voice, muttering to himself: "Who is the real father?"

"Dad is a species with fur, why don't you look for it?" Jiang Yi grabbed Fu Xiting's palm with his backhand.

Keep him from running amok around his waist.

Fu Xiting pulled his lips, bowed his head and kissed her thin lips.

In the afternoon, the two of them seemed to have this kind of leisure and elegance, nestling on the sofa and flipping through a book that hadn't been opened for a long time.

The boss fled, and the subordinates died.

When Guan Qing was tortured by the vice presidents and couldn't breathe, he held back Juyi and called Fu Xiting.

The latter hung up the phone directly.

Jiang Yi glimpsed Guan Qing's name from the corner of his eye, and leaned lazily on Fu Xiting: "No answer?"

The man flipped a page of the book with his slender fingertips, and casually spit out two words: "Troublesome."

Holding the hung up phone, Guan Qing fell into deep doubt for a moment.

Holding the phone for a while, I don't know what to do.

He was silent for a while, and then his eyes fell on Wu Jiangbai.

Wu Jiangbai took a step back: "The boss is in a relationship, what do you think I am doing?"

"You're married, what kind of relationship are you talking about? Tens of thousands of mouths waiting to be fed rely on Fu Dong to support their families!"

Wu Jiangbai rolled his eyes, reached out and patted Guan Qing's shoulder: "Young man, work is not the whole of life, and it will never be the whole of life."

Guan Qing: .
That night, Jiang Yi gave the chef in Yuyuan a holiday.

Let Suxin buy the ingredients in the afternoon, and cook by herself in the evening.

The habits left over from the previous life, once encountered in life are difficult to solve, or feel that I have not had a good rest for a long time.

She will choose to rest and cook for herself at home.

Treat yourself physically and mentally.

That evening, Fu Xiting was sitting at the dining room table with a notebook in front of his eyes, and the kitchen door was wide open.

Jiang Yi was busy between the stoves in home clothes and an apron.

There were softly chanted French songs playing on the stereo, and air-conditioned air blew out along the air vents, making the flowers on the table bend slightly.

The petals of the hydrangea are shaking scatteredly.

From time to time, the hostess looked up from the computer screen and landed on the hostess in the kitchen.

Jiang Yi washed the seafood, and the sound of the brushes rang intermittently in the kitchen.

The sideburns hang down loosely, and there is a sense of tranquility in the whole person who has retreated from a high position.

At 45:[-], the sun has not yet set.

Jiang Yi's figure left from the stove, squeezed a cup of watermelon juice, and gave a cup to Fu Xiting who was looking down at the documents.

A faint thank you came from the man's lips.

Jiang Yi leaned against the kitchen door with a cup in her hand, and the oven behind her made the sound of working.

Here in the evening dining-room, amidst the scent of flowers and the muffled French songs, she had thoughts of heart-to-heart talk.

It was probably in Fu Xiting that she saw the long-lost sense of security.

Or maybe it was the low mood in my heart that wanted to find a breakthrough.

So, she took a sip of watermelon juice and moistened her throat: "I met an acquaintance today."

Fu Xiting respected her very much.

This respect is reflected in all aspects of life.

When Jiang Yi wanted to talk, the man took his eyes and hands away from the computer keyboard.

Leaning on the dining chair with watermelon juice in hand, looking at his lover.

And in response to her words, try to be a good listener: "Acquaintances from previous lives?"

Jiang Yi nodded, looking far away, looking into the distance, as if recalling something: "A peacekeeping officer."

"In 07, war broke out in the western region of the world. As an international negotiator, I was sent to withdraw from China. After hundreds of hours of negotiations with the other party, we reached an agreement. We left the airport at 78 o'clock the next day. , when our plane flew up, they stopped fighting, but when the plane was about to take off, a |peace|military|officer rushed out of the crowd and told me to leave because his wife was not on the plane , I sternly accused him of violating the orders of his superiors, and scolded him for not treating everyone's life as his life, and told him that the task I received this time was to bring back [-] trapped people, and the loss of one was due to my work mistakes , So, he wrote me an apology on the plane."

"As far as the country is concerned, there is no shortage of soldiers. As far as the Yu family is concerned, my wife has only me as the only husband. This is the reason why I must go down. She has traveled thousands of miles just because she loves me, and I cannot abandon her," Jiang Yi Spoken out the content of the letter of guilt.

Fu Xiting listened, and when Jiang Yi's words stopped, he asked, "What happened next?"

"I heard they died."

"It is true that the upper management sent someone to contact that party, confirmed the matter, and then canceled his account and whereabouts."

Jiang Yi took a sip of the juice from the cup, lowered her eyes and smiled slightly: "But today, I saw him."

Fu Xiting looked at Jiang Yi, considered it for a while, and then said in a steady voice: "A person's life and death has nothing to do with you. The reason why you are shocked today is because the first impression he gave you is different from others, right?"

At that time, Jiang Yi was only thinking about her career, and the life and death of other people's wives had nothing to do with her.

What is related to her is the attitude of which officer treats his wife, or in other words, the true love in times of war.

Fu Xiting could tell that Jiang Yi didn't seem surprised at all, she nodded: "Indeed."

"I never believed that someone would willingly die for love at the critical moment of life and death. It's strange to say that I grew up in a loving environment with parents, but love was a joke to me at the time. Later, Through the matter of Qian Xingzhi, I have conducted a long period of reflection and self-dissection. I think that it is probably the reason why I followed my parents in the hospital since I was a child. Believe that there are alternatives in this world.”

Fu Xiting listened carefully to Jiang Yi's words, and grasped the only emotion from her deep emotions.

"Is his wife still alive?"

"Dead," Jiang Yi replied.

"How did a person with no identity come back? Smuggling?"

Jiang Yi nodded.

Fu Xiting remained silent for a while, probably knowing what Jiang Yi meant, he put down the cup in his hand, walked towards Jiang Yi, hugged him into his arms, and said softly, "If you want to help him, I support you. "

Jiang Yi was stunned: "Aren't you afraid of getting yourself into trouble?"

"That depends on who caused the trouble."

"If it were you, I would be willing."

Jiang Yi's hand holding the cup trembled.

She took a shallow sip of the watermelon juice, and responded with a faint smile: "Director Fu, do you know that I look very unprincipled like this."

Fu Xiting tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, and responded to Jiang Yi with a light smile: "I don't want these things in front of you."

"Mrs. Fu, for the sake of my stomach, I think I need to remind you."

Jiang Yi raised his chin: "Say it."

"The pot is burnt."

Jiang Yi gasped and said something about my oysters.

Then hurried into the kitchen.

Fu Xiting watched, unable to hide the smile in his eyes.

Said a fool lightly.

On this day, Jiang Yi returned to Yu Garden.

Yi Tian returned to the Jiang family.

Fortunately, Jiang Chuan was busy with work and not at home during this time.

Avoid the visual quarrel picture.

Jiang Ze and Yi Tian came out of the turmoil.

Once upon a time, many people envied the life between these two people.

But now?

The good life has become a feather in the ground.

And the chicken feathers are flying all over the sky.

Nowhere is peace.

Those who are very young and say that they don't want rights because of love, after a certain age, all their ideas will change, and what is left is only what he wants and needs in his heart.

And Yi Tian believed in Jiang Ze's sweet words at the beginning, so that now------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

In the living room, she reached out to gather the documents on the coffee table together.

Before he had time to get up, the servant came to tell him that someone was coming to see him.

"Who?"

Yi Tian was puzzled.

"The other party said it was the manager of the legal department of Dongting Group."

Hearing the words of Dongting Group, Yi Tian was stunned: "Please come in quickly."

When Guo Siqing came in, he saw Yi Tian put away all the documents on the desktop and ordered the servant to prepare tea.

Guo Siqing stretched out her hand to stop her: "Madam Jiang, don't be busy, I'll leave as soon as I say something."

"There will be entertainment later."

After hearing this, Yi Tian stopped his movements.

Guo Siqing pushed over a document with a bank card inside.

"I'm here today at the entrustment of Mr. Fu. Mr. Fu wants to buy the apartment you bought in the name of Mrs. Fu from you."

Guo Siqing pushed the document over: "This is the contract, you just need to sign it."

"The owner of this bank card is Mrs. Fu. Mr. Fu knows that you have concerns, so he deliberately used Mrs. Fu's name."

Yi Tian returned the things: "I'm not doing it for money."

"Of course I know," Guo Siqing agreed, and when the servant came over with the teacup, she paused until the servant left, and continued: "Since ancient times, parents have planned for their children to hope that their children will have enough confidence in the future. Worried about an accident, and Director Fu asked me to do this today, the meaning is quite obvious, so you can rest assured, he will not let such an accident happen, Director Fu also asked me to bring you a sentence, Miss Jiang is his Wife, it should be taken care of by him, he is very grateful for your kindness to Miss Jiang, and he would never dare to let you continue to spend money."

Yi Tian looked at the document unmoved, and had no intention of signing it at all.

Guo Siqing came here today with an order, and if she fails to complete the task, she will inevitably be scolded when she returns home, so she patiently persuaded Yi Tian: "Mrs. Jiang, you should rest assured that Mrs. Fu is a man."

Fu Xiting bought the house that Yi Tian bought for Jiang Yi in full.

It was only when she opened the file that she realized how delicate Fu Xiting was.

The house is still under Jiang Yi's name, but the money she spent to buy the house has returned to her.

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That night, Jiang Yi cooked a seafood dinner.

The original plan was a seafood feast, but in the end, because the pot was burnt, there was only a seafood porridge and a steamed oyster that was not very good.

Fu Xiting looked at the food on the table, feeling a little worried for a while.

I thought to myself, the little girl is really unreliable in doing things.

"Don't eat?" Jiang Yi raised his eyebrows slightly.

Fu Xiting picked up the chopsticks and cooperated with Jiang Yi's performance.

Halfway through the meal, Mr. Fu seemed a little worried, looked at his lover, and asked cautiously: "Can you make a suggestion?"

Suggest?

Is it just to get something to eat?

Jiang Yi knew it without thinking.

She was holding the bowl, touching the spoon in the porcelain bowl, and looked at Fu Xiting with a smile: "Before you make a suggestion, let me tell you a story!"

Fu Xiting sat across from Jiang Yi, staring at her, waiting for her story.

Jiang Yi's hands continued to move, the spoon was still swimming along the edge of the bowl, and the casual tone sounded in his voice: "Once upon a time, there was a man who liked to give advice. Not long after, he got married and extended this habit to his own family. Wife, later, guess what happened to him?"

Fu Xiting felt something was wrong when he heard the first sentence.

It's storytelling?
This is threatening him.

"Dead?" Even though he knew that Jiang Yi was talking nonsense, he still asked.

Jiang Yi nodded: "Almost!"

Fu Xiting: ...
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"I gave you money and asked you to do things for me. Is that how you do things for me?" In the car, Lin Qinghe looked at the man wearing a hat beside him, furious.

The whole body is full of anger.

Like a volcano about to erupt.

After Zhao Zhen died, he became more and more uneasy.

I feel uneasy every day, even when I sleep, I will be woken up by fright, always thinking that someone will come to ask for my life.

After all, he was also involved in Jiang Fu's incident.

If Zhao Zhen's death is because of Jiang Fu

Then the next person to die, will he be himself?

It was hard for Lin Qinghe not to panic.

"You only said that you asked me to clean her up, but you didn't say how to do it. It's true that you gave me money to do things, but didn't I do it?"

Qian Xingzhi's cold tone sounded.

Lin Qinghe looked at the man with disbelief.

At the beginning, I don't know if I listened to someone's nonsense saying that knowing someone is very cruel, as long as the money is in place, you can talk about anything.

This is what is easy to say?

"Are you trying to smash your own signboard?"

Shop sign?

Qian Xingzhi sneered: "Are you sure I smashed my signboard?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Before Mr. Lin asked me to do something, he didn't tell me that she was Fu Xiting's woman. No matter which streets and alleys you go across the country, ask to see who doesn't know Fu Xiting. Mr. Lin wants me to earn my life. Money is wasted."

Lin Qinghe was taken aback for a moment, staring at Qian Xingzhi, speechless for a while.

Who is Qian Xingzhi?A person crawling out of the dead.

When he caught the indecision in Lin Qinghe's eyes, he stretched out his hand fiercely and grabbed Lin Qinghe's neck.

The pinched Lin Qinghe's face was pale.

Qian Xingzhi brought the person in front of him like a chicken, gritted his teeth and warned him: "You have only heard that I am capable, but have you never heard that I am not tolerant of other people's schemes?"

Bang——Lin Qinghe's head was pressed against the window of the car, and the explosion-proof glass thumped, making him dizzy.

Before he could react, Lin Qinghe was thrown out of the car.

The black people in front of them roared away.

He slammed the floor furiously.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Yi came out of the study after finishing his work.

After washing, he was wiping his hair with his head tilted.

He poured a glass of water and brought it to the dresser, opened the drawer and took out the bottle, shook out two pills and just threw them into his mouth.

At the door of the bedroom, the man's faint doubt sounded: "What are you taking? Medicine?"

Before Jiang Yi responded, Fu Xiting had already stepped over, walked to her side and picked up the bottle on the dressing table to look at it.

Jiang Yi was inexplicably frightened into a cold sweat.

Of course he didn't know what was in the bottle, and luckily Yi Tian used the bottle to round up the cost of the pills every once in a while.

Otherwise, Fu Xiting will take it today.

I'm afraid it will be another storm.

The person who had just taken a shower felt a dense layer of cold sweat on his back for no reason.

And the limbs feel cold as if they don't belong to me.

Fu Xiting held the bottle and looked around for a while, narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, and looked back at Jiang Yi: "Vitamins?"

Jiang Yi's heart kept pounding, and her complexion turned pale for a moment, but only for a moment, she pretended to be careless, wiped her wet hair with a towel, and hummed lightly.

　Fu Xiting: Contraception?Want to quarrel?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)