Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated

  Chapter 330 331 Fu Dong sent someone over

  On this day, Jiang Yi waited for several hours at Chengnan No. 1,

  Meng Qian's drunkard's intention is not to drink.

   After chatting with her for a few minutes, she left on the grounds that she had something to do, while Jiang Yi sat in the reception room from early morning to sunset.

  And the person who sat did not feel the slightest discomfort.

   Instead, he leisurely picked up a magazine that was on the coffee table for an unknown year and month, and began to read it carefully.

  That leisurely look, it seems that the person being coerced at this time is not herself at all, but someone who has nothing to do with her.

  Jiang Yi knew that this matter would not be that simple when he followed Zhou Wentang this morning.

   They invited themselves to Chengnan No. 1, not for the purpose of instigating Fu Xiting.

   Instead, she wanted to see if the relationship between her and Fu Xiting was as the outside world said.

   And obviously whenever Fu Xiting comes, these people are ready to let her go.

   "Miss Jiang," in the afternoon, Zhou Wentang didn't know whether he was done with work or came to see her specially, and handed her a glass of warm water.

   "Is Secretary Zhou going to let me go?" Jiang Yi closed the magazine in his hand.

  Zhou Wentang smiled shortly, and there was a little light in his deep eyes: "Your Excellency said, you can only be let go if Director Fu comes to pick you up in person."

Jiang Yi understood, and glanced at the cup in front of him: "Don't Secretary Zhou know that I have divorced Chairman Fu? A qualified ex should not bother each other as if he was dead, instead of going back and forth every now and then. Just come out and make a fuss, let me call Fu Dong, I can't hold back that face."

  Zhou Wentang was not surprised by Jiang Yi's remarks, instead he twitched the corners of his lips: "Then I'll call, Miss Jiang."

   Zhou Wentang took out his mobile phone and prepared to call Fu Xiting. Jiang Yi watched him find Fu Xiting's number from the phone's address book, and dialed it.

On the   side, the phone rang for a while and was picked up.

  But it was Guan Qing who answered the phone.

   "Secretary Zhou."

   "Secretary Guan."

   "I'm looking for Mr. Fu."

  Guan Qing was standing in front of Fu Xiting with her mobile phone on and hands-free. She glanced at Fu Xiting who was leaning on the boss chair and staring at him: "Boss Fu is in a meeting, so it's not convenient."

   "Then please ask Secretary Guan to ask Director Fu to call me back." Zhou Wentang didn't struggle too much.

Both he and Fu Xiting are smart people. When Guan Qing answered the phone and said that Fu Xiting was in a meeting, it was enough to prove that Fu Xiting would not come to control Jiang Yi's life and death. If he really liked a woman and this woman was being threatened However, with Fu Xiting's temperament, it is impossible to ignore Jiang Yi.

  An extremely conceited man like Fu Xiting would not allow any woman to suffer with him.

   What's more, that woman is still his wife.

  The three words in the meeting have proved everything.

   "Secretary Zhou is really handy in doing such an unmanly thing," Jiang Yi leaned on the sofa, playing with her fingertips with her slender fingers.

  The indifferent appearance was mocking: "Why bother?"

   "Gaining fame and power is nothing more than being looked down upon by women in the end, so can this reputation and power still be your thing?"

  Zhou Wentang still looked businesslike, put his phone in his pocket, and looked at Jiang Yi: "Miss Jiang can't guarantee that she still has time to worry about me? It's really rare."

"I'm all alone, nothing more than broken pots and broken pots. Secretary Zhou is different. He has worked so hard to get to where he is now. If you don't keep up with a good person, you will be the first to be guillotined." .”

  Jiang Yi looked at Zhou Wentang with her chin resting on her cheek, and tried to persuade him earnestly.

  It has the meaning of counter-instigation.

  This delicate appearance is paired with a confident face, which is extremely attractive.

  The kind of confidence exuding from the bottom of my heart makes people feel it at a glance.

  Zhou Wentang's fingertips on his knees moved slightly: "Miss Jiang still cares about my life?"

  Jiang Yi changed her hand to support her cheek, and nodded coquettishly: "Of course."

   "After all, in terms of my aesthetics, Secretary-General Zhou, it would be a pity to see you die in vain."

   Zhou Wentang's heart tightened because Jiang Yi's sentence was based on her aesthetics.

   "I thought Miss Jiang would like Fu Dong's hanging."

   "People's tastes will change! I appreciate Secretary Zhou's hanging more now," Jiang Yi's teasing voice sounded in the reception room,

   "Furthermore, what you can't get is always a commotion. Mr. Fu is leftovers, and Secretary Zhou is still fresh." Jiang Yi's charming face matched her tone, which made people feel a little flustered.

   Fortunately, Zhou Wentang is of high rank.

  If it was a person with a low rank, he would have knelt down before Jiang Yi's all kinds of charms.

   Not to mention that Zhou Wentang was a little unsophisticated towards Jiang Fu at the beginning. It is indeed not easy for him to hold his heart even when he knows that Jiang Yi is Jiang Fu.

   "If I commit myself to Ms. Jiang, can I ask Ms. Jiang to help me overthrow Chairman Fu?"

  To subvert Fu Xiting?

  Tut tsk tsk—

  Jiang Yi thought to himself, the ambition is big.

   "Subvert my ex-husband?"

   "It's not enough to have beauty alone."

  Zhou Wentang understood clearly: "What else does Miss Jiang want?"

   "Money beyond count."

  Zhou Wentang nodded: "Yes."

   "Yes?" Jiang Yi asked back.

   It seems that Zhou Wentang's voice can be surprised.

"It can be."

   "Secretary Zhou is richer than Chairman Fu?"

   "I am outstanding, your Excellency pays, this should not be difficult."

  Jiang Yi suddenly laughed: "I don't do third-hand business, I'm just interested in Secretary Zhou, and I'm not interested in Meng Qian's old stuff whose half of his body is buried in the ground."

   "Miss Jiang, isn't this embarrassing me?" Zhou Wentang seemed to be bargaining with Jiang Yi seriously: "If a clean politician's money can outweigh a capitalist, wouldn't the world be in chaos?"

"That's your business. I only start with things that interest me," Jiang Yi's fingertips fell under his cheeks and tapped them repeatedly. His slender nails were painted with light pink nail polish, from hair to feet All exude refinement.

  In the past, Jiang Fu only paid attention to her image all the time when her life was at its peak, and most of the rest of the time she was a worker who was tortured by work.

   At this time, Jiang Yi enjoyed this exquisiteness at the age of 22. In addition to his own social experience and accumulation, it is more nourished by money.

   Zhou Wentang had heard of Fu Xiting's love for Jiang Yi more than once.

  The flowers and plants in the courtyard of Yu Garden will start construction every month, and the reason for the construction is nothing more than my wife.

  Fu Xiting started a big project in Yu Garden, and specially built a flower house and a yoga room for Jiang Yi. Whatever his lover wanted, he silently paid for it.

  Others may not know about it, but what happened in Yu Garden cannot be hidden from Chengnan No.1.

  Jiang Yi's current slack is fueled by Fu Xiting's money.

   It is precisely because of Fu Xiting's lesson from the past that Jiang Yi dared to talk to him like this.

  Zhou Wentang knew that he had been fooled by this woman.

  Jiang Yi will not have any cooperation with him.

   This kind of idleness is boring anyway, I might as well talk to you, Zhou Wentang saw through it at a glance.

  He got up, without any polite words, just got up and left.

   Throw Jiang Yi in the reception room.

  The latter smiled with contempt in his tone.

  Continue to hold the magazine in front of you and gently flip through it.

  Until nine o'clock in the evening.

  Those who stared at Fu Xiting sent back a message saying that Fu Xiting is now socializing with his partners, and it just started at nine o'clock, and judging by the posture, the socializing will not end in a while.

  When Meng Qian heard the news, his face was gloomy.

   "Is he not worried at all?"

   "We can't go to the Dongting Group. We don't know what the situation is, but when Mr. Fu went out, the way he talked with others obviously didn't look like he was worried about Miss Jiang."

  Bang——Meng Qian slapped the table with his hand, almost gritted his teeth and said, "We are too kind after all."

  Fu Xiting really doesn't take himself seriously.

  Meng Qian waved his hand to let the guards go out.

  Looking at Zhou Wentang: "Go, arrange two men to go to the reception room."

   Zhou Wentang knew exactly what Meng Qian's words meant, and panic arose in his heart.

   Staring at Meng Qian with persuasion: "No, sir."

   "Why not? If he, Fu Xiting, can be so defiant today, he can overthrow me someday."

"We bring people to Chengnan No. 1 openly. If anything happens to Ms. Jiang in Chengnan No. 1, then we will not be able to get away from it. Although everyone will not say anything because of the face of the Meng family, if those who follow Mr. People who know it will be chilled."

   "Moreover, half of the people in the capital are begging for life with Fu Xiting. If public anger is aroused, this matter will not be calmed down."

  Zhou Wentang persuaded with reason and evidence.

  Even though every sentence he said was not very nice, it was also true.

  The anger in Meng Qian's heart was suppressed by half at once.

  Standing in the office, he took a deep breath.

   Obviously struggling, Zhou Wentang saw this, and continued to force: "We can't do things that are too small to make a big difference."

   Meng Qian angrily clenched his fist beside him, "I'm going to get rid of him sooner or later."

   "Send her down."

  When Zhou Wentang heard this, he immediately turned around and went to do it.

  Standing at the door of the reception room, he did not directly contact Jiang Yi, but instead ordered the guards to send him down.

  At 9:55, Fang Chi, who was waiting outside, came in, and whispered in Fu Xiting's ear that he had already left.

  Fu Xiting was chatting and laughing happily with his partner, and the smile on his lips hadn't dissipated in the future, so he nodded clearly and asked Fang Chi: "Everyone is arranged?"

"arranged."

   "Is there someone important?"

   "Does the newly appointed Chief of Guard next to Meng Qian count?"

   "Go do it," the man raised his hand holding the cigarette and waved his fingertips slightly.

   "Chairman Fu is really a busy man, he is busy with his career while eating and entertaining."

   Seeing Fu Xiting like this, the business partner teased with a smile.

  Fu Xiting snorted seemingly helplessly: "The people below are too young after all."

   "Director Fu likes to give opportunities to young people." It is obvious to all how much effort Fu Xiting has made for the fresh graduates in the capital. Everyone knows now that anyone who has been out of the East Court for a few years has to double their annual salary several times.

  Fu Xiting shook the cigarette on the ashtray: "We all came from young people."

  ...

  Meng Qian's chief guard led people to evacuate from Fu Xiting's side. They followed Fu Xiting for a whole day, hoping to see what Fu Xiting would do, but unexpectedly, Fu Xiting didn't put his mind on this at all.

   They returned without success.

   On the way back, when I was in the downtown area, when I was about to turn, I was hit by a black BMW.

   With a bang, two cars stopped on the side of the road.

  The other party got out of the car to check. Before he could see what was happening, he saw a woman in a dark green suspender opposite get off the car, stood beside her and looked at the slammed car door with a sad expression on her face.

   "I'm really sorry, we were in a hurry and didn't pay attention."

  The man looked down at the woman beside him, and the moment he saw the high heels on her feet, his eyes turned cold: "You can't wear high heels while driving, don't you know?"

  The woman looked down at her shoes.

   looked at the man again with some embarrassment: "I came out in a hurry, I forgot."

  The guard glanced at the woman, probably because he didn't want to tangle with her: "Forget it, let's go!"

  The woman glanced at the man, as if she felt embarrassed and let it go.

   grabbed the man's arm: "This is inappropriate, let's solve it directly! Avoid subsequent troubles."

   "I don't have time to trouble you, you can rest assured about that."

"you--."

   "Okay! That's what you said."

  Women suddenly give up on trying to figure things out.

  When I got in the car and drove away, I glanced at the grass beside me.

   Watching the man leave.

  Jiang intended to return home.

  I saw someone more in the room.

  Just when she wanted to ask, Mengyao said very considerately: "Auntie, I came here by myself."

   "We have no shortage of aunts here," Jiang Yi entered the room and took off the windbreaker and hung it behind the door.

  Auntie was a little embarrassed when she heard Jiang Yi's words while standing in the living room wearing an apron.

  His hands kept stirring on the apron mountain.

   "Miss Jiang, I used to stay by Mr. Fu's side for a while, whether it was cooking or doing housework, I was approved by my husband."

  Jiang Yi: …….

  De, arranged by Fu Xiting.

don't want?

   Obviously not.

  If this aunt is invited out, her follow-up trouble may be to spend several hours to appease the fragile and wronged heart of that man.

  Jiang Yi put on his slippers and said blankly, "Go in!"

   "That's it?"

   "Taking a short hand, Fu Xiting gives you tens of millions of living expenses a year, will you accept it?"

  Mengyao sat cross-legged on the sofa, propped her head and brushed her hair, and responded with a smile: "If it's Fu Xiting, I'll accept it. If it's Si Bo, I'll tell him to go away."

   "Such a double standard?" Jiang Yi walked to the coffee table and bent down to pour himself a glass of water.

   Having not drank water all day, Jiang Yi poured four or five glasses of water into it.

   "Which one do you hear first, the good news or the bad news?"

  Jiang Yi poured a glass of water and looked at Mengyao with a teasing tone.

"OK!"

   "Your chance has come."

  Mengyao asked again: "Where is the bad one?"

   "Si Bo has gone to Ganzhou. If I go back to your hometown and know that you haven't gone back, I will definitely come to you."

  Meng Yao: .

  (end of this chapter)