Mr. Fu's little ancestor is reborn

Chapter 318 319: Is this all I can do?

What's more, at this moment, Fu Xiting is still being plotted against.

There are wolves in front and tigers in back, and the opponents are strong, and if they fail, they will die.

It is not an exaggeration to say that there are internal and external troubles.

Jiang Yi's body is worrisome, and the opponents outside are chasing after him.

If there is a little carelessness, I am afraid that any decision Fu Xiting made in Southeast Asia some time ago will fall by the wayside.And the vice presidents of Dongting Group who followed him through life and death.It will also be a risk in vain.

The opponent's schemes are intertwined, and on his side.

At the critical moment, the chain will be dropped.

So, the odds are slim.

"The painting is wrapped."

When Tao Juan entered Shiyue's office, she saw someone bowing her head and thinking about something.

"Leave it alone!"

"Your Madam came to see us, could it be that we have provoked someone recently?"

During this period of time, Shiyue has been thinking about how to gain a firm foothold in the capital.

Didn't think about anything else at all.

Your Madam's sudden visit today made her unable to figure it out for a while.

It was as if he had fallen into a huge vortex.

She is in this vortex, but she doesn't know what role she plays in this vortex, and where she stands.

Like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered on a sticky board.

If you don't do it well, you will die.

Shiyue leaned on the chair and shook her head: "I don't know."

"Then we? Are you still going?"

Tao Juan was a little worried.

Although their studio received rich ladies and rich ladies during this period, most of these people came for Cheng Wen. If there was no identity of Cheng Wen, Shiyue's studio would not be able to work even if it had been open for three or five years. Can't get into this circle.

Of course, things that are hard to come by should be cherished.

If you don't cherish it.The immediate reputation is very likely to evaporate.

"Go, if you don't go into the tiger's lair, you won't catch a tiger cub. If you don't go in and have a look, how do we know what kind of medicine she sells in the gourd?"

……

Yu Garden.

The old Chinese doctor came out of the bedroom, Fu Xiting came up with his heels, took the door to him and asked, "How is it?"

"No way, I can only keep it!"

"People with qi and blood deficiency are prone to fatigue. Mrs. Fu is only in her 20s, but her internal organs are like an old man in her 60s. Her inner core cannot support her current body, so she will appear in a very empty state. , the whole person is not energetic, and it is easy to cause some minor problems."

"The physical fitness brought out in the mother's womb is difficult to cure no matter how you adjust it after adulthood. The only way now is to supplement with food and medicine, and Mrs. Fu herself needs to exercise more to keep her body and mind comfortable."

Hearing what the doctor said, Fu Xiting's expression turned ugly.

"There is no other way?"

"No, Mr. Fu must not believe in any folk remedies."

The old Chinese doctor looked at Fu Xiting and seemed to think that he was very kind, and his popular science voice followed one sentence after another.

Adhering to the belief that these rich people will act recklessly because of their own money, popular science started to explain that there are many things in this world that money cannot reverse.

After Fu Xiting sent people away, he did not return to the bedroom in a hurry.

Instead, he stood under the eaves and asked Fang Chi for a cigarette, and lit it with his fingertips. Fu Xiting had already forgotten how many days he hadn't smoked a cigarette seriously.

The scheming and scheming and Jiang Yi's physical affairs over the past few days made him exhausted to a critical point.

It seemed as if he could be defeated in an instant.

this day.

When Guan Qing went to Yu Garden with the documents, before he got out of the car, he saw this man sitting under the eaves with his hands together and lighting a cigarette.

The whole body was shrouded in decadence.

Where is the half-hearted spirit of the past?

"Sir, Your Excellency found Mr. Jiang."

"What are you doing?" Fu Xiting reached out and lit the cigarette ash in the air.

"I don't know yet."

"There is also a situation at the Lin family."

"Say," the man said succinctly.

"Zhou Wentang went to mourn Lin Qinghe this morning, and the old lady of the Lin family insisted that Lin Qinghe's death was related to you in front of everyone, but Secretary Zhou didn't seem to give much reaction, but justified for you, Said you were hurt too."

Zhou Wentang?
Fu Xiting raised his hand and took a breath.

His face was gloomy.

"anything else?"

"There is also the matter of Zhao Ying. Zhou Wentang brought Zhao Ying to the hotel, and the two chatted for a while. It is said that Zhao Ying was a little delirious when he came out, and he fainted as he walked. Taken to the hospital."

Fu Xiting narrowed his eyes slightly: "Delirious?"

"Yes."

"It's smart," the man sneered.

Appearing naked in someone else's coffin, the possibility of Zhao Ying staying in the capital is almost zero.

At this time, she doesn't pretend to be crazy or stupid, but finds a way out for herself.

What awaits her will be a catastrophe.

The Zhao family has not been completed as it is now. If Zhao Ying still wants to make the Zhao family go to death faster, no one can stop it.

But if she wants to keep the Zhao family.

Nothing to do.Just stay invisible in this battle of giants.

Not participating is the best way to protect yourself.

"I'm very worried about what Secretary Zhou will say to Zhao Ying." Guan Qing looked at Fu Xiting with a worried expression on his face.

Fu Xiting raised his hand and took a puff of cigarette, his eyes blurred: "He won't."

"why?"

"Zhou Wentang is a smart man. He follows Meng Qian and knows who Meng Qian is than anyone else. Judging from what Meng Qian has done these days, in order to beat me in this struggle, anyone Everyone can sacrifice."

"If you can sacrifice anyone, you can also sacrifice Zhou Wentang."

"If Zhou Wentang doesn't give himself a way out at this time, he will definitely end up worse than those in Southeast Asia."

"Death is not terrible, what is terrible is dying with injustice, and there is nowhere to redress the injustice."

"Where is the Lin family?"

Guan Qing was waiting for Fu Xiting's will.

The Lin family has been favored by Fu Xiting more than once, and now that Lin Qinghe has passed away, Mrs. Lin insisted that Lin Qinghe's death was related to Fu Xiting in front of all the guests.

If they don't take some action now, then in the whole capital in the future, wouldn't anyone be able to step on the head of the Dongting Group.

"Pull someone out to report him."

"It's safe for me to land, and I have to be willing."

Guan Qing understood, nodded and turned to leave.

Within an hour, the news media had already begun to publicize what happened to Lin Qinghe during his lifetime.

What's more, someone directly threw out the evidence.

Like Zhao Zhen, he can't end well until he dies.

The moment the evidence was thrown out, some media rushed to the funeral home.

Since you can't learn to shut up, learn to pay for your actions!
Fu Xiting threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground, got up and looked at Guan Qing who was standing in the yard, looked at the documents in his hand, and told him to put them in the study.

Fu Xiting just entered the bedroom.

Low sobs and weak comforting voices were heard.

Yi Tian was crying, Jiang Yi was comforting.

This combination is really strange.

Jiang Yi leaned on the bed, her words of comfort to Yi Tian continued.

Fu Xiting stood at the door, covering his lips and coughing slightly. He cared more about Jiang Yi's body than sympathizing with Yi Tian's tragic experience.
Yi Tian's compassion was far less important to Fu Xiting than Jiang Yi's health.

Hearing Fu Xiting's cough, Yi Tian hurriedly got up, said something to chat with you, and left.

Fu Xiting sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Jiang Yi, whose face was pale and bloodless, and reached out to hook the hair on her face behind her ears, but someone slowly turned her head away.

"what did the doctor say?"

Fu Xiting withdrew his hand that was frozen in mid-air: "The disease brought out of the mother's womb cannot be cured, it can only be raised."

Jiang Yin stared at Fu Xiting, as if waiting for him to continue.

"Yitian said that you were born prematurely at seven and a half months. In those days, it was not easy to survive."

Jiang Yi understood that ever since she entered Jiang Yi's body, she often felt powerless. Whether it was staying up late at school to study, or staying up late after work and working overtime, there was always a kind of physical fitness that was not as good as the soul Running speed.

Jiang Yi always felt strange.

Thinking of her in her early twenties, she only sleeps for three hours a day and can still be alive and well the next day.

But Jiang Yi's body couldn't do it.

Seven or eight cups of coffee a day still can't resist the physiological drowsiness.

Everyone else is reborn as a big boss with golden fingers, but she, on the body of a modern Lin Daiyu.

It doesn't work here, and it's not comfortable there.

"That's it?"

Fu Xiting didn't dare to respond too much.

Jiang Yi just felt a little dizzy.

"Is that all I can do?"

Facing Jiang Yi's cold questioning, Fu Xiting didn't know how to open his mouth to ease the tense atmosphere.

The air in the bedroom was once cramped and it was hard to breathe.

Fu Xiting sighed slightly under Jiang Yi's silent gaze: "Your Excellency found Mr. Jiang."

"When?"

"just!"

Jiang Yi's eyes are deep and deep. Your Excellency went to find Mr. Jiang this time because he wanted to use Mr. Jiang's time to deal with them. There is nothing you can do?

Or do you know that you can't deal with Fu Xiting at all, and you need to ask for foreign aid?
"You let him go?" Jiang Yi looked at Fu Xiting. If his struggle with Your Excellency continued, it would not be wise to let Mr. Jiang go to see Your Excellency.

"If they don't let them go to Meng Qian, how can the cake be completely painted?"

If Mr. Jiang didn't go, how could he know what method Meng Qian had thought of to deal with him.

……

"Your Excellency, Elder Jiang is here, in the reception room."

Zhou Wentang stood at the door of Meng Qian's office.

The latter did not deal with official business. On this sunny afternoon, he sharpened his ink and wrote a poem.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhou Wentang remembered that many years ago in the Fu family's villa, Meng Qian once stood in front of the desk like this, rubbing ink and writing poems.

At that time, Fu Xiting was beside him.

These two people used to stand together and chant poems to fight against each other, but now there is no poems to chant, only to fight against each other.

I don't know how many people's lives have been taken away by the flashes of swords and swords you come and go.

Fu Xiting is Fu Xiting, and Meng Qian is also Meng Qian.

"Let him wait."

Inviting to come is a slap in the face.

Zhou Wentang understood.

With Mr. Jiang's rank, he was not qualified to enter the gate.

Mr. Jiang never thought in his life that he would one day become a guest of the Meng family.

At the pinnacle of power, where he aspires.

"Mr. Jiang, your Excellency is busy, please wait a moment."

The staff brought a cup of tea to him and explained softly.

The old man agreed.

About half an hour later, the old man seemed to realize that something was wrong.

But don't know what went wrong.

Until three hours passed, after sitting in the reception room and drinking cup after cup of tea, he obviously felt that Your Excellency called him up this time on purpose.

Maybe it's just to keep him dry.

"Secretary Zhou," the old man stopped Zhou Wentang when he passed by the door of the reception room.

And Zhou Wentang stopped and looked back at him, and said politely: "Mr. Jiang."

"I don't know why you called me here today?"

Zhou Wentang looked around, saw no one, stepped into the reception room, closed the door with his backhand, looked at the old man with a serious look and said, "Your Excellency invited Mr. Jiang to talk about academic matters, but what's the matter?" , just received a call..."

Zhou Wentang hesitated to speak.

The old man hurriedly said: "Secretary Zhou, but it's okay to say."

"Mr. Jiang doesn't know, you have had some conflicts with your nephew recently. Your relationship with your nephew has always been very good, but recently, I don't know whether it's because of getting married or what. The relationship between the two has dropped sharply. You just sent a big message fire."

The old man listened in a cloud of fog, and he didn't understand the relationship between the characters here at all.

So he looked at Zhou Wentang: "I really don't understand what Secretary Zhou said."

"Your nephew is Director Fu. The old man still needs to go back and tell his granddaughter clearly that the wind around the pillow is a good thing, but some winds can blow, and some winds can't."

"And which winds can blow and which winds dare not blow, you have to figure it out yourself."

The old man froze in place in a daze, his mind was full of the sentence that Fu Xiting is your nephew.

If this is the case...then why the Jiang family has no way to rise!
"Fu Dong is your nephew, why have you never heard of it in the capital?" The old man was very puzzled.

Zhou Wentang stood in front of the old man in a black suit: "Whether it's your Excellency or Director Fu, I don't like others prying too much into my private life. To put it bluntly, whether it's a relative nephew or a relative uncle, it's their own business." , has nothing to do with outsiders, Mr. Jiang had better keep this in mind, if any rumors leak out, you should know the consequences."

"Yes, yes, thank you Secretary Zhou for reminding me," the old man nodded repeatedly, and he almost knelt down and kowtowed Zhou Wentang to express his gratitude.

"You're welcome! I'll have someone send Mr. Jiang back."

"How is it?"

Zhou Wentang sent the old man away and returned to Meng Qian's office.

"Let's go," Zhou Wentang responded.

"According to my request?" Meng Qian asked again.

"Yes!"

"It turns out that Fu Xiting doesn't want to recognize me as an uncle. I want to see who these wealthy families in the capital will choose when they know that I have a bad relationship with Fu Xiting."

As Meng Qian said, he slammed the brush in his hand on the table.

Zhou Wentang was silent for a while, nodded slightly, and stood quietly aside.

　Meng Qian: Let them know that I have a grudge against Fu Xiting
　　Zhou Wentang: Mr. Fu is your nephew, Mr. Fu is your nephew +1008611
　　half a month later

　　Meng Qian: Have you become enemies with Fu Xiting?

　　Zhou Wentang: No, I’m getting more and more flattered () OMG!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)