Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated

  Chapter 61 61: There shouldn't be anyone coming to pry the grave in the middle of the night like us, right?

  The Western Suburb Cemetery is a well-known place in the entire capital. Why is it famous?

  Because ordinary people cannot enter this kind of place, those who can enter this place and lie down must meet many requirements.

  Jiang Yi opened the door and got off the car, looked at Zuo Fei: "You wait for me here, I will come when I go, if I don't come out, you can stay here and don't move, so as not to be discovered."

   "Jiang Yi," Zuo Fei saw that he was about to leave, and grabbed her wrist: "Can you tell me what you are going to do when you go in?"

   "I have an old friend living here and I want to meet her."

  Zuo Fei: ...

  He looked at Jiang Yi, his back was covered with cold sweat, the old friend who lived in the cemetery, is that the dead?

   "I'll go with you!" Zuo Fei was not as bold as Jiang Yi, but he didn't want to see her a girl... going to the cemetery alone at night.

   "No, thank you, I'm very happy if you can send me here," Jiang Yi looked at Zuo Fei, and said with tenderness, obviously trying to confuse the boy.

  By the time Zuo Fei came back to his senses, Jiang Yi had already slipped into the cemetery, avoiding the watchman's eyes.

  With the help of little news today, she found her tombstone extremely quickly.

  Looking at the photo on the tombstone, she felt a little dazed, looked at the smiling self, and sighed slightly: "Jiang Fu is still alive, Jiang Yi died."

  The five flavors in my heart dissipated inexplicably at this time. The living person looked at his tombstone, except for some sighs, nothing else.

  Jiang Yi walked around to the back and opened the fresh tomb box buried in the daytime. Yes, she came prepared and took a screwdriver from the Jiang family's toolbox.

  Take the Jiang family's tools to pry the grave.

   "Jiang...Jiang...Jiang Yi," Zuo Fei was worried that Jiang Yi would still follow. Seeing Jiang Yi squatting on the ground to pry the grave, he was so frightened that all his souls scattered.

  Jiang Yi was a little helpless, thinking: Children are troublesome.

   "Come? If you come, come and help me!"

  Zuo Fei stood there trembling.

   Staring at Jiang Yi is like watching a ghost.

   "Are you crazy? Digging someone's grave?"

  I dug my own grave, of course, Jiang Yi didn't dare to say that.

   "If you continue to ink, the administrator will come up and arrest us in a while, and we will all be famous."

  Zuo Fei still didn’t dare, Jiang Yi rolled her eyes in her heart, stretched out her hand to push away Nuozhong’s stone cover, and looked at the tomb inside, a set of work clothes she usually wears, and a wedding ring.

  Jiang Yi watched, slightly dazed.

   But it only took a moment, she reached out and took off the nameplate and badge on the overalls, and then took out a hair rope from her schoolbag and put it in.

  She took Jiang Fu's things away and put Jiang Yi's things on.

  A series of actions are done in one go.

  Zuo Fei stood firmly not far away looking at Jiang Yi, motionless.

  Until Jiang Yi put a lot of effort into closing the stele, reached out and pulled his wrist, turned and ran away.

  She just woke up.

  Jiang Yi didn't stop panting until he got in the car.

  Zuo Fei sat in the car, his whole body was limp.

   Trembling eyes fell on her: "You are not Jiang Yi, are you?"

   "Then who do you think I am?" Jiang Yi looked at him with a smile.

   "You are Jiang Fu." Zuo Fei stared at Jiang Yi, wishing to see through her.

Jiang Yi still looked at her with a sweet smile: "I am Jiang Fu, why did I come to dig my own grave? Shouldn't I be lying in my own grave? Or do you think I have time-traveled? It's nothing to read more Read newspapers less novels and sleep more."

  Jiang's indifferent words drifted steadily by.

  Suddenly, a headlight came from behind him.

  Jiang Yi held Zuo Fei's head and hid. She looked through the windshield and saw the 3456.

  Fu Xiting?

  What is he doing here?

  Jiang Yi felt alert.

  Zuo Fei wanted to follow Jiang Yi's gaze, but Jiang Yi held his head: "Let's go!"

  Jiang Yi's words were urgent, far from the calmness he had just talked with Zuo Fei.

  Fu Xiting and Zuo Fei are not at the same level at all.

  She is able to do a job with ease in front of Zuo Fei, but not necessarily in front of Fu Xiting.

  In the cemetery at midnight, wave after wave of people ushered in.

  Fu Xiting followed Fang Chi to the tombstone of Jiang Fu.

  The man stared at Jiang Fu in the photo.

  The hand hanging beside him tightened slightly.

   "Sir? Open it?" Fang Chi looked at Fu Xiting, his tone a bit erratic.

"open it!"

  Fang Chi understood, and reached out to pry open Jiang Fu's tomb. As soon as he opened it, he saw Jiang Fu's clothes.

  Fu Xiting knelt down slowly, and put the emerald in his hand into it.

  Looking at Jiang Fu's tomb, she was a little lost.

   Staring silently, making people panic.

   "Let's go!"

  Fu Xiting got up on his knees, but as soon as he stood up, he saw traces beside the stone cover: "Fang Chi, come and take a look."

  Fang Chi looked over, a little surprised: "Is it because the staff in the cemetery moved too much?"

   "Shouldn't anyone come to pry the grave in the middle of the night like us!"

  If this is the case, this Jiang Judgment is quite miserable. After death, wave after wave of people will come to pry the grave.

  The veins on Fu Xiting's forehead twitched.

  I didn't know what to say for a while.

   "Let's go!"

   Everyone is dead, and everyone is relieved, so what's the point of prying graves?

  At the gate of Jiangnanyuan, Zuo Fei stopped the car, looking at Jiang Yi with suspicion.

   "Can I know why?"

"No," Jiang Yi said in a flat tone, "because everyone has things they can't say, just like you didn't say anything when you saw me being bullied by classmates. Can't say it."

  Jiang wanted to play with Zuo Fei, and it was easy.

  At this time, she was staring at Zuo Fei, making him unable to escape, unable to escape.

   "I'm sorry," Zuo Fei still chose to remain silent.

  Jiang Yi held the corner of her lips: "Thank you for going out with me tonight."

   "If it's possible—" she said tentatively, looking at Zuo Fei, as if she had some green tea.

  Zuo Fei nodded slowly: "Don't worry, I won't say anything."

"Thanks."

  The next day, as soon as the news of the registration for the Capital University debate competition came out, the school exploded.

  Everyone is talking.

  Institutions of higher learning have no shortage of masters, but not necessarily no rookies.

  For example—Jiang Yi.

  Everyone was invisibly surprised when they saw Jiang Yi's name.

   "What is she here for? To gather people?"

   "An art student here for a debate competition? Talk about piano grades? Talk about Beethoven?"

   "That's funny, isn't this a waste of everyone's time?"

  Conversations sounded one after another, and some people outside the crowd were also arguing for Jiang Yi: "Everyone, don't look down on him. He is very popular with the teacher in class recently."

   "That doesn't change the fact that she had a scandal at the beginning. She was engaged and went out to mess around. I don't know if she has brains or no brains."

  (end of this chapter)