Mr. Fu's little ancestor is reborn

Chapter 262 Chapter 263
Jiang Yi was carried into the bedroom by Fu Xiting in a coma,

The man put her on the bed, his eyes fell on the hickey on her neck, and he couldn't bear it.

After recovering his sanity, Fu Xiting's mind was full of Jiang Yi's no|no.

The man stayed by the bed for a long time, and stretched out his hand to gently cover Jiang Yi with the quilt.

Call Suxin to take care of her.

At 02:30 in the morning, I drove out of Yu Garden in person.

Yu Garden is tens of kilometers away from the manor. Fu Xiting drove all the way to the manor, and saw the doctor come out of the house before entering.

When Wen Qi saw Fu Xiting, his heart skipped a beat.

In the early morning of June 2010, 24, Fu Xiting appeared at the gate of the manor wearing a white shirt.

The last time this happened was years ago when I learned of my father's death.

This sudden feeling made Wen Xi unable to recover for a while.

Looking closely at Fu Xiting, there are dense bloodstains on this man's white shirt.

It looked like he had just come out of a struggle.

Wen Qi has stayed in Fu's house for many years. If she said she was afraid of anyone, Fu Xiting was definitely No.1. She had never seen a boy who was so cruel and ruthless, and she had never seen a boy who would pinch his mother. neck wanted to send her into the abyss.

Wen Qi's eyes trembled: "Sir."

"Get out of the way," Fu Xiting said with a dark face.

"Sir, madam fainted and still in a coma," Wen Qi said eagerly, as if trying to stop Fu Xiting's pace.

"Get out of the way," Fu Xiting said again, stretched out his hand to push Wen Qi away, and strode in by himself.

"Sir," Wen Qi staggered, and hurriedly followed.

Seeing Fu Xiting striding upstairs, her steps became more and more eager, for fear of being late and any accidents would happen.

"Sir," Wen Qi said anxiously.

Following Fu Xiting upstairs step by step, I saw Fu Xiting stretch out his hand to push open the bedroom door, and saw him standing stiffly at the door of the bedroom.

Everything in this world seems to have stopped.

became a dead thing.

The person sitting beside Meng Shu's bed turned around slowly, looking at Fu Xiting at the door, his face gradually changed from gentleness at the beginning to surprise.

Wen Qi suddenly felt that it was too late.

It was too late, when Fu Xiting's gaze fell on Shiyue, Wen Qi closed his eyes, feeling a sense of despair rising from the bottom of his heart.

The two have known each other since they were young, and they thought it was a golden marriage, but after that kind of thing happened, the good golden marriage can only become a bubble in the end, and become a passing cloud.

When Shiyue looked at Fu Xiting, layers of mist gradually rose in her surprised eyes, blocking her sight. Under the light and shadow, Fu Xiting's figure began to whirl.

The mist filled the air, and the past was about to burst out of my mind, and was driven into the abyss by Fu Xiting's indifferent questioning voice: "Who asked you to come back?"

The happy past in Shiyue's mind was abruptly broken, like a complete city wall with only ruins left.

She looked at Fu Xiting and almost choked up: "Three years have passed."

Fu Xiting's expression froze at first, and he looked down at her: "So Miss Shi is watching the time day and night and waiting to come back?"

Fu Xiting sneered one after another, and the beautiful fantasy in Shiyue's mind was repelled time and time again.

"Yes," she replied.

"Ask yourself, are you worthy?" Fu Xiting's indifference exploded in front of Shiyue.

Suddenly realized that the Fu Xiting in front of him was no longer the young Fu Xiting.

It is no longer the boy I met when I was a teenager. The feelings of many years have already turned into bubbles and become fleeting in the past few years of parting.

"Wen Qi, if you are eager to go home to take care of yourselves, it's not like I can't help you," Fu Xiting's voice was harsh, and Wen Qi couldn't help but tremble in his dark voice.

"You haven't invited people out yet," the man said coldly.

"Xi Ting, you can't," Shiyue exclaimed, looking at Fu Xiting with some horror.

"I can't?" Fu Xiting sneered: "What can't I? Can't invite you out? Half of your home here is also your home? Or do you think that Ms. Meng transferred the real estate of the manor to your father privately, after your father died It is logical that this place belongs to you? Shiyue, while I am thinking about the past friendship, you'd better go back to Melbourne, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Adults have the right to choose their own love. What is wrong with my dad? What is wrong with Aunt Meng? After so many years, isn't it because you are too obsessed with these things?"

Shiyue pressed on every step of the way, as if he didn't want to let Fu Xiting go, and tried hard to use words to inspire those past events in the south of the city that he had buried in his heart.

I want to pull him to recall the old past that didn't exist long ago.

Fu Xiting looked straight, looking at Shiyue, with deep eyes as if looking at something alien.

Obsession too deep?

Yes, it is not suffering if the suffering does not happen to them.

That's why they can stand on the moral high ground to comment and criticize others.

On this day, Wen Qi thought that Fu Xiting would make a big move, but he never thought about it. Fu Xiting stepped in, walked towards Shiyue with tears streaming down his face, walked up to her, raised his hand to wipe the tears on her face, bent slightly Leaning back, she asked her in a low and bewitching voice, "Why are you crying?"

What are you crying for?
Cry her unwillingness.

If it wasn't for the things between my father and Meng Shu, the woman standing next to Fu Xiting is her, who else is more qualified than her?

Shiyue was born studying art since she was a child. She has long hair reaching her waist, and her overall temperament is decisive. She and Jiang Yi are two extreme beauties, one is a strong woman with a successful career, and the other is a little woman influenced by art. .

But even so, Fu Xiting still made a choice between these extremes.

Shiyue looked at the man who was close at hand, her eyes were slightly red, and the tears that should have been stopped rushed out again.

The choking turned into a whimper: "Yanting."

"Crying about your own miserable experience, or crying that your father only thought about himself and not you? Shiyue, don't think I don't know that you are making money abroad under the name of Fu Xiting's ex-girlfriend. I turn a blind eye, not for you How deep the friendship is, it depends on the fact that you did a few right things when you were young, if you are obedient, go back obediently."

Bang - the man stretched out his hand to shake off Shiyue's hand that fell on his arm, and turned around full of disgust.

"Banquet," Shiyue struggled up from the ground.

Following Fu Xiting's back, he hurried over.

"Wen Qi," Fu Xiting stopped abruptly, and his cold eyes fell on Wen Qi.

The latter tremblingly called the guards to drive him out.

In the living room of the manor, Fu Xiting watched Shiyue being kicked out.

In the dark night, the woman was wearing a white dress, with long hair hanging loose, standing on the green lawn at the end of June, looking at him through the window, crying with tears in her eyes.

The people who lay on the lawn looking at the stars when they were young have long since disappeared, and now, all that remains is the scheming and indifference of adults.

The man slowly opened his eyes.

Wen Qi looked aside: "Pack up your things and go to the hospital villa. You won't have to come back to the manor in the future."

Wen Qi was startled: "Sir?"

What Meng Shu hates the most is the villa in the hospital, where there is a gate of life and a gate of death.

If you stay there for a long time, you will feel depressed.

"My kindness is limited. If you don't listen to persuasion, then go where you should go."

In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Yi woke up from sleep with aches all over her body, and stared at the cat squatting on the couch at the end of the bed in a trance.

Her mind was full of Fu Xiting's endless training with her last night.

The soreness in her lower body prevented her from doing unnecessary movements.

At 07:30, there was a noise at the door of the bedroom, probably because he didn't want to have contact with people, and the person who was awake closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Fu Xiting came in covered in sweat, Jiang Yi clearly felt the man's footsteps stop at the end of the bed, and then stepped over and reached out to put her hand outside the quilt into it.

The moment he lowered his head, Fu Xiting saw that Jiang Yi was pretending to sleep.

It's just that it hasn't been broken.

The man sighed slightly, and after a few seconds of silence, he said, "I'm going on a business trip to Haizhou today, and I'll be back on Sunday."

"If you feel bored at home alone, let mom come and accompany you."

"Or you can go back to the apartment if you want to live. I will pick you up when I come back."

The apartment Fu Xiting was talking about was undoubtedly the opposite of Zou Yin and the others.

Jiang Yi's eyelashes trembled slightly.

The man reached out and touched Jiang Yi's hair, and his apology rose in his chest: "I went too far yesterday, I apologize."

After Fu Xiting left, Jiang Yi slowly opened his eyes.

In the early morning, when he arrived at the company, Wen Sirui told Jiang Yi that he was going to a meeting in the east of the city today, and Jiang Yien said yes.

"Let Sihan prepare the car."

Wen Sirui was startled: "Sihan didn't come."

Jiang Yi looked back at Wen Sirui: "Why?"

"Director Fu dismissed him, saying that Sihan was not stable enough and not suitable for this position."

Jiang Yi:.
A driver, is it suitable or not?
Fu Xiting obviously blamed him for what happened last night.

Jiang Yi sat on the office chair, rubbed his forehead slightly, and sighed deeply,
It seems that he is trying to suppress his emotions.

Wen Sirui watched, but didn't dare to speak for a while, probably seeing that Jiang Yi was in a bad mood today.

"Let Qian Xingzhi come over," Jiang Yi took out a note paper and wrote a string of numbers on it and handed it to her.

Wen Sirui took the note and went out to call Qian Xingzhi.

"Zhao Ying seems to want to go to Shanghai to take down the Wen family's case," Wen Sirui came back after calling Qian Xingzhi, looked at Jiang Yi and cautiously reminded her.

"When?"

"The original itinerary was on Sunday, so I don't know if it will be rescheduled."

"What day is it today?"

"Wednesday," Wen Sirui informed.

Jiang Yi's slender fingertips shuttled through the hair, kneading it slowly, and lowered his eyes for a long time without giving Wen Sirui a suitable answer.

After a while, Wen Sirui plucked up his courage and shouted as if facing an abyss: "Mr. Jiang."

"Call Sihan to come." Jiang Yi still closed his eyes tightly.

"But Director Fu fired him," Wen Sirui was troubled.

Suddenly, Jiang Yi opened his eyes, staring at Wen Sirui, with a bad tone: "Is it better to listen to him or to me?"

"Who is your immediate leader?"

"Sorry." Wen Sirui was startled, and hurriedly turned around and went out to call Sihan.

She often sees indifference in Jiang Yi that does not belong to her.

The wandering made it difficult for her to see the true face of this person.

Si's, in the restaurant.

Si Bo took a table knife and spread the blueberry sauce on the bread little by little, and cast a casual glance at Sihan.

"Wake up early in the morning to be mourned, and what?"

Sihan leaned on the chair in his pajamas with his chicken coop head on his head, and sighed deeply: "This job loss is worse than being lost in love."

This feeling is like the hero who saved the vicissitudes of life was suddenly looked at by someone's arm.

Uncomfortable brains are not on the line.

"Did you fall in love with Jiang Yi?" Si Bai said nonchalantly.

Hearing these words, Sihan stopped breathing for a few seconds.

Before he could figure out what was in his heart, Si Bai sneered: "It's so pitiful."

"What's pitiful?"

"Men who like Jiang Yi are very pitiful," said Lin Jingzhou, Fu Xiting, and some people who are hidden in the depths.

"Why?" Sihan asked: "Like something or a person should not be described as pitiful, at least when you like her, the inner joy cannot be replaced by other things."

Si Bai slammed the hand holding the table knife, and Si Han continued to ask: "Can Mengyao be replaced by someone else?"

Si Bai glanced at Sihan, looked away indifferently, and put the bread in his hand into his mouth.

After a long time, he opened his mouth to remind Sihan: "If you regard Jiang Yi as a leader, you can indeed learn a lot from her, but if you regard Jiang Yi as a person you like, you will have to worry about everything except being sad." not."

After Si Bai finished speaking, he reached out and patted Sihan's shoulder.

Looking at him with a good look.

"you----."

As soon as Sihan started his rebuttal, the phone rang, and Wen Sirui's voice came: "Boss Jiang asked you to come to work."

"Didn't Chairman Fu drive me away?" Sihan said with a bit of aggrieved tone.

"Boss Fu is Boss Fu, and Mr. Jiang is Mr. Jiang. Come on, Mr. Jiang is in a bad mood today, and he will be scolded if he comes late."

When Sihan went to the company, he happened to see Qian Xingzhi and Jiang Yi coming out of the office together.

He beeped, and went up cleanly: "What do you need me for?"

"Go and check things with Qian Xingzhi," Jiang Yi told him.

"I won't be your driver anymore?" Si Bai wondered.

"Being a driver is really wronging you," Jiang Yi looked at Sihan seriously, as if coaxing a child.

Before Sihan realized what Jiang Yi meant, she left with her bag and car keys.

After watching them leave, Sihan turned his attention to Qian Xingzhi: "Who are we going to investigate?"

"Lin Qinghe."

"Why check him?"

Qian Xingzhi stared at Si Bai, but did not answer his question.

Jiang Yi personally drove out of the company this day.

Go out from the company gate and turn right into the main road. After driving less than [-] meters, a dark blue Mercedes-Benz parked opposite started. Because there are intersections around, Jiang Yi drove very slowly. She saw the blue Mercedes-Benz unlocked, and looked at a man in seven The woman in white clothes with centimeter high heels got into the car, then started the car, and finally the car ran towards her uncontrollably.

With a bang, Jiang Yi sat in the car and cursed.

She unbuckled her seat belt and opened the door to get out of the car. The woman in the opposite car got out at the same time. Jiang Yi's eyes slowly moved from the high heels on her legs to her face: "The law expressly stipulates that you cannot drive in high heels."

"What's more, you are still wearing high heels retrograde, ma'am, you are wasting other people's time like this."

At the end of June, the sun gradually became hot and dry.

The woman in white got out of the car, with an apologetic face, and apologized to Jiang Yi in Mandarin with an abc accent: "Sorry, I just came back from abroad and haven't adapted to the traffic regulations here."

"I didn't adapt to the traffic regulations, so I was able to drive crookedly? Why don't you say that I didn't adapt to the domestic steering wheel?" Jiang Yi felt unlucky.

From yesterday to today, everything is unsatisfactory.

The woman on the opposite side didn't seem to expect Jiang Yi to reply her words so domineeringly, she was a little stunned for a while, and after a few seconds, she turned around and went to the car to grab something and came back.

"I bought a cat and it went under my gas while I was driving, so that's--I'm sorry."

While talking, the woman stretched out her hand to open the car door and took out a business card from inside: "It can be seen that you are in a hurry, here is my business card, you can contact me for the follow-up repair costs."

Jiang Yi picked up the business card and glanced at it. The address of a studio and her name were printed on the plain business card.

Jiang Yi looked at the name and was stunned for a moment: Shiyue.

She seemed to feel that the name was a little familiar, and a feeling of deja vu came to her heart. She frowned and looked at Shiyue: "We knew each other before?"

Shiyue's hand holding the cat tightened, and her fingertips trembled slightly: "I probably don't know you, I have no impression of you."

Jiang Yi was not entangled, she held the business card in her hand, and looked at the car blocking her: "If Miss Shi doesn't suggest, move it?"

Shiyue hugged the cat and nodded.

A long-haired highlander, about two or three months old, looks fluffy.

Jiang Yi looked away from the cat, opened the door to get in the car, and threw the business card on the co-pilot.

Shiyue sat in the car, watching Jiang Yi's car leave through the rearview mirror.

The white kitten squatted on the co-pilot and meowed. Her mind was full of the woman in a light-colored suit with shoulder-length hair just now.

Resolutely, people mistakenly think that this person is not Fu Xiting's wife, but a secretary in his office.

Shiyue sat in the car, looking at the villa building not far away.

The fingertips landed on the steering wheel and nodded lightly, the thin red lips opened and closed slightly, and said two words with deep meaning: "Jiang Yi."

From the beginning of June 6th, the top management of the East Court knew that Fu Dong was in a bad mood.

And it's not good, it's more intense at night.

A group of subordinates who are on a business trip in Haizhou report to the boss every night like a new son-in-law meeting his mother-in-law with a bitter and bitter face.

As for Fu Xiting, his eyes wandered back and forth between documents, subordinates, and mobile phones.

Guan Qing knew without looking at it that documents and subordinates were not important, what was important was the phone and the person on the other end of the phone.

On June 6, Jiang Yi still did not contact Fu Xiting.

27, as above.

Three days in a row, no text messages, no phone calls.

Until the evening of the 28th, when Fu Xiting returned to the capital from Haizhou, he went straight to Jiangyi Company without even going to the company.

As soon as he arrived at the building, he happened to meet Sihan whistling and shaking his keys like a second-generation ancestor, preparing to leave work.

Seeing Fu Xiting for the first time, Sihan wished he could disappear on the spot.

But knowing that avoidance is inevitable, he had no choice but to bite the bullet.

"Boss Fu," Sihan called obediently and flatteringly.

Then he betrayed the boss.

"Boss Fu came to look for Mr. Jiang? Mr. Jiang's plane left for Shanghai this afternoon."

Fu Xiting:
　In order to proofread documents and find typos, I spent a lot of money to open a wps membership, I tried my best——

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