Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated

  Chapter 317 318: Su Xin finds Shiyue

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  Zhou Wentang stood beside him, looking at the people beside him cautiously.

   It is said that companionship with a king is like companionship with a tiger. This sentence has its own reason for existence

  Meng Qian is now like a lion provoked by Fu Xiting, with fierceness all over his body, wishing to kill Fu Xiting.

  But it just doesn't have the ability.

  As for today's incident, the most troublesome thing for him is that Fu Xiting hasn't been killed yet.

  Jiang Yi's ability was revealed again.

  I thought Jiang Yi was a soft persimmon, so I squeezed it when I wanted to.

   Zhao Ying let him know after this incident came out.

  Jiang Yi is not a soft persimmon.

  At this moment, Meng Qian is probably murderous in his heart, wishing he could kill people is good.

   "A good daughter raised by the Jiang family."

   "How did you check the things you were asked to check?"

Zhou Wentang replied in a low voice: "I have checked, and although Jiang Yi has contacts with Zou Yin, every contact is innocent, there is no special or different intersection. As for the frequency of going to the hospital, it is not too much. Besides, Mrs. Jiang has contacted quite a few doctors."

   "I don't see anything special about Zou Yin."

  Meng Qian squeezed the osmanthus branch in his hand: "How do you say it?"

   "Jiang Yi has been in poor health since he was born. Over the years, Jiang Fu has visited all the hospitals in the capital, big and small. He has many friends who are doctors, and Zou Yin is just one of them."

   Meng Qian lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

   When it was time to come, he said, "Go and invite Mr. Jiang."

  Zhou Wentang's heart trembled.

   Even so, he didn't say any rebuttal words, but nodded and ordered.

   "Jiang Ze separated from the Jiang family early on, what do you mean?"

   "Can't we restrain the family after we separate?"

   Meng Qian said, throwing the sweet-scented osmanthus branch in his hand on the ground.

  There is a coldness and ruthlessness unique to the superior in his eyebrows and eyes.

   On the other side, in Shiyue's studio, a group of wealthy ladies are gathering for afternoon tea.

Talking about Fu Xiting, someone exclaimed: "Mr. Fu is already rich and powerful. Just controlling a Dongting Group is enviable, not to mention that he is still enjoying the national food now. In the future, the capital will not be Mr. Fu alone." People have the final say?"

   Someone picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee and echoed in a low voice: "Do you still need it later?"

   "Without these additional conditions, Director Fu is already a unique existence in the capital. I don't care about the other things, it's just cheap."

   "Marrying such a good man, it's nothing that Fu Dong can satisfy her materially. What I envy is that Fu Dong respects her and supports her to be herself. This is rare among wealthy families."

   "Yes! Look at those wealthy families in the capital who held weddings similar to Fu Dong's. Some of them are pregnant with their second child. As soon as they enter, they are like production tools one after another. Only Jiang Yi doesn't care."

   "If you don't hurry up and have children to stabilize your position, you will instead slowly fulfill yourself."

   "How many people in the capital are like this?"

   A group of people began to sigh and sigh while chatting.

When Shiyue had just sent off a wave of guests downstairs, those who were still in the future opened the door and went in, and heard again: "It is said that Mr. Fu bought an osmanthus tree in someone's yard at a high price a while ago. I like it."

   "It is no longer enviable to send the limited editions in the shopping mall to Yu Garden as soon as the time comes. This kind of plain and absolute maintenance is enviable."

   "Everyone has his own destiny."

   "What are you talking about? Are you talking so happily?" Shiyue pushed the door open and asked in a leisurely tone as if she hadn't heard the previous content.

   "Talk about Fu Dong!"

   "Enviable."

   Shiyue ground himself a cup of coffee and sat down, quietly listening to everyone chatting.

  When I heard that Director Fu was infatuated, I was a little surprised and said, "How did I hear that Director Fu had an ex-girlfriend?"

  In an instant, Shiyue's office was silent.

  All eyes fell on her.

   "Ex-girlfriend?" Someone was surprised.

   Looking at Shiyue with doubts: "Where did Miss Shi know?"

   Shiyue seemed to realize that she had said something wrong: "I'm talking nonsense, everyone, don't take it seriously."

   If you talk about scheming, it is estimated that none of the people present are Shiyue's opponent.

  And everyone knows that the time and the month are written.

  Although Cheng Wen is not as good as Fu Xiting, he is still second only to Fu Xiting. It seems that it is common to know something that others don't.

  So, when Shiyue said this, everyone's subconscious reaction was that this matter was written to her.

   And today, it was just a slip of the tongue.

As soon as Shiyue said this, someone began to smile knowingly: "I think so, Mr. Fu has never had any women around him these years. If he really has an ex-girlfriend, with Mr. Fu's frank personality, he must It’s not going to be hidden.”

  Someone began to echo what Shiyue said.

   And that's what they said, but everyone knew in their hearts that it might be true, but no one dared to say it.

   And it's been a month, it can be said that you are really shooting yourself in the foot.

   Just the last sentence of that person.

  With Mr. Fu's frank character, he will definitely not hide it.

   It hurts too much.

  This sentence is too hurtful.

  The afternoon tea did not last long.

   When the time came, someone left early on the grounds that they wanted to pick up their children.

  When Tao Juan came in to tidy up the tea set, she saw Shiyue sitting on a chair mountain in a daze, drinking more than half of the coffee in her hand.

  Tao Juan reached out to take the coffee away: "I'd better drink less coffee in the future."

   "Is there no such thing as freedom?"

  “It’s not impossible to get what you want if you lose your freedom.”

  Tao Juan's words were rather cryptic.

   Shiyue was about to respond when the clerk from downstairs came up.

   "Boss, someone wants to buy that painting you put in the corner."

   "Tell her that the painting is defective and not for sale."

   "The other party said, it doesn't matter, she just likes that painting."

  The clerk looked at Shiyue and felt very embarrassed.

   Shiyue got up and went downstairs.

  When I saw the woman standing in front of the painting, I felt that this person was very expensive before I walked in.

   "Hello, our painting is defective and not for sale."

  Su Xin turned slightly, looked at Shiyue, and said with a little regret: "There are no defective products in art, but I think this painting is very suitable for me."

  The moment she saw Su Xin, Shiyue was shocked.

  She did her homework before returning to the capital.

  She is in control of all the rich and powerful relationships in the capital.

   During the years when he was a housekeeper in the Fu family, Shiyue certainly met Su Xin more than once.

  She even secretly envied Su Xin, and secretly vowed to become like her when she grows up,

   She is too familiar.

  Su Xin is very familiar to her.

  Meng Shu's sister-in-law visited Fu's house frequently.

  After Su Xin said this, when she looked at Shiyue, her eyes were a little puzzled: "We know each other?"

   "Why do you say that?" Shiyue asked.

   "Very familiar."

   "Shouldn't know," Shiyue slowly shook his head.

  She paid attention to the person in front of her at the beginning, but at that time, as the housekeeper's daughter, she was not qualified to sit at the same table with someone like Su Xin.

   I paid attention to it, but I can't admit it.

  Su Xin smiled and set her eyes on the painting: "I want this painting, and it's wrapped up."

   "I still suggest you look at the others," Shiyue said humbly, with inertia and respect.

   "You always thought it was a defective product?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

   "Because it is an unfinished work," Shiyue explained.

   "We live in this world. Before entering the coffin, we are also unfinished works in the hands of God, but do you think people are incomplete?" Su Xin smiled slightly.

  “Whether it’s a work or a person, they all have souls. Those who can’t appreciate it will naturally think it is a defective product, but those who can appreciate it will have a different feeling.”

  Su Xin said, looking at the staff beside him: "Wrap it up."

  The latter looked at Shiyue in embarrassment, Shiyue nodded before she dared to move.

   Shiyue looked at Su Xin, every word she said was carefully considered.

  If she doesn’t know Su Xin’s identity, that’s all.

   You know—that’s another story.

  “You have your own unique views on art, so you can appreciate its beauty, but it’s not necessarily in the eyes of the public.”

   "It can only be said that Miss Shi's painting is specially made for me."

  Su Xin swiped the card.

  Ask Shiyue: "Is it delivered to your door?"

   "You can send it."

   "Then please trouble Miss Shi to deliver this painting to Chengnan No. 1 at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, and then just report the name of the studio to the doorman. It is best for Miss Shi to go in person."

   Chengnan No. 1, even if Shiyue didn't know it, he had heard it many times.

"must."

   Shiyue sent people away, and when she watched the car leave, she walked slowly into the house.

   "That person really bought the painting just now," Tao Juan came down from the stairs, and glanced behind Shiyue.

   "En," Shiyue stepped into the studio.

  The white sweater and white skirt are simply mixed with the decoration in the house.

  The whole person looks a bit elegant.

   But the elegance has never penetrated into the bone marrow, but only attached to the skin.

  Even Tao Juan can tell, and so can the rest.

   It's just not speaking.

   "The guy just hadn't seen him in the store, but he looked familiar."

  Shiyue told the clerk Bao to be more careful, and at the same time said to Tao Juan: "You are thinking carefully."

   "I feel like I've seen it on TV," the person who packaged the painting raised his head and said.

  Shiyue didn't keep her secrets anymore: "Your Excellency, Madam."

   When the words fell to the ground, everyone was shocked.

   Shiyue's mind is full of the phrase tomorrow at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Chengnan No. 1.

bother you for something.

  Does Su Xin want any famous paintings?

  Why come to yourself.

  It’s coming, there must be a plan.

   And this picture, she couldn't think of it for a while.

  Fu Xiting was completely focused on Jiang Yi these days, and he didn't want to care about the actions of the men from the Meng family.

  As for Su Xin going to find Shiyue, when Fang Chi came to tell him, the man just waved his hand slightly to signal him to go out.

  Is Fu Xiting difficult?

  Fang Chi found it difficult.

  If the responsibility of a family falls on one person, it must be difficult.

   I want to do eight thousand, but—I'm sleepy,

  (end of this chapter)