Mr. Fu's little ancestor is reborn

Chapter 387 Chapter 386 Obtaining the Certificate Before the Meeting

"Fu Xiting," asked Meng Qian when he had been wronged like this.

Has always been the object of admiration.

Today, he was pinned down by his own nephew to grind on the ground.

That's all, he still wants him to be a puppet?
"Go ahead and shout."

The man turned and went back to the chair by the window and sat down.

With Erlang legs crossed, his posture is as proud as a peacock just waking up.

Qian Xingzhi stepped on Meng Qian's back, forcing him to lie on the ground unable to move.

The latter lay on the ground and looked up at Fu Xiting, gnashing his teeth, with uncontrollable anger flashing in his eyes: "Naughty beast."

Fu Xiting tilted his head slightly, and glanced at Qian Xingzhi behind him. The latter understood and stepped on Meng Qian's head.

"Under the roof, you have to bow your head. Does uncle still need me, a junior, to teach you?"

"You don't have to think that someone will come to rescue you. Your guards and your secretary-general are not here."

"You said you can't bring outsiders into the arena, and the surname Li arranged all of this. It's your idea, isn't it?"

Fu Xiting smiled: "Yes, what can you do to me?"

"The way of heaven is full of jealousy, and the hexagram is not in the end. Uncle, you are all thanks to yourself to this day!"

"You don't have much time, should you be my puppet and continue to sit in this position and enjoy your current glory and wealth, or should I put the video on the big screen in the banquet hall downstairs now, and I count dozens of , if you don’t make a choice, I’ll take it as your second choice.”

"Fu Xiting, your mother is right. You deserve to be alone in this life. No one can compare to you in this position. Sooner or later, you will be a homeless ghost."

"Ten," Fu Xiting's thin lips moved slightly.

"Is your mother sick? You see, the Fu family will lose all children and grandchildren when you come here."

"Nine," the man remained unmoved.

"You are a nemesis."

"Eight"

"If I were you."

"I know uncle's answer," Fu Xiting said, throwing the USB flash drive in his hand to Qian Xingzhi, who caught it and took the things to the door.

In an instant, his sanity collapsed and his dignity was shattered.

Meng Qian quickly got up and grabbed Qian Xingzhi's arm, and the latter threw him away almost reflexively.

With a smile on the corner of Fu Xiting's mouth, he looked at him as if watching a joke.

Waiting for Meng Qian, the controller, to become a little bit in his hands.

Downstairs in the banquet hall, Jiang Yi's mood was tense. The little guy in his stomach might have felt it, and he moved frequently.

There were many people in the venue, and she was not easy to appease.

Holding the champagne and walking aside, Wen Ziqi was not seen, but Mengyao.

Seeing her uneasy expression, the latter walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"What about Wen Ziqi?"

"Outside, I haven't come up yet. Meng Qian has a lot of guards when he goes out, and he needs to be controlled. Mr. Fu upstairs has not solved it, and the people below can't leave."

At this moment, the parking lot is another scene.

The guards brought by Meng Qian were surrounded by layers of guards, intending to rush out, but the other party was Fu Xiting's people.

There have been all kinds of rumors in the capital recently, and no one knows the specifics.

If Fu Xiting and Meng Qian have a harmonious relationship, if they rush out, they will die.

While tensing, Wen Ziqi heard a sound in his ears.

Glancing at the person beside him, the latter understood and took a step back.

Seeing that the crowd had dispersed, the guards ran towards the banquet hall upstairs.

Pushing open the door hastily, what he saw suddenly was Meng Qian standing in the crowd.

The guard stood at the door, looking at each other.

And very sensible, took the door and backed out.

When Su Xin woke up, the banquet had already ended.

The hotel room was filled with smoke.

Meng Qian sat on the sofa in the room and smoked one cigarette after another.

She rubbed her head and sat up, suddenly saw herself lying naked on the bed, startled: "What's wrong with my clothes?"

Meng Qian sneered, and lit some ash on the ashtray: "Are you asking me?"

"What do you mean by being weird?"

Meng Qian squinted at Su Xin: "The Hong Kong businessman is fake, and today's banquet is also fake. All of this is a trap set up by Fu Xiting, and I'm just waiting for you and me to sneak in. As for your clothes—you can see for yourself."

Meng Qian threw the photo in his hand to her, and Su Xin picked it up.

When his eyes fell on the photo, his whole body was icy cold, and he was shocked to realize that he fell on Meng Qian again: "What's going on?"

"That's what you saw."

"How could I be like Su Sheng——."

"I know, get dressed," Meng Qian was obviously not in the mood to talk to her about what happened.

Instead of appeasing Su Xin, what he thinks about now is how many Fu Xiting's people are around him.

If there is no coordinator, how could he set up such a perfect situation without any flaws?
Meng Qian walked to the door, looked at Su Xin and reminded: "I will give you a week to deal with Su Sheng and Shiyue."

When Meng Qian sees these two people now, he can recall the chaotic scene.

In the early morning of February 2, Shiyue was woken up by a basin of cold water while sleeping.

Like a drowning person opening his eyes in panic, what he sees is Su Xin's cold and angry face.

"What does Mrs. Meng mean?"

Su Xin stretched out her hand, and the person beside her handed her the prepared ticket knowingly, and threw the ticket on Shiyue's face with her backhand: "Tonight's flight."

"what's going on?"

"You don't need to know what happened, Miss Shi, if you don't want your life to end here, I advise you to be obedient."

After Su Xin finished speaking, her contemptuous eyes slowly swept across her.

How can I say that feeling?
It was as if Shiyue was an insignificant ant.

If you want to trample to death, trample to death.

When Shiyue saw Su Xin leaving, she wanted to catch up. Su Xin was her bargaining chip to gain a firm foothold in the capital. Without her, it would be difficult for her to move forward in the capital.

After going through the written word, she finally reached the peak, how could she let it slip away in vain?
No, no, she would never let this happen.

As soon as she lifted the quilt and saw her naked body, a string in her mind suddenly tensed up. Adults knew what happened.

What's more-she is still an adult who has experienced many men.

Shiyue's heart trembled slightly, and she watched Su Xin leave while wrapped in a quilt.

Almost instantly, she rushed to the bathroom mirror and looked at her body.

Tried to see something in the minutiae, but apparently—nothing.

Not even a slight discomfort.

On February 2012, 2, for Fu Xiting and his wife, it was the end of a stage.

At dawn the next day, some people ran for their lives.

Someone fiddled with the house and searched for things all over the house.

Since the beginning of Jiang Yi's pregnancy, Fu Xiting's already gentle voice has softened a bit, and it has been a long time since such a thing happened loudly.

It's even worse to call people by their first names.

But today, Mr. Fu's first thing in the morning is to search for things all over the house, from the bedroom to the study.

From study to bedroom.

After turning around several times like this, he stood at the railing on the second floor and shouted loudly, "Jiang Yi, where is your ID card?"

This loud shout scared the people downstairs who just got up and didn't even change their pajamas.

The little guy in his stomach played Tai Chi.

Jiang Yi held the cup in one hand, stroked his stomach with the other, and drank it back in displeasure: "What are you yelling at?"

"I have a meeting at ten o'clock, and I went to get my card before the meeting."

Mr. Fu's hurried appearance is really embarrassing.

When Yi Tian heard this, his teasing eyes fell on Jiang Yi.

"What's the hurry, can I still run away?"

Fu Xiting refused to obey, and stepped down the stairs, words flowed: "I'm relieved if you take care of me."

"The marriage certificate is the affirmation of marriage given by the law."

Jiang Yi took a sip of water, and choked back angrily: "Even if our relationship during this time has not been affirmed by the law, you are still unimpeded, and you are still killing people?"

"Yiyi," Yi Tian felt that her words were neither serious nor serious, so he frowned and shouted.

Jiang Yi pursed her lips, glanced at Fu Xiting, raised her hand to touch the cat squatting on the dining table, and muttered softly, "It was."

In the early morning of this day, Zhou Wentang was invited into the office by Meng Qian.

The moment the office door was closed, Meng Qian threw the ornaments on the desk and hit him on the shoulder. In an instant, Meng Qian's angry voice came out: "That's how you do things?"

"Is this what you do as secretary-general?"

The latter, as before, bowed his head respectfully and apologized.

"Sorry? Sorry? Sorry can save everything?" The gradually rising tone in the office made everyone outside shrink their necks.

Don't dare to spy half a minute.

It's a trivial matter to scold at the head. A person like Meng Qian can do anything for the sake of profit.

It was an hour before Zhou Wentang came out of the office again.

He closed the door and went out, only to see Fu Xiting bringing someone in.

Fu Xiting was probably the only person who could walk in here in such a grand manner.

The two looked at each other, and Fu Xiting's eyes fell on Zhou Wentang's wet and tea-stained clothes.

You can probably guess what happened before he came.

Reaching out from his pocket, he took out the handkerchief and handed it to him.

But the latter refused softly: "Thank you, no need."

Fu Xiting's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, turned around and looked back at Zhou Wentang's straight back, and left his sight.

Guan Qing stood behind and watched the actions of the two.

Thinking of Zhou Wentang, I feel pitiful.

Fu Dong is a person who has entered into cause and effect and obtained cause and effect.

But Zhou Wentang entered the cause and effect, but did not get the cause and effect.

The house full of portraits and various newspapers carried the emotions that he hadn't had time to vent.

Looking back, I learned that Jiang Fu was still alive.

But this kind of being someone else and living as a wife is more terrifying than knowing that she is dead.

People's thoughts go to hell.

If you climb out of hell again, you will not be able to go to heaven.

Guan Qing looked away slowly, and called softly: "Sir."

Fu Xiting squeezed the handkerchief in his hand, and put the things into his pocket.

Pushing open the door of Meng Qian's office, he stepped in.

"Didn't I tell you to go away?" Meng Qian's anger had not subsided, if he hadn't thought that Zhou Wentang would have a meeting in the afternoon.

Definitely won't just let him go.

A shout of anger was exchanged for a sneer.

Meng Qian looked up, only to see Fu Xiting standing at the door, suddenly - alert.

"What are you doing here?"

"Of course I came to set rules for Mr. Meng. Could it be that I came to drink tea with you, the defeated general?"

He is not so leisurely and elegant.

Even if there is leisure and elegance, it will not be used on Meng Qian.

Money has never lost a fight in this world.

Burning with anger, Meng Qian strode towards Fu Xiting, walked up to him and raised his head to warn him: "Don't forget whose territory you are in now."

Instead of being angry, Fu Xiting smiled, and stretched out his hand to straighten Meng Qian's collar: "Then don't forget, I can send a copy of what I have in my hand to everyone in your office."

Just one sentence made Meng Qian die.

He is like a struggling fish.

Being controlled by Fu Xiting, he can't die, and can't jump out.

Is Meng Qian willing?
Naturally not reconciled, after so many years of being a swordsman, suddenly becoming a fish, this feeling is like going directly from heaven to hell.

On this day, Fu Xiting left.

Meng Qian found Meng Shu.

The people standing at the door of the villa were stopped by Wen Qi, but Meng Qian would not eat this closed door.

The door of the villa was pushed open forcibly, Wen Xi watched helplessly as Meng Qian broke in.

　Thinking that the countdown will end in ten days, with my speed, I probably won't be able to finish it——
　　I like Zhou Wentang,

　　
　
(End of this chapter)