Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated

  Chapter 388 Chapter 387: Second trimester

  Inside the house, the old sandalwood is still burning. Ever since Meng Shu fell ill, the sandalwood in the house has never dispersed.

  Chinese medicines are brought out of the kitchen one after another every day. For a person as proud as Meng Shu, it is naturally impossible for people to spy on her sore spots.

   So on this day, when Meng Qian entered the room, he was choked.

  Raised his hand and waved in front of his nose, with a disgusted expression on his face: "What's the smell?"

  Wen Qi heard Meng Qian's words, and subconsciously raised his head to look at Meng Shu.

   Seeing that the latter looked flat and not being stimulated, he felt relieved.

   "Is there something wrong?"

   Meng Qian stretched his trouser legs and sat on the sofa opposite Meng Shuen: "Come and see you."

  Meng Shu smiled slightly, picked up the bamboo piece and touched the incense burner in front of her: "You never appear in front of me for no reason, tell me! Don't waste your time."

  Looking at Meng Shu, Meng Qian suddenly felt that the person in front of him was quite strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange for a while.

   In the past, the happy little girl who saw her elder brother and sister-in-law seemed to have disappeared, and what was left was an old man who saw through the world and was about to enter Taoism.

  The person in front of me is Meng Shu, not Meng Shu.

   Decades have passed, and both of them are old.

  The word "spirited and vigorous" has long been out of touch with the brothers and sisters of the Meng family.

  The older he gets, the stronger Meng Qian's desire becomes.

  The rebellious idea of ​​killing his relatives with his hands circled in his mind again.

  So on this day, he told Meng Shu about the Hong Kong businessman in the form of a story.

  Meng Shu listened silently without expressing any opinion.

  Until the end of Meng Qian's story, when asked her opinion on this matter.

  Meng Shu smiled lightly: "The person you are talking about is Fu Xiting?"

  Meng Qian stared at her and remained silent.

  When Wen Qi came over with a teacup, before he put it down, he heard Meng Shu say: "So? You want me to kill my son for you?"

   "Sister, the Meng family has come to this point, do you want to watch it be destroyed?"

   "Mr. Meng, drink tea," Wen Qi put the teacup in front of Meng Qian, before he had time to straighten up.

  Meng Shu's pale words were stabbed like a knife: "Is it important? You have no descendants, and the Meng family has only one way to go."

  Destruction.

"No matter how high you stand, so what? No one inherits your inheritance, no one shares your joy, and you can't be inherited if you have no ambition. Even if the Meng family is really destroyed, it is not destroyed by others, but by the hands of others." Destroy it in your own hands."

   "Meng Shu——."

   "Brother, there are three ways to be unfilial. It is better to have no descendants. The children you steal will never be your own children."

  Meng Qian suddenly thought of what Fu Xiting said.

  The murderous aura in my heart rose instantly.

   "You are a loner, what's the use of holding those rights?"

   "Meng Shu," Meng Qian said in a high tone, burning with anger.

   This is his only bargaining chip. If Meng Shu can't help herself, being trampled by Fu Xiting is the end point he can't escape.

   "You really don't want to help me?"

"Why should I help you? Because you designed me? Someone seduced me, then made me pregnant, gave birth to a child and was taken away by you? Why should I help you? Is it based on your calculations? Or is it based on your calculations? Everything? Meng Qian, people are doing it, and the sky is watching. You see, infertility is your retribution in this life."

  He deserves it, he deserves it.

  Doing so many evils that even the Buddha can't stand it.

   Otherwise, how could this life be like this?

  When he first entered the door, Meng Qian was full of confidence that he was bound to win.

  But at this time, facing Meng Shu's straightforwardness, the calmness on her face has long since disappeared, and the rest is panic: "How do you know?"

   "Man is doing it, but God is watching. God will not let anyone who commits many evils go unnoticed."

  Meng Qian stood up from the sofa and glared at her: "Fu Xiting told you?"

  Meng Shu got up slowly, looked at Meng Qian, and responded to him with the same angry tone: "What? You dare to do it, and you are afraid that people will know?"

   "Some faces, if they are torn, they are completely torn. Meng Qian, are you going out by yourself or shall I invite you out?"

  On this day, when Meng Qian left, the setting sun just fell into the living room. Meng Shu was leaning on the sofa, with the warm winter sun behind her.

Wen Qixing went over and squatted beside Meng Shu, with his palms on her knees, and looked at her softly: "If I leave, you should stop running around and live in this villa. Ask Xi Ting to arrange two more servants for you to take care of you."

   "I'm alone, why do I care for the old? It was because of you that I stayed. If you left, I would go back to my hometown."

She was abducted by human traffickers when she was young and rescued by the Fu family. She followed the old man of the Fu family since she was a child. At first, the old man of the Fu family was kind and sponsored her to go to school. After graduating from university, she became a housekeeper. Because of this, Young Master Fu talked to her for a long time.

   Seeing that a life of fifty or sixty years is about to come to an end, it is a sin to talk about those empty things.

   "I don't know where my hometown is, so why go back to my hometown?"

"For me, the manor is my hometown," Wen Qi said, lowering her head and choking. She is really guilty. Recently, she often dreams of Meng Shu's death. She wakes up sweaty and struggles in bed late at night, trying to get out of despair. break free.

  Meng Shu is her only relative in this world. She has never been married and has no children in her life.

  Stay by Meng Shu's side for forty years.

Wen Qi thought about the misery of her youth, and her heart was overwhelmed by Meng Shu's illness, so she couldn't hold it back, and cried loudly. She knelt beside Meng Shu's legs, her sobs continued, and her convulsions became louder and louder. Over a wave.

  She crawled on Meng Shu's lap, as if she had no support, and asked Meng Shu with sobs, what would I do without you!

  The servants in the villa felt that the smile on Butler Wen's face became less and less recently, and the smell of Chinese medicine and sandalwood in the villa became stronger and stronger.

  This elderly housekeeper was not hired by Mr. Fu. When talking about her life, everyone was quite embarrassed.

He was kidnapped and trafficked when he was young. Mr. Fu rescued him, funded his education along the way, and helped to find his biological parents. After many years, when he found his biological parents again, he realized that he was not trafficked, but that he had many brothers and sisters in his family. Her parents were unable to support her and sold her.

   In turn, she returned to Fu's family and became a housekeeper in order to repay her years of kindness.

  When Fu Xiting was born, she was almost nineteen years old, while Meng Shu was only in her early twenties.

  Before Mr. Fu passed away, he entrusted Meng Shu to her. In a flash, it has been almost twenty years.

  Meng Shu listened to Wen Qi's sobbing, tears came from her eyes: "Fortunately, there is still you."

  On February 16, Su Sheng was sent abroad.

   When he realized it, he had already been forced to board the plane without any warning or explanation. The Su family gave him an order not to return within three years.

  On the same day, Fu Xiting took Jiang Yi to get a certificate. Divorce is common in the capital, but remarriage is extremely rare in the capital.

  Looking around, how many of those rich and powerful men are willing to turn back?

   But Fu Xiting...is an exception.

  Mr. Fu's remarriage is nothing more than a high-profile one.

  The public relations department of Dongting Group specially posted a blog for this. When the news came out, everyone was shocked.

In the afternoon, Jiang Yi directed people to move in the villa, and Fu Xiting stood aside to cooperate. During the period, he received several calls, all of which were congratulations. I guess the other party didn't know why, but the matter of obtaining the certificate was indeed worthy of congratulations. He said otherwise, so he came in one phone after another, causing Jiang Yi's face to turn pale, and when he looked sideways at the person, there was displeasure in his eyes.

  Fu Xiting understood, and walked a little further away with his mobile phone.

  Don't dare to stay too long in front of Jiang Yi.

   On the evening of the 16th, when Jiang Yi returned to Yuyuan Garden, she felt like it had been several years. Standing in the villa, looking at the luxurious villa in front of her, the images in her mind seemed to be replayed, one scene after another.

  The man stood behind him, looking at the motionless Jiang Yi, he circled her body, his chin rested on her shoulder, and slowly rubbed against her, with a soft tone: "What are you thinking?"

  Jiang Yi held the hand that fell on his stomach, and gently rubbed his fingertips: "It feels like a dream."

  Fu Xiting smiled lightly, and his thin lips fell on her earlobe: "It's not a dream."

  Outside the house, Suxin was leading someone to move things, when she reached the door, her footsteps stopped.

  Looking at the people behind, everyone stopped in a tacit understanding.

  Jiang Yi turned around, put her arms around Fu Xiting's waist, burrowed her fingertips into his shirt, touched his psoas muscles, looked up at the person, and said delicately, "Pinch it."

  Mr. Fu: ... "Baby, shouldn't you pinch yourself at this time?"

   "Pinch me, are you willing?"

   "Then pinch your husband, are you willing?" Mr. Fu asked rather funnyly, reaching out to grab her domineering paw.

  Jiang was reluctant and wanted to break free.

  Fu Xiting held her palm and brought it in front of him, and put one free hand on the back of her head, leaned over and lowered his lips, and during the intertwining, he nibbled her lightly, once and again.

   It made Jiang Yi gasp again and again until Fu Xiting let go of her.

  She stretched her arms around the man's neck, buried her head in the room, panting unsteadily.

   "True? Or fake?" The man hugged her, gently stroked her back, and asked in a gentle tone.

  Jiang Yi's breath became smoother, and he put his arms around the man's neck and rubbed slightly: "Really."

   "It's been a busy day, are you tired?"

  Getting up in the morning to get the certificate, and then moving, the toss has not stopped until now, Jiang Yi nodded: "Some."

   "Take a break?" The man coaxed her softly.

"And you?"

   "The study handles files."

   "I'll go with you to the study to rest."

  In the second trimester, Mrs. Fu cannot live without people. Mr. Fu and Yi Tian should always be together. If they are separated at the same time, Mrs. Fu should make a fuss.

  If there is no one in the room after lunch break, being sad is a trivial matter, but making noise is a major event.

  Mr. Fu had no choice but to touch her lower back, and walked to the study with his arms around her.

  At the beginning of the year, things were complicated.

  Fu Xiting was obsessed with his family some time ago, and then he was busy cleaning up Meng Qian. If there were not a few bosses in the company, the company would have fallen apart. Now that the backyard is stable, it is time to return to the front yard. If they don't go back again, Guan Qing and the others will be in tears.

The night after spring came late, Jiang Yi was lying on the sofa in the study, covered with a thin blanket, her eyes fell on the sunset outside the window, a touch of the setting sun, struggling between setting and not setting, like a ghost in chaos Trapped beast.

At seven o'clock, Suxin came up to tell her that she could have dinner. Mr. Fu stroked Jiang Yi's back lightly, without saying a word, but the walking posture with his palms was not honest. With a hoarse voice, he asked what was wrong.

   "It's time to eat," Mr. Fu said in a gentle voice.

  The latter rubbed his hands, and said in a daze that he didn't want to eat.

  So soft that she doesn't even want to get up.

  Mr. Fu refused to follow, hugged her on his lap, and played with her, like a cat in Jiangyi, rubbing her again and again, which made people feel refreshed.

  At the beginning of March, Fu Xiting was busy with work, and Jiang Yi became Yi Tian's responsibility.

  After moving back to Yu Garden, the usual cover-up is gone.

  In the second trimester, Yi Tian began to be attracted by various maternity and baby products. Most of the time, Jiang Yi's off-duty life was spent in Yi Tian's popular science.

   A small number is okay, but if there are too many, it will not work.

  Mobility is inconvenient during pregnancy, and I have exhausted my whole body to go to work. If I go home, I have to be dragged by Yi Tian to do mental activities. Jiang Yi only feels that life is hopeless.

It was rare for Fu Xiting to go home early this day, the sun had not set in the clouds, and there was a faint golden light on the Yu Garden. When the man stepped in, he saw his lover leaning on the sofa with his head propped crookedly, looking hopeless, while she There are various magazines in front of you.

  Infant, maternity, postpartum care and restoration, you name it.

  Fu Xiting took off his coat and handed it to Su Xin, took the hot towel and wiped his hands before he dared to walk to the sofa.

"What's wrong?"

  When the man's deep voice sounded, Mrs. Fu seemed to have been slapped with chicken blood. She raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes were shining with golden light.

   Looking at Fu Xiting like a savior.

  Mr. Fu put his arms around his lovely wife who had slipped into his arms, glanced at Yi Tian, ​​and said with a faint smile: "No hurry, some things will be done after the vacation."

   "How to wait for the vacation? Wooden products like cribs should be bought earlier to disperse the smell and prevent formaldehyde."

  Mr. Fu seemed to make sense when he heard it. He looked down at Jiang Yi and saw that he looked sleepy, so he accepted the job.

  (end of this chapter)