Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated

  Chapter 391 390 Floating Stories: Xi De loves a girl named Zhan Shu

  In mid-June, Mrs. Fu's prenatal check-up was not in good condition, and Mr. Fu put down half of his work.

  Spent most of his time at home, devoted to accompanying his wife and children.

   And Jiang Yi, under Mr. Fu's example, was forced to stop the work in hand.

  Even though she was dissatisfied, she had nowhere to tell.

  Line to August, midsummer.

  The chirping of cicadas and birds at night became the object of Jiang Yi's thoughts.

  In this noisy environment, Jiang Yi received the news that Mengyao was pregnant.

  When Mr. Fu heard about it, he clicked his tongue and said something in Wen Ziqi's style.

   Mrs. Fu asked what it meant.

  The latter told leisurely: "Wen Ziqi is in a passive state in this relationship. An insecure person will naturally try to find refuge for himself, and the child is a reassurance."

  When the Wen family heard the news, they panicked.

   Judging from Wen Ziqi's personality, he is not a man who does things irresponsibly, on the contrary, he has a strong sense of responsibility.

  The education he received since he was a child and the environment in which he grew up as a teenager destined him to become a very responsible man, and the Wen family naturally knew this.

  Thus, when she learned that Mengyao was pregnant, she became confused.

   It is not only the Wen family who are in chaos, but also Mengyao.

  She was sitting on the sofa with a pregnancy test stick. Before she could react, Wen Ziqi had already announced the good news to the world.

  One person is confused, and the other is happy.

  Some people laughed and bent over, and naturally some people were sad.

  Jiang Yi and Mengyao have been in contact more frequently since then.

  Both of them are like old hens with their wings bound, unable to fly.

  When we feel sorry for each other, we can find common topics.

  As for Mengyao, she never thought about not wanting this child.

  You can't fall twice on the same thing in life.

  She felt guilty, and naturally needed a substitute to make up for it.

  Furthermore, Wen Ziqi is not Si Bo.

  This man, if she has the idea of ​​not wanting him, he has a hundred ways to kill her.

   Simply, nothing more.

  Being a person must be grateful. When she was down and down, she never disliked her own people. No matter what, Mengyao could not do such a thing that hurt others.

  In mid-August, Jiang Yi occasionally went to the company to deal with some matters.

  For several days in a row, she vaguely felt that there was an eye staring at her in the company parking lot.

  Speaking of this matter with Qian Xingzhi, the latter was not ambiguous.

   Various investigations, monitoring, and security have gone through one by one, and no suspicious persons have been found.

   Until the beginning of September, when the expected date of delivery was approaching, Jiang Yi went to the company for the last meeting.

  Wen Sirui is now in charge of everything alone, and she knows everything about the company.

  Jiang Yi left at this time, not embarrassing her.

  This meeting is only for high-level people.

   During the four-hour meeting, Jiang Yi sat or stood, and in the third trimester, sitting or standing for a long time was a bit embarrassing for her.

  By the end of the meeting, her legs were swollen a bit.

  People in the conference room left one after another, Wen Sirui squatted on the ground and looked at Jiang Yi's ankle.

  He raised his head and asked softly, "Shall I rub it for you?"

  Jiang Yi couldn't agree to this kind of thing even if he wanted to.

  Rejecting Wen Sirui, she moved her feet.

  Sitting in the meeting room and chatting with Wen Sirui.

   It wasn't until Fu Xiting came to pick her up that the conversation between the two ended.

  In the car, Jiang Yi slanted against the back seat, and Fu Xiting's slender fingertips landed on Jiang Yi's ankle, rubbing it gently.

  Late pregnancy, mobility difficulties.

  Every day is different, thanks to Mr. Fu's patience.

  Faced with various emergencies, I have never had any complaints.

  At night, Jiang Yi couldn't fall asleep, so he gently lifted the quilt and left the bedroom.

  Pacing slowly in the study.

   Touching her tight belly.

  Holding a book produced during pregnancy in her hand, flipping through it casually.

  In the middle of the night, Mr. Fu reached out to touch it in his sleep, but there was nothing beside him.

  In an instant, the man's blood rushed to his head.

  He first called for meaning.

  Seeing that there was no answer in the bedroom, he opened the door barefoot and shouted loudly in the corridor, which alarmed the servants downstairs and also shocked the people in the study.

  Jiang Yi opened the study door, and the night watch servant downstairs also came up.

  Before the servant could say what's the matter, the gentleman standing barefoot at the door of the study hugged his wife.

  The choking sound seemed terrified and grateful in the dead of night in the long corridor.

  It seems that I just had a lost and found dream.

  Jiang Yi held the book in one hand, and gently placed the other on his back, asking softly, "What's wrong?"

  Fu Xiting didn't dare to say, he had a dream, and all of this was an illusion.

  He looks like a severely mentally ill patient, fantasizing about a perfect world.

  Jiang Yi is the heroine in this dream.

  Children are also illusions.

   But these, can not be said.

  It is cruel to let a person who is so uncomfortable in the third trimester of pregnancy to comfort himself.

  The man looked down at her, held her cheek and kissed her like a rare treasure: "I can't sleep."

   "Well, I hope he will come out soon."

  This kind of urgency is only thought of when morning sickness.

  The man kissed her forehead lightly: "Come out when the time comes."

  In the study room, Mr. Fu hugged his lover and sat on his knees, with one hand around her waist, and the other hand on her stomach, stroking her slowly.

  Took the book in her hand: "Don't read about pregnancy knowledge."

   "You bought it," Mrs. Fu reminded.

  The man casually took out a magazine from the side and handed it to her, and said lightly, "I'll just read the precautions. Pregnancy is already very hard, so I'll take care of the worries."

  Pale laughter sounded in the study late at night.

   Mrs. Fu asked him, has the name been chosen yet?

  Mr. Fu carried his lover to his study room, put her on a chair, and took out a piece of rice paper from the cabinet.

  Seeing this, Mrs. Fu opened the inkstone box and sharpened the ink for her quite perceptively.

  The man smiled sweetly, reached out and tapped the tip of her nose.

   Immediately picked up a pen, and wrote a sentence on the rice paper in block letters with one hand: When the crane cage is opened, you will meet a gentleman, and when the scroll is displayed, you will meet the ancients.

   Mrs. Fu looked up at Fu Xiting: "Exhibition book?"

  The latter nodded slightly.

   "Self-calmness prolongs life, and there is no need for things to grow spirit." Mrs. Fu murmured and said the second half of the sentence.

  Mr. Fu put down the brush in his hand and held Jiang Yi's hand: "I don't want him to be superior, I just hope he can be self-consistent and have a good attitude when things happen."

  A week before the due date.

  Jiang Yi received a call from Wen Sirui that there was a problem with the fire alarm system of the company building.

  Suddenly water was sprinkled in the middle of the night, and the company was flooded.

   It happened that Guan Qing had a car accident yesterday, and Fu Xiting went to the hospital today.

  Because the hospital is not a good place, I didn't bring Jiang Yi.

  Jiang Yi called Qian Xingzhi, and brought a few servants to the company.

   As soon as he stepped in with a big belly, he saw half of the company soaked in the water, and the property management staff and the company employees were cleaning up.

  Seeing this scene for the first time, her mind buzzed and her whole body tensed up.

  The archives in the company store a lot of materials, if something happens——

  Jiang didn't even think about it, he stepped on the flat shoes and slipped in. Qian Xingzhi stood behind and watched her bold action, was startled, and immediately followed.

   This farce ended in the afternoon.

  The company's monitoring showed that there was no abnormality, but the property's alarm system had failed, causing them to suffer heavy losses.

  The other party kept apologizing, hoping that the rich lady would show kindness and let her go.

   Obviously, Jiang Yi is not such a foolish person.

  Wrong is wrong, right is right.

  If things change direction, the other party will not let him go so easily.

  Moral sense is something she doesn't have often in her life.

  When they left in the afternoon, everyone in Jiang Yi drifted away.

  Waiting for the elevator, he was a little unsteady, so he stretched out his hand to support the wall beside him. Seeing this, Qian Xingzhi helped him up, and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

  Jiang Yi shook his head, and the elevator door slowly opened.

   There was only one cleaning lady standing in the huge elevator.

  When Jiang Yi stepped in, a voice sounded in his mind, but it disappeared in an instant.

   Too fast for her to catch.

  In the elevator, the cleaner was wearing work clothes and was cleaning the elevator with his back to them.

  Jiang Yi glanced over her and saw the tattoo on her wrist.

  In an instant, the scene in my mind flashed by.

  In the white studio, when the woman raised her hand, she showed her wrist.

  Wrist joint took out a coquettish red rose.

  Jiang Yi woke up suddenly, and called out Qian Xingzhi.

  Just as she opened her mouth, the woman standing in the corner quickly pulled out a fruit knife from her body, and walked towards Jiang Yi.

  The latter, obviously prepared for it, dodged the push and thrust a fruit knife into her shoulder.

  Qian Xingzhi was horrified, and kicked Shiyue away.

   Grabbing her hair, she pressed it against the wall of the elevator and slammed it down, followed by a bang, and the elevator stopped in mid-air.

Shiyue was trampled under by Qian Xingzhi, she didn't feel the slightest pain, on the contrary, she was happy physically and mentally, extremely comfortable, and the laughter of the hearty madman resounded in this small space: "Jiang Yi, it's not a foregone conclusion, you and I will die in this small space." It's not certain who owns it!"

"I struggled at the bottom of the society to live the life I wanted, but you plotted against me again and again, plotted against me, and pulled me down. Fu Xiting is very powerful, and I have nowhere to go, Meng Shu I can't even get in there, but you are different! You are arrogant, assertive, and disobedient, Fu Xiting can't stand you."

   "Look, you and I are very pitiful. As a woman of Fu Xiting, I can't die well."

   "You are hopeless, the elevator has an accident, you just wait to slowly bleed to death in the elevator, one dead body and two lives! It doesn't matter if I die, but I also want to make Fu Xiting suffer."

  Qian Xingzhi put his arms around Jiang Yi and covered the wound on her shoulder. Hearing what Shiyue said, he stomped on her leg and said, "Crazy woman."

Crazy laughter came from Shiyue's mouth: "He pulled me out of **** and threw me into **** with his own hands. I didn't speak the language and stayed abroad for so many years. In order to survive, I turned over trash cans, worked as a prostitute, and was thrown into **** by myself. Men take turns, all of this is due to Fu Xiting, Jiang Yi, did Fu Xiting tell you? The butler who had an affair with her mother was my biological father. "

   "My biological father, I watched him die at Fu Xiting's feet. I never felt sorry for him, but what about me? I didn't know anything, but I became a funeral object."

   Shiyue roared, her sharp voice was extremely harsh in the dark and narrow elevator.

  Jiang Yi covered the wound with one hand, and touched his stomach with the other. The little guy in his stomach was twitching wildly.

  Jiang Yi endured the pain and sneered: "Are you innocent?"

"If you don't say anything, you are an accomplice. You helped your father hide Fu Xiting from Fu Xiting and let the situation get out of hand, but now you are saying that you are innocent? Shiyue, I really regret it. I should have killed you in the first place. Here you go." The chance of a scumbag lingering on his life is an insult to me."

   "Really? What a coincidence! I want to kill you too, let's die together! Jiang Yi, Fu Xiting won't live long after you die. One life is worth three, so it's worth it."

   "I've been planning for this day for four full months. During these four months, I've been thinking about you all the time. I don't think about food or sleep at night. I wish I could meet you tomorrow."

   "Finally, God never treats a hard-working person badly—."

  When Qian Xingzhi kicked Shiyue unconscious, Jiang Yi passed out.

   When the elevator door opened, it was already half an hour later.

  Mr. Fu just came out of the hospital with several bosses of Dongting Group this day. The bosses all knew that Mrs. Fu was in the third trimester of pregnancy, so they dared not ask for a meal.

  Mr. Fu, when he learned that Jiang Yi had gone to the company, ordered Fang Chi to go straight to the company.

   Unexpectedly, when he arrived, he just saw Qian Xingzhi coming out of the elevator with a **** pregnant woman in his arms.

   Far away, Qian Xingzhi saw Fu Xiting shouting to Mr. Fu with a high voice.

  In an instant, he bowed his head and roared: "Jiang Yi, Director Fu is here, don't sleep, don't sleep! If you die in the hands of that kind of thing, your reputation in this life will be ruined."

  If you ask Fu Xiting when was the most thrilling moment in his life, he will definitely tell you without hesitation—now.

  The turmoil in the family, the betrayal of the mother, the murder of the uncle, and being held with a gun to the head are nothing compared to today.

  When he saw Jiang Yi covered in blood, the man staggered and nearly fell to his knees.

   "I mean, I mean?"

  The man staggered, got up and followed the ambulance into the hospital. In the ambulance, the rich businessman held his lover's hand and called out eagerly, saying that the man did not flick his tears easily because he hadn't reached the place where he was sad.

   And this day! The people in the ambulance saw the rich businessman's tears.

  His cry is like the lamentation of a wild deer.

  Pierce through the mountains and plains and shoot straight into the heart.

   The twists and turns and various colorful descriptions are omitted, and the grief hits the heart directly.

   On September 25, 2012, Mrs. Fu was stabbed into the hospital by Shiyue on the fifth day before her due date.

   And the location is tricky. In the hospital, obstetrics and gynecology experts and cardiology experts have emergency consultations.

  Fu Xiting was in the corridor of the hospital, pacing up and down like an ant on a hot pot.

   Difficulty in self-control.

  He has never looked forward to the blessings of the gods like now. A materialist who only believes in himself, at this moment, he frequently prays for the blessings of the gods in his heart.

   At exactly four o'clock, Yi Tian rushed over when he heard the news and didn't have time to bring newborn supplies.

  Seeing that Fu Xiting was covered in blood, he was so frightened that he sat limply on the ground.

  When the sobbing sound came, it aroused Fu Xiting's worries.

  The man followed Yi Tian closely, and there was a cry of hooting, and a sad sound sounded.

   Days feel like years?

  No, no, no, at this moment, every second is like a year.

  The soft and melodious crying and the soft groaning that could not be tolerated became the scenery in the hospital.

  Fu Xiting thought, it would be great if it were him.

  If it is him, it will be fine.

   At 5:30, the door of the operating room was opened, and when the sound of the baby's crying came, Fu Xiting seemed to have been injected with fresh blood.

   "It's a girl."

   "How about my lover?"

  The nurse's joy was in stark contrast to Fu Xiting's sadness.

  This nurse is a veteran of the obstetrics and gynecology department. She sees too many newborns every day. Although she has long been numb to work, she still has professional ethics. The birth of a new life is both sad and joyful.

  Even though the woman in the operating room is not out of danger yet, she should bring some good news to others.

   Obviously, the wealthy businessman in front of him cared more about his lover in the operating room than the birth of a newborn.

   "Let me ask you, how is my lover?" Seeing the nurse lost his mind, Fu Xiting roared anxiously.

  The baby in the swaddle was so frightened that he burst into tears, and the nurse suddenly came back to his senses: "It's not out of danger yet."

  In 2012, Mr. Fu's life was full of ups and downs.

  Hearing the nurse's words that he was not out of danger, Fu Xiting staggered while supporting the wall, then supported the wall, raised his hand to cover it, and when coughing sounded, blood flowed from his palm.

  Like a terminally ill dying person.

  Yi Tian took the child in his hand and glanced at it, then gestured to Suxin.

   Only then did he support Fu Xiting to sit on the bench.

  She advised him, comforted him.

  But Yi Tian knew that this consolation would not have any effect.

  Fu Xiting covered his face with his blood-stained hand, and sobbed: "What crime did I do in my previous life, so that I will seek benevolence and not benevolent in this life."

  Fu Xiting's life!

  Except for a little success in career, the rest is fine.

   In the past two days, the Buddhist system may be updated. The ending chapter is a bit difficult to write.

   It is estimated that I will have time to write after the next year, everyone pays attention to wb,

  (end of this chapter)