Mr. Fu's little ancestor is reborn

Chapter 349 Chapter 349: Love and I are divorcing to create opportunities for Lin Jingzhou

Still in the bedroom of the hotel, Mengyao was sitting on the bed hugging the quilt, with a dejected look on her face, and Wen Ziqi was a little stunned by her listless look.

"What time is it?" Mengyao seemed to be thinking of something, with a panicked look on her face.

"It's early, four twenty-five in the morning."

Mengyao: ...it's really early.

"Can I have a glass of water?" She wiped her face, looked at Wen Ziqi with a little pleading,

Wen Ziqi is not a gentleman, but he is not a straight man either.

He got up and poured a glass of water for Mengyao, and brought a mirror along the way, and told Mengyao seriously: "Drink the water first, and then look in the mirror, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to drink it down."

Mengyao absolutely does not believe in this evil.

The first moment you get a mirror is to look at your own face.

Sure enough—time was silent.

Wen Ziqi's mocking voice came at the right time: "I was able to carry you back tonight, purely because my moral conscience overwhelmed my disgust, so I didn't leave you on the road."

Crash - Mengyao lifted the quilt and got up to go to the bathroom.

When I got out of bed, I accidentally rested on the leg of the chair because I was too flustered.

She stood up touching her calf while looking at Wen Ziqi and cursing: "It's fine, what are you doing here with a stool? Go to court?"

Wen Ziqi: ... "I knew you were heartless, but I didn't know you were so heartless. Mengyao, you are so bad. I brought you back last night. I have carried you a lot, little girl, more than 30 An old woman who just lost her love at the age of [-] is still the first time a big girl gets on a sedan chair, so forget it if you don’t appreciate me, and scold me?”

Mengyao didn't bother to say anything, she went into the bathroom to remove her makeup, but she couldn't find anything to remove her makeup after searching for half a circle, she looked at the raccoon in the glasses, and couldn't bear to look straight at it.

She looked sideways and called Wen Ziqi: "Wen——."

Before the words were spoken, a bag of toiletries was handed in at the door.

Mengyao took the things and couldn't help sighing: "If Si Bai was half as good as you, we might have already achieved the right result."

"It's more than that! The children are running all over the place."

Wen Ziqi made up for it.

The words fell to the ground, and the sound of unpacking in the bathroom stopped for a moment.

"I'm sorry," it's cheap to say, but poking someone's sad place is indeed a bit unkind.

"Truth, no apology," she said indifferently.

Wen Ziqi lit a cigarette and stood by the window to smoke.

Four o'clock in the morning—quite early.

When Mengyao came out after washing her face, she became more awake. She glanced at Wen Ziqi who could only stand by the window: "Why were you in the bar last night?"

"Appointed Director Fu to talk about things."

"Boss Fu? Is Jiang Yi okay?" Mengyao thought for a while, and she definitely felt sorry for Jiang Yi, because she just cheated him.

"Ask the wrong person," Wen Ziqi replied lightly, smoking a cigarette.

Mengyao said oh.

Wen Ziqi looked back and saw that the dark makeup on Mengyao's face had been washed off, and her eyes were clean.

"Say hello to you in advance. I beat up Si Bo last night. If he asks me for money, I'll let him come to you."

"This is not good!" Mengyao was a little stunned.

"Don't want to see people or don't want to lose money?"

"I don't want to."

Wen Ziqi: ... "Are you a poor ghost?"

"It's certainly not rich compared to you."

"You said it yourself, and you will lose money."

"I drank too much, you also believe it?"

Mengyao put on an attitude that no matter what you say, I have no money anyway, and confronted Wen Ziqi.

The latter looked at her, squinting his eyes and smoking a cigarette. Wen Ziqi only asked when the cigarette was about to end: "Mengyao, are you a few years away from menopause?"

boom----.

The ashtray brushed against Wen Ziqi's head, hit the wall and landed at his feet.

Wen Ziqi's hand holding the cigarette froze in place.

For a while, the air was a little cramped.

Three to five minutes later, the landline in the guest room rang, Wen Ziqi walked over to pick it up and turned on the speakerphone.

Over there, the front desk staff's words were gentle: "Hello, sir, the guests downstairs complained that your room was too noisy, your side——."

"Got it," Wen Ziqi said, looking at Mengyao.

The latter shrank his neck.

"Feel sorry."

Wen Ziqi hung up the phone and looked at Mengyao: "Secretary Meng just said that she would agree with her body?"

Mengyao: ... "I'm just talking, Mr. Wen still takes it seriously?"

Wen Ziqi: ... Old women are deceptive.

"Okay! Then you wait for Si Bai to hook you up!" Wen Ziqi said, walked up to Mengyao and grabbed her arm, leading him to the window, opened the curtain and pointed to a gray off-road vehicle below. : "Miss Zhang's people, have you seen it?"

"If you weren't worried that I would leave and you would be killed in your dreams, do you think I would spend the middle of the night facing an old woman with a raccoon face in a hotel?"

"Can you shut up?"

"No, you just hit me with an ashtray."

"I apologize." Mengyao sincerely admitted her mistake.

"Si Bo apologized to you, do you forgive me?"

"You don't compare me with that kind of dog, it's bad luck!"

Wen Ziqi: ... "You are right in everything you say."

"Where are you going?" Wen Ziqi finished speaking and opened the door to leave, Mengyao grabbed his arm.

"Go home," the man said in a low tone.

Mengyao pursed her lips, thinking about how to speak, but Wen Ziqi hadn't figured it out before she said, "Take you home?"

The latter nodded like a pounding garlic.

"Do you think it's appropriate?" Wen Ziqi asked her back.

"Mengyao, you are so shameful, can you still hold the coffin boards of your parents? You followed Jiang Yi to hide, but now you want to follow me, a mere Si Bai, no matter how powerful you are, you have weaknesses. You are being chased to play Son, isn't it quite enjoyable?"

"Or, what you're doing now is playing hard to get, and you never thought of leaving Si Bai's side at all? Are you still in love? Or do you want to force Si Bai to choose between Miss Zhang and you? If it's true , I advise you to give up! Ever since Fu Xiting refused to give Si Bai a share, Si Bai's situation has not been easy. Now, he has to remain stable or go up, but the road to the mountain is long and difficult. If you don’t find a backer, you will definitely die on the way.”

"Do you think, based on what you know about Si Bai, he is the one who would let himself die on the way?"

Wen Ziqi stretched out his hand to pull Mengyao's claws away, and lightly complained: "Worthless."

.........

In the morning, the sun shines into the bedroom.

Jiang Yi woke up with a touch.

She raised her eyes in a daze, just in time to see Fu Xiting looking at her with his eyelids open.

"you're awake?"

Jiang Yi rubbed his face in a panic, reached out and touched Fu Xiting's forehead, and then felt that the temperature of his hand was unreal.

He leaned over and pressed his forehead against it, and felt relieved when he saw that the fever had subsided.

"drink water?"

Fu Xiting hummed, his voice hoarse.

Jiang Yi poured a glass of warm water, helped Fu Xiting get up and drank most of the glass.

Just as she was about to walk away with the cup, the man's hand passed through her waist and pressed her to the front of her body.

Jiang Yi lay on the man's shoulder, her face fell on his neck, feeling his warmth.

The two were speechless, and the man's palm moved back and forth on her back.

Jiang Yi is like a cat being masturbated.

He squinted comfortably.

"what time is it?"

"It's almost nine o'clock. I answered Guan Qing's call just now. Rest today?"

Jiang Yi's words came with inquiries.

Probably because he knew he was busy.

Fu Xiting thought for a moment, and finally hummed after a long time.

Jiang Yi put the cup on the bedside table, reached out and touched his back with a caress.

"are you hungry?"

"kindness."

"Shall I get you something to eat?"

"Where's Auntie?" Fu Xiting didn't want Jiang Yi to dip into the spring water.

It's been like this since Yuyuan Garden. If Jiang Yi is free and interested, it's a different matter.

"I sent people away, and I want you to recuperate comfortably."

The man's heart warmed, he lowered his head and rubbed Jiang Yi's neck, and thanked him.

The latter pulled away, looked at Fu Xiting with a smile, and wanted to kiss him, but the man avoided him: "It will be contagious."

"It was contagious last night, don't rely on this," Jiang Yi said, holding Fu Xiting's face and kissing him hard.

"Relax! I'll get you something to eat," Jiang Yi reached out and patted the man's back.

The latter sighed slightly, and his arms around Jiang Yi were not loose but tight: "I want to cling to you."

Jiang Yi's heart seemed to be bitten by an ant, it was slight and hard to find.

It turned out that she also had a day when she was affected by people's words and deeds.

Jiang Yi kissed his hair with sideways eyes, and slowly rubbed against him: "Then - go downstairs together?"

"kindness,"

It is the first time for Fu Xiting to visit the living room of this house. It is different from the exquisite and elegant Yu Garden. This house has a little clutter in the retro style. The green plants in the room are half the height of a person, and the messy books piled up on the coffee table. Everything shows that this is half of Jiang Yi's office.

I don't know if the aunt didn't clean up or she didn't let the aunt clean up.

When Fu Xiting stood in front of the living room and looked at all this, Jiang Yi was putting things back in place, and it took him a long time to free up a place that Fu Xiting liked.

"You will be seated."

"Auntie doesn't clean up?"

"I won't let others clean up," Jiang Yi said.

Fu Xiting seemed to have thought of it, and thought, sure enough.

When she was in Yu Garden, her study was seldom tidy.

But the living room is not so cluttered.

"Why was it different in Yu Garden?"

What Fu Xiting said, the speaker had no intention, but the listener had a heart.

Jiang Yi reached out and touched him, coaxing him softly: "There are many people in Yu Garden, so it's more comfortable here."

Fu Xiting hummed, but did not speak.

The man sat by the sofa, casually flipping through the documents and materials on Jiang Yi's desktop.

During the flip, a greeting card fell out.

【Fang Chen from a distance, birthday is auspicious】

Short eight characters, no signature.

But Fu Xiting is familiar with this handwriting.

Lin Jingzhou's handwriting is the best symbol of his own identity. Someone once said that Lin Jingzhou's handwriting is as gentle as jade like his own.

And Fu Xiting has heard these remarks at the wine table more than once.

Happy birthday?

Did you write it on Jiang Yi's birthday, or Jiang Fu's birthday?
Either the former or the latter.

A long time has passed.

It's been a long time, but this greeting card is still in Jiang Yi's book.

Fu Xiting looked at it, feeling uncomfortable.

Jiang Yi came out of the kitchen to pour water, and when he bent over to hand it to Fu Xiting, he saw the card in his hand.

And the man has been watching the expression on Jiang Yi's face from the very beginning.

It seems to want to see her reaction.

Jiang Yi reached out and put the cup in front of Fu Xiting.

"what?"

what?
Fu Xiting remained silent, turned the book over and placed it in front of Jiang Yi's eyes.

Ka Jiangyi didn't know, but she knew about this book.

Not long ago, Lin Jingzhou sent it. She was not at home when it was delivered, so my aunt brought it in directly.

Seeing Fu Xiting turn the book over, Jiang Yi probably knew it.

Generously admitted: "Lin Jingzhou sent it; he was not at home when it was delivered, and my aunt brought it in."

Fu Xiting was silent, and his tone was uncomfortable: "Is the divorce between the two emotionally creating opportunities for Lin Jingzhou?"

Jiang Yi: ...... Got it!Again.

Jiang Yi didn't say much, stretched out his hand and threw the book into the trash can, to put an end to Fu Xiting's next words.

As for the latter, all the words that came up in his mind were rendered speechless by Jiang Yi's snappy action.

A mouthful of fire was held in his chest and he couldn't get up or down.

An angry person coughs continuously.

Jiang Yi reached out to comfort him, but Fu Xiting stretched out his hand to stroke him away.

"Are you okay?"

"You want to piss me off, don't you?"

Jiang Yi knelt down and handed the water glass to Fu Xiting: "How can you say that!"

"You died on the front foot. Someone sent me to be buried with you on the back foot. I have already died once, and I want to live a few more years."

This is the truth, how many people are eagerly waiting for Fu Xiting to fall!
But dare not move.

I didn't dare to do it before, and I don't even dare to do it now.

Fu Xiting spread rumors overtly and secretly to rectify his relationship with Your Excellency, and people outside believed them half-truthfully.

He put this preconceived notion into the opponent's heart, which made everyone feel a little more afraid of him. He also reversed Meng Qian's character design and asked him to think about his own feathers before doing anything to him.

Everyone made it clear that it was because of Fu Xiting's face that they were polite to her. If Fu Xiting died, she would be the first to be buried with her.

Fu Xiting took the water glass from Jiang Yi's hand, and gave her an annoyed look.

"Aren't you going to cook?"

"There is something I want to discuss with you."

The man nodded: "You say."

"I just couldn't get through with Mengyao on the phone, Mr. Fu, do you see? Contact Mr. Wen?"

Fu Xiting: ... "Let's change your name!"

"If you like to meddle in other people's business so much, you'll be called Jiang Xian, what do you think?"

Jiang Yi: ... "You know, Mengyao has no friends or family, so I'm worried..."

Before Jiang Yi finished speaking, Fu Xiting dialed Wen Ziqi's phone and handed it to Jiang Yi.

Knowing that there is no problem, Jiang Yi returned the phone to Fu Xiting.

The latter took it, and his tone was quite calm: "Can you give me a stutter?"

"can."

When the porridge and vegetables were in front of him, Fu Xiting was silent for a moment.

"Just woke up, I'm afraid you will feel uncomfortable if you eat greasy food."

"Is there any reason why you have lost weight recently?"

"Maybe, yes!" Jiang Yi said.

Jiang Fu loves vegetarianism, the kind of love she has liked since she was a child. Whether it is light fasting or vegetarianism, it is a habit she has insisted on since she started working.

But Jiang Yi's body couldn't stand her treatment. In the Yu Garden, Fu Xiting was particular about food, and she had no choice but to accept it.

After leaving Yu Garden, everything is up to you.

From eating habits to living habits, everything is my previous standard.

Fu Xiting went down with half a bowl of porridge, looked at Jiang Yi, and talked to her seriously: "Do you know that Jiang Yi is a premature baby?"

"Before you came, she was just a medicine jar. The doctor decided that she would not live long after she was born. It was Yi Tian who fed her medicine by mouthful."

"Go on! The dream of going to other people's graves to dance disco at the age of 30 is not impossible."

Jiang Yi: ... "How do you know this?"

The man took the food with chopsticks and put it in the bowl: "Yi Tian said it."

"Why don't I know?"

"You can't feel it in your own body?" Fu Xiting didn't believe that she didn't know, so he pretended here.

Jiang Yi took a sip of the porridge, feeling a bit dull.

"How about Cheng Wen?"

"The Wenzi period will be resolved."

"Are you going to cooperate with Wen Ziqi?"

Fu Xiting coughed, Jiang Yi pulled a few pieces of paper and handed them over, and the man took it: "Otherwise?"

"Still cooperating with a heartless person like Si Bo?"

Fu Xiting's rhetorical question made Jiang Yi silent.

Nodded, indeed.

On this side, when Shiyue woke up from her sleep, she saw Tao Juan sleeping on the side of the bed.

She reached out and pushed him away.

The first thing Tao Juan did when she woke up from the panic was to ring the bell to call the doctor.

"How are you?"

"What's wrong with me?" A person's physical discomfort can be felt instinctively.

"The child is gone," Tao Juan choked up looking at Shiyue.

When Shiyue was silent, she knew that her child must be lost when she was still awake.

Cheng Wen kicked her stomach violently. It would be strange if the child could be kept.

"anything else?"

Tao Juan's expression told her that things were not that simple.

"You said, I'm mentally prepared."

"You—the uterus was removed. During the operation, the doctor said that the bleeding could not be stopped. If you don't remove it, you will die."

As Tao Juan spoke, she burst into tears.

Shiyue lay on the bed, a little dazed.

There was no sadness or joy in his calm expression.

"I asked you to call the police, did you report it?"

"Reported, the police came and said you were awake, let me contact them."

Shiyue closed her eyes: "You can contact me now."

"If we fight against Cheng Dong, will it—"

"Do as I say," Shiyue said with a firm attitude.

Cheng Wen didn't care so much when he beat her to death, so why did he estimate so much?

In the early morning of the next day, the news of Shiyue's newspaper came out.

Cheng Wen was busy with his ex-wife's funeral, so he didn't care about time at all.

I thought that Shiyue would be obedient if he was attached to him.

How do you know, take a bite back.

Even if the newspapers were full of news, the lawyer even found the funeral home.

Chengwen looked at the lawyer hired by Shiyue with a gloomy face, and asked what the other party meant.

The other party, with a tough attitude, shook the newspaper in his hand and handed it to Cheng Wen: "I think Dong Cheng should know about this, I am Miss Shi's lawyer."

Chengwen reached out to take the newspaper and took a closer look.

His face was dark.

Almost gritted his teeth and said the word time and moon.

"I know Mr. Cheng is busy with his ex-wife's funeral now, but I still hope Mr. Cheng can spare time to resolve this matter. After all, public opinion is a sharp knife. If it is not dealt with in time, it is not impossible to see the blood and seal the throat. My client She is still lying in the hospital, if she is free, it is not impossible to have a news page a day."

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