Mr. Fu's little ancestor is reborn

Chapter 352 Chapter 352 Jiang Yi said: I really want to see you today

Standing at the door, Ai Hao seemed to think of something.

After walking a few steps and trying to catch up, someone grabbed his arm.

Looking back, it was Wen Sirui.

"what?"

"To beat a worker, one should have the consciousness to beat a worker. Is the boss inviting you here to let you spur her?"

Ai Hao: ...that makes sense.

"So? What do you want to say?"

"Mr. Jiang wanted to take over Mr. Cheng's case, but he has not found a suitable reason to take it. Your task now is to find a reason."

"How to find it?" Ai Hao was puzzled: "This kind of case is accepted as soon as it is wanted. Why do we need to find a reason? We have always followed the commercial route. If we now enter the case of Cheng Dong into family negotiations, it will undoubtedly be a problem." Open up new ideas for the company! The thing that kills two birds with one stone is in front of us, why do we need to find a reason? Moreover, having a big business man like Cheng Dong as our pioneering stone is nothing but providing us with opportunities to make money."

"Shiyue's side is not easy," Wen Sirui stood at the door and looked at Jiang Yiyuan's direction.

"What's the problem? She's just a mistress, and she's not a rich lady, and she won't have any business dealings in the future. Do we still have to give her face? We are rushing to give face to this kind of person?"

It was hard for Ai Hao to understand that sentence was hard to handle.

It's hard to say to a junior?
Wen Sirui also thought of Ai Hao at the beginning, but after thinking about it, he realized that things cannot be done blindly: "Shiyue is a weak person now."

"So?" Ai Hao was puzzled again: "She is weak, what does it have to do with us? Is it because she is a weak chicken that we don't earn this money? Is it because she is a weak chicken that everyone in the world Do you have to pamper her and get used to her?"

"What do you think?"

Ai Hao sneered: "Besides the law, don't believe such things as fairness and freedom. Everyone has a steelyard in their hearts. These wealthy ladies in the capital are yelling that Shiyue is a victim. You push them away." Take a look inside, who is not applauding in his heart, and whose mind is not written with the four words of "deserving crimes". The reason why everyone is shouting so much now is because they are vested interests. Fu Dong occupies the country. They are Unfortunately, if Chengwen is down now, they can't eat meat and they can drink some soup, right?"

"In this matter, for those with vested interests, the best way is that Shiyue is the victim and Chengwen is the perpetrator. They help Shiyue push down the mountain of Chengwen, which is better than killing Shiyue. The former they still If you can pick up some scum, the latter - you can get nothing but carnival in your mouth."

"They wish that a thunderbolt from the cold sky would come down and kill them, and the moon would be fine."

Wen Sirui was speechless, looked at Ai Hao, folded his hands on his chest and asked, "Why are you so clear?"

"Surf more," Ai Hao reached out and patted her on the head.

Thinking of something, she looked back at her: "Let Mr. Jiang surf more, don't you know that the Internet is full of her words."

On this day, Jiang Yi left the company without driving.

At this point, the nearby elementary school is out of school, and the time spent in traffic jams must outweigh the time spent walking back.

She held up an umbrella and walked home along the street with her bag.

Counting 10 minutes away, she bought a bouquet on the way.

A matching bouquet rests in the crook of her arm.

She hung the umbrella at the door of the villa, shook the water off her body, opened the door and went in, saw Fu Xiting standing in the living room answering the phone, without even taking off his shoes, ran over and hugged the man's waist from behind.

Fu Xiting was taken aback, said a few polite words on the same side and put the phone down on the sofa. When she turned around, she found that she hadn't taken off her clothes, and her coat was wet with water.

A bouquet of flowers was placed at the door.

"So early today?"

"I thought you must be here, so I came back early."

Fu Xiting reached out and took off Jiang Yi's coat, and put it on the back of the sofa.

He took off the scarf around her neck again.

Touched her long hair: "The hair is wet."

"Go wipe it?"

Jiang Yi nestled softly into Fu Xiting's chest, and pretended to rub it, like a little milk cat.

Seeing this, the man's heart softened, he put his arms around Jiang Yi, and kissed the top of her hair: "What's wrong? Today? In a good mood?"

"Not bad," she responded sullenly.

It's really modest to say that it's not bad, after all, the written billions are beckoning to her.

Fu Xiting let out a muffled laugh, and got his palms into her sweater: "I'm so happy with only a few billion? If I knew Mrs. Fu's point was here, I should have exchanged all your jewelry, bags, etc. It’s cash.”

Jiang Yi raised her eyes to look at the man, wanting to kiss his chin, but when she kissed him, she realized that the man hadn't shaved. Jiang Yi touched the pricked lips, and gave him an unhappy look.

Fu Xiting smiled.

It was a good mood to see Jiang Yi's deflated appearance.

He stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around the person's waist and brought them in front of him.

Thin lips fell down, tossing and turning.

The two have been getting along for a while, as thick as spring water, almost breaking out at the touch of a button.

It takes almost an instant for dry wood to ignite.

It was already dark early in the winter after the rain.

The two are entangled together, almost forgetting themselves.

In the villa, the heating was turned on, and there was no one else, so the sofa became a battlefield for the two of them.

Jiang Yi sat on the sofa, clinging to the man's shoulders and undulating, the two foreheads touched, and the groans could not be suppressed.

Not only Jiang Yi's, but also Fu Xiting's.

The shallow cry is like the muffled thunder in spring, it doesn't make a sound, but it touches people's hearts.

The hibiscus tent warms up the spring night.

When awake, it is already nighttime.

With a thin blanket covering the two of them, Fu Xiting comforted Jiang Yi.

The latter's slight panting was accompanied by one or two coughs.

The man reached out and hugged him a little tighter.

"Go up and take a bath, I'm afraid you will catch a cold," the man's hoarse voice rubbed against Jiang Yi's ears.

The latter nodded slightly, and wanted to say something, when he opened his lips and made a real coughing sound.

Fu Xiting held Jiang Yi with one hand, took the blanket from the sofa and put it on her back, and went up to the bedroom on the second floor.

Fu Xiting carried Jiang Yi into the bathtub, wrapped in boiling hot water, Jiang Yi sighed comfortably, like a cat, took Fu Xiting's hand to smooth his fur.

The man spoiled and laughed: "It's only now that we feel like we are in love."

Jiang Yi leaned on her arms and looked sideways at Fu Xiting: "Don't you feel very stressed?"

Fu Xiting stroked Jiang Yi's hand for a while, and looked at him with a half-smile: "Which aspect is Mrs. Fu talking about? If it's physical strength, I should have verified it just now."

"If Mrs. Fu has doubts, can I have another bath?"

Jiang Yi froze, like a cat being held by the back of the neck, and hurriedly said, "Psychological pressure."

Fu Xiting's hand fell on Jiang Yi's waist: "The pressure of others is a rare happiness for me."

"I have been afraid of others sticking to me since I was a child. If they give me too much enthusiasm, I will feel panic. When I disturb others after work, I will also imagine in advance whether I will become a burden to them," 2010 , the term social fear has not yet come out, but Jiang Yi already faintly feels that he is this kind of person.

Although she is a master at killing all directions at work.

But in private, she doesn't want people to disturb her own life, and likewise, she won't disturb the lives of others.

She has also applied the thoughts she has always had to her married life.

It is precisely because of this that Fu Xiting feels that Jiang Yi is advancing and retreating in this marriage relationship.

Never completely settled down.

"Husband and wife should be the closest friends, comrades-in-arms, partners, etc. in this world. Imagine, if in a cooperative relationship, your partner always gives you a feeling of being far and near, and touch Don't you feel very insecure?"

Zou Yin and Jiang Kuo didn't give Jiang Yi a complete childhood, so she has a cold personality.

It wasn't Jiang Yi's miss, he understood.

"Yiyi, your excessive interruption is a sense of security for me."

"Come on, let your husband hug you."

The man held Jiang Yi's waist with both hands and fished him in front of him. The two of them nestled in the bathtub and became conjoined twins.

"I really want to see you today," Jiang Yi murmured.

Fu Xiting said kindly, rubbing his chin against the top of the woman's fluffy hair: "Me too."

"Hot pot at night? I bought the ingredients."

"it is good."

Jiang Yi turned the house aunt into a part-time aunt, and Fu Xiting was naturally extremely happy.

Without outsiders, the two of them get along much more easily, and they won't be sneaky anymore.

In case the aunt sent him a text message in the middle of the night saying that there was a man in Jiang Yi's house.

In the open kitchen, the hot pot ingredients in the pot were heating up. Fu Xiting was removing the ingredients, and Jiang Yi took two bottles of beer from the refrigerator.

"Meng Yao's wine!"

"Drink first, then talk," Fu Xiting said simply.

Jiang Yiyin was worried: "I don't know what happened to Mengyao."

"If Si Bo doesn't look for her, she will be fine."

Fu Xiting put the bowl in front of Jiang Yi, and mentioned today's inspection.

"I guess it won't take two days for Vice Zhang to organize a game." People like them, who value such things as life and death, know that this is the time when they need to add luster, if they offend Fu Xiting It means that the lottery in career is gone.

Zhang Le hooked Si Bo, which was equivalent to one-third of his stability.

But two-thirds of the big base is still in the hands of Fu Xiting.

"If there is no accident, call Mengyao at that time."

Jiang Yi was boiling the meat in the pot, and looked at Fu Xiting with an expression of knowing what you were going to do: "Si Bai must go to this kind of occasion, who are you trying to disgust by calling Mengyao?"

Fu Xiting curled his lips: "Disagree?"

"That's not it either."

"That's fine."

"Do you think it is possible for Meng Yao and Wen Ziqi?"

"You mess up the mandarin ducks so much, Yue Lao will probably die of anger if he finds out."

"Don't you think it's a good match?"

"Female junior holds a golden brick, marry her Mengyao and double it?"

"Is Wen Ziqi so young?"

"Speak up, baby."

Jiang Yi: "Where do you want to go?"

Fu Xiting did not speak, but raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Yi.

It was this glance that made Jiang Yi admit defeat.

In the hospital ward, Shiyue was lying down with his eyes closed.

Hearing noises in the ward, she opened her eyes and looked, not surprised by the visitor: "Why are you here?"

"Come and see you, what are the people who vowed to lead us to overthrow Jiang Yi now?"

Zhao Ying pulled out the chair and sat opposite Shiyue.

The lights in the ward spilled down and fell behind her, making it look a bit dim.

"Are you here to laugh at me?"

"Cheng Wen went to find Jiang Yi and wanted her to come forward to negotiate with you,"

Shiyue sneered: "It's useless to find anyone, I won't let him go."

"If Jiang Yi accepts Cheng Wen's commission, what do you think your chances of winning are?"

"Just get to the point," Shiyue said, not in the mood to listen to her yin and yang.

Zhao Ying didn't panic, she reached out and took out a stack of photos from her bag, and put them in Shiyue's hand: "I found the servants of the Fu family a long time ago, and they told me that your father was from the Fu family back then. Steward, and the reason why he died was because he was beaten to death by Fu Xiting for committing a treasonous thing, Shiyue, you hid very deeply."

Zhao Ying followed this aunt for almost half a year.

Everyone kept silent, never mentioning the events of the year, and made it clear that they didn't want to mention it, or they didn't dare to mention it.

In the end, it was her grandson who was sick and needed money, so she said it.

This news, 120 million.

Shiyue glanced at the photo, and her mind was as steady as Mount Tai: "Miss Zhao showed me these, what is she trying to prove?"

"Can I understand that Ms. Shi belongs to Mr. Fu, and all of this is just Mr. Fu's plan to become Mr. Dong. The reason why you found us in the first place to conspire is because you want Jiang Yi's position."

"Zhao Ying, have you been fooled by Jiang Yi, so your brain is not normal? Or did you sleep with the dead and return to the coffin and take your brain to the underworld? It's a pity that you can imagine not being a screenwriter!"

"So, is Miss Shi going to tell us?"

"Does Ms. Zhao think I'm stupid? When I threw out the bottom line when I was weakest, did I want you to kill me, or did I want Cheng Wen to kill me?"

As Shiyue said, she stretched out her hand and rang the call bell on the bedside, and the nurse came in to ask about the situation.

Shiyue pointed to Zhao Ying: "Nurse, please take me out, I need to rest."

Zhao Ying was kicked out from the ward, stood at the door of the hospital and took a deep breath.

She now fully understands the feeling of having nowhere to go.

Ever since Jiang Yi made trouble last time, she has long since lost her place in the office of the Negotiation Institute.

Fortunately, the old man of the Zhao family is still alive and has joined the enterprise as his successor.

But inaction doesn't mean you don't want to.

She still couldn't let go of Jiang Yi's hatred.

I wanted to pull the Shiyue Alliance, but I died before I started, and something happened to Shiyue before it even started.

Just as Zhao Ying was about to get into the car, a hand behind her reached out and pressed the car door.

She looked back and saw Lin Jingzhou standing behind her.

"Have you gone to see Shiyue?"

"What's with you?"

"How long are you going to be stubborn?"

Lin Jingzhou took Zhao Ying's hand, almost gnashing his teeth and questioning her.

Zhao Ying thought it was funny, and shook off Lin Jingzhou's palm: "I told you, it's none of your business."

Lin Jingzhou stared at Zhao Ying, smiled abruptly, and took out his mobile phone to Zhao Ying: "You think I want to control you? Did you see that?"

(End of this chapter)