Mr. Fu's little ancestor is reborn

Chapter 88: I am not a secretary who can step on
Jiang Yiban leaned on the sofa flipping a French book in his hand.

He took off his shoes and nestled directly on the sofa.

Judging from Fu Xiting's actions in the past few days, this man will not let him go so easily.

Instead of struggling with him in the current situation, it is better to accept the relationship naturally.

After all, the capital couldn't find another more solid backer than Fu Xiting.

Jiang Yi is leisurely nestling on the sofa and flipping the pages of the book. The opposite is the capital CBD
High-rise buildings in the business center.

Soaring into the clouds, the sky is within reach.

She was about to turn the pages of the book when a cup of coffee was handed over from the corner of her vision. Jiang Yi thought it was Zhuang Jing, and looked over, only to see Fu Xiting standing beside her.

The delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Mr. Fu."

"kindness?"

Jiang Yi was already embarrassing towards Zhuang Jing. It would be better for Fu Xiting to bring in this cup of coffee at this moment—it is better to kill with a knife than to kill himself.

Jiang Yi stretched out the back of his hand and flicked the coffee cup.

really--.

"It's cold."

Fu Xiting stretched out the fingertips of his other hand to touch the coffee cup, and it was indeed cold.

Fu Xiting walked to the desk with a coffee cup in his hand, pressed the inside line to let Zhuang Jing come in.

"Director Fu."

When Zhuang Jing was summoned, it was hard to hide the fright in his heart.

Fu Xiting pointed to the coffee cup on the table: "Change a cup."

"Yes."

Zhuang Jing didn't dare to delay for a moment, picked up the coffee cup, turned around and was about to go out, only to hear Jiang Yi's voice half leaning on the sofa: "Secretary Zhuang, hurry up, or I will wonder if you are going home to grow coffee The beans are gone."

Zhuang Jing's back stiffened, looking at Jiang Yi, he didn't know if it was true or not, and said: "Sorry, Miss Jiang, I was interrupted by work just now, so I came slowly."

Jiang Yi's slender fingertips swept across the tree: "I'm so busy, Mr. Fu, please forgive me? You go in person?"

Zhuang Jing was horrified. In the East Court, no one had ever seen Mr. Fu grind coffee himself.

Fu Xiting stood aside and heard the conversation between the two clearly. It was nothing more than Zhuang Jing's intention to trample on Jiang.

The man glanced deeply at Zhuang Jing.

He stared at her with some scrutiny.

"I'll be fine, please wait a moment, Miss Jiang."

After Zhuang Jing finished speaking, he bowed slightly to Jiang Yi, and hurried out with a cup in his hand.

Fu Xiting pulled back his seat, his deep eyes fixed on Jiang Yi.

Three or five minutes later, Jiang Yi turned a page of the book, and Zhuang Jing's second cup of coffee came in.

Standing beside him handed the coffee cup to Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi leaned coldly on the sofa without even touching it, neither refusing nor responding.

Just let Zhuang Jing stand.

At this moment, Jiang Yi inexplicably made Fu Xiting see in her the aura of being a housewife.

That kind of absolute arrogance and indifference made him a little more admired.

"Get out!"

Fu Xiting reached out to take the coffee from Zhuang Jing's hand and put it on the tea table.

Jiang Yi glanced at him leisurely.

He reached out and threw the book in his hand onto the coffee cup on the table, and with a bang, Zhuang Jing's hand landed on the doorknob. Before he had time to push the door open, he heard the sound of the coffee cup breaking.

Suddenly, a cup of black coffee fell on the carpet.

Jiang Yi stared at Fu Xiting with icy eyes.

After all, Fu Xiting has been working in the mall for decades, although no woman has dared to play hard in front of him, but he is tolerant of Jiang Yi's emotions today.

The man's voice was gentle: "You go out first."

Zhuang Jingru got the amnesty, his back stiffened, and he went out without looking back.

Fu Xiting walked to the sofa, bent slightly and picked up the book on the ground.

Stretching out her hand and shaking it, it was a pity that she said, "Ms. Jiang's vision is really getting more and more unique. The out-of-print ashtray smashes the broken-edition book."

Jiang Yi leaned on the sofa and looked up at Fu Xiting. She didn't understand what was going on with the pampering in the man's eyes.

I don't want to listen to his next nonsense.

"No matter how bad I am, I won't be trampled by a secretary, right?"

Fu Xiting said kindly: "Not at all."

"This book is 70 yuan, Ms. Jiang will remember it."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Yi asked.

This dog man won't make her lose money again, will he?
Fu Xiting was not in a hurry to respond to Jiang Yi's words.

Press the inside line to let Guan Qing in.

As soon as Guan Qing came in, he saw a mess on the floor.

Suddenly the alarm bell rang in my heart.

Fu Xiting lit a cigarette: "You brought up Zhuang Jing."

"You solve it."

Without going through, there is no result, just give the order directly.

Guan Qing seemed to realize the seriousness of the matter, nodded his head, and turned around with a particularly heavy heart.

The moment the office door was closed, Fu Xiting looked at Jiang Yi and continued to speak: "I will protect you in front of outsiders, but Miss Jiang will also have to pay for the money."

Jiang Yi pursed her lips and stared at Fu Xiting.

One second I thought this man was a good thing, and the next second I thought this man was such a scum.

"Ask for money from a woman, Mr. Fu, are you willing?"

Fu Xiting raised his hand and took a puff of cigarette, and said kindly indifferently: "It's kind of embarrassing."

"It's not a big problem to draw 270 out of 70 million. Ms. Jiang can't tell me that I have no money this time, can she?"

Jiang Yi:.
She suspected that this dog man knew that she had spent all her money on stocks.

Otherwise, how could he say this sentence carelessly.

"The money that went into my pocket and let me take it out, what's the difference between killing me and killing me?"

Jiang Yi sat up straight and stared at Fu Xiting with her legs crossed.

"Could it be possible that Mr. Fu wants to be a murderer?"

"Miss Jiang may not know," Fu Xiting reached out and lit a cigarette ash.

"I've been a murderer for years."

Jiang Yi:.
Inside Guan Qing's office.

Zhuang Jing came in and closed the door.

He looked at the girl who was full of elite style in front of him, and felt a little regretful for no reason.

"I reminded you last time that the king is the king, and the minister is the minister. No matter what, Ms. Jiang is Mr. Fu's fiancée who announced to the world. You and I are employees. You should not ask about the master's affairs. You are fine. Riding on Jiang Yi's head to defecate and pee, although Mr. Fu usually looks dull, he will not have a second choice between his wife and employees. The wife is related to the interests of the family, and the employee is one of his thousands of employees. He drives you like weed, Zhuang Jing."

Guan Qing couldn't continue.

There are many words that an adult cannot say.

Guan Qing picked up the cup and took a sip of water: "I pulled you up because of your work ability and professionalism. Remember, in the Dongting Group and in front of Mr. Fu, if you want to be promoted, you have to send the girl home." The kind of unwillingness, why, not worthy, etc. are all thrown out of your mind, because Mr. Fu does not allow anyone to question his decision. In other words, he is stepping on the corpses of thousands of people Sitting on the high position of the richest man in the Dongting Group is not for you, a little secretary, to question, and with your current rank, you are not worthy."

(End of this chapter)