Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated

  Chapter 199 Chapter 199: Fulfilling my dream before I went to the grave?

  In the middle of the night, Jiang Yi woke up from the dream, looked sideways at the time, it was three o'clock in the morning.

   Fu Xiting lay beside him and was still in a dream, while Jiang Yi lay on his side on the bed with a clear mind.

   After a while, she slowly got up, tiptoeing as if afraid of waking Fu Xiting.

  The bedroom and the study are a few steps away. Before Jiang Yifu, Fu Xiting's study and bedroom were integrated. After Jiang Yi came, a door separated the two places.

  She stretched out her hand and pushed open the door of Fu Xiting's study room. Just as she was about to step in, a moderate cough sounded from behind her.

  Jiang Yi suddenly felt a dense layer of numbness on his spine.

   Slowly turning her head, she saw Fu Xiting standing behind her and looking at her.

  The whole person has a feeling of looseness that just woke up.

   "Can't sleep?"

  Jiang Yi blinked, looked at Fu Xiting with doubts: "Why am I here?"

  Fu Xiting looked frivolously, thinking to himself, this girl is amazing, if she tried to sneak into his study at night, she was caught and instead of explaining, she began to question her?

  The man didn't expose her either: "Sleepwalking?"

  Jiang Yi continued to pretend, oh.

   Slowly left the study and went back to the bedroom.

  Sleepwalking? nonexistent.

  She made it clear that she just wanted to spy on something, but she just happened to be caught.

  Fu Xiting and Jiang Yi together have eight hundred minds.

  Fu Xiting watched Jiang Yi wearing a court-style nightgown with long hair hanging down from his side to the bed like a ghost, the corners of his lips curled slightly.

  The man's gaze was slowly retracted when she lay on the bed, and he reached out to close the curved door of the bedroom, and I returned to the bed by myself.

  Fu Xiting stretched out his hand to pull the quilt, but found that Jiang Yi had swept her all over him, so he stretched out his foot and kicked her: "The quilt."

  Jiang Yi gave him a little bit.

   Really just a little bit.

  Fu Xiting kicked again: "Quilt."

   "Are you annoying?" Jiang Yi became angry, turning over and looking at Fu Xiting.

  Fu Xiting did not speak, but glanced at the quilt on his body, and stared at Jiang Yi with such a humorous tone: "Honey, open your eyes and see."

  Jiang Yi took a look, feeling a little guilty, and reached out to pull the quilt to him.

  Fu Xiting was in a trance, as if the situation at this moment was worth studying deeply.

  The tranquility after a long time made him want to talk, even though he knew that if he talked to Jiang Yi right now, he would definitely be chased and scolded by this shrew.

  But in order to satisfy his short-term sense of peace, he still opened his mouth.

  Late at night, when Jiang Yi was in a daze and was about to continue sleeping, Fu Xiting asked, "What style of wedding do you want?"

  Jiang Yi responded lightly, with a buzzing voice: "Be simple."

   "Someone will send a wedding dress tomorrow."

   "En~."

   "Yiyi-," Fu Xiting yelled over and over again.

   also called back Jiang Yi's dream.

   "Is there any request you can make."

   "Fulfilling my dreams before I went to the grave?"

   "It's okay to understand that way."

  If marriage is the anger of love.

   "Marriage with love is the grave. In our case, we are two evil spirits struggling in the endless hell."

"Fu Xiting, a man like you, in my previous life, I wanted to play casually, and I started casually. The appearance looks invincible, but the heart is weak and shatters at the touch of a touch. If you give you a little warmth, you can think about it for a long time. I like you. I see you more often, and taking you back to my house to eat two meals made by my mother can make you feel different, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is effortless."

  In the world, if you lack money, give money, and if you lack love, give love. This is the way to get along, and it is also a routine, and Jiang Yi has figured out these routines as early as when he was studying, but he just doesn't bother to use them on Fu Xiting.

"You should also thank Lord Yan for not accepting me, so that you can meet a poor person like you. If I left my previous life, with loving parents and outstanding abilities, a man like you would definitely not be within the scope of my choice of spouse. I am a child from a complete family, why should I use my decades of life to heal others? If I have that spare time, I might as well just choose a husband who is suitable in all aspects."

"It's just that now I'm the same kind as you. I'm struggling on different channels to escape. Two evil spirits with a combined 800 minds are jumping around in the world looking for a cure. What kind of love is it? Valuable things."

  Jiang Yi said, rolled up the quilt, turned over, and prepared to continue sleeping.

  As for Fu Xiting, Jiang Yi's words that directly hit his soul made him a little dazed.

  What love are you talking about? worthless things.

  Two evil spirits with a total of 800 minds and eyes seek a cure in this world.

  Every sentence is so simple and clear. And vulgar.

  Fu Xiting suddenly felt as if he had been stripped naked.

  In this world, besides Jiang Yi, who else has this ability?

  This woman's casual words almost caused him to stand under the sun and be scorched. When he woke up and wanted to ask a question, Jiang Yi's breathing was already steady.

  Late at night, Zhao Ying woke up from the pain. In the dim environment, she saw Zhao Zhen sitting beside her, her eyes slightly squinted, and she wanted to say something, but Zhao Zhen stared at her coldly.

   Said an extremely indifferent sentence: "Are you going to provoke Jiang Yi?"

   "Yes, I have doubts about her."

  Zhao Zhen seemed to be trying to calm down his emotions. He stood up, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and smoked a whole cigarette outside the corridor before coming in.

  Midnight's Will There were not many people in the corridor. Zhao Zhen stood by the window and looked at the cold moonlight.

  A round of lonely moon squeezed out between the gaps of tall buildings.

  Do you suspect that Jiang Yi is Jiang Fu?

  Once this unfounded belief in ghosts and gods is spread, everyone may become cannon fodder.

  Even though Zhao Zhen hadn't spoken, the anger in his heart had already begun to erupt.

Even if he doesn't want to admit it, even if it's his own daughter, Zhao Zhen still has to admit that Zhao Ying and Jiang Fu are very different, a person who is being chased and fed by God and a person who is trying his best to stand up There is a difference between cloud and mud.

  If Jiang Fu was willing to stand on their side, Zhao Zhen would not have let Zhao Ying take this path.

  The expected effect was not achieved, and another talent was lost.

   Sending Zhao Ying to this position is not the best choice, but there is nothing to do.

   "Mr. Zhao's invitation to join your queue is nothing more than a need for someone who rushes forward all the time. You want me, but you don't necessarily want to be needed by you."

  Jiang Fu's words repeated in Zhao Zhen's mind. After a long time, he put out the cigarette in his hand and headed towards the ward.

   "Who gave you the courage to attack Jiang Yi? You have to look at the owner when you beat a dog, and you have to look at the Buddha's face even if you don't look at the monk's face. You want to drag everyone into the water, don't you?"

  (end of this chapter)