Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated

  Chapter 238 238: You care about me and bring someone to stab me?

   On March 6, the sun was shining brightly in the capital.

  Compared with the continuous rain in the past few days, it has a more warm atmosphere.

  Jiang Yi came out of the hotel conference room.

  Party A came out from behind and looked for Jiang Yi: "Jiang Ju has a grudge against Zhao Ying?"

  Wen Sirui stood behind, stretched out his hand to block the man's body, and responded to the man's words with a sense of distance: "If you ask about work matters, we welcome them, but if you want to care about personal matters, forget it."

  The other party was stunned.

   Watching Jiang Yi go away.

   After that, the evaluation of Jiang Yi in the circle became simple and rude.

  Professional knowledge is excellent, but not humane.

  This evening, it was dark.

  When Jiang Yi returned to the office, Jian Fangchi was standing at the door.

   After getting out of the car, Fang Chi felt the gaze behind him, and looked back and called out to Mrs.

   "Your husband is back?" Seeing Fang Chi, Fu Xiting must have either returned or is on his way back.

  Fang Chi nodded: "Go back, sir asked me to pick you up."

  Jiang Yi felt a little emotional, go back?

  If Meng Shu is here, won't she be embarrassed?

   "Are you in a hurry?"

  Fang Chi shook his head slightly: "No hurry."

  Jiang Yien said: "Then wait."

  Fang Chi never expected that he would wait for three hours.

   At this time, the atmosphere in Yu Garden was extremely cold.

  The bitter cold wind in this winter is not as low as the breath in the Yu Garden room. Fu Xiting returned to Yu Garden with a pale face, and started a silent confrontation with Meng Shu. The mother and son sat on the sofa in the living room, the atmosphere was so stiff that even the ticking of the grandfather clock could be heard.

  Father Fu Xiting returned home that day, Guan Qing handed the medicine to Suxin.

   Instructed her to make a cup for Fu Xiting right away.

  When Su Xin brought the medicine to Fu Xiting, the man waved his hand to signal her to go out.

"I got sick?"

  Meng Shu's eager questioning sounded, quite a feeling of pity and thinness when she met her, and she asked her hard work.

  She greeted Fu Xiting with greetings.

  I don’t know how deep the relationship between mother and son is really thought to be.

   "Do you care?" Fu Xiting drank the medicine from a cup.

  The thick Chinese patent medicine spread between the lips and teeth.

  He felt no pain at all.

   "What are you talking about? How can a mother not care about her son?"

  Meng Shu always gets emotional when she hears Fu Xiting's doubts, as if the louder her voice, the more she can prove that she loves her.

  Fu Xiting sneered: "Ms. Meng, are you sure you won't feel guilty when you say this?"

   "You care about me and bring someone to stab me?" Fu Xiting raised his voice slightly.

"Be harsh on Jiang Yi? What qualifications do you have? A person who sent his own son into the hands of the enemy has the right to criticize others? If you are cruel, no one can beat you, right? What position do you stand to point others? Or Say, do you consider yourself a successful mother?"

  Fu Xiting's tone was calm, as if he was talking about family affairs, but in this sentence, there was no punctuation mark wasted.

  You think that's it?

   No no no.

Not only that.

"I really can't bear my wife to bear the pain caused by my unsatisfactory family, so I chose to reconcile with you for a short time, but this does not mean that you can stand on the position of an elder and give her advice. If it weren't for her, you wouldn't even You can't get in through the door, Ms. Meng, who allowed you to come to my place and act as the hostess?"

  Fu Xiting looked directly at her, and when the cold knife pierced her chest, he was not polite.

Fu Xiting raised his hand to drink up the medicine in the cup, and put the glass on the table in a neutral manner: "If you can act as a caregiver and make some contributions to my small family, I will leave you some freedom for the time being." , if you fail to achieve more than fail, then there is no need to exist, Ms. Meng, you must be clear about your position."

  Meng Shu sat on the sofa in the living room with a pale face, looking at Fu Xiting, trembling.

   This is the child born of his hard work in October, and now he is not even as good as a stranger.

  Every word he said, he was carrying a knife. If he could be stabbed to death with one knife, he would definitely not want to be stabbed a second time.

  Now, he treats himself like this because of Jiang's will.

   All because of the few words she said to Jiang Yi.

  Meng Shu's heart was twisted like a knife.

  Looking at Fu Xiting, his lips and teeth were trembling: "I'm not as good as Jiang Yi?"

  Fu Xiting snorted softly, stood up, and looked down at Meng Shu: "Jiang Yi won't kill me."

   But you will.

  That night, Fu Xiting sent Meng Shu away.

  Meng Shu lost her temper when she answered the manor, lying on the bed without eating or drinking, no matter how much others tried to persuade her.

   "Ma'am, people over there say that a son will forget his mother when he marries a wife. So it is true."

  The servant waited on the side, wiping Meng Shu's hands with a towel.

   He muttered while wiping his hands.

  Meng Shu lay on the bed and listened to the servant's words, tears streaming down her face.

  Fu Xiting stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of Yu Garden and called Suxin: "Why didn't Wen Qi come with me this time?"

   "Wen Qi has recently suffered from the flu and is recuperating."

  Fu Xiting's face was grim and cold: "Go and see who is next to Madam, if someone is not clean, deal with it directly."

   Su Xin was surprised.

   nodded tremblingly.

  For a while, I couldn't understand that Fu Xiting was looking for opportunities for Meng Shu! There are still people with unclean mouths beside Meng Shu.

   Seven o'clock in the evening.

   Suxin entered the study and told Meng Shu that there was indeed such a person beside her.

  When they went, they happened to hear a few indecent words, and brought them back according to Fu Xiting's request.

   Now kneeling in the yard.

   "Let Wen Qi come back to serve her, and tell Fang Chi to force people to go to the manor to teach those disobedient people."

  Killing chickens to scare monkeys, Suxin understands.

   "Fang Chi hasn't come back yet."

   "Haven't come back yet?" Fu Xiting's tone was slightly raised.

  Su Xin shook her head.

   At 7:15, Fu Xiting called Jiang Yi, but no one answered.

   Called Fang Chi again, only to find out that Fang Chi was in a meeting.

   And I have been in for several hours, and there is no intention of ending.

  Fu Xiting hung up the phone, covered his lips and coughed a few times, picked up the coat on the sofa and asked Suxin to prepare the car.

   "Sir——," Su Xin hurried to catch up, as if trying to stop Fu Xiting.

  As for the latter, all she was left with was a back that stepped into the cold wind.

   At eleven o'clock, Jiang Yi came out of the meeting room.

  Put on your coat and prepare to leave.

  As soon as he opened the door and got in the car, he saw someone sitting in the back seat.

  Hearing the sound of the door opening, the man's eyelids slightly lifted.

  Raised his hand to hold Jiang Yi's cold palm.

   It seems that the man's body temperature has always been high, and Jiang Yi never took it to heart.

   "Waiting for a long time?"

  The man shook his head slightly: "It's okay."

   As the car slowly drove back to Yu Garden, Fu Xiting still kept his eyes closed.

   And Jiang Yi didn't find anything wrong along the way.

Until Yu Garden, Jiang Yi got out of the car and took two steps. Looking back, he saw the latter push the car door and get out of the car. In just a few seconds, the man's footsteps were swaying. Jiang Yi was startled, and ran over suddenly. Support Fu Xiting.

   And obviously.

  She could not support a fainted man with her own strength. She supported Fu Xiting with one hand, and wanted to hold the door of the car with the other to prevent them from falling.

   But she didn't want to pull her hand to the side of the car, and the moment the door closed, it hit the back of her hand.

  Jiang withdrew his hand in pain.

  In an instant, she was knocked to the ground by Fu Xiting.

  The bodyguard who rushed over wanted to save him but was a step too late.

"Mrs."

"gentlemen."

   The scream sounded.

  Jiang Yi's eyes were dazzled.

  When Fu Xiting was helped up, she barely felt that she could catch her breath.

  The pain from hitting his back on the concrete floor was comparable to breaking a few bones. Jiang Yi turned over and curled up, lying on the ground and curled up in pain.

   "Madam," Su Xin squatted on the ground, extremely nervous.

  Trying to reach out to help her up, Jiang Yi asked Suxin not to touch her with a pale face and a hoarse voice.

   "Are you okay?"

good?

  No, no, no, she is not well at all. Jiang Yi greeted Fu Xiting's ancestor seven, eighty or ninety times in her heart, and the pain hit her intermittently, but she still hadn't devoured her reason.

  She had a pale face, and asked Suxin with trembling breath: "What's wrong with your husband?"

   "Mr. was in Hong Kong for several days and didn't have a good rest for several days. He also suffered from stomach bleeding. He was lying in the hospital for two days. He couldn't be discharged. The husband was thinking about his little wife, so he was discharged early and came back."

   Su Xin polished up her words to make her words sound sincere enough.

  Try to push Fu Xiting to Jiang Yi's side, after all, she can tell which of the two is true and who is false.

  Jiang Yi took a breath and looked at Suxin.

  The person who sent Fu Xiting to the master bedroom returned and helped Suxin lift Jiang Yi up.

  Jiang Yi felt like a needle pricked his back.

   "Did you call the doctor?"

  The bodyguard nodded: "We're on our way."

  Jiang Yi hummed, and looked at Suxin: "You let your husband go out even though you know he is sick?"

   Su Xin sighed slightly: "Mr. wants to take his wife home, but he can't stop him."

  Jiang Yi's back pain is not as lethal as Su Xin's words.

   "Special Assistant Guan said that since the day he came back, the husband has never had a rest, and he has been rushing people into the hospital all the time. He is thinking about his wife, tossing back and forth, and his iron body can't bear it."

  Jiang Yi understands, Suxin is here to sell misfortune for Fu Xiting.

  The protagonist is unconscious and unable to speak, but she, the butler, can speak out what she has seen and heard, so that she, the culprit, can have some sympathy.

  Su Xin became Fu Xiting's assist.

   And it was the kind of assist that Jiang Yi could understand.

  If she was as yin and yang as Meng Shu, she would still be able to say a few words, but her sincere expression seemed to wish you well.

   Weird! Weird!

   Half an hour later, the doctor came up, and Jiang Yi was watching Suxin physically cool down Fu Xiting in the bedroom.

   Obviously, Suxin knew that she couldn't move at this time, so she didn't make things difficult for her.

   "38.9 degrees, let's cool down first!"

   After some inspection, Fu Xiting hung up the water.

  Jiang Yi sat aside, reached out to pick up the medicine prescribed by the doctor, and looked at the boxes one by one.

   After finding nothing wrong, she ordered Suxin to send her off.

  The doctor looked at Jiang Yi with some doubts before leaving: "Don't wait until Mr. Fu's water is finished?"

   "It's getting late, I'll just take out the needle and change the medicine," Jiang Yi leaned on the imperial concubine's couch by the window, looking at the doctor lightly, and said such a sentence.

  The lazy posture is very similar to the imperial concubine and queen in the ancient palace.

   It is a sin to look more than once.

   It was once rumored that Mr. Fu's new wife was ugly.

   Only after seeing it did I realize that this is slander.

  If this appearance is ugly, what about the rest?

   Not worthy to live in this world?

  The doctor Sui looked a little suspicious, but he didn't dare to say more.

   Others don't know, but he knows it in his heart.

  Fu Xiting is as ruthless as he is happy to give money.

  The last family doctor was messed up in this industry because of talking about his private affairs and went abroad.

   And I don't want to step into this footsteps.

  Late at night, Suxin wiped Fu Xiting's body with a towel, Jiang Yi fumbled to take off the sweater on her body, and she gasped in pain when she raised her hand.

   Suxin asked if she needed help.

  Jiang Yi thought to himself, how dare?

   Turning around, he looked at her sadly again.

  She can't take it.

   "No, you take care of your husband."

  Jiang Yi took off his clothes, only to see that his back was black and blue, and there was a broken skin.

   She scolded her mother in pain.

   Bite the bullet, took a shower, and nestled into the chaise longue next to the bed.

  At two o'clock in the morning, after recovering from Suxin's soft call, he got up and pulled out the needle on the back of Fu Xiting's hand, with a crisp and sharp method like that of Lian Jiazi, without ambiguity.

   Lifting his eyes slightly, he saw the unconscious person waking up and looking at her.

   "Learned?" The man's hoarse voice sounded in the room.

  Jiang Yi hummed: "If you can see and hear it, it will be done."

  My parents are both doctors, but I still have basic nursing skills.

   "Help me up to go to the bathroom."

  People with persistent high fever are not unconscious. At least, Fu Xiting is still extremely sensitive to physiological needs at this time. In the bathroom, Jiang Yi turned his back to him, listening to the sound of rushing water behind him.

  She knew the difference in body structure between men and women as early as in junior high school textbooks, and she and Fu Xiting have already become a veritable couple. She doesn't blush for such things.

  The only thing that felt a little shocking was watching this man from the high mountains fall off the altar and become a mortal.

   "Xu Qi has been here?" Fu Xiting lay back on the bed, his complexion a little better, and the Xu Qi he was talking about was his family doctor.

   "Xu Qi is on a business trip, and his colleague replaced him," Jiang Yi poured a glass of water and handed it to him.

   "I crushed you when I fell down, are you okay?"

  Jiang Yi: ...

  It's okay not to mention it, but when she mentions it, she only feels pain in her back, like being bitten by ants.

   "Drink water," she moved the cup in her hand forward.

  Fu Xiting drank half a glass of water with her hand.

  Jiang deliberately avoided this question, probably because he didn't want to have another warm scene in the middle of the night, for fear that he would not be able to bear it.

  At three o'clock in the morning, the husband and wife were still awake.

  Fu Xiting watched Jiang Yi busily taking medicine. The person leaning on the bed may be because of illness, or it may be because the scene in front of him is so warm.

  The expression on his face softened a bit.

  The warm yellow light shone on her lover, covering her with a glorious coat, as if at this moment, the two of them were just ordinary people in this ordinary world, and the intrigue was just the content of the script.

  (end of this chapter)