Mr. Fu's little ancestor is reborn

Chengwen Group, Jiang Yi knew it.

There is no intersection in this life, but I have heard of it a lot in my previous life.

It was originally a family group, but because of the death of the old man, the two brothers killed each other, and finally there was only one Cheng Wen, and then the company was renamed Cheng Wen.

And now there is Chengwen Group.

The leader is in his forties and has a troubled teenage son who is well known in the capital.

Guo Siqing seems to have taken over the case of their son, and the murder was brought to court.

"He wants to cooperate with Dongting and wants Dongting's technology," Fu Xiting picked up his invitation letter and glanced at it, then threw it aside.

"the Internet?"

"Security," Fu Xiting said.

The Dongting Group also has research on security. When others were specializing in real estate to make money, he was at the forefront of science and started to engage in intellectual property rights. Now, he has almost monopolized the entire market in the capital.

Chengwen Group has built a new high-end real estate in recent years, focusing on security and privacy. The product has been launched, but the follow-up security must keep up. The current domestic security system can only meet ordinary needs. If you want to meet advanced needs, you have to be Dongting Group's technology.

Fu Xiting, on the other hand, is an independent one in the market.

The price of the new security system is too high, which is why Chengwen Group hooked up with them.

Jiang Yi took the last sip of water from the cup, her eyes drooping slightly.

The eyelashes fluttered, and the sun shone in from the west, making the temperature of the office rise in vain. It was probably hot and dry. Jiang Yi dragged a chair to the side.

Fu Xiting probably saw her thoughts, and went to the window and put down the venetian blind.

"We're going to change offices," Jiang Yi Youzai said.

"The sun expressed that he was wronged," Fu Xiting pulled back the chair and sat down.

Wronged by the sun?

It is estimated that it is not the sun who is wronged, but Fu Dong who is wronged!
In the evening of that day, the two found a French restaurant near Dongting Group.

The position by the window of the high-rise building can have a glimpse of the night view of half of the business district. Jiang Yi stared sideways until Fu Xiting ordered the dishes. Jiang Yi lazily retracted his eyes.

"This restaurant should be opened on the top floor of your company."

In that way, you can enjoy the night view of the entire business district, and the view is much more beautiful.

Hearing this, Fu Xiting casually took a sip of tea from his cup, and asked with a smile: "Then how much do you think is the right price for this meal? I can afford it, but they may not be able to afford it."

Jiang Yi listened and held back his mouth, yes.

If Fu Xiting can afford it, how many people can afford it?
Jiang Yi saw Xu Zhi again on this summer night. She came in an expensive dress. When she walked to the restaurant, she was a little shocked when she saw Jiang Yi and Fu Xiting.

Her footsteps stopped, as if she wanted to move forward, but also seemed to be a little hesitant.

When Jiang Yi glanced over, he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure in white clothes that hadn't changed over the years. He probably didn't have a good impression of Xu Zhi and didn't bother to say hello.

And so it passed.

On the other side, Lin Qinghe had just returned home.

Sandalwood is burning in the living room, and those who love it will naturally feel calm and at ease, while those who don't love it can't afford to love it.

Chen Zhi was sitting in the living room, holding a thick English book in his hands.

Even when Lin Qinghe returned home, he couldn't draw people's eyes back from the book.

The latter coughed.

Chen Zhicai looked up.

"I'm back?"

"En," Lin Qinghe lazily responded.

"There is your package, it was delivered today, it's at the entrance," Chen Zhi reminded Lin Qinghe.

The latter was slightly puzzled, but still headed towards the entrance.

He picked up the package and weighed it in his hands. He didn't hear any movement, so he found a knife and opened it.

Inside the package is a card.

When Lin Qinghe picked it up, he saw a bloody line written on the back of the card with lipstick: "I'm still alive."

Lin Qinghe watched, his brows furrowed.

In four short words, the information revealed in it is not ordinary.

who am I?
He didn't want to think about it.

Thinking about it, every drop of blood on your hands is doubtful.

"What?" Chen Zhi saw Lin Qinghe standing at the door without moving for a long time, he put down his books and got up to go to Lin Qinghe's side.

When looking at the card in his hand, he was slightly stunned.

"Who wrote it?"

Lin Qinghe put the card in his hand on the table: "I don't know."

"Recently there have been a lot of rumors in the capital, saying that Zhao Zhen's death was retribution. I also heard this rumor when I went to Wu Mei's hospital a few days ago."

"Nonsense," Lin Qinghe rubbed the card in his hand and threw it into the trash can.

"I'm going to take a shower."

Seeing that the man was full of anger and turned around, Chen Zhi pursed his lips.

"Wash your neck well. I'll let it go if I see it. If someone else sees it, maybe I can arrange you."

Lin Qinghe raised his hand to wipe his neck, and when he looked down, he saw a faint mark of lipstick on his palm. For a moment, his face was pale and pale.

Looking at Chen Zhi, I felt a little embarrassed.

When he turned to leave, his pace was a little hurried.

The life of middle-aged people is full of temptations, let alone people of this age.

When socializing, girls in their early twenties rush down like a crowd, even if they are calm, they sometimes lose control.

As for Chen Zhi, she seemed to be well versed in this, even if her husband came back with a lot of color on his neck, she didn't care.

Seeing the man turn around, Chen Zhi went to the sofa. Just as she sat down, a text message came in from the cell phone on the coffee table. She picked it up and looked at it. What caught her eye was a photo of Lin Qinghe hugging and kissing a hot woman.

Chen Zhi watched, speechless for a while.

Her thin lips were pursed tightly, and her whole body was enveloped in a thin layer of anger.

If she was young, she would definitely rush up to Lin Qinghe to make a theory, but now, she can only go upstairs after struggling with the mobile phone, hand it to Lin Qinghe, put the photo in front of him, and tell him in an extremely flat tone. He: "You have to consider the consequences when you do things. You don't need to care about your half-life career or your own future, but you have to take into account the future and future of your children."

Lin Qinghe was speechless for a moment, unable to argue.

The two returned home from dinner, and as soon as they entered the room, Jiang Yi was leaning over to pet the cat.

Fu Xiting stood behind and looked at her, his brows and eyes were wrapped in pampering, and there was a deep smile on the corner of his lips. Looking from afar, this hostess and hostess looked like a very beautiful painting.

The long-haired one raised by Jiang Yi was getting bigger and bigger, not to mention shedding wildly when he hugged it against his hands. Fu Xiting didn't hate this kind of furry creature, but he really didn't like it much.

The first cat was purely because of shamelessness, eating and drinking for a long time, so it was simply domesticated.

As for the second one raised by Jiang Yi, Fu Xiting can occasionally pet it, hug it?never mind.

The purring of cats in the room continued, and Fu Xiting went around the river to the guest bathroom on the first floor. When the sound of water flowed, Fu Xiting's call also sounded: "Okay, come and wash your hands."

Jiang Yi'en made a sound, and agreed very quickly, but the movements in his hands didn't mean to stop at all.

Fu Xiting sighed helplessly, stepped forward to hold Jiang Yi, and dragged him into the bathroom.

The moment the water fell on the back of his hand, the cell phone in Fu Xiting's pocket rang. Jiang Yi was conscious and washed his hands. Fu Xiting pulled a tissue to dry his hands before picking up the phone.

Probably because Jiang Yi couldn't hear the call, the man took the phone out of the bathroom.

But Jiang Yi only heard a low voice.

One word, concise.

I don't know what was said on the other side. Jiang Yi saw the man light a cigarette through the glass door of the bathroom, frowning tightly, without any extra emotion.

The phone call came from Meng Shu's doctor, who told Meng Shu that she had been diagnosed with moderate depression. The word depression has not been popularized in 10 years. When Fu Xiting came into contact with this disease, he was abroad. The wife of a foreign boss Postpartum depression, several suicides.

Now, when the doctor diagnosed Meng Shu with depression, the strings in Fu Xiting's mind suddenly tensed.

"Sure?"

"Judging from the diagnosis, it is certain," said the doctor.

Does Fu Xiting believe it?
Of course he doesn't believe it, Meng Shu has become a scheming character in his eyes, what can't he do in order to be free?It's not like she hasn't done things like cheating and buying people.

And do it more easily than anyone else.

Fu Xiting occasionally thinks that the existence of Meng Shu is really ashamed of the word "lady".

Fu Xiting hung up the phone and called Guan Qing to ask him to bring a psychiatrist to Meng Shu.

And told to bring a few more.

As soon as Guan Qing heard this, he decided that the matter was serious, so he cautiously asked, "Did something happen?"

"The doctor said that Meng Shu is suffering from severe depression. Take the doctor to see if it is true."

Guan Qing was startled, said something clear and hung up the phone.

He didn't know whether he should feel sorry for Meng Shu or Fu Xiting, neither of them was the winner in the back and forth between the mother and son.

Whether it's Meng Shu or Fu Xiting, they all paid a painful price in this relationship.

With Fu Xiting's means, if Meng Shu was a subordinate, she would have died a thousand times already.

But this person took up his mother's identity and acted mischievously, committing crimes, and did not know how to repent.

But Fu Xiting, after all, did not have the determination to kill his mother.

Endure again and again, retreat again and again.

Meng Shu probably grasped his mentality, so she pushed her nose and face again and again.

When Jiang Yi came out of the bathroom, Fu Xiting happened to put the cigarette in the ashtray.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yirou asked lightly.

"A little thing," Fu Xiting responded softly.

Jiang Yi is not a person who likes to ask questions. Hearing what Fu Xiting said, he knew the meaning of it, and nodded: "Go and do it, I'll run around twice."

"It's hot, go downstairs to the gym." On a hot summer day, I would open the door and stand outside for a few minutes, even if I didn't do anything, I would be sweating.

Jiang Yi likes to run in the yard, Fu Xiting really can't understand.

The latter nodded and agreed to Fu Xiting's proposal.

That night was a torment for Meng Shu. Guan Qing led seven or eight psychiatrists to bombard her in turn, making this person locked in the villa without freedom on the verge of collapse.

Almost clamoring.

"Special Assistant Guan," Wen Qi looked at, feeling anxious.

If this continues, she is worried that something will happen to Meng Shu. If something happens, everyone will have a hard time.

Although Meng Shu has made mistakes in recent years.But after all, it was Fu Xiting's biological mother.

"Wen Butler, you and I are both laborers, if you make it difficult for me, I will also make it difficult for you," Guan Qing used to repay him in his own way.

Everyone is embarrassed.

No one is having a good time.

"But——," Wen Xi wanted to say something, but he hesitated.

Her mind was full of Meng Shu's recent state of almost neither eating nor drinking.

At eleven o'clock, the doctors who came had already completed a round of screening. Of the eight doctors, six were diagnosed with severe depression and two with mild depression.

In conclusion, Meng Shu was depressed.

When Guan Qing told Fu Xiting the news, the man on the other side was silent for a long time.

It took a long time before he said, "Understood."

"Let the doctor withdraw and leave the original doctor to treat her."

On July [-]th, when Fu Xiting went out in the morning, he looked at the perpetual calendar, and everything was suitable.

When he got up this morning, Jiang Yi had a slight cough. Fu Xiting poured several glasses of water back and forth, moistened his throat and stroked his back.

The people who were scheduled to go out at seven o'clock dragged it until eight o'clock.

Fang Chi smoked one cigarette after another downstairs.

In the summer of 10, it was hotter than previous years. Yu Garden is located among mountains and forests, surrounded by green trees all year round. It can be regarded as a summer resort in the capital, but even so, Fangchi standing in the shade of the trees is still hot.

Looking around, apart from the lush trees, the only living things that can be seen are the two lucky cats in Yu Garden.

Two cats squatted lazily by the window, cleaning their hair while hiding from the morning sun.

Looking at it, Fang Chi couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Good luck, really good luck.

The life of these two cats is really enviable.

At 21:[-], the hostess arrived late.

The hostess followed behind in a chiffon dress, with her long hair tied behind her head casually. Before leaving the main house, the hostess took the parasol from the servant, opened it, and placed it on top of his lover's head.

Has Fu Xiting ever held an umbrella for someone?
Never.

Fang Chi can give an affirmative answer.

A wealthy businessman who dominates the whole country, no matter where he goes, he is the target of other people's vassals. People who want to support him line up from the capital to London.

But it is Jiang Yi who can make Fu Xiting hold an umbrella.

The two walked slowly towards the car, and Fang Chi opened the door with quick eyes and hands.

In the car, as soon as Jiang Yi sat in, he was covered in sweat, and the makeup on his face dripped down slowly.

Fu Xiting pulled a tissue and handed it to her, Jiang Yi reached out to take it, wiping the sweat off his face.

For 10 years, Fu Xiting was quite indulgent towards Jiang Yi. He drank ice water in summer and wore stockings in winter. Dressing, he didn't have too many strict requirements on Jiang Yi.

But after 10 years, I started to regret it.

Jiang Yi's health is not good. According to Yi Tian, ​​when Jiang Yi was born, he was angry with Jiang's old man and gave birth to Jiang Yi before the full term. If Yi Tian was not a careful person who took good care of her, Jiang Yi was afraid that he would have died a long time ago.

At this time, Jiang Yi hadn't experienced anything wrong with her body, and she herself didn't know about it, and her life was relatively reckless, and there was no taboo for iced coffee and iced beer.

When I knew it, my body was not as good as before, and it took half a year to recuperate with traditional Chinese medicine before it got better.

This morning, Fang Chi drove Jiang Yi to the company. He thought that Fu Xiting was going to the company, but he never thought that the man told him to turn the car around and head for the villa.