Mr. Fu's little ancestor is reborn

It was raining heavily, and Lin Jingzhou stood in place unable to move.

Su Xin's voice didn't stop there.

"It doesn't matter who was killed by the rain in late spring. If you die, you will die. What else can you do? The dead cannot make choices, but the survivors have many choices."

These words were handed over to her by Jiang Yi word by word.

Where to go, what to say,.

The tone of voice and mood are all given to her by Jiang Yi.

She originally thought that doing so would undoubtedly cause trouble for herself, but at this moment, seeing the expression on the international translator's face, Su Xin's admiration for Jiang Yi increased a little.

In the reception room, Jiang Yi leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

Her brows were slightly frowned, and her posture was a little tired. Seeing this, the servant asked her softly if she needed to go upstairs to rest, and she shook her head slightly.

"Are people gone?"

The servant went to the window and gently raised the gauze curtain to take a look: "It's still in the courtyard."

Jiang Yi'en made a sound, as if she knew it.

"What else did your wife say?" Lin Jingzhou's dark eyes fell on Suxin.

Suxin nodded slightly, and said nine words in Jiangyi's tone: "My wife said, advancing is an enemy, retreating is a friend."

At this time, Lin Jingzhou killed Lin Qinghe just in time to take the position, what a good timing?
But what about him?
Mostly because he thought that Lin Qinghe was his teacher, and he couldn't be so cruel, so he planned to come to Jiang Yi to find a way out.

But this way out was blocked by Jiang Yi with six words.

Advance as an enemy and retreat as a friend.

Suxin saw Lin Jingzhou's hesitation and hesitation, and then said: "Using a unified moral standard to restrain others is morally noble, otherwise, it is moral kidnapping."

"Doesn't Lin Fan think before doing things?"

"If the damned person is alive, it proves that the capital is no longer that capital. If Lin Fan came back this time to swim in muddy waters, then he can only say sorry."

....
Lin Jingzhou stood at the gate of Yu Garden, but he never entered Yu Garden.

In the drizzled courtyard, Lin Jingzhou looked at the bright room in front of him. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a slightly fluttering gauze curtain. There was no one under the gauze curtain, but he knew that Jiang Yi was inside.

People like her love to see the overall situation.

Stand behind the scenes and watch everything fall into place.

Lin Jingzhou paused for a long time on the gauze curtain, and then slowly looked away.

"Send a word to your wife."

"Lin Fan, please tell me."

Lin Jingzhou looked at Suxin, and instantly withdrew the words that came to his lips. He looked at Suxin with a little guard.

"It's nothing."

Tell Fu Xiting's people to let Jiang Yi beware of Fu Xiting?This is undoubtedly standing at the gate of the temple and scolding the Bodhisattva for being incompetent.

Why do such a stupid thing?

After a while, Suxin sent Lin Jingzhou away and turned into the room, leaning Jiang Yi on the sofa and closing her eyes to rest, holding a cat in her hand.

Gently stroked.

"gone?"

Su Xin responded respectfully: "Let's go."

"What did you say?"

"Before I left, I asked me to bring you a sentence, but I didn't say anything."

Su Xin finds it strange.

When Jiang Yi was thinking about what Lin Jingzhou wanted to say, the phone rang, and Li Xing's voice was a little low and eager: "In Yu Garden?"

"En," Jiang Yi said in a buzzing voice.

"Leave early."

The person leaning on the sofa glanced at Su Xin, who understood, turned and left in a sensible way.

Jiang Yi took a sip of the cold coffee in front of her eyes, and instinctively told her that today's call was not easy, and she needed to remain extremely calm to answer the call.

At this moment, Li Xing was standing on the balcony of the psychiatric hospital, with a can of beer just finished in his hand, smoking a cigarette and holding his mobile phone.

"Your thinking is correct. Fu Xiting deliberately lured Si Bo to join Lin Qinghe in advance. It seems that he wanted Si Bo to join a project of a Southeast Asian arms dealer, but this project needs a reliable and credible person who has enough prestige to take the lead. , and Lin Qinghe is undoubtedly the best candidate."

"Chairman Fu intends to pull Si Bai ashore. It's not so much that Si Han, a rich kid, came to study by your side, but rather that it was Dong Fu who wanted to use your hand to hold Si Han in his palm and control him. Si Bai wanted to borrow strength, so naturally he needed to stay Do something to make a guarantee. And Sihan is his guarantee."

"Last time when we dealt with Lin Qinghe, Si Bai came out halfway. The person who tipped off the news was most likely Director Fu. He used other people's hands to make Si Bai disrupt our plan, and finally he could use Si Bai to do this. The reason for the incident dragged him into the water, so that he could get the piece of land in Si Bo's hands from Lin Bei."

Bang—the coffee cup in Jiang Yi's hand hit the ground.

The crisp sound made Su Xin who was standing outside the house tremble.

Hastily pushed the door open and came in. Seeing Jiang Yi's deep and scarlet eyes, his question stopped in his throat.

There was a murderous look in the originally plain eyes, and the anger was obvious.

"If I'm not wrong, Chairman Fu should not be at home."

"NO.15, the day of meeting with Southeast Asian arms dealers, Lin Qinghe will leave the capital tomorrow at the latest, and go to Southeast Asia to join Mr. Fu."

"Whether you can take revenge or not is not important to Chairman Fu. What is important now is his family and country's great cause. As long as Mr. Fu's great cause is not completed, even if you put in 100% effort, you will not be able to kill Lin Qinghe."

"When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman wins. Fu Dong is the real master."

"The person next to your pillow may not be your sweetheart. All your plans are under his control. Jiang Yi, you have been tricked."

Pfft——Jiang Yi spewed out a mouthful of blood from his chest cavity.

Suxin looked at it and almost fell to her knees.

"Ma'am, what's the matter with you, ma'am?"

"Don't scare me!"

"Come here!"

Suxin's scream made Qian Xingzhi, who was about to leave, stop in his tracks.

"Come on people!"

The person who thought he had heard it wrong slammed into the room after confirming it.

Seeing Jiang Yi vomit blood with his mobile phone and his clothes were stained red, he panicked.

"Mrs--."

"Mrs--."

"Jiang Yi—."

"Jiang Yi—."

Qian Xingzhi followed Jiang Yi for a long time, and he called Jiang Yi respectfully, but today the name of Jiang Yi suddenly changed.

All out of panic.

She planned hard, thinking that her revenge would be avenged, but in the end, it turned out to be in such a situation?

Every step she took was within Fu Xiting's plan.

From the beginning of Zhao Zhenyi, every word he said was false, and every warm move was a conspiracy.

Fu Xiting keeps saying that he loves her, but the result of everything he does is to kill her.

She seeks hard.

Seeking hard.

After all, it is a dream of yellow beams, a mirror image and a mirror image.

She planned every step of the way to take revenge, but the man who kept saying that he supported her supported her in person, but secretly colluded with her enemy to complete the great cause of spring and autumn.

Use her?
Use her?
He was so cruel, it was worse than killing her.

She used all her heart and soul to fulfill her long-cherished wish in this life, but what about Fu Xiting?as her husband.

He knew the pain in his heart, but he still stepped on her heart to do these things.

How cruel, how cruel.

puff--

Qian Xingzhi just wanted to hug Jiang Yi, but the moment the latter was moved, another mouthful of blood spewed out.

It flowed down Qian Xingzhi's neck and into the shirt.

Qian Xingzhi's hands were shaking with fright.

"Jiang Yi, don't scare me."

He was too familiar with this kind of scene. How many of those people who were displaced in war-torn areas died after vomiting blood.

"Don't scare me," Qian Xingzhi didn't dare to move Jiang Yi, and gently put her on the sofa.

It seemed that if she moved a little bigger, she could be broken.

At this time, Jiang Yi was so weak that he didn't look like a worldly person.

Like a lonely ghost who accidentally fell into the mortal world.

If you are not careful, you will be wiped out.

She was lying on the sofa, weeping silently, raised her hands and grabbed her chest fiercely, her face was pale and bloodless.

Choked, twitched, held back, and finally turned into heart-piercing grief.

She stretched out her skinny claws, clutching her chest tightly, wishing she could tear off her clothes and take out her heart.

The sound of crying broke through the sky in the middle of the night, and the heartbroken sound reminded people of howling ghosts in the middle of the night.

She clutched her chest tightly, shrunk into a ball in pain, and then, a scream that was almost miserable and desperate: "Fu Xiting."

Regardless of the presence of outsiders, Jiang Yi shouted three words heartbreakingly.

After the miserable sound ended, she supported the sofa to get up and staggered upstairs.

"Jiang Yi—," Qian Xingzhi's worried eyes kept falling on her,

Jiang Yi pushed Qian Xingzhi's hand away from behind, and when he walked to the living room, his footsteps stopped slightly.

Looking upstairs.

His figure was crumbling.

Erratic almost can not own.

"Ma'am," Su Xin called out in horror.

Jiang Yi turned a deaf ear to it. Now, her mind is full of Fu Xiting's heinous crimes.

And the heinous things he's done.

Jiang Yi stretched out her hand to push Suxin's hand away, staggered towards the kitchen, and came out with an extra knife in her hand.

"Madam," Suxin was shocked.

Qian Xingzhi looked at the fruit knife in Jiang Yi's hand and dared not take half a step closer.

Originally, when the servants guarding the living room saw this scene, they were too frightened to speak.

Calculate her?
Well, calculate her.

Jiang Yi faltered, stepping up the stairs with one foot and one foot, Qian Xingzhi was behind him, repeatedly trying to reach out to support her.

The hand that can be stretched out is retracted again and again.

Her life is not as important as Fu Xiting's great career. Seeing her vigorously build a tall building, she gets up one floor, he smokes one floor, and while smoking, he smiles and says he loves her.

this is Love?If this is the so-called love, then Fu Xiting is not even as good as Lin Jingzhou.

If this is love, how should those who die for love deal with themselves?
Bang Dang, Jiang Yi reached out and pushed open the door of Fu Xiting's study, looking at the huge wedding photo on the floor of the man's study.

Something flashed through my mind.

Remember their wedding.

Recalling every well-intentioned arrangement Fu Xiting made.

Jiang Yi even doubted the truth of Li Xing's words.

Parents at the wedding.

Osmanthus tree in Yu Garden.

Every midnight whisper when dreaming back.

The real estate he gave, the real estate, the gifts he brought back every time he went on a business trip, everything, are they all fake?

all fake?

Jiang Yi looked at the wedding photo of the two smiling like flowers, while Fu Xiting looked at her with love in his eyes.

It is said that whether you love someone or not, your eyes can't deceive you.

But what if there is really someone in this world who can fake their eyes?

Silence unfolded in the study.

Suxin and Qian Xingzhi stood behind and watched Jiang Yi staring at the wedding dress in a daze.

After a long time, Jiang Yi murmured: "Give me the phone."

Qian Xingzhi quickly took out his mobile phone to her.

After she pressed Fu Xiting's number in succession without any effort, she felt a little sad in her heart.

She had already memorized Fu Xiting's number by heart.

If all this is true.

Qian Xingzhi looked at Jiang Yi's froze fingertips.

I didn't dare to breathe for a while.

At this moment, Jiang Yi suddenly reminded him of a sentence: When a person wants to seek the truth, she actually already knows the truth.

It's just - what is needed is a reasonable reason to wake himself up.

The beeping of the phone call became the only sound in the room.

Others didn't know, but Jiang Yi knew that the call was answered later than usual.

"Yiyi—," when Fu Xiting's voice came, Jiang Yi didn't dare to speak for a moment.

She suddenly didn't want this dream to be broken.

She didn't even want to get out of the luxurious cage that Fu Xiting woven for her.

Life is already so difficult, I thought Fu Xiting would be her backer, but I never thought that Fu Xiting was a mountain standing in front of her.

No wonder—no wonder he only planned but didn't show up.

No wonder—people who kept saying they were worried about her let her go out and take care of herself.

No wonder———.

"Yiyi—," Fu Xiting's second call pulled her back completely.

Jiang Yi stepped forward slightly, and stood in front of the large wedding photo, and Fu Xiting's cool, forbearing, and hoarse voice came to Fu Xiting's ears: "You are in Southeast Asia."

Fu Xiting took a deep breath when he heard the five characters.

The hand holding the phone was covered with thin sweat in an instant, and the man's long eyelashes blocked the intent in his eyes when he lowered his eyes.

After a long time, a trembling "yes" made the whole room instantly quiet.

Wu Jiangbai stood up from the chair reflexively and knocked over the coffee on the table. In an instant, the silent room suddenly became noisy.

Everyone hurriedly moved the computer away.

And Fu Xiting, standing in the crowd, seemed to stay out of it.

Out of tune with the noise in the house.

He has fantasized many times whether his relationship with Jiang Yi can continue if things are revealed.

If things come to light, is Jiang Yi's temper still necessary for him to exist?

But after thinking about it, he had no choice but to take action.

If he could choose, he would definitely not make such a choice.

But there is no way, there is really no way.

Otherwise, how could he personally push the relationship between husband and wife into the abyss?
how come!
Jiang Yi was disappointed.

He knows.

But what to do?
With things in front of him, he had no choice.

All the sounds in the room were not as crisp as Jiang Yi's knife.

Wu Jiangbai looked back at Fu Xiting after cleaning up the table.

At that glance, what I saw was no longer the high-spirited capitalist, but a loser who was tortured by life.

"I have something to hide, Yiyi," Fu Xiting's explanation seemed so pale and powerless in front of Jiang Yi's anger.

This unspeakable sound made the breathing of everyone in the room weaker.

They all know what this trip to Southeast Asia means.

Are the weapons developed for the Dongting Group?
Naturally not.

Dongting Group has no ability to eat this meal.

But this mouthful of rice had to be eaten.

It is related to the life and death of Dongting Group.

Fu Xiting had been planning until now, and only then did he put things on the track he wanted.

Now, unexpectedly——Jiang Yi is here.

The arrow is on the string, and the hostess Xingshi is here to ask the crime.

"Your unspeakable secret is to sacrifice me?"

And the head of the family has deep affection for his lover.

Worry is inevitable.

"Fu Xiting, I always thought that you became famous when you were young, and then your family was unlucky. It's sad that you died at the hands of your mother. It's because the heavens are unfair to you, but now it seems that you deserve it."

"You deserve to be loved by no one, and you deserve to have no relatives around you until you reach the age of [-]. These are all your own choices, and you have created all of this with your own hands."

Sila——The large wedding dress poster was cut by a knife.

Jiang Yi took a fruit knife and scratched from their faces to their bodies.

The two laughed and Yan Yan's face instantly changed to hatred.

What was originally a nice group photo of a wedding photo has now become two halves.

And Fu Xiting, when he heard the sound, his eyes slightly closed,

Cover all the pain in it.

"Ma'am," Su Xin's exclaimed voice instantly recalled, "How could you destroy the wedding photos specially selected by Mr.!"

Bang Dang—Jiang Yi threw the fruit knife in his hand on the ground, along with his mobile phone: "He can ruin my life, why can't I ruin a painting?"

"Why can't I?"