Mr. Fu's little ancestor is reborn

After Fu Xiting finished drying her hair, he casually put the hair dryer on the sink, and hugged Jiang Yi with his arms. The man's chin rubbed against Jiang Yi's neck: "It smells good, did you change the shower gel?"

Jiang Yien said.

Fu Xiting said again: "Will you hide it for me?"

Jiang Yi laughed: "It's just a bottle of shower gel, Mr. Fu."

"En? So which bottle is it?" Before there was no hostess in Yu Garden, Fu Xiting was quite particular about life, but he was particular about life, and there were not so many various things, but after Jiang Yi moved in, the toiletries at home began to change. There are so many types that you have to choose a concubine every day you take a bath.

Maybe he just picked up a bottle of other supplies. One day, Fu Xiting used a bottle of shower gel, which smelled good all day long, and Fang Chi felt that he had done something shameful.

Naturally, Jiang Yi knew it. He glanced at Fu Xiting faintly, and said with a slight smile, "Guess?"

The man's fingertips landed on Jiang Yi's waist, he pinched it slowly, and responded with a smile: "If I guess correctly, what reward will I get?"

"How many times will you be rewarded for washing?"

The two were joking in the bathroom.Fu Xiting smiled slightly, his tone gradually sank.

It was still rubbing against Jiang Yi's neck, and he was still speaking, but at this time, Fu Xiting's tone was slightly softer: "Dr. Zou called me and hoped to see you."

"When?"

"After dinner, you are taking a walk," Fu Xiting received a call from Zou Yin when they were having dinner.

When receiving the call, Zou Yin expressed her intention to come, and Fu Xiting could hear her sobbing just by listening to her words.

He didn't say too much, but he was afraid that Jiang Yi wouldn't answer the phone, so he called him and wanted to meet him.

As for why Zou Yin got Fu Xiting's phone call, it's not surprising, because all the money he allocated to Zou Yin's research office at the beginning came from himself, not from others.

Fu Xiting never directly agreed to Zou Yin's request, but agreed to seek Jiang Yi's opinion.

"It's not convenient for me to come forward. If possible, can you do it for me?" The initial worries and worries have not been reduced by half. If people know that she is Jiang Fu, it will not benefit Zou Yin and Jiang Kuo.

In this life, as long as she is still in Jiang Yi's body, she and Zou Yin can only get along as Yi Tian's friends, not as mother and daughter.

"Yes," Fu Xiting nodded, "What do you want me to do?"

Jiang Yi looked up at Fu Xiting: "You know."

Downstairs, the vice presidents were sorting out the information, glanced at the empty first place, and sighed: "No. 11 times."

In the past, when Director Fu held meetings, they could doubt life, but now, Director Fu held this meeting so that they doubted life, but the two kinds of doubts were different.

The former is painful because the boss does not take a break, and the latter is painful because the boss leaves the meeting site from time to time.

Today's work, if it is usually at most five hours of work, but today, eight hours have passed.

The efficiency is really low.

Wu Jiangbai put the cigarette on his fingertips to his lips, and said vaguely: "The old man is having sex, it is inevitable that there will be times when he can't control it, understand and understand."

"Old man?" A vice president was puzzled.

"Fu Dongming can have a back garden but he wants to guard a tiger thorn plum."

Tiger thorn plum, also known as iron begonia, has thorns on the stem like a tiger. It grows in Africa and has high ornamental value, but it is extremely harmful. It can only be seen from a distance but not touched.

The description of tiger thorn plum can be said to be quite vivid, isn't Jiang Yi just such a person?Beauty is beauty, but it is also quite ruthless to tie people.

As for Fu Xiting, he didn't want the fragrant lilies and soft lingxiao flowers all over the yard, so he went to find an iron crabapple.

Guan Qing sneered: "Mr. Fu is obsessed with family, so we can also take a breath, isn't it better?"

The vice president shook his head: "A married man just wants to have a career."

"Send you to Africa to display your talents?" Wu Jiang asked with a smile.

"It's not necessary."

At one o'clock in the morning, when Wu Jiangbai came home, his wife happened to take him out from the child's room. Seeing him coming back, she greeted him and sniffed his nose: "I really didn't drink."

Wu Jiangbai smiled, put his arms around his wife's shoulders and went to the room: "Generally, when private parties are busy, Director Fu won't let us drink."

Aside from that, Fu Xiting doesn't like wine table culture unless it is necessary.

There is no way to entertain the outside world, and the company's celebration is another matter. Except for these two, the rest of the things will not be the reason for them to fight at the wine table.

Wu Jiangbai went to the bathroom and took off his shirt. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a set of unopened skin care products on his wife's dressing table, and it was not a wife-specific brand.

"Didn't you say that your face is allergic, so you can't easily change brands?"

"Oh," Hu Xiang glanced at the things on the dressing table: "I went shopping today, and I was hit by a girl, and the new one was smashed. I wanted to buy another set, but the counter said it was out of stock. The girl gave me the set she bought."

Wu Jiangbai frowned slightly: "Are you all right?"

"No problem."

Wu Jiangbai hummed and went into the bathroom, never taking his wife's words to heart.

July [-], Friday.

Mostly after lying in the hospital for a few days, people have had enough sleep.

I woke up at six o'clock in the morning, lying on the bed and looking at the sleeping face of the person next to me, feeling a little absent-minded for a while.

After staying for a few minutes, he moved his body and wanted to turn over, but when he turned halfway, he was stopped by someone.

For a while, it turned back and forth again and again, and turned over and over again.

Holding his breath for a few seconds, he stretched out his hand and pulled Fu Xiting's claws away.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yi was about to move, and Fu Xiting woke up.

"To the toilet," she said, making an excuse.

Jiang Yi went into the bathroom with his mobile phone and couldn't help but sigh with emotion. The practice of going to the bathroom to avoid things usually only occurs at work. Unexpectedly, it has also fallen to this point at home.

"What do you mean?" Three to five minutes later, Fu Xiting's call sounded.

"Wait a moment," Jiang Yi responded through the door.

After entering the toilet for more than 3 minutes, there is this sound of waiting again. Most people should know what it means, right?
Fu Xiting understood.

Put one hand on the eyelids and close your eyes to rest.

The whole person is in a state of half-awake, six o'clock is indeed a bit early for a person who goes to bed at two o'clock in the morning.

But Jiang Yi didn't seem to be aware of this problem.

Nearly 10 minutes later, the call sounded again.

Jiang Yi sighed and stood up.

Nesting back on the bed again, Fu Xiting felt a sense of security when he pulled him into his arms.

"I can not sleep."

"Honey, I didn't sleep until two o'clock in the morning, less than four hours," Fu Xiting sighed helplessly.

"Be good, huh? I can't sleep well when you wake up."

In July, the temperature rises like a curve.

Jiang Yi got up in the morning and opened the curtains to look towards the sun. What he saw was the dazzling sun and the rolling heat waves in the mountains and forests.

On July [-], Qian Xingzhi and Sihan investigated the matter in Jianzhou.

The two walked through the center of Jianzhou city. Sihan looked at Qian Xing's firm steps before him, and chased after him curiously: "What exactly are we going to investigate?"

"Check where the dead are buried."

"Is it so unsubstantiated? Wandering in Jianzhou like a lonely ghost? You can give me a source!" In the 30-degree day, Sihan only felt that his own sky was smoking white smoke, If you go on, you will be dried up in the sun.

As for Qian Xingzhi, a person who came out of the battlefield, this kind of suffering is nothing. He ignored Sihan's complaints, and moved forward sullenly: "If you can't stand it, go back to the capital and be your young master."

Sihan was stunned, and chased after him in three or five steps: "No, am I the kind of person who can't bear hardships? But at least you have to let me know what's going on! My two eyes are so dark that I don't know what to do in Jianzhou. Been wandering around for days."

"You——," Sihan's words stopped in Qian Xingzhi's footsteps. He looked up and saw the words Jianzhou Cemetery.

In an instant, a cool feeling rose from the soles of his feet.

Even at this time, the sky is blue and the sun is bright, but it still can't stop the chill.

"We're not going in, are we?" Sihan muttered.

Qian Xingzhi glanced at the door, his face darkened: "Of course."

Qian Xingzhi went in, but he didn't talk nonsense to the gatekeeper, and threw a few cards over to Grandpa Mao: "Check someone."

Although the words are polite, but with Qian Xingzhi's face, it will inevitably make people tremble.

Uncle Security trembled in fright: "This is a cemetery, not a police station!"

"Just ask the dead." Qian Xingzhi grabbed the security man by the neck, and counted the money on the table: "One name, 1000 yuan."

"You ask."

"Yuan Hai, where is he buried?"

"I'll look through it," the uncle took out the record on the desktop, which should have been turned over, and when he found Yuan Hai's name, he clicked: "Here."

"If you don't call the police, I'll give you another nine thousand when we come down. We'll go up and have a look, and we won't damage you." Qian Xingzhi patted the uncle on the shoulder. The uncle listened and nodded repeatedly.

The more people like this who come here with a lot of money, the better, he wants nothing more than that, he is a cemetery security guard, and if he can make some money, it is a little money.

"Who is Yuan Hai? Could it be that Yuan Hai from the former Negotiating Institute?" Si Han inexplicably felt that something was wrong, and looked at Qian Xingzhi's back with precautions.

Sihan knew about Yuan Hai from those cronies. He heard that he was one of the secretaries of Jiang Fu, an international negotiator, and he had strong professional ability.

He spoke fluent German and was quite proficient in domestic laws. He was considered an all-around talent, but he died in an air crash.

Both died with Jiang Fu.

At that time, those cronies still smiled and persuaded him not to be a negotiator. After all, it was a high-risk job, and he might die that day.

And Qian Xingzhi didn't seem to expect that Sihan would know the person who was in the former negotiating courtyard.

He stopped and looked back at him: "You know him?"

Yuan Hai has always been behind Jiang Fu. It stands to reason that apart from those who have worked with him, few people know who he is, but he actually knows.

"After following Boss Jiang, I checked some. Why are you here to check on others?" Sihan was puzzled.

"Boss Jiang didn't tell me, he just asked me to check, you are annoying, why are there [-] on the walking version?"

Sihan: ".I don't have the right to know yet?"

"In case you bring me here to kill people and set fire, do I have to accept it? I'm not a fool," who knows who this Qian Xingzhi is, and Jiang Yi recruits people in so vaguely, in case something goes wrong , wouldn't that be shooting yourself in the foot?

If something really happened to this, the gain outweighs the loss.

"Don't worry, if you really want to do something like murder and arson, I won't take you with you."

"why?"

"Vegetables!" Qian Xingzhi stabbed deeply with his knife, and he didn't hide his dislike for Sihan at all.

It doesn't matter whether people like to listen to it or not.

On this day, the scorching sun was in the sky in Jianzhou, the leaves were motionless, and there was no breeze. Such a quiet atmosphere, when coming out of the cemetery, seemed particularly scary.

Qian Xingzhi strode away due to professional habits, and Sihan followed behind, three steps in five steps, as if if he was slower, the ghost behind him would catch up.

"Can you wait for me?" Sihan called out.

Qian Xingzhi kept walking: "What are you afraid of in the blue sky?"

"What if there are ghosts?"

"I've watched too many dog ​​blood dramas,"

Qian Xingzhi found Yuan Hai's tombstone, looked at the young man with glasses in the photo, his brows were slightly tightened, and doubts welled up in his heart.

Jiang Fu said that he did not get off the plane because he was not feeling well before boarding the plane, but in the end it was reported that he died.

It's hard to say that there is an inner ghost making trouble in it. If there is, the person who survived must be the biggest suspect.

"How should we do it?" Sihan looked at the man on the tombstone squatting down slowly, and when he looked at the man's photo, he also felt quite strange: "The portraits of others are all gray, why is his portrait white? It seems It looks like a registration photo, not a posthumous photo."

Yes, Qian Xingzhi also felt that it didn't look like a posthumous photo.

This is where it gets weird.

Sihan pointed to the weeds next to him: "Look, the tombstones of other people who have passed away for many years are all clean, which proves that people often come to worship and clean things up, but this Yuan Hai has only been dead for a year. The weeds next to the tombstones are taller than other people's dead ten years."

Qian Xingzhi is almost certain that this person is either alive or has no descendants.

"Either he is not dead, or there is no one alive in the family, which one do you think is more likely?"

Qian Xingzhi's voice was slightly mocking.

Sihan glanced at Yuan Hai's birth date on the tombstone: "It's less than 65 years old. My parents got married very early. No matter how old my parents are now, they will not exceed [-] years old. The age of just retiring is not too old. Everyone in the family is dead, so there is only the first possibility."

Qian Xingzhi stretched out his hand and patted Sihan on the head like a teachable child: "Let's go."

"where to?"

"You'll know when you go."

At eight o'clock in the morning, Jiang Yi was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, looking at the leisurely goldfish in the pool with his arms crossed.

When the phone rang on the coffee table, it happened that Fu Xiting came down from the second floor and handed the phone to Jiang Yi.

She glanced at the number, reached out to pick it up, and Qian Xingzhi's words came through the receiver: "You guessed right, Yuan Hai erected a tombstone, but the grass on the tombstone almost covered the grave, or everyone in the family passed away. , no one has come to worship, or the person is not dead, so there is no need to worship."

"I'm going to find him now."