Mr. Fu's little ancestor is reborn

Chapter 371 Chapter 370: Bankruptcy

Few people know Fu Xiting's characters.

The word Yanting has not been mentioned for many years. Since Meng Shu's accident, these two words have almost been blacklisted in his life. , not much.

But today, Shiyue said these two words in front of Jiang Yi.

what does this mean?
Jiang Yiduan gently shook the cup in his hand, looked at her, and always had a bottomless smile on his lips: "Miss Shi is talking about you being under the fence of Fu's family? Or do you want to Said that your father wanted to fly on a branch and become a phoenix?"

She lightly knocked on the wall of the cup, watching her panicked with a leisurely and contented look.

"This is Miss Shi's bargaining chip?" Jiang Yi is not a kind person.

And when Shiyue came in from the very beginning, her keen eyes were like lasers scanning every corner of the room, taking in all her details. This move undoubtedly showed the appearance of being ready to attack at any time.

She was on fire, so I couldn't just sit and wait for her to bombard me.

But Shiyue was the first one to declare her sovereignty over her territory.

Shiyue narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Jiang Yi, her deep black pupils were full of sloppy inevitability: "That's all?"

She touched the wall of the glass with her fingertips: "Mr. Jiang and Mr. Fu are husband and wife? Or comrades-in-arms? Or is it a community of interests based on the relationship between the two?"

The calm look on Jiang Yi's face did not make Shiyue feel the slightest panic, on the contrary, she had a little more chance of winning.

"Of course the superficial things can be briefly mentioned, but if Mr. Jiang hasn't heard the story from Fu Dong, let me tell the story in it?"

Shiyue picked up the cup and took a sip of tea casually.

When thick green tea surrounded the office, Jiang Yi felt as if someone had pinched his stomach, and a sense of nausea rushed up.

"As a senior housekeeper, I can't bring my children into the employer's home, but I grew up in Fu's family, and the reason why I can go in is also the credit of Fu Dong. Mr. Jiang must not have heard Fu Dong say it! We There was an obscure past separated by a layer of window paper. The ignorance of boys and girls collided with the feelings of that age. When everything was about to be revealed to the world, something happened to my father. During this period, five years Situation, Mr. Jiang should be able to perceive that there is another person buried in Fu Dong's heart besides my father."

"This is not something that is aboveboard. No one would bring this past to the table, but Mr. Jiang should know what kind of person Fu Dong is. The reason why he didn't say it is why."

"Boss Jiang forced Director Fu, right? If a man as proud as Director Fu hadn't been forced, he wouldn't have told his wife about his filthy past. He's too proud, otherwise he wouldn't have left. to the point where we are left alone.”

"We have an obscure past separated by a layer of window paper. The ignorance of boys and girls rubbed against the feelings of that age."

Jiang Yi thought about this sentence over and over again in his heart.

Fu Xiting mentioned Meng Shu's future and past, but did not mention the past month.

This woman claimed that she came from a wealthy family, but now it seems that it is not all false.

Her so-called rich family turned out to be the Fu family.

Facing Shiyue's story, Jiang Yi's heart was turbulent, but her appearance was unmoved. She squinted her eyes and looked at her with a hint of playfulness: "So, Miss Shi didn't go abroad because she wanted to go abroad for further studies, but because she was driven away by Fu Xiting. out of the country?"

"And the reason why Ms. Shi failed was not because she was infatuated with this city, but because she was not reconciled to finding Chengwen."

Jiang Yi slowly explained Shiyue's series of operations in an affirmative tone.

Look at her like an actress.

It seems that Shiyue set up the stage and sang a play, but Jiang Yi interrupted her halfway and told her, this play!She has seen it a thousand times.

"If I'm not mistaken, Miss Shi still loves Director Fu, and all of this is caused by unwillingness. You came to me today to find out that the written text is fake, and you want me to know that the truth is true."

Jiang Yi put the cup in her hand on the coffee table, lifted the teapot with her plain fingertips and refilled her cup. When she lowered her head, her long eyelashes covered her inner sternness.

When she looked up, she was still the calm Jiang Yi: "Did Miss Shi find the wrong person? If you want to say this, you will also tell the next Mrs. Fu."

Shiyue's fingertips holding the cup turned white.

Looking at Jiang Yi's gaze hides killing intent.

Jiang Yi is unmoved, she does not deny that Shiyue is very smart, and she has a clear goal along the way. Whether she is abroad or at home, her methods are masters in the circle of wives.

But—she is not someone else.

If she can't even deal with someone like Shiyue, why has she been messing around for so many years?

"Miss Shi, if I were you, I wouldn't waste my time on others. Instead, I would go to people to ask for money. Be careful that you won't lose money by stealing chickens, and everything will become nothing."

Halfway through the conversation between the two, Ai Hao came in with his mobile phone, clicked on the news and showed it to Jiang Yi, she nodded and waved her hand: "Send Miss Shi out."

When Shiyue came out of Jiang Yi's office, before he could get into the car, he received a call from the secretary.

"Miss Shi, Director Cheng declared bankruptcy."

Shiyue's ladylike demeanor disappeared instantly: "What did you say?"

"You watch the news."

In the car, Shi Yue turned on his phone to watch the news.

The news of Cheng's Group declaring bankruptcy was impressively in the headlines.

She looked up at the direction of Jiang Yi's office on the second floor.

And Jiang Yi seemed to have seen her gaze, and raised the cup in his hand, as if to say congratulations.

Looking at each other through the window, the two of them had chilling eyes,

Jiang Yi used the landline to call Shiyue, and when the other side picked up, she spoke in a calm voice: "Does Miss Shi know why she was deported from the country in the first place?"

Jiang Yi was silent for a moment, and smiled to the side of the phone: "Because you are disobedient."

And now, the reason why she can't get the money is also disobedient.

"If the white-eyed wolves in this world are divided into grades, which rank does Miss Shi think she should be in? United into Dong to plan for Fu Dong? Miss Shi, a thief shouldn't be so loud when stealing things."

After Jiang Yi finished speaking, she hung up the phone without giving her a chance to refute.

On January 1, Fu Xiting and Wen Ziqi jointly calculated a large sum of money and threw the project in his hands into the hands of foreign capitalists, leaving him helpless.

And all this planning lasted for several months.

Shiyue sat in the car trembling with anger, if all of this was written by Fu Xiting, then the matter of Cheng Wen's ex-wife must also be his scheme.

He knew what he and Chengwen were planning, so he used Chengwen's ex-wife as a point of conflict.

The whole thing broke down in the middle, and she and Chengwen became the ones who were suppressed instead.

Excellent prey often appear as hunters.

She should have known earlier that it would be good for him to make Fu Xiting willing to be the prey.

Wen Sirui came in and saw Jiang Yi standing in front of the office, thinking about something with lowered eyes, and asked worriedly with a dim expression, "What's wrong?"

"Shiyue has an ambiguous relationship with Chairman Fu," Jiang Yi said with a gloomy expression, even trembling in his tone.

Wen Sirui was startled, isn't Shiyue related to Cheng Dong?
Why are you related to Fu Dong again?

This woman is too scary!
The first rich and second rich in the capital are all in her pocket?

The next Ms. Deng?

Wen Sirui didn't know how to persuade her for a while, but was probably shocked by the news.

It was still Ai Hao who came in from the door in a dawdly manner, and closed the door with his backhand: "If there is a relationship, there is a relationship! If there is a relationship, isn't it still not in the top?"

"The more you think about it, the more you fall into other people's arms. Shiyue is abroad, but anyone dares to do it. In her eyes, you are just a springboard to gain vested interests. The more you lose control of your emotions, it proves that this springboard can jump. The more successful you are, and besides, who had a few confidante friends when you were young? There are many open and secret loves, you can ask Sihan, he can count a truckload of childhood sweethearts for you."

"It's just that he is a defeated general. Didn't the Tathagata Buddha's Wuzhi Mountain not escape?"

"How could Dong Fu, who pays so much attention to his family, go to such a small motor as Shiyue? If this kind of woman is sent to Fu Dong as a servant, he will probably think that her family is not clean."

Ai Hao said while putting the document in his hand in front of Jiang Yi: "Don't think about it, if my mother is like you, she will definitely not live to be 30 years old. The little girl my father touched is older than my mother, no Don't you want to prevent the two of them from torturing my pug?"

Wen Sirui became angry: "Did you persuade others like this? Is it reasonable to go out and mess around?"

"This is the ideological prejudice of you women. Look at the men in the mall who have not been fucked by others in the early stage of their business. The forced helplessness in the entertainment field and the choice in life are two different things. You go out Didn't anyone touch your leg when discussing cooperation?"

"I don't agree with men messing around, but Mr. Fu's situation is not called messing around. If he broke it at the beginning, it would be a real ex-girlfriend. Doesn't President Jiang also have an ex-boyfriend? It's just the difference between open and dark .”

Ai Hao took out the pen and opened the cap and handed it to Jiang Yi: "Sign it soon, we can start moving after signing, it's a shame that there are hundreds of people crowded on the second floor and there is no place to put the materials."

On January 1, Jiang Yi's company was sorting out the moving matters.

Fu Xiting still did not return home.

The warming period is in the stage of losing contact.

On the evening of the 20th, Xu Qi came out of the villa next to the hospital with a bad complexion.

Wen Qi came out to inquire about the result, Xu Qi shook his head with a low face: "Mrs. Fu's bone disease has turned into cancer."

"What about the surgery?" Wen Qi said eagerly, "She's only in her 50s!"

"The others are not yet old enough to retire, so is she going to retire from the world?"

Wen Qi's mournful and forbearing voice was full of tears, looking at Xu Qi like a lifesaver.

And Xu Qi, helpless: "It usually takes three to five years for breast cancer to spread to the lymph nodes, but you know Madam Fu, with depression, it will only go faster. The results of oral therapy and conservative treatment are the same. It is better to let her go." Be decent."

Wen Qi couldn't bear it, grabbed Xu Qi's hand and cried: "Did you tell Chairman Fu?"

"Wen Steward, the plan I just mentioned is the plan after the expert consultation. Mr. Fu has gathered experts from home and abroad a month ago. Mrs. Fu is also lucky to have Mr. Fu. If there is no money to support the high I'm afraid the international medicines will not arrive in half a year, so if you persuade your wife well and keep a good attitude, you might be able to buy some time."

When Xu Qi left, Wen Qi was sitting under the eaves, as if his soul had been sucked out of him.

Could it be—is it really going to end?

If this is the case, how miserable is her life?

Meng Shu has been sacrificing herself to achieve others all her life, and she has never been forgiven by Fu Xiting.

This life—really?
On January 1, Jiangyi Company moved to a building near Fu Xiting Company, occupying the 21th and 20st floors.

She chose a place to have dinner.

Private kitchen of Chinese garden architecture.

When everyone was drinking and having fun together, Jiang Yi received a call from Jiang Chuan and left the box with her mobile phone. Just as she took the door and was about to leave, a waiter came over with a pot of sauerkraut fish, stepped on a banana peel and slipped towards Jiang. Come here.

At the other end of the corridor, someone seemed to have seen it, and a sound of caution sounded.

Before Jiang Yi could recover, someone came over and gave her a hand, and with a wave of his hand, hit a pot of pickled fish that was coming towards her on the door.

Jiang Yi's back felt cold, and she raised her head tremblingly, and saw Zhou Wentang holding his hands and frowning and looking at her: "Are you all right?"

She shook her head slightly: "Are you okay?"

"Secretary Zhou," before Zhou Wentang could answer, someone greeted him from behind.

Jiang Yi knew this man.

A certain minister, Zhou Wentang probably invited someone to have dinner here today.

"No problem."

"I'll take you to the hospital." The pickled fish soup is thick oil. It doesn't look warm on the surface, but it's actually very hot.

Jiang Yi was embarrassed, she should have sent Zhou Wentang to the hospital because of her.

"I'll take Secretary Zhou there!"

"Don't bother Mr. Jiang," Zhou Wentang glanced at the minister next to him and asked people to enter the box to take the things to the hospital.

Zhou Wentang is elegant and low-key, this is Jiang's first feeling when he sees him. When she was Jiang Fu, the two became close friends, not close, but if she asked for something, he would definitely agree. will agree.

The superficial interest relationship has been maintained for many years.

Now, Zhou Wentang's actions today reminded Jiang Yi of the previous situation.

The relationship that is not close or not far away seems to be alive.

The door of the box on the side was opened, and the people who entered came out again.

Zhou Wentang stood in front of her with his hands in his hands, his eyes drooping slightly, hiding the emotions that were about to burst out: "Congratulations."

Jiang Yi was taken aback.

Starry eyes watched Zhou Wentang leave.

That congratulations sounded like a blessing from an old friend for many years.

he knows?
Zhou Wentang didn't know why he blocked that blow.

When he saw the pot of pickled fish heading towards Jiang Yi, he felt panicked like never before.

It shook him even more than the news of her death.

When death comes, he cannot change it.

But regarding today's matter, he actually had the intention to try his best to turn the tide.

It was a feeling of a dead heart suddenly coming back to life.

If the crack of the object is slow, then today, it broke with a snap.

Plain and simple, for no reason.

Zhou Wentang was sitting in the car with his injured arm, and he didn't need to look carefully to know that there must be a scene of flesh and blood under the clothes.

It is impossible to die from pain, but the feeling of dull pain can kill him inch by inch.

This situation is like the feeling when facing Jiang Yi's death.

You can't die, but you can't live well either.

The man in the co-pilot's eyes fell on the road ahead.

Glasses obscured the emotion in his eyes.

Get rid of turbidity.

"Is Secretary Zhou okay?" A worried voice beside him interrupted his thoughts.

Zhou Wentang said it was fine.

This night's dinner is over halfway.

Jiang Yi was worried on the way home, and was even more sleepless at night.

Thinking of Zhou Wentang's congratulations, he couldn't sleep at night, so he sent Fu Xiting a phone call at three o'clock in the morning.

On the other side, the man received a call from his wife for the first time after days and nights of sleepless nights.

Before leaving, the two had a conversation, and don't contact if there is nothing to do.

So as not to mess up the opponent's position.

But now Jiang Yi called.

When the phone vibrated, Wen Ziqi raised his eyelids, and the awareness of prevention in his eyes rose and fell instantly.

Beside her, Mengyao was lying on the table to catch up on sleep, with a whole stack of research reports and financial analysis sheets under her arms.

Fu Xiting went out with his mobile phone, Wen Ziqi pulled Mengyao's dangling coat from her shoulders.

The people in this office are all half asleep and half awake to catch up on sleep, maybe it will be another big battle at dawn.

"Not asleep yet?" The man's hoarse voice had a dry cough.

"How are you doing?" Jiang Yi asked.

Fu Xiting cleared his throat. There were many things going on here. He thought that the company that was written was at least a substantive enterprise. Unexpectedly, it was almost an empty shell.

What he never expected was that all the executives in the company were warriors trained by his wife, and when Cheng Wen's ex-wife died, the company was on the verge of collapse.

"It's not going well, and it's not going badly, baby, you haven't answered me yet, why haven't you slept yet?"

"There's something that's keeping me from falling asleep."

Fu Xiting went to the bathroom next to him with his mobile phone, washed his face with cold water, and tried to wake himself up: "Say it."

Jiang Yi roughly told Fu Xiting what happened tonight, the man listened, his eyes tightened: "Are you burned?"

"I'm fine, you said Zhou Wentang?"

Fu Xiting lit a cigarette and smoked it while leaning against the washbasin in the bathroom. In the mirror, the scruffy image of not shaved for several days came into view. Fu Xiting took a puff of the cigarette: "Zhou Wentang likes you, to be exact, like you Jiang Fu."

Jiang Yi: ...

"Zhou Wentang has two homes, one is in Jingyuan near Meng's house, and the other is in the community near the People's Hospital, which is your original hometown. He doesn't live in that community permanently, but he often sends things he collects there. "

"What?" Jiang Yi was surprised.

Fu Xiting sighed: "It has something to do with you."

When he saw the room for the first time, even though he was well-informed, he was also shocked. The room was full of portraits of Jiang Fu, newspapers, interviews, wild pictures and official pictures densely filled the room, and the walls were covered with posters about her. photos and news.

What's more, there are photos of her participating in school activities when she was studying.

(End of this chapter)