Mr. Fu's little ancestor is reborn

Chapter 361 Chapter 361 Jiang Yi said: Go check Shiyue and Fu Xiting
Ahead, Shiyue, who was directing the staff to pack the album, looked back at Jiang Yi slowly.

The Jiang Yi at this moment is brighter than the Jiang Yi she saw a long time ago, as if the divorce is her achievement.

And not the bad things in her life.

Otherwise, how could a woman get better and better after leaving a marriage?
On this day, wearing a white down jacket and a turtleneck sweater that fell on his chin, he looked as cute as a pure white rabbit.

With such an appearance, it's no wonder that those men rush forward one after another to carry her stepping stones, knowing what she wants, but they still fly moths to the flame one by one.

Suddenly, Jiang Yi's mind flashed the figure of Fu Xiting, the man stood tall, standing beside Shiyue, his cold and serious face matched with Shiyue's cold and unearthly appearance, no matter how you look at it, it is a good story .

Jiang Yi was taken aback by what popped out of nowhere in his mind.

When she came back to her senses, Shiyue took the towel from the employee and wiped her hands: "Cheng Dong asked Mr. Jiang to come?"

Jiang Yi stared at her without responding, with a bit of disdain in her eyes.

"Cheng Dong would rather give Mr. Jiang double the commission than spend money to send me away. May I ask why?" She seemed to really not know all this.

Jiang Yi held the bag in one hand and put the other in his pocket: "We are all adults, sometimes we speak too clearly and it hurts people's face."

"Does Mr. Jiang think I have face?" Shiyue asked sarcastically.

She has lost face a long time ago, when Cheng Wen praised her, she was like the moon in the sky, when Cheng Wen threw her, what was she still?
fallen woman?MILFs?A cripple who was thrown to the ground after being cramped.

"No," Jiang Yi nodded, agreed to Shiyue's words, and unceremoniously followed her words to poke her spine.

Shiyue reached out and picked up the hair rope on the side, tied up her long hair, and said in a calm tone, "That's it."

"People like us are lucky to be born in this era, but if the age is pushed back a hundred years, I will die with more than [-] years, and I have nowhere to redress my grievances, but the times have given us such good conditions, why should I give up? As for The child Mr. Jiang said, I can do whatever I want, and I had no choice but to give birth to him myself. You solved him for me, and I am too happy to be happy!"

Jiang Yi seemed to have guessed that Shiyue would say that, she was too smart.

A woman who can manipulate a man in a high position can't do it without some skills.

Shiyue this man!
Pity.

Jiang Yi looked at Shiyue and smiled: "Miss Shi, have you ever heard a word?"

"President Jiang made it clear," Shiyue said as he walked upstairs, followed by Jiang Yi.

The two stopped at the tea table in Shiyue's office.

"The dividends of the times will only fall on some people, and some people, even if they try their best to fight for blood, they should not get it, but they still can't get it."

Shiyue boiled water to make tea, and the sound of the kettle rang in the office. She leaned on the chair and looked at her with a smile: "Boss Jiang is threatening me?"

Jiang Yi smiled hoarsely: "Is Miss Shi worthy of my threats?"

Shiyue was indifferent: "Mr. Jiang and Mr. Fu are worthy of being husband and wife, their words and deeds are so similar."

Every word and deed?
A string in Jiang Yi's heart broke, Fu Xiting and Shiyue?
Could it be that her suspicions over the past few days are true?
"Between a husband and wife, their hearts are drawn to each other, their habits converge, and they influence each other,"

The sound of the kettle stopped, and Shiyue picked up the teapot and poured Jiang Yi a cup of tea: "It's already in the past tense, does Mr. Jiang know how many people are staring at your previous position now?"

Shiyue was very ambitious, but Cheng Wen was still a bit short in the final analysis. As he got older, his relationship with his ex-wife was no longer a simple marriage, but a strategic partner, which was difficult for ordinary people to shake.

Even if she stays by Chengwen's side until she is old enough to disappear, she can achieve a positive result.

As for Shiyue, a person who relies on her appearance for her youth, what she wants to seek is a long-term stable relationship, not a fleeting relationship that is taken care of. Writing a document is just her second best choice.

But whenever there is a choice, she will not choose to write.

Jiang Yi picked up the teacup and twirled it in his hand, and the person leaning on the sofa was a little lazy: "Including Miss Shi?"

Shiyue didn't expect Jiang Yi to ask so blatantly, the hand that poured the tea froze, and the tea overflowed the cup.

Jiang Yi quickly pulled the paper towel aside and handed it over, and it fell on the tea to cover it. In just an instant, the water stains disappeared.

Shiyue looked back, and the panic all over her body disappeared: "Mr. Jiang thinks I have a chance?"

Jiang Yi laughed lightly: "Based on what I know about my ex-husband, Miss Shi's chances are basically zero."

Shiyue sneered in her heart. Of course she knew that she had no chance at all when she was in Fu Xiting's body. This man pays the most attention to human character and moral bottom line. For a woman like her who is ridden by thousands of people, Fu Xiting would rather go from the palace. find her.

But she still wanted to ask, to make Jiang Yi sick.

Let her guess the relationship between her and Fu Xiting.

"What if Mr. Fu changes his temper after the divorce?"

Jiang Yi took a sip of tea shallowly: "I never persuade others too much, if Miss Shi wants to know the truth, you can try."

"Mr. Jiang doesn't feel the need to respond?"

"Miss Shi, those who respond are never serious people." Jiang Yi's words clearly mean that if you want to respond, you are also responding to you, not us serious parties.

A prostitute who behaves like someone else means the loss of the world, and people like Shiyue can only act as actors forever, dancing their long sleeves to please others.

Shiyue was silent, staring at her for a moment: "Don't waste your efforts on Cheng Dong's matter, Ms. Jiang, I don't have any room for discussion here."

Jiang Yi picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea: "Do you know? Cheng Dong and her lover are only divorced in name, and legally they are still husband and wife."

Jiang Yi opened his mouth casually, following the sound of water flowing, he looked at Shiyue with a playful look.

"Should Miss Shi know what this sentence means?"

Jiang Yi had a panoramic view of the shock in Shiyue's eyes, looked at her unbelievable eyes and said: "As long as Dong Cheng is not legally divorced, then every penny Cheng Dong spends on you, he can pay for it." recover."

Jiang Yi looked around: "Your car, house, studio, and gold, silver and jewelry..."

Shiyue's hand holding the cup tightened: "Trick me!"

"Did Miss Shi see Cheng Dong's divorce certificate? Or did Cheng Dong personally promise you that he is divorced?"

Shiyue looked at Jiang Yi, pretending to be calm: "Miss Jiang should talk to my lawyer about these issues."

"I just gave Miss Shi a vaccination in advance."

Jiang Yi smiled lightly and retracted his words.

The attitude of not wanting to say anything further made Shiyue feel a little crazy.

But due to Jiang's intentions, she had to endure it.

Jiang Yi went to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing today. She came to him not simply to drink tea and chat with her.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, who would make a special trip for an unimportant person?

At the end of 10, the atmosphere of Christmas is always there. There is a huge Christmas tree at the entrance of Shiyue Studio. The young people passing by see the unique decoration of the studio. There is a huge Christmas tree at the entrance. People passing by can’t help but want to take a picture and re-create it. Walk.

Jiang Yi and Shiyue just sat by the window.Watching the passers-by coming and going downstairs.

"They should be about the same age as Miss Jiang."

Shiyue thought more than once that a girl in her early twenties, who is obviously at an age where she can enjoy everything recklessly, is willing to sneak into the shopping mall and compete for a place with a group of powerful men.

why?
Is it worth it to lose the innocence and fun that one should have at this age, and get something that is almost sacrificed for one's life?
But she has no answer, because she is not Jiang Yi, she does not have Jiang Yi's background, nor does she have Jiang Yi's husband.

Every choice in life reveals the influence of your native family on you.

The reason why Shiyue became Shiyue was not because she wanted to be, but because she couldn't help it.

Some people pulled her out of the abyss, while others kicked her into it.

"Everyone has a choice of lifestyle, as far as Miss Nashi and I are concerned," Jiang Yi twirled the cup in his hand.

"Then Miss Jiang thinks life is a voluntary choice or forced?"

"Half and half," Jiang Yi responded ambiguously.

"Man is determined to conquer nature and everything is fate is paradoxical, but one's state of mind is still controllable. Ms. Shi took this path, isn't it all due to the influence of the times and her native family?"

"If you want to take a shortcut to live a life of prosperity and wealth, you should bear the backlash brought by the shortcut. The causal relationship is reincarnation, and the continuation of cause and effect is continuous reincarnation. The two are one and not two."

Shiyue is good at language analysis. In other words, she has been pleasing men for a long time, and has developed the ability to observe words and expressions. Jiang Yi's words are nothing more than telling her in simple and clear words that everything she is experiencing now is her own. commit crimes.

"Do you believe in fate?" Shiyue asked Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi took a sip of tea: "Trust."

I didn't believe it before, but I believe it now.

In her previous life, Jiang Fu always thought that man would conquer the sky, but was pushed into hell by those people.

Resurrection, reincarnation of heaven.

Everything that should come will come, it's just a matter of time.

"Fu Dongxin?" There was something in Shiyue's words.

Jiang Yi's slightly curved eyes fell on Shiyue, and she never left Fu Xiting's words today.

There are all kinds of yin and yang in the words, it is difficult to make Jiang Yi not think too much.

Jiang Yi brushed his teeth with the tip of his tongue: "At this time, Miss has to ask Mr. Fu."

"I thought Mr. Jiang and Fu Dong had been married for two years, so he should know about it."

"Cheng Dongxin?" Jiang Yi asked back.

Shiyue was startled for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

The night falls quietly, the capital lights are on, and the cool winter wind blows in.

Disappear through this cultural alley.

When Jiang Yi left, she saw gifts piled up on the bar counter on the first floor of Shiyue Studio, she looked back at Shiyue: "Can I ask Miss Shi for a gift?"

Shiyue nodded, and glanced at Tao Juan: "It's my honor that Jiang always likes me."

Tao Juan handed the gift to Jiang Yi, and Jiang Yi took it. The kraft paper bag contained a packaged scented candle and a tea set.

"Goodbye is 2011, I wish Miss Shi a Happy New Year in advance."

Shi Yueluo's fingertips beside him froze: "Let's have fun together."

"Miss Shi had better think about my proposal. I will come again. I won't be so polite next time."

On this day, Jiang Yi left.

Tao Juan stood beside her and looked at Shiyue, a little puzzled: "Why did you agree to give her a gift?"

"Jiang Yi is very smart." She was repeatedly chilled by this woman's words.

Asking for gifts when she left was naturally not an easy move.

When New Year's Day in 2011 was approaching, when Jiang Yi came home, she asked Qian Xingzhi to stop the car. She went to a flower shop to pick out a handful of brightly colored Freud.

The roses are in full bloom, and the fist-sized buds are somewhat thriving.

Jiang Yi left the flower shop and went to the bank.

He came out with a bag in his hand.

When I got in the car, I handed it to Qian Xingzhi: "New Year's Day gift."

Qian Xingzhi opened it and saw more than a dozen packs of Grandpa Mao inside. He was frightened and handed the bag back: "Why did you give me so much money?"

"Year-end awards."

"You paid me my salary every month," Qian Xingzhi still refused.

Jiang Yi straightened the flower branch in his hand: "I said it, the year-end award."

Seeing that Qian Xingzhi was still resolute, her face darkened: "If you don't want it, just throw it away. I don't want to keep the money I took out. It's troublesome."

Qian Xingzhi's words of refusal reached his lips and he swallowed them again.

Put the bag in the copilot.

Continue driving to the villa.

In the back seat, Jiang Yi put the rose beside him: "Let Li Xing go and find out, what is the relationship between Jiang Yi himself and Su Sheng's second generation ancestor."

"What happened?" Qian Xingzhi was a little worried.

"When I saw him today, I was very flustered, and the fear crawled up from my back."

Qian Xing was stunned, Jiang Yi had never told him these things.

This is the first time today.

It's not uncommon for Su Sheng's second generation ancestor to take advantage of Su Xin's reputation to misbehave. If you want to investigate him, you will definitely be able to implicate Jiang Si's group of people.

Moreover, this person is an actor, and he pretends to be aggressive and innocent in front of the Meng family.

In fact, he is a prodigal son who lives among women.

"Fu Xiting's relationship with Shiyue should also be investigated."

Qian Xingzhi stopped at the red light and looked back at Jiang Yi: "What are you doubting?"

"The relationship between the two is very close."

"From the perspective of a man and a bystander, I advise you not to live too soberly."

"How do you say it?" Jiang Yi asked coldly.

"Director Fu is a man with a strong sense of responsibility and a bottom line. If he doesn't tell you, he has his reasons. If you find out something about your past that is unknown, will you say it or not?" Qian Xingzhi During this period of time, he was completely conquered by Fu Xiting. He firmly believed that this man's moral bottom line and conscience would not allow him to do anything wrong to Jiang Yi.

In Wen Sirui's words, all the men in the world have become scumbags, and neither will Fu Dong.

If a person hates a certain kind of person in his bones, how can he take the initiative to become that kind of person?

This is an insult to him.

Wen Sirui also gave an example, how many dirty things did Meng Qian do?But outside, he still defends his country in front of people from other countries.

Never blame this country because of Meng Qian.

People with a strong inner core are pines and cypresses everywhere, and they are the most upright.

Seeing Jiang Yi's silence, Qian Xingzhi asked again: "If that's the past that Director Fu doesn't want people to know, you know, wouldn't you open his wound? Just watch him dripping with blood?"

"Jiang Yi, the lover is not what you love."

Qian Xingzhi's words fell to the ground, and when the red light passed, he started the car and left.

At the intersection not far from the villa, Qian Xingzhi said something that shook Jiang Yi's soul: "If you are me, as long as he is still alive, you will be satisfied."

Jiang Yi was silent.

She knew about Qian Xingzhi's past.

Where his wife died, she also knew.

For a person who died in front of him and didn't even bring back his bones, he doesn't have much extravagance now.

The car stopped at the entrance of the villa, and Jiang Yi sat in the car in silence for a long time.

When she left Shiyue Studio, she still wanted to test Fu Xiting.

He took the gift from Shiyue Studio and took it home to beat Fu Xiting.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt that those gifts were an insult to her.

Insulting Fu Xiting also insulted their relationship.

Jiang Yi got out of the car, with bags and flowers hanging on her arms, and a gift from Shiyue Studio in the other hand.

Seeing this, Qian Xingzhi got out of the car and walked towards Jiang Yi, took the gift in her hand and said slowly: "Love him, trust him, and leave the rest to time."

"There is nothing wrong with being prepared, but excessive precautions will only make people feel chilled." These words are not heart-breaking. Qian Xingzhi stands in front of Jiang Yi. On a freezing day, he seems to be holding a knife, stabbing with precision Into Jiang Yi's heart: "Fu Dong only has you left. If you are like this, what is the meaning of his life? What is the meaning of struggling and fighting with others?"

He held the bag that Jiang Yi intended to use to test Fu Xiting in his hand, looked down at Jiang Yi, stroked her hair for the first time, and persuaded her like a big brother: "Jiang Yi, a smart person should not export for others Losing in the hands of others is far worse than being ruined in our own hands, and there are still excuses for losing to others, but it is unacceptable to lose to ourselves.”

Beside the two of them, a few weak lights were lit in the villa, and people could be vaguely seen moving around.

"Go! He's waiting for you."

As Qian Xingzhi said, he took the bag and went to the guard room on the side.

This is his short-lived base.

Jiang Yi pushed the door open and went in, the heating came on in the room, dispelling the coldness all over her body.

The person standing in the porch was shocked.

Fu Xiting came out and took the bag and flowers in her hand: "Shouldn't you come in when you get home, and blow the air in the yard?"

Jiang Yi responded to Fu Xiting's words while lowering his head to change his shoes: "We talked about something."

The man turned around and inserted the roses that Jiang Yi brought back into the vase. Behind him, Jiang Yi quietly walked over and stretched a pair of cold claws into Fu Xiting's waist.

Probably because of his psychological achievements, the man didn't react much except for a moment of tension when he was hit by the ice.

He hugged Jiang Yi with his backhand, bowed his head and kissed her forehead: "What's the name of the flower?"

"Floyd."

"Is there a moral?"

"Faith, reserve, tranquility, hope," when answering Fu Xiting's question, Jiang Yi suddenly felt that this was a portrayal of Fu Xiting's life.

The world kisses him bitterly, but he repays it with a song.

The man hugged her, rubbed his chin against the top of her hair, and said in a gentle voice, "I like it, is there any flower language?"

"You carelessly shuttle through my dreams."

Fu Xiting held Jiang Yi's hand tightly: "I hope our life is like its bright and warm colors, not like its flower language."

Jiang Yi hugged him and rubbed against the man's chest: "Yes."

"what's for dinner?"

Jiang Yi looked up at Fu Xiting, as soft as a doll.

"Hungry?" Fu Xiting asked softly.

Jiang Yien said.

Fu Xiting looked down at his watch: "Wait a minute? Wen Ziqi and Mengyao should be on their way."

"You dated them?" Jiang Yi frowned, probably because she felt uncomfortable being disturbed.

"do not like?"

Jiang Yi tilted his head: "That's not..."

She didn't speak, Fu Xiting pinched her waist and sat on the dining table, torturing her over and over again.

Kiss her deeply.

The ultimate tenderness was given to her.

After a long time, just when Jiang Yi was having difficulty breathing, Fu Xiting said softly against Jiang Yi's forehead: "You are not in the right mood today."

Emotions flashed wildly in Jiang Yi's mind, as if he was trying to find a suitable explanation to explain that his emotions were wrong.

After pondering for a while, she finally found a suitable reason and excuse: "Su Sheng came to me today and asked if I was interested in finding another home."

When Fu Xiting heard Su Sheng's name, his face turned cold: "What else did you say?"

"A lot of them, all flirtatious words."

Jiang Yi stroked the back of the man's neck like a cat.

The man put his arms around her waist and said seriously: "Second generation ancestors like Su Sheng, stay away from him."

"But he sticks to it like a piece of brown sugar." Jiang Yi pretended to be distressed.

Fu Xiting understood: "I broke three of his ribs last time, and he stopped for two years. This time... six?"

Jiang Yi suddenly laughed, and kissed Fu Xiting's lips: "You look handsome when you are angry."

"To be more precise, Mrs. Fu just likes to use other men to make me jealous."

"Isn't that because Mr. Fu calmly acts like a god who doesn't eat fireworks in the world. Seeing you descend to the world, my bad tastes arose."

Jiang Yi patted Fu Xiting on the shoulder and got down from the table.

"Su Sheng kept it, probably because the Meng family came to test it out. If he wants to play, I'll play with him."

As Jiang Yi said, she seemed to be frozen, and sniffed, Fu Xiting pulled a tissue and handed it to her: "How do you want to play?"

Jiang Yi blew his nose and wanted to find a place to throw the paper, Fu Xiting stretched out his palm: "Give it to me!"

She handed over the tissue in her hand, and then said her thoughts, but in return, there was silence.

"Isn't it right?" Jiang Jianren was silent and asked.

Before Fu Xiting could speak, the doorbell rang.

She went to open the door, and saw Wen Ziqi and Mengyao standing at the door carrying big and small bags.

Jiang Yi looked at it, a little surprised: "Why do you mention so many things?"

Mengyao replied with a half smile: "Then I have to ask Mr. Fu."

"It's the first time I've seen someone invite someone to dinner, and the guest needs to bring food."

Jiang Yi listened and suddenly laughed.

Taking the things in Mengyao's hands: "You understand, you are the only idler now."

Mengyao called out unwillingly: "I'm very busy, okay?"

In the living room, Fu Xiting's light voice sounded at the right time: "Are you busy eating and drinking at other people's houses?"

"It's still Fu Donggong, just tell the truth," Wen Ziqi sighed while carrying things into the kitchen.

Meng Yao curled her lips and looked at Jiang Yi.

The latter shrugged.

In 2011, Jiang Yi imagined many ways to meet it, but never thought of this.

A few months ago, she never thought that there would be a few people who would meet together.

In this small world, holding a wine glass, sitting around a hot pot, having a simple but not simple meal.

While the hot pot was boiling, Mengyao seemed to recall the past, and sent a sentence with emotion: "I feel that this is life."

At this table, there is no one who needs to poke other people's pain points for fun, so when Mengyao said this, everyone fell silent for a moment, and then followed.

Wen Ziqi poured her a glass of wine, followed by affirmative words: "After getting along for a while, your character and personality are fine, I can testify, so, Mengyao, if you don't There is no need to live for yourself, and I think we should give you a toast if you have this kind of ideological awareness.”

"32 years old, not too late."

Jiang Yi and Fu Xiting raised their glasses after hearing Wen Ziqi's words.

Halfway through dinner, Mengyao's cell phone rang.

She picked it up, glanced at it, and cut it off casually.

Everyone tacitly chose not to ask.

The homely warmth of talking around the fireplace flows in the living room.

Jiang Yi called Qian Xingzhi in, and everyone warmed the red wine and chatted about their daily life.

When the turning point was approaching, Jiang Yi nestled on the sofa, and Fu Xiting's hand was stroking her waist back and forth back and forth.

When the clock struck zero, the curtains in the villa were slowly opened.

Fireworks exploded in the yard outside the window.

When Mengyao saw the fireworks, she immediately rushed into the yard to play with the people outside.

She wanted to stand up and watch, but was pushed back on the sofa. Facing the laughter and laughter in the yard, he kissed her, licking her lips with the tip of his tongue, wandering wantonly, wishing that her life would be frozen here.

Jiang Yi hooked his neck and responded to him.

On this day, Fu Xiting put his arms around her, and said in a gentle and yearning tone: "I hope to grow up like this, and the weather will be new every year."

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