Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated

  Chapter 115 Chapter 115: The first confrontation with Jun

  When Jiang Yi received a call from Fu Xiting, she was in high spirits.

  The person she didn't even bother to save the phone called herself at this moment, Jiang Yi said she wasn't shocked, it was a lie.

  The two had just finished fighting wits and bravery at the bazaar, and they had to be destroyed when they returned home?

  Jiang Yi didn't dare to think about it.

   "I'm downstairs at your house, come out."

  Jiang Yi: .

   "Director Fu, capitalists need to let people take a breather, right?"

  Fu Xiting was leaning against the back seat with a cigarette between his hands and his mobile phone. A cool breeze blew in from the window, making the cigarette in the man's hand flicker on and off.

  The warm yellow lights on the side of the road in the community shone down and fell on this person.

  Inexplicably, people felt that there was a layer of warmth covering his body.

   "Two hours, half a million, do you want it?"

  Fu Xiting is dealing with Jiang Yi now, besides throwing money at it, he probably knows Jiang Yi's lifeline, and also knows that this girl loves money.

  The man's slender fingertips stretched out the window and lightly lit the cigarette ash.

   "What money? I don't earn black money."

  Jiang Yi is a principled person.

  Fu Xiting sent money to her door, she had to think about whether she had the ability to earn it.

   In case this man resorted to some tricks, wouldn't she lose more than she earned?

   "A reception for a Spanish businessman, two hours."

   "Wait for me," Jiang Yi became energetic when he heard this.

   Changed into crisper clothes and went downstairs.

  When he opened the door, he poked his head over his eyes, as if he was afraid that Yi Tian and Jiang Chuan would find out.

  Jiang Yi opened the door, and saw the man leaning on the back seat smoking at first sight.

  Fu Xiting at this time is different from the day.

  He is like a leopard with its sharp claws retracted, exuding a lazy aura all over his body.

  Like the little milk cat at home, lying lazily on the balcony and licking its paws.

  Jiang Yi inexplicably felt that his idea was a little weird, and trembled.

  Go around to the other side and open the door to get on the car.

  At the window on the second floor, the gauze curtain was slightly raised. Yi Tian stood there in his pajamas, looking at Bentley going away, and felt his fingertips trembling slightly.

At the end of 2009, when the Spring Festival was approaching, Jiang Fu was invited to a reception of the Group of Four that was blocked by the Dongting Group. It was said to be a reception, but it was also a reception where top businessmen from the five countries sat together to drink and chat, chatting about interesting things in each country, chatting What I have seen and heard is at most a sentence or two of useful information inserted in the conversation.

   But even so, there are rewards.

  Jiang Yi is well aware that when rich people talk about having a drink, they often do so with a purpose. Otherwise—like Fu Xiting, how could he waste his time drinking with someone who doesn't matter?

  The time of Director Fu of Dongting Group is calculated in seconds. This is a sentence often said by students of Capital Business School.

  Because once upon a time, there was a schedule of Fu Xiting's schedule circulating on the Internet.

  In human terms, he wakes up earlier than a chicken, sleeps later than a dog, and most of the time, he spends his rest time on the plane.

  Two hours, 500,000 yuan, not easy to earn.

  If it was Jiang Fu in the past, she definitely looked down on this small amount of money.

  But today—mosquitoes are small, but they are also meat.

  Everyone in the real society knows that the road to prosperity is paved with money.

  When the car drove away, the moment Fu Xiting stretched out his hand to press the car window, his deep eyes fell on the figure behind the screen curtain on the window on the second floor.

   After a long time, the man curled his lips slightly, and retracted his eyes on the closed car window.

  In the world, there are many poor people.

   "Information," Fu Xiting handed the folder in his hand to Jiang Yi.

  Jiang Yi picked it up and flipped through it casually: "What do you need me to do?"

   "You don't need to do anything, just listen to our chat as my fiancee."

  Jiang Yi: .

  A private winery, the wall is full of red wine, and two Spanish businessmen are sitting in the dim environment. When Jiang Yi followed Fu Xiting in, he saw a familiar figure sitting in the corner at first glance.

  Lin Jingzhou was sitting next to the Spanish businessman. When he saw Fu Xiting coming, he got up slightly, stretched out his hand to button the suit button he had just unbuttoned, and walked towards him with basic etiquette.

  The moment Jiang saw Lin Jingzhou, Fu Xiting's hand fell on her waist in a timely manner. The man greeted the Spanish businessman in fluent English and introduced Jiang Yi to him: "My fiancee, Jiang Yi."

   "This is Mr. Devin."

  Jiang Yi was able to regain his senses, and slightly raised the corner of his lips to greet the other party: "Hello."

   "Mr. Fu has two people. I thought they were translators, but I never thought they were fiancees."

  The Spanish businessman teased with a smile.

  Fu Xiting is an old fritter who hangs around the mall after all, and smiled: "The fiancee is more important than the translator."

  Lin Jingzhou's eyes fell on Fu Xiting, and he laughed and teased: "I've heard that Fu Dong and his fiancée are very close to each other. Seeing you today, it's really well-deserved."

  The scene at today's charity bazaar has long been spread throughout the streets and alleys of the capital. When he went out, the little girl in the translation department was still speculating about the relationship.

It is nothing more than a rich businessman like Fu Xiting, who is sitting on trillions of dollars in wealth at a young age. A man who has stepped on the former richest man in the country and dominated the global wealth list for many years will not bow down for any woman. As long as he is willing, Just hook your fingers casually, and there will be a lot of women standing in front of him swaying and stripped naked.

  As for his fiancée, a female college student who has not even graduated from school, even though she has some status in the capital, she is far less than one ten-thousandth of Fu Xiting.

   This love story between a business tycoon and a female college student will not last long after all.

  Fu Xiting heard Lin Jingzhou's words, and his arms around Jiang Yi's waist tightened slightly, and the man parted his thin lips in an inscrutable way: "Lin Fan's words are not bad."

  Lin Jingzhou didn't know how, when he was pinned to the ground and witnessed the wedding of Fu Xiting and Jiang Yi many years later, someone gave him this sentence.

  At that time, he was far from being able to describe him in four words: heartbreaking.

  At that time, it was too late for him to regret.

  The four of them were seated, Jiang Yi's purpose for coming today was the same as that of Lin Jingzhou.

  Fu Xiting communicated with the Spanish businessman in fluent English, talking or laughing, and when talking about Jiang Yi, she cleverly answered a few words.

  Turning the topic back to Fu Xiting.

   "What major did Miss Jiang study?" The Spanish businessman asked Jiang Yi.

  Jiang Yi leaned on the chair, her aura was totally out of line with her age.

   "A major in Art and a minor in International Negotiation."

  Hearing the word "international negotiation", Lin Jingzhou's eyes tightened.

  Looking at Jiang Yi's gaze was a little inquiring.

  The Spanish businessman seemed surprised when he heard this: "I don't see that you are interested in international negotiations."

  Jiang Yi was holding a glass of non-alcoholic drink, stirring the ice cubes at the bottom of the glass with a straw, and said with a smile: "It's inaccurate to define a person by appearance, Mr. Devon."

  Bang—the cup in Lin Jingzhou's hand fell to the ground and scattered flowers.

  (end of this chapter)