Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated

  Different routes lead to the same goal?

  How can different paths lead to the same goal?

  In the real world, it’s not like making idol dramas. You can’t come back after going around in circles.

  Jiang Yi and Lin Jingzhou are not even quarrelsome in the world.

   At most, it can only be a premature death in the world of mortals.

   It's just an acquaintance who has blocked all the way out and has no results.

   "What did he say?"

   As soon as Qian Xingzhi got into the car, Jiang Yi asked faintly.

   "I didn't say anything," Qian Xingzhi responded without changing his expression, and started the car back to Yu Garden.

   It was not until a long time later that the matter was revealed, and Qian Xingzhi realized how lethal his concealment today was.

   The rain on October 8 was timely.

  The continuous high temperature weather was washed clean by this autumn rain.

  Jiang Yi came out of the police station and leaned on the back seat, lost in thought.

   Often times like this, Qian Xingzhi won't bother her.

  Does this often happen?

many!

  At least during this short period of time, he often saw it.

   "I've heard stories about you and Lin Jingzhou before."

   Outside the car, the wiper is working, and there is a slight sound.

  The person who was resting his mind with his eyes closed smiled faintly when he heard Qian Xingzhi's words: "The rumor must be very good."

  The past between her and Lin Jingzhou was once a good story among many people.

   It used to be a good story.

  Now it seems that it is just a tool used by the Lin family to establish a personality for Lin Jingzhou.

  A person who wants to be a high-ranking person in the future will not allow any mistakes in his life. Whichever path he takes, who he marries, will eventually become a specimen.

  As for himself, he is just a ladder in Lin Jingzhou's life.

   It is true that he has love for her, but this love is not pure.

   "Most good things are not firm, colorful clouds are easy to scatter and glass is broken," Qian Xingzhi responded to Jiang Yi with one sentence.

   "It's better for a person to have some flaws. A person who is too perfect is either a lunatic or drives others crazy," and Lin Jingzhou's external character image is really too perfect, a modest gentleman, and he is as good as a friend.

  A gentle and refined appearance makes people unable to find any flaws. Others don't know it, but some people know that no flaws are the biggest flaws.

   "Compared to Lin Jingzhou, Mr. Fu is more suitable to be a husband."

  Jiang Yi still closed his eyes slightly: "I thought you would name the third person."

  Qian Xingzhi's hand holding the steering wheel froze, thinking that Jiang Yi was joking.

  In places like the capital, there is never a shortage of high-end gathering places.

  On this day, Jiang Si booked a box with a few classmates to have fun together.

  While drinking, someone talked about Jiang Yi, and sighed: "Thinking that the person we played with at the beginning became a wealthy lady and someone we couldn't reach, life really lacks a lot of fun!"

   "Whoever said no, I knew she would become a noble lady. I have to be restrained in everything I say. Up to now, my mother is worried that Jiang Yi's old story will be brought up again. Fu Dong became angry and took it out on our family."

   "The story of a third-rate young lady who became a wealthy lady, if this story is taken out, it can become an inspirational story."

   "I don't know if it means Jiang Yi hides it deeply! Or should I say that Fu Dong is blind."

   "There are so many wealthy ladies in the capital who don't like it, but a third-rate woman who has no skills."

   "Who says no!"

  Everyone echoed every word I said, and each of the words they said was worse than the last.

  Outside the box, Shiyue stood at the door in light gray sportswear.

  Looking at Jiang Si beside him: "Are they talking about Jiang Yi?"

   "Yes," Jiang Si responded.

   "This is an old story in the capital circle. In the past, it was something that everyone talked about, but now, no one dares to mention it publicly."

   "Why?" Shiyue pretended to be curious.

  Jiang Si sneered: "It's not because some people climbed the high branches, otherwise it could be for something."

   "Jiang Yi?"

   "You don't know?" Jiang Si was completely surprised.

  I thought that such an exquisite person as Shiyue knew everything in the middle, but she didn't know it.

  Jiang Si seems to have opened up the conversation today, wishing to tell her all the old things about Jiang Yi.

   With details.

   When Tokiyue came out of the box, it was almost ten o'clock.

  As soon as she got into the car, Tao Juan told her that Cheng Wen had gone to the apartment.

  She hummed.

   "Go back to the apartment directly or go back to the studio first?"

   "Go straight back," Shiyue responded.

   "Aren't you going back to the studio to do something?" Tao Juan's tone was a little flustered.

   "Tao Juan, with my current status, what qualifications do you think I have to fight against those rich wives from wealthy families in the capital? I'm just a lover, no matter where I stand, I'm still a lover."

"As long as I have no personal interests involved with Chengwen, no matter what happens to me, he will consider how to give up on me. Only when I stand by his side openly and have actual interests involved with him, he will think about anything that happens to me. Save me, save me."

   Shiyue seemed to suddenly understand why she was struggling in the capital.

  Jiang Si's words tonight were like a blow to the head: "If it wasn't because she is a real wife, how could Director Fu control her to death."

  In this circle of interests first.

  Who would take care of someone who has nothing to do with him?

  October 10th, the third day of continuous rain in the capital, the temperature dropped again and again, and he died directly.

  During the long vacation, it was more than 30 degrees, but today it is only about ten degrees, and there is not even a sun.

   This man got up early in the morning, holding the quilt in his arms.

  With her long hair draped around her side, she sat on the bed covering her face and sucked her nose.

  Years of living alone told her something was wrong.

  She called Suxin to come up with a thermometer.

  The housekeeper's worried eyes fell on Jiang Yi, and she put the thermometer under her armpit familiarly.

   After a few minutes, I took it out, and sure enough—38.5.

   "Ma'am," Su Xin exclaimed.

   Firstly, I was worried because the hostess was sick.

  The second reason is that the male host went out early in the morning and told him that he would go to Sydney for a business trip for a few days.

  Jiang Yi felt top-heavy at this moment, and the person holding the quilt leaned on the bed: "Headache, don't shout."

  Fu Xiting is on a business trip.

  She knew.

  Last night, she was held down several times by someone, and she repeatedly begged for mercy. The latter responded that she would not see her in the next few days, and wanted to drink some soup in advance.

   What Fu Xiting drank was not soup, but his own essence.

  Jiang Yi reached out for the mobile phone on the bedside and called Fu Xiting. When he picked it up on the other side, he could faintly hear the rumble of the plane.

"Baby."

   "I'm sick," Jiang Yi Nuoxuo said.

   I didn't even think about hiding it for fear of being worried.

  On the contrary, she wished that Fu Xiting would find out sooner, so that she would regret the crime of rubbing her last night.

   "What's the matter?" Compared with the greeting in the previous sentence, what's the matter in the latter sentence well reflects Fu Xiting's eagerness.

   "I have a fever," Jiang Yi said pitifully, sniffing while speaking, looking weak and pitiful no matter what.

   "Where is Suxin? Did you call the doctor?"

"kindness-."

  Fu Xiting's mind was still on work for a second, but at this moment, all his emotions were filled with Jiang Yi, and the sound of fever made his heart fly back to Yu Garden.

  Fu Xiting was as worried as Suxin was, after all... the hostess told her to take good care of him before leaving home, never thought about it!

  Mr. walks on the front foot, and the wife on the back foot has a fever.

   This speed is indeed a seamless connection.

   This phone call was extremely long.

  The original plane meeting was canceled directly because of this phone call.

  The vice presidents in Dongting looked at each other in blank dismay, wanting to remind him, but knowing Fu Dong's worries as a husband, no one dared to speak out to persuade him.

   In the past, Guan Qing could still be blamed, but now he has gone back to paternity leave, leaving only a group of people who are afraid of death hesitating, not daring to move forward.

  The rumble of the plane and the people looking at each other had a strange harmony.

   Sighing is about to pass, it is the sound of teacups colliding together.

  Wu Jiangbai held the cup in one hand and flipped through the documents in the other.

Seeing the several vice presidents in front of him making eye contact, he stretched out his hand and threw the document in his hand, with a low tone, with a calmness that only people who have come here have seen: "Take a good look, to prevent Mr. Fu from returning after landing, Lest we meet our partners and be held down by others.”

  As soon as Wu Jiangbai said this, the cabin was instantly quiet.

  All thoughts in everyone's hearts were stopped by Wu Jiangbai's words.

   Put down the cups in their hands, pick up the documents and work hard.

   The voices that stopped for a while sounded again, Fu Xiting was coaxing Jiang Yi with his mobile phone, but the coaxing was stopped instantly by the sound of work and discussion.

  Knowing it was work, but there was nothing I could do, so I had to go aside with my phone.

   During several hours of flight time, Fu Xiting kept calling.

  The doctor comes, the doctor leaves.

  How to diagnose and prescribe what medicine, he heard clearly.

  On October 10, Fu Xiting was away on a business trip, and Jiang Yi developed a high fever.

  But while she was having a high fever, she received a call from Lin Jingzhou.

  When the call came, Jiang Yi was surprised.

  She waved away the servants in the room and reached out to pick them up.

  On the other side, Lin Jingzhou spoke steadily.

"busy?"

   "Lin Fan has something to say," Jiang Yi said, not in the mood to greet others.

   "Let's meet!"

   "What does Lin Fan want to talk to me about?"

   "About Lin Qinghe," Lin Jingzhou said cautiously.

   "Did Lin Qinghe ask you to come, or did you want to come?"

   "Is there a difference?"

   "The difference is obvious, why does Lin Fan pretend to be like me!"

  When the two came and went, Lin Jingzhou probably still had some affection for Jiang Yi in his heart, and every word he said was cautious, but Jiang Yi! Straightforward, crisp and neat.

   At eleven o'clock, Jiang Yi took the medicine and felt drowsy.

  But because she was going to meet guests in Yuyuan, she drank another cup of coffee after taking the medicine, Suxin was so frightened that she wanted to stop her, but she couldn't.

   repeatedly exclaimed Mrs.

   "Irrelevant people pay out of the main house, let the money come."

  At five past eleven, when Lin Jingzhou came, he was not alone.

  Beside him is his secretary.

  The two were about to step in, but Qian Xingzhi stood in front of them like a mountain: "Yu Garden doesn't entertain guests lightly, it's kindness for Lin Fan to bring his secretary up today, so there's no need to go in."

  The secretary was taken aback, because he knew that Fu Xiting's Yu Garden had a rule of not entertaining outsiders.

   Glancing at Lin Jingzhou, he saw that the latter nodded slightly.

   Footsteps stopped in the corridor.

  Lin Jingzhou came to Yu Garden for the first time, but even so, he had heard about the situation of Yu Garden from other people more than once.

  The joy of mountains and forests is hidden in Yu Garden.

   This is the holy place on earth that many people yearn for.

  But there was no image of this holy place on earth spread out, and everyone didn't even have an imaginary direction.

   Suxin came out from the house to greet her this day, and saw Lin Jingzhou nodding her head to say hello.

  The latter responded slightly.

   "Mr. Lin is the first guest in Yu Garden in autumn," Su Xin said softly.

  Lin Jingzhou nodded slowly, and responded quietly: "This is my honor."

After the rain, the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus in Yu Garden came in bursts, and the sweet-scented osmanthus that lingered in her nose seemed to remind Su Xin of something: "My wife loves sweet-scented osmanthus. Sir, at the end of last month, I had someone reorganize the flowers, plants and trees in the yard. Newly moved The few sweet-scented osmanthus that came over just took advantage of the autumn rain to grow well."

   Suxin said, and moved her gaze away. When Lin Jingzhou followed her gaze, his expression dimmed a bit.

"In this life, people will always give up their favorite things for various reasons, and they will give up their hobbies more or less because of certain things in life, but my husband said that when people are capable, they will You should satisfy your various needs, so that you will not let down the hardships you have come along the way."

   Meet your needs?

  Fu Xiting's deep meaning is definitely not as simple as satisfying his own needs.

  Su Xin did not say this for nothing.

  He naturally knows that Jiang Yi loves sweet-scented osmanthus, and has thought about retiring when he gets old, buying a yard, and planting an sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard.

  Every autumn, sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant.

   Su Xin's words undoubtedly wanted to tell him that there are some things that really don't need to wait until they get older.

  As the autumn rain fell, Lin Jingzhou stood in the yard holding an umbrella, listening to Suxin's seemingly unintentional but intentional whispers.

"The north side of the yard used to be a lawn, but now it's my wife's flower garden. My wife loves flowers, but she doesn't have much patience to take care of these flowers and plants. But when the flowers die, they will be sad. Therefore, this place has become a It is the place where Mr. Wang must come every day when he gets off work."

   "My husband doesn't like flowers, but because my wife loves them, I just follow suit."

"There are chrysanthemums planted in the outermost part of the flower garden. The origin of the chrysanthemums is not considered auspicious. In order to insult his wife, Mr. Lin Qinghe sent someone to send a bouquet of chrysanthemums to his wife in public. The wife didn't feel anything, on the contrary. I took it home, dug a piece of land with a hoe, and buried it in it. I thought this half of the species would definitely die, but I didn’t expect it to survive.”

  Lin Jingzhou paused when he was about to step in.

  Lin Qinghe, insult, these words can only make him tremble half a point

   And the words that I thought half of the species would definitely die made Lin Jingzhou's footsteps completely stopped.

  Half species, these words describe Jiang Fu.

  She entered Jiang Yi's body halfway, and thought that she would not live long, but the chrysanthemum that survived was her reference.

  She will live, live well.

  He came for Lin Qinghe, but Suxin said these words before he entered, with ulterior motives?