Mr. Fu's little ancestor is reborn

The heat wave is rolling, and the sound of cicadas outside the villa can be heard endlessly.

When Fu Xiting arrived, Wen Qi seemed to have seen a savior.

Hurriedly coming out, he was eagerly called by the sir. Compared with Wen Qi and Meng Shu, Fu Xiting was more willing to believe in Wen Qi. After all, in his opinion, this middle-aged housekeeper knew more about mother-child affection than Wen Qi.

He will not use vicious means on his own son because of his own selfishness.

In the courtyard, it was steaming, Fu Xiting stared at Wen Qi, and said in a cold voice, "Is it sick?"

Wen Qi didn't dare to hide it: "Yes."

When Fu Xiting heard the sound, he was not worried for a moment.On the contrary, he felt that Meng Shu was very fateful, and this kind of evil person who disregarded human relations looked like he would stay for a thousand years.

Fu Xiting stepped into the house, and Jiang was attracted by the gloomy room as soon as he entered. Since Meng Shu moved here, she was like a lonely ghost all day long, and the curtains in the room were drawn tightly. Seriously.

Not a single gap.

Fu Xiting approached, raised his hand, and opened the curtain with a swipe. Meng Shu, who was sitting on the curtain, was blinded by the sudden amount of light.

She looked at Fu Xiting, the person who used to call her mother softly, now stood in front of him as if he was her enemy.

"If I die, will you let me enter the Fu family's cemetery?" Meng Shu has fantasized about this question countless times since she was thrown into the villa by Fu Xiting, and the answer is yes every time.

But at this moment, she didn't want her affirmative answer, she wanted to know Fu Xiting's answer.

Into the Fu family cemetery?
Fu Xiting slightly hooked the hand hanging beside him.

Recalling the massacre that day in her mind, Meng Shu lay on the ground, crying heartbreakingly, begging him to let go of the man she was having trouble with.

Let him go?
He wanted to kill him at that time, how could he let him go.

Meng Shu cried and begged, but he was indifferent, so the moment fear welled up in his heart, Meng Shu's clamor gradually became crazy.

She roared, trampled on the dead man, insulted him as cold-blooded and ruthless as his father, without the slightest emotion, like a lonely ghost who walked out of hell, and said that his father was not worthy of being a husband. The family's life is like a year, and Fu Yan has not given her any care except supplies.

She had long hoped that he would die, and she would be free only after he died.

And the man who was with him was praised by her as a unique thing in the world.

But she forgot that the first wife of the man she praised as unparalleled in the world ran away because she couldn't stand the domestic violence.

If it wasn't for lack of money, who would be willing to bring their daughter to be a guard?

It is such a filthy thing that has become a gap between their mother and son that they will never be able to bridge in this lifetime.

Today, Fu Xiting asked her back: "I let you in, are you worthy?"

"I'm not worthy?" Meng Shu suddenly opened her eyes.

Then she seemed to think of something and nodded slowly: "Yes! I don't deserve it. You really have the right to blame me. I'm not a good mother."

"It's good that you know," Fu Xiting's ruthlessness was gradually practiced on Meng Shu.

And the latter seems to be used to it.

"Shiyue is back," Fu Xiting stared at Meng Shu, telling the fact that Shiyue had returned.

Meng Shu was startled, her astonished eyes fell on Fu Xiting, and her tone was a little anxious: "Where is it?"

The man's eyes suddenly changed. Over the years, he restricted Meng Shu's freedom, but he never treated her badly financially. What he never thought was that it was because of his good treatment that Meng Shu helped her from time to time. In March, a large sum of money was transferred to her account.

And that's the reason why Shiyue still has the face to come to her.

Meng Shu, if it wasn't for her own mother, she wouldn't regret her death.

"She's back, are you happy?" Fu Xiting's voice was as cold as ice.

"Why can't I be happy? That child is more like my child than you," Meng Shu still couldn't accept Fu Xiting's argumentative methods, and when Shiyue was in Fu's house in those years, Wuxin was a flower of Jieyu, accompanying her, Obedient, well-behaved, and sensible.

And what about Fu Xiting and his son?
Gloomy, indifferent, never caring about anyone, only himself.

"Wait until you stretch out your poisonous hand on her, and wait until you want her to die, and then say this sentence,"

The man's tone was quite solemn, and he stared at Meng Shu with indifference. He stared at Meng Shu without any emotions in his heart. Those emotions had been exhausted in the early years. In addition to hate, there is nothing else.

Tiger poison does not eat its offspring, but she———.

Forget it, or don't mention it, bringing up the past will only increase the heartache.

"You didn't come here today to see me, did you?" Meng Shu already knew Fu Xiting's style of doing things, going to the Three Treasures Hall for everything, and before marriage, she could pretend to come back to have a few meals with her.

After marriage, ever since there was a conflict between her and Jiang Yi, Fu Xiting didn't even have the last bit of patience with her.

The phrase "Married a daughter-in-law and forgotten my mother" could not be more suitable for him.

In July of this year, Fu Xiting came to visit Meng Shu with a mission. In his sleep last night, this wealthy businessman had a complicated dream. In the dream, he and Jiang Yi had a child, but suddenly , The child died, at the hands of Meng Shu.

And the face in the swaddling baby was himself.

He woke up in vain, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open, recalling the dream just now, with cold sweat dripping down his back.

Recalling my miserable childhood, my heart is full of futility.

Meng Shu is so powerful, what he has done runs through his entire life.

Even if she doesn't have that ability now, her words and deeds are still imprinted on his heart like a brand, and they won't go away.

This is July 2010, nearly a year after Fu Xiting's marriage.

Meng Shu sat on the sofa in the villa and heard such a sentence.

Fu Xiting looked at her, and said in an extremely flat and indifferent tone: "The person who loves you and the person you love are both dead. Is there any meaning for you to live?"

Meng Shu's heart sank: "What do you mean?"

Does Fu Xiting want her to die?

The man curled his lips indifferently: "literally."

Fu Xiting looked down at her: "If you dare to unite with Shiyue to come to me and do evil, I will file your bones into ashes."

Meng Shu, who was sitting on the chair, turned pale in an instant, trembling all over.

Staring at Fu Xiting with a face full of astonishment: "For Jiang Yi, you want to kill me?"

For a Jiangyi?
No, no, Jiang Yi doesn't take the blame, why is he willing to let Jiang Yi take the blame?
Based on what he knew about Jiang Yi, she was kind enough to Meng Shu, a person who provoked him repeatedly.

If she hadn't been kind, Meng Shu would have died a thousand times long ago.

Guess her?
He was reluctant.

Fu Xiting smiled slightly: "Do you know? Your brain is really not worthy of your birth. If I want to kill you, how can Jiang Yi stop it? If I don't want to kill you, how can I be a Jiang Yi?" Can you encourage it?"

The implication of Fu Xiting's words is his own decision, which has nothing to do with Jiang Yi.

"Before Jiang Yi entered the door, although the relationship between you and my mother and child was bad, it was not so bad that you wanted to kill yourself. Jiang Yi only entered the door for only a year and you wanted to put me to death. You still told me that this matter has nothing to do with it. She has nothing to do with it."

"Fu Xiting, no matter how dirty I am, that is your biological mother. You are the flesh that fell from my belly. Can you change the fact? Can you change the fact that you are my son? You can't, even if Things have happened, and you can't erase the fact that you are the same kind of person as I am, and this is your life."

Meng Shu spoke indiscriminately, staring at Fu Xiting with wide eyes, wishing to kill him. Did his arrogant words make Fu Xiting angry?No, it seemed that he had known for a long time that this was Meng Shu's true face.

Those moments of warmth are all pretense and fake.

The man smiled suddenly, and his smile unfolded like a knife: "Swear! After all these years, do you think I'm still the child who will be sad because of your few words?"

After Fu Xiting finished speaking, he turned and left.

There is nothing but loneliness in the tall and straight back.

He loves Jiang Yi more than Meng Shu

A mother who played a villain role in his life was far inferior to a wife who gave him warmth.

In the living room, Wen Qi closed his eyes helplessly when he heard Meng Shu's heart-piercing sound, and for a moment he still commented on whose fault it was.

"Stop her medicine."

"Sir?" Wen Qi panicked.

Moderate depression can be controlled after eating, but if it develops into severe depression, taking medicine will be powerless at that time, and what awaits her is either madness or death.

The man glanced over, Wen Qi dared not say anything more with his frosty expression: "If you let Meng Shu get in touch with Shiyue, you will pack up and leave."

It is probably because of all the warm moments in the previous period that he is particularly nostalgic, so at this moment, Fu Xiting is committed to keeping all dangers in the cradle and preventing him from emerging.

He can't tolerate anyone ruining his marriage.

……

"Mom, who was that person just now?"

In the tea room, Jiang Si watched a figure with fluttering long hair leave. He probably had never seen this person in the upper-class circles of the capital.I can't help but look a few more times.

"A painter," Xu Zhiman responded casually.

"Where did the painter come from? So young? Most of the rich men in the capital like this hanging, so don't fight over their heads?"

Jiang Sike is too aware of the pissing behavior of the capital's sons and daughters. He shouts that he likes literary and artistic youths, but when he is playing disco, his eyes only look at the big breasts.

And at this time, Yue looks like a literary young woman, but her figure is indeed protruding forward and backward. Isn't that the real play of those young masters?
During the day, I take the young literary and artistic girls out to pretend to be aggressive, and at night, I dance just right.

"Who said it wasn't? A few days ago, I heard that a certain boss bought a painting from him and spent more than 1000 million yuan." Xu Zhi took a sip of tea from his cup, with a flat tone and no expression.

It seems that more than 1000 million is not money.

But Jiang Si, a female college student who didn't even leave school, was naturally surprised when she heard about this villa: "How much?"

"More than 1000 million?"

"Is she worth more than Van Gogh?"

Jiang Si was completely shocked: "Why didn't she go grab it?"

Xu Zhi glanced at her as if he had no future: "You remember that robbing a bank is against the law, but robbing a man is not against the law. A woman's beauty and everything in her life are the king of bombs, and she is just a good girl." It’s all about taking advantage of your own strengths, there are many women in this capital who can take advantage of their own strengths.”

"Who is that person you just mentioned?"

She wanted to know who would spend more than 1000 million yuan on a painting of a little-known little character.

"Written," Xu Zhi responded.

Jiang Si: ...

"Why did she come to you?" Jiang Si was curious.

I saw Xu Zhi took out a ticket for the art exhibition from the side, put it on the table and clicked it.

Jiang Si understood at a glance, this is to invite her to see the art exhibition.

"Why did she come to invite us to see the art exhibition?"

"Women like them will never do something for no reason. Once they do it, it will be profitable and purposeful."

"Then shall we go?"

"Of course, if you go or not, how do you know what kind of medicine she sells in the gourd?"

On July 7th, the first day of Fu Xiting's first wedding anniversary with Jiang Yi, Jiang Yi woke up from his sleep in the early morning, sat up suddenly, and Fu Xiting almost lost his mind: "What's wrong?"

The man asked eagerly but got no answer. Jiang Yi knelt up from the bed and pushed the quilt away in panic. When he saw the scarlet on the bed, he had a desperate expression on his face.

"Auntie is here?" Fu Xiting glanced at Jiang Yi, not knowing whether to laugh or sympathize with her.

Waking up in a dream early in the morning just because my aunt dirty the bed?
"The bed is dirty," Jiang Yi was distressed.

Fu Xiting was quite indifferent: "Dirty is dirty, clean yourself up first."

"The mattress must be dirty too," Jiang Yi said again.

Fu Xiting said again: "Dirty is dirty, it doesn't get in the way."

While talking, the man stretched out his hand to pick her up and headed to the bathroom.

Full of tenderness.

Not half dissatisfied because of being woken up in the morning, on the contrary, it is full of distress.

"Should the sheets be changed?"

"There will be servants to change."

"But they saw blood on the mattress, what should they do?" Jiang Yi asked again.

Fu Xiting replied: "You can see it when you look at it."

Jiang Yin stared at Fu Xiting, wishing to pry open his brain at this moment to see if it was filled with steel bars, straight man!

Fu Xiting's words were originally about unconsciousness, and there was nothing wrong with asking and answering, but Jiang Yi wanted to dao his eyes and couldn't ignore it.

"Ashamed?"

Jiang Yi thought to himself, Fu Xiting, I don't have this mouth, so I should be more handsome.

It's a pity that a man who looks good has a mouth, which spoils the scenery.

"Hey, it's okay, I'll clean it up later." The man comforted her softly.

Jiang Yi thought it was just a word of consolation, but when she turned her head, when she packed herself up and came out, she saw Fu Xiting lifted the bed sheet and wiped the blood on the mattress with a half-dry and half-wet towel.

Take the mess seriously.

At that moment, something seemed to explode in Jiang Yi's mind.

She still remembered that when she was young, she had her period and stained the sheets. Although Zou Yin never scolded her, she also said something like this, telling her to be careful, because washing the sheets was a waste of time, and she happened to be very busy.

But at this moment, seeing Fu Xiting who was sitting by the bed seriously handling the blood stains, his heart would inevitably be turbulent.

When a young girl who has never been cared for carefully meets such a husband when she grows up, she will inevitably compare him with those before. In contrast, Fu Xiting is a full-fledged winner

Fu Xiting, Fu Xiting, is really a good planner.

Jiang Yi walked over slowly, stood behind the man, put his hand on his shoulder, and his chin fell on the top of the man's head, slowly rubbing against it like a kitten.

Fu Xiting paused in his hands, wearing silk pajamas, the rolled up sleeves looked like they were about to fall down at any time: "Have you changed?"

Jiang Yi hummed.

"Go to the guest room and sleep a little longer?" The man glanced at the time and suggested gently.

"What about you?"

The man left a free hand and slowly stroked the back of your hand: "If you want me to let me go, I can sleep with you for a while."

Jiang Yi smiled softly, bent slightly and hugged Fu Xiting's shoulder, and whispered in his ear with a playful tone: "I choose to go to sleep together after you clean up."

Fu Xiting couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

With his backhand, Jiang Yi hugged Jiang Yi behind him, held his cheek and kissed him fiercely: "You are so cruel, baby, at five o'clock in the morning, you are a husband abuser,"

"Honey, do you know?" Jiang Yi stared at Fu Xiting charmingly, with a slightly cunning tone.

"Between husband and wife, if there is a fight, putting on clothes is domestic violence, but taking off clothes is no good. In the same way, do you think I am abusing you now?"

Fu Xiting laughed suddenly, looked at Jiang Yi and shook his head: "If your aunt hadn't come, guess I would let you go now?"

Jiang Yi kissed Fu Xiting, and Xiao Mimi responded to his words: "I love my aunt, and my aunt makes me happy."

At eight o'clock in the morning, when Jiang Yi opened his eyes, Fu Xiting was no longer beside him, and the hot water bottle next to his stomach was still hot.

She sat up and brushed her hair, opened the guest room door and went to the master bedroom.

I just saw Suxin coming out with the quilt in her arms.

Embarrassment flashed across his face.

"Are you awake?" Fu Xiting's voice sounded behind him. The moment Jiang Yi turned around, he hadn't thought about anything yet, but his hands had already stretched out.

Muscle memory overcame her brain.

Seeing people approaching, Fu Xiting stretched out his hand to block Jiang Yi's movement: "I'm sweating."

Jiang Yi didn't bother, and touched his neck, which seemed to move uncomfortably.

"To see Chengwen today?"

"Well, if nothing unexpected happens," Fu Xiting responded.

"A painting exhibition?"

"Not necessarily, my time shall prevail," Fu Xiting followed Jiang Yi into the bedroom.

"You have a good rest at home today, so don't go out casually." Fu Xiting told Jiang Yi.

A big aunt is comparable to a patient in his eyes.

"I'm going to Jianzhou these two days, so I'll tell you in advance," Qian Xingzhi and the others stayed in Jianzhou for a long time. Although Jiang Yi didn't go, his heart was hanging.

Going to Jianzhou is inevitable.

Fu Xiting waited for a long time for Jiang Yi to speak, of course he knew that Jiang Yi had sent Qian Xingzhi and Sihan to Jianzhou, even if Jiang Yi didn't say anything, Si Bai would get him to come and yell a few words.

"Remember to come back, I will wait for you in Yu Garden."