Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated

  Chapter 235 235 Stop talking nonsense, call the police

  Fu Xiting was scratching his head this day.

   It seems that the situation of the past six months has given him an illusion, and seeing Jiang Yi every day after get off work has given him a habit, and he would not have come to Hong Kong this time if he had no choice but to do so.

  When he went out, he was very worried. After only one day out, Jiang Yi even resorted to the trick of not returning home at night. How could he feel better?

   When Suxin sent a text message to tell Jiang Yi to return home, he made a phone call.

  Jiang Yi turned over and sat up, looked at the door and said, Suxin stood at the door with her mobile phone and spoke a little cautiously: "Little lady, sir call."

  Jiang Yi glanced at the time, it was one minute past twelve.

  She almost laughed angrily.

   I don't know if it means that this person is in good spirits, or if he has to hold her tightly.

  Jiang Yi hummed: "Go and rest! I'll go back to her."

   Su Xin didn't think much about it, but actually hung up the phone and went out.

  As soon as Suxin went out, Jiang Yi threw off the quilt and got in, without any intention of calling back.

She just picked up her phone and continued flipping through the posts, and the latest comment made her take a second look: [Zhao Ying, who is in the mall to deal with merchants and nobles, has lost his wits, married home and used it as a vase, He lacks some looks, so even if he is so indifferent, he is still a love brain. After chasing Lin Jingzhou for more than ten years, he still hasn't got it. It seems that it is not too much for Zhao Zhen to give himself all the hope. Let's break up! After all, he is a poor person, the sky is cold enough, there is no need to be more chilling]

  Jiang Yi just wanted to click on that person's profile picture when Fu Xiting called.

  Jiang Yi couldn't take it anymore and burst into a foul language.

   "Is there a program for Mr. Fu not sleeping this big night?"

  Fu Xiting: "Jiang Yi, can you not be eccentric?"

   "You're disturbing me," Jiang Yi lay flat on the bed, looking at the ceiling, feeling quite hopeless.

   "I'm calling to disturb you? I think you have a lot of fun when you're clubbing."

   "Didn't Chairman Fu teach me to go to the bar when I go to the bar, and to go to bed when I go to sleep, and what time to do things?"

  Fu Xiting laughed angrily at her mouthful of Mr. Fu: "Jiang Yi, Mr. Mr. Mr. Fu, did you meet him at the bar?"

   "Okay? Is Director Fu so unconfident? Looking at the entire capital, who can compare to Director Fu?"

  Fu Xiting's haze was a little less: "It's good that you know."

  Jiang Yi snorted: "There are definitely no good ones, but there are quite a lot of young ones."

  Fu Xiting:

  The night's exchange ended with Fu Xiting's defeat.

   But the joy did not last long.

  The next day, when Zhao Ying went to work, she saw Mengyao, Si Bai's secretary, sitting in the reception room, as if she was waiting for her.

   Mengyao saw her and got up from the chair: "Pan Zhao, President Si asked me to tell you something."

   "Say," Zhao Ying put the bag in her hand on the table.

"President Si said that in the future, our company's foreign affairs cases will not go to Zhao Juan's side. Seeing that we are all acquaintances, let me come over and say hello to you, lest you arrange work here. gone."

  As soon as Mengyao finished speaking, the whole office fell silent like death.

   With such a quiet feeling, you can shoot a scene of a crematorium every minute.

  Mengyao is Si Bai's right-hand man after all, and she had envisioned such a result before coming here, after all—it would be unacceptable to let anyone's long-term client be robbed.

   What's more, Zhao Ying has a grudge against Jiang Yi.

   And this hatred—for a while, I couldn't explain clearly.

   "So? To whom did the case from the director's side go?"

  Meng Yao: "Jiang Fu."

Telling people bluntly about this kind of thing will definitely create conflicts, but anyway, Si Bai has the temperament of making fun and not looking at bastards. He has been suppressed by Fu Xiting for so many years, and now he is finally able to stand up and become the master. How could it be? Give up this great opportunity to watch a good show.

   Whenever Zhao Ying fights with Jiang Yi, he can parachute back from the moon to watch the show.

   "If there is nothing else, I will leave first," Mengyao nodded towards Zhao Ying.

   Then turned around and went out.

   On the other hand, Zhao Ying stood there as if someone had taken his soul away.

  The hands that fell beside her were tightly squeezed into a circle, and all the muscles in her body were trembling.

  Someone in the office turned on the computer Baidu, the so-called Jiang Fu, and it was incredible.

   "The company of Mrs. Fu's wife."

  Everyone: .

   "That female college student?"

  The person staring at the computer nodded.

   Then, everyone looked at Zhao Ying with a little more sympathy, probably thinking that she was really miserable.

   She was pried into a corner by a female college student who had just graduated from school, but there was nothing she could do.

   After all, behind that person is Fu Dong.

  And there is only one Fu Dong in the whole country.

  Who dares to fight it?

  Zhao Ying thought of Jiang Yi's arrogant and proud appearance in his mind, and the hatred in his heart rushed like a mountain.

  Can't hold back.

   "Tell her?" As soon as Mengyao got into the car, the man pulled out the cigarette from his lips, and looked at her as if he was watching a show.

   Mengyao nodded: "I told you."

   "What reaction?" Si Bai asked.

   "No response," Mengyao replied.

  Si Bai squinted at Mengyao, with some scrutiny in his eyes: "Have you lost your guts? How dare you lie to your boss?"

   Mengyao rolled her eyes: "Why would I lie to you about this kind of thing? It's not good for me. I don't have such bad tastes as you. I stare at people all day long, wishing they would chop each other with knives and watch the show."

  Si Bai: ... "I see that not only have you become more courageous, but your wings have also become stiff."

  He kicked the driver's seat: "Pull over, Secretary Meng has something to do, take a taxi and go back by yourself."

  The driver looked at Mengyao sympathetically.

  I thought to myself, who is not good to provoke the boss?

   Isn't this asking for trouble?

   Mengyao was kicked out of the car, and stood in the cold winter looking at the passing car, gnashing her teeth angrily.

   "It's really nothing."

   Mengyao gathered her coat angrily, and stopped a taxi to go back to the company.

  This morning, when Jiang Yi went to the company, he saw Sihan, the second generation ancestor, sitting in the company lobby molesting the front desk.

   "What are you doing? Where is this place?" Jiang Yi yelled angrily, interrupting Sihan's words.

  When Sihan turned his head and saw Jiang Yi standing behind him, he quickly stood up straight: "Mr. Jiang."

  Jiang Yi: ...

   It's really hard to see it or not.

  But I have to deny that this person is useful.

  She waved her hand: "Go and get rid of your yellow hair before reporting."

  Sihan was startled: "Huh?"

   "Ah what?" Jiang Yi asked back.

   "The body, hair and skin are the parents. My mother will be sad if she finds out that I cut my hair."

  Jiang Yi smiled: "What's the matter? Are you looking for your mother?"

  Sihan: ... "Then I'll solve it!"

   "Mr. Jiang, this is today's interview," the front desk handed a list to Jiang Yi, who glanced lightly.

   When he landed on a familiar name, his gaze paused for a few seconds.

   "A man named Wen Sirui will come later, just let her come to my office directly."

"good."

  Jiang Yi was about to go upstairs when someone asked at the door who Jiang Yi was.

   "I, what's the matter?"

   "Someone asked me to bring you flowers," the delivery man carried a large bouquet of words into the building, Jiang Yi looked at it and frowned slightly.

   Walking over, the slender fingertips rolled over the card on it.

   "I wish Jiang Pan's business is booming."

  Blooming and sending white flowers?

  Do you want her to prosper or do you want her to collapse early?

  She stretched out her hand and slowly tore the card into pieces. Looking at the large bunch of white tulips, she ordered the secretary to put the things by the door, and if anyone wanted them, they would be taken away.

   It didn't take long for the case that Jiang Yi took Sihan's company to spread.

  Everyone loves to talk about it, and there are many people who like to watch others tear themselves apart.

   "It's good to have a husband who is the richest man. You can get what you want, anyway, there are people around." In the restaurant, everyone talked with each other.

   It happened to be lunch time, and there was no shortage of high-level executives and urban beauties who liked to listen to gossip in the central business district. When they heard the name of Dongting Group, everyone unconsciously pricked up their ears.

   "What can I say? This Zhao Ying is also unlucky. Who would have thought that Jiang Yi turned into a serf and sang? He was directly crushed."

   "It's really unlucky," said a group of wealthy ladies who have nothing to do and gossip on forums and gossip all day long, and this group of people with dull eyes who stay in the office building all day and are tortured by the father of the patron just needs this kind of fresh blood to settle in.

   Chatters enjoy chatting, and listeners enjoy listening. This is the most perfect result.

  In the afternoon, near the end of get off work, Jiang Yi went to the archives to check the files.

  Si John drove her.

   Along the way, the mobile phone kept ringing.

  Jiang Yi endured and endured before he could hold back his temper: "Don't you read the information?"

   "Driving, I want to think about Mr. Jiang's safety."

   "Then you shut down the phone, it's very noisy," Jiang Yi threw out such a sentence directly.

  Si John held back his mouth and turned off the phone.

   "Boss, why are you going to the archives? Are you looking for information?"

"kindness."

   "What information do you want to get? Let me see if I can give you a hand."

  Jiang Yi became interested, leaning on the back of the driver's seat and looking at Sihan with a look of lying to a child: "Sihan! If I fight with your brother later, who will you help?"

  Sihan's first reaction was not to make a choice, but to ask: "Why are you tearing up?"

   "Does this need a reason?"

   "Of course," Sihan responded, "It's like you are fighting with Zhao Ying because you robbed her of a man——."

  Pa—Jiang Yi raised his hand and slapped him on the shoulder.

   scolded him angrily: "Pay attention to the words you use."

   "Because her man misses you," Sihan thought cleverly, and changed his words casually.

   "Then you and my brother must have a reason."

   "I——bang!" When Sihan turned the corner, a car coming after grabbed the lane and directly brushed against his body.

   There was a sound.

   "Fuck, is this horse blind?" Sihan swears while stepping on the brakes.

  Push the door to get off the car, and saw that the other party got off too. The driver glanced at Sihan's car, and said in a business-like tone, "Sorry, we can compensate you."

   "The road is so wide that you can't fit in it? You have to pass my car. Is your mother going to give birth or rush to reincarnate?"

  The other party was stunned: "We didn't do it on purpose, or that sentence, we can compensate."

   "Call the police!"

   "The most annoying people like you are selfish."

  Jiang Yi sat in the car and glanced at the license plate of the car coming up, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

  The call was made to Sihan.

   "Zhao Zhen's car, stop talking nonsense and call the police!"

   "He's not the only one in the car," Sihan said in his mind.

  Hung up the phone and dialed 110 directly.

   Seeing that he wanted to dial 1110, the driver stepped forward and wanted to say something.

  But saw Sihan stretching out his hand to block him.

  Before the call was made, the rear window was lowered, and Zhao Zhen's face appeared in Sihan's sight.

   "Second Young Master Si?"

Zhao Zhen's questioning voice is good, I know who you are, but I'm not sure, so that it shows that I still know a few people in the capital, but this little guy like him is not within the scope of his recognition Inside.

  Sihan is also a smart person. Seeing Zhao Zhen frowned and asked, he imitated the frown: "Who are you, uncle? It seems that you look familiar, but I just don't know where I met him."

  Zhao Zhen looked at Si Han, and he could see that this man was cheating and cheating.

   After a while, the traffic police not far away came over.

   Coincidentally, today the TV station and the traffic police jointly produced a traffic program, and a large group of people came here.

  When the camera came up, Zhao Zhen closed the window without thinking. The driver was too frightened. He briefly explained to the traffic police, and then moved the car aside to deal with it.

   "Second Young Master Si, Mr. Zhao Zhenzhao is sitting inside."

  Before driving, the driver said this sentence as a warning.

  Sihan thought to himself, nonsense, of course I know, I just don’t want to talk to you.

   I just knew you were Zhao Zhen, that's why I called the police.

  Despite thinking so in his heart, Sihan still pretended to be surprised: "My God! You said it earlier! Then I won't call the police!"

driver:……

  Are you sure you look like this, I can't see that you are pretending?

   "What should I do? Should I go up and apologize?" Sihan seemed quite shocked.

   "No need, it's enough for Second Young Master Si to have this kind of heart. Let's talk on the phone if we need anything."

  Sihan waved his hand, and shouted something like telling Mr. Zhao to walk slowly.

  As soon as he got in the car, Sihan looked at Jiang Yi and began to claim credit: "I did well?"

  Jiang Yi nodded: "Not bad."

"pull over."

  Sihan was puzzled: "Shall we not go to the archives?"

   "Check what time it is." It's six o'clock, and the archives are off work, so they can't come across it even if they rush over.

"what about me?"

  Jiang Yi responded while pushing the car door: "You are off work."

  Sihan: ... "This is the end of get off work? We don't work overtime or engage in 996 or something? This is the end of get off work?"

  Jiang Yi didn't bother to talk to him, stopped the car and left.

  Sihan sat in the car and patted his black hair irritably.

   It's a busy time, where is he going to kill the time.

  That night, Jiang Yi was not in a hurry to return to Yu Garden, but instead went to a dark alley. When he entered through the back door, he happened to see two people helping a girl out of the back door, her whereabouts were mysterious.

  The girl raised her eyes and looked at her when she passed by her.

  Jiang Yi looked sideways.

  An bustard slightly raised his brows when he saw her coming.

  Jiang Yi handed her the photo in the bag, the dark bustard held the cigarette between her bright red nails, and took the photo with the other hand.

  Looked down: "How?"

   "Find a fan to meet her."

  (end of this chapter)