Mr. Fu's little ancestor is reborn

Chapter 87: Chapter 87
Jiang felt that Fu Xiting's dislike came from the soul level.

Can't hide, can't hide.

Fu Xiting took Jiang Yi's hand and walked to the side of the car, Jiang Yi didn't even think about it, he just shook his hand away.

"Crossing the bridge and demolishing the river?" Fu Xiting's cold tone did not turn.

"The premise of crossing the river and tearing down the bridge is that I used Mr. Fu," Jiang Yi clarified the facts.

"What's the difference between using my person and using me? Miss Jiang, please explain to me."

Jiang Yi choked, but there was indeed no difference.

But she wouldn't admit it if there was no difference.

Wouldn't admitting it be equivalent to sending your face to Fu Xiting for a slap?
"The difference is that I know Guan Qing better than Mr. Fu."

"Really?" Fu Xiting raised a smile that Jiang Yi couldn't understand.

As he said that, the man took out his mobile phone: "Call me and ask?"

Without even thinking about it, Jiang Yi took the phone from Fu Xiting's hand.

There was a somewhat smug smile on Fu Xiting's lips: "Get in the car? Or should I talk to Jiang Ze?"

It sounds like a question, but it's actually a threat.

Jiang Yi was silent. This kind of thing is not a glorious thing. She didn't look for the Jiang family because she felt that the love from the Jiang family was too deep, and she couldn't waste the love from the Jiang family for her.

But Guan Qing is different, and Fu Xiting is different.

In the world without love, the relationship of interests is always the most reliable.

She just got in the car.

Fang Chi drove away.

On the way, Jiang Yi's expression remained calm, and Fu Xiting nodded slowly with his fingertips on his knees, as if asking for advice: "How about the wedding in July?"

Jiang Yi was shocked, July?
I'm not even 22 years old, I just graduated from my sophomore year, and I haven't finished reading the books.

What kind of man would be insane enough to marry a student?
Jiang Yi greeted Fu Xiting's ancestors all over in his heart, and at the end, he could hold back his emotions and express his thoughts: "Choose a good day."

Fang Chi was shocked when he heard Jiang Yi's words. He thought Jiang Yi would refuse, and thought, did this person figure it out today?

"Miss Jiang, do you have any good suggestions?"

"I think July and a half is not bad, ghosts and ghosts are out, and the yin and yang worlds celebrate together, and it also echoes our original intention of getting married and engaged."

Fang Chi's hand holding the reverse disc shook.

There happened to be a recessed manhole cover in front, which perfectly avoided his mistake.

"What's the original intention?" Fu Xiting was not angry, but asked with a smile.

"The original intention of the two of us getting married is to show ghosts. A loveless marriage is like a grave. I just said hello to those people in advance to avoid embarrassment when we meet in the future."

Jiang Yi's words sound crooked, but I have to say there is some truth to it.

Fang Chi always felt that with Jiang Yi's mouth, the dead could be said to be alive, and the alive could be said to be dead.

Which girl from every family wants to get married in July and a half?
Fu Xiting laughed out loud, took a bottle of water from the side of the car and drank a couple of sips, seeming to actually agree with Jiang Yi's proposal, nodded: "Not bad, you can consider it."

Jiang Yi:.
"The little girl's family should support any whimsical things."

Jiang Yi:.
"Mr. Fu, is there anything you like in this cup?"

Fu Xiting glanced sideways at Jiang Yi: "I'm an ordinary person."

"Ordinary people don't talk about love?"

"Ordinary people only pay attention to themselves."

Jiang Yi asked, Fu Xiting answered, the thinking of the two jumped at each other's level.

"Then Mr. Fu must be the king among ordinary people."

"Standing on the top is too lonely. It would be better to have Ms. Jiang."

"I'm not interested in the top."

"It's not that you're not interested in the top, it's that you've been at the top, and that's what you think."

"You still think I'm Jiang Fu?"

"I don't think so, yes, it doesn't matter to me whether you admit it or not."

"What you need is not me, but the Jiang family," Jiang Yi's words were an affirmative sentence.

She stared at Fu Xiting without any wandering eyes.

"Is it important?" Fu Xiting asked leisurely.

Jiang Yi and Fu Xiting are not in the same rank. The reason why the intersection of the two can be so deep is because Jiang Yi can collide with Fu Xiting in thinking at this time, if she is still the same Jiang Yi as before.

She will definitely become a woman who is married and left in a mansion to die alone.

People like Fu Xiting don't allow a woman to disturb him.

Jiang Yi's fixed gaze on Fu Xiting changed from calm to silence after seeing through.

She slowly withdrew her gaze from Fu Xiting.

Move out the window.

He sighed lightly.

When they reached the downstairs of Dongting Group, Jiang Yiji silently followed Fu Xiting upstairs.

The man put her in the office and called Zhuang Jing.

"I'll go to the meeting and take care of Miss Jiang."

Zhuang Jing is still in the Dongting Group when he sees Jiang Yi.

What she knew about this girl was her calmness and stability in the negotiation field.

A 21-year-old college student is in a time of emotional ups and downs, but she is calm like a weather-beaten old man who is about to die alone.

Zhuang Jing's eyes fell on Jiang Yi.

Of course she felt it.

But she had experienced too much of this kind of gaze in her previous life, so it was nothing.

Compared with Fu Xiting, Zhuang Jing's scrutiny is only at the level of curiosity.

Jiang Yi threw her schoolbag on the sofa, walked to Fu Xiting's bookshelf, and wanted to reach out to take out a book.

"Miss Jiang, Director Fu doesn't like other people messing with his things."

Jiang Yi's hands froze in the air.

The hand that was about to hold the book fell directly on the bookshelf, and she looked back at Zhuang Jing: "What's your surname?"

"village."

"secretary?"

"Yes."

"Then do you know who I am?"

"Ms. Jiang Yi," Zhuang Jing stared at Jiang Yi and responded.

Jiang Yi sneered: "Correct me, Mr. Fu's fiancée, Secretary Zhuang, really doesn't know or doesn't want to admit this fact?"

"I'm moved by Mr. Fu's people, his book is just——," Jiang Yi finished speaking, and reached out to pull the book out of the shelf.

When turning around and walking towards the sofa, the cool voice sounded again: "What is it?"

She walked to the edge of the sofa, and said in a disdainful and indifferent voice: "A glass of Americano, thank you."

When Zhuang Jing came out of the office, his face was very pale.

A colleague from the secretary's office saw it and asked what was wrong.

She pursed her lips, said nothing, and turned to grind coffee for Jiang Yi.

Yue Mo is angry in his heart.

It took an hour for her to deliver this cup of coffee, and at this time——it was almost cold.

When Zhuang Jing went out with his coffee, he happened to meet Fu Xiting coming out of the meeting room.

"Whose coffee?"

"Boss Fu, Miss Jiang's coffee."

Fu Xiting hummed lightly, perhaps in a good mood, the man who has always been aloof stretched out his hand: "Give it to me!"

"I'll just bring it in," Zhuang Jing was slightly surprised.

It seems that this kind of rough work for mortals cannot be done by a god above the nine heavens.

"Give it to me," the man said again.

(End of this chapter)