Mr. Fu's little ancestor is reborn

Chapter 59 059: Witness the funeral

Fu Xiting's hand covering the medicine box stopped abruptly, and he stared at Jiang Yi in a daze.

Do you have to tell the world after you die?
These words sounded too sad and indignant.

But by coincidence, Fu Xiting was reminded of something, and he looked down at Jiang Yi who was squatting on the ground.

The suspicion in Ou's eyes almost dripped water.

But Jiang Yi seemed to have said that sentence inadvertently.

Turn a blind eye to his scrutiny.

She swallowed the ibuprofen from the cup in her hand.

He squatted on the ground and hugged his knees for a while before standing up.

Seeing that Fu Xiting didn't move, his eyes fell on him suspiciously.

In the middle of the night, the doubts in Fu Xiting's heart were gradually magnified by the quiet air.

"Because I want to be a true realist, not an ant living in the shadows"

When these words slowly came out of Fu Xiting's thin lips, Jiang Yi's heart was beating wildly.

She couldn't remember clearly, she couldn't remember exactly when she said this sentence to Fu Xiting, so that this man remembered it.

In the middle of the night, Fu Xiting's doubts about her came rushing like a flooding river.

Jiang Yi, on the other hand, tried hard to suppress the beating emotions in his heart, and tried hard to turn his eyes into puzzlement.

She tried to make herself an ignorant person.

"What are you talking about, Mr. Fu? There is a lot of poetry in the evening?" Jiang Yi stared at him for a moment, as if watching a psychosis.

That gaze was particularly stark.

Fu Xiting had a panoramic view of the bewilderment and doubts in Jiang Yi's eyes.

It seemed that she really didn't know this passage, and had never heard of it.

The sweat on Jiang Yi's back came out layer by layer, and there were beads of sweat under the thin pajamas.

This man——too scary.

Fu Xiting's mind is as delicate as a hair, making it impossible for Jiang Yi to hide and avoid.

As soon as she entered the room, Jiang Yi pretended to be calm and closed the door, but only for a moment, she slowly slid onto the floor against the door panel.

He clutched his chest and panted heavily.

When Fu Xiting returned to the room, he passed by the door of Jiang Yi's room and stopped for a while.

It seems to want to see what happened.

The doubts in his heart made him entangled for a short time.

Eventually, the man left.

As for Jiang Yi, he let go of his tense emotions only at this time.

All night, she was half asleep and half awake, and all the people in the dream appeared together, forcing her to a dead end.

wake her up.

The next day, in the early morning of May 28th, Fu Xiting was wearing a black suit and even a black shirt, and went out early.

Fang Chi sent her down the mountain.

From Yu Garden to Jiangnan Garden, there must be a Kangzhuang Avenue in the middle. This Kangzhuang Avenue is also extremely famous in the capital. It is said that the famous and powerful units in the entire capital are all on this road.

And the International Negotiation Department is among them.

When passing by, she saw a number of black Coster driving slowly from the side.

There are a number of black private cars with white flowers behind the Coaster bus.

Slightly puzzled, he glanced sideways, and Jiang Yi only felt five thunderbolts when he looked at the past.

The blood all over her body rushed up to her forehead and eye sockets, making her tremble all over.

On the leading car, hung his own photo.

It was her favorite work photo during her lifetime, it was simple and elegant, the only difference was that at this time——it was in black and white.

The windows of the bus were closed and it was driving slowly on the main road.

Jiang Yi's gaze changed from shock to grief.

It was an emotion close to pity, she was like a criminal, living in this world but unable to tell anyone.

Although she was still alive, she indirectly witnessed her funeral.

In Jiang Yi's heart, it seemed that tens of thousands of claws were ruthlessly grinding her and ravaging her, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Jiang Yi's hand clenched into a fist, and her nails dug into her flesh, making her palm dripping with blood, but even so, she still didn't feel anything.

In the blink of an eye, she saw Fu Xiting's 3456 car, and the man seemed to have seen her too. Waiting for the gap between the traffic lights, the man's car window was slightly pressed down, revealing a delicate and affectionate face.

Fu Xiting's appearance is not soft and beautiful, but the kind of calmness that has seen the vicissitudes of the world. Just looking at it gives people an infinite sense of security, yes - a sense of security.

"Today is the funeral of the international negotiator Jiang Fu," Fang Chi seemed to have seen Fu Xiting, so he started to chat with Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi held back the pain in his heart, and pressed back his emotions: "Why did your husband participate?"

"Yes, Mr. admires this lady very much. He once praised her as the only Jiangfu in the world."

Jiang Yi's right hand trembled unconsciously. She reached out and squeezed her palm fiercely.

"Really? It's a pity that the person he admired has passed away."

Fang Chi sighed helplessly: "Yes."

"I heard that the plane exploded, and there were no bones left. What was buried today is the Clothes Tomb."

"Stop by the side of the road. I'll go to the bookstore. You don't need to deliver it."

"But----."

"parking."

Jiang Yi was resolute and did not give him the slightest chance to refute.

Fang Chi had no choice but to pull over and stop.

Jiang Yi dived into the shopping mall, pushed open the door of the bathroom cubicle, and squatted on the ground—crying loudly.

That kind of unconcealable mourning sounded in the narrow space, she was like a person abandoned by fate.

Struggling to come out, to separate the soul from the body.

But she was powerless.

She bit her wrist, causing the scream to be lowered.

But this low-pitched cry still alarmed the people outside, and someone patted on the door panel and asked what was wrong with her.

While she couldn't hide the heart-piercing pain in her heart, she wanted to choke up and tell people outside: "I'm fine."

People outside walked away suspicious of the letter.

And he still wondered: "It's nothing, why can't you cry in a low voice."

The girl beside him persuaded: "Forget it, let's go! She said it's okay, no one has a sad time yet."

Jiang Yi sat on the toilet and raised her head, crying with tears streaming down her face.

In addition to bite marks, there are also scratches on the hands.

It looked horrible.

On May 2010, 28, Jiang Fu's funeral was buried in the martyrs' cemetery in the suburbs of the city.

A black and white photo hangs on the tombstone.

Today, the sky in the capital is gloomy.

Like Jiang Yi, crying uncontrollably is her fiancé, Lin Jingzhou.

In less than half a day, everyone in the circle knew that Lin Jingzhou fainted at Jiang Fu's funeral and was sent to the hospital.

When everyone heard the news, they were slightly silent and speechless.

The two people who met at the age of 27 or [-] were separated by Yin and Yang at the age of [-] or [-].

As far as fate is concerned, this is a joke in itself.

It's a big joke.

Many people at the funeral were silent.

Some people's silence is true, and some people's silence is false.

Everyone's condolences to Jiang Fu's parents were all knives.

(End of this chapter)