Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 144 144: Do you think you have a night

fuxi't'i In this year, Fu Xiting was under thirty.

Life experiences and years are rich enough, but emotional experiences are very few.

When I first met Jiang Fu, I couldn't hide the admiration that radiated from the bottom of my heart.

But unfortunately, Jiang Fu already had a fiancé at that time.

Morality and conscience made his appreciation of Jiang Fu only stop at the stage of appreciation.

There were no further negotiations.

Until he discovered that Jiang Yi was Jiang Fu, the feeling that God was taking pity on him emerged spontaneously. The opportunity was presented to him. Wouldn't it be foolish to give up?

When he found out that she was Jiang Fu, Fu Xiting was not ready to let her go.

I wanted to take everything slowly, but until Lin Jingzhou knew the truth.

He felt that taking it slowly was too unrealistic.

For Jiang Fu to have a relationship with him is simply as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Fortunately, all this was accomplished.

When Jiang Yi bit his neck, the man's desire to control her became stronger and stronger.

Fu Xiting placed his palm on the back of Jiang Yi's head and gently comforted her. To her, it was like looking at a little kitten with blown hair.

"Where is Mr. Fu's morality and conscience?" Jiang Yi looked at him and almost gritted his teeth.

Fu Xiting smiled indifferently and said: "What kind of morality and conscience do I need to sleep with my fiancée? Is it possible that I have to ask Jesus and Buddha beforehand when my husband and wife are in love?"

"Beast." Jiang Yi stood up and wanted to leave the bedroom.

Fu Xiting sat on the edge of the bed and did not move. He just opened his thin lips and said, "Yi Tian is downstairs."

Jiang Yi was slightly stunned. After a few seconds, she turned around and raised her hand, then slapped Fu Xiting on the face.

Over thirty, the first time I was slapped was at the hands of a yellow-haired girl in her early twenties.

Fu Xiting was slapped, but he was not angry at all. In other words, the anger from this slap was not as angry as Lin Jingzhou's phone call.

When Jiang Jianren didn't respond, he slapped her again.

She just hit people, and she slapped one side of the face in anger.

When Fu Xiting received the second slap, he touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue and suddenly burst into laughter: "You're pretty strong, aren't you?"

"Don't worry, there are plenty of ways to make you feel bored."

Jiang Yi:…………

That night, the moon was rising high, and when Meng Shu's voice of seeing off guests rang out in the courtyard, Fu Xiting stopped vaguely, and when his big palms restrained Jiang Yi's waist, there was no sound from the person in his arms.

At midnight, Fu Xiting wrapped Jiang Yi in a blanket and left the villa with him.

The next morning, Jiang Yi woke up from the pain. When she struggled to turn over, she obviously felt that the bedroom in front of her was a little familiar. Then she stretched out her hand and saw that there was a lot of wetness under her body, causing her to utter a curse word.

"grass!!!!"

That bitch Fu Xiting put her on the big bed that had been splashed with water.

Can't live for your own fault?

That's probably true.

All the internal organs of Jiang Yi's body were squeezed together, and all the bones in his body seemed to be falling apart. The person lying on the bed moved his position desperately, trying to find a dry place.

And what about Fu Xiting?

On this day, he never went to the company.

Instead, he moved all the things to Yu Garden. When everyone came, they were still muttering on the road, wondering what Fu Dong was doing today.

It wasn't until they arrived at the study room in Yu Garden that everyone understood. They understood and were surprised at the same time.

Whether it was Guan Qing or Wujiang Baie, the first reaction of dozens of people was that Fu Dong had been beaten.

As for who, everyone has a clear answer in their minds.

Half of Fu Xiting's face was swollen, and the five-finger mountain on his face was looming.

Facing the doubtful looks of all the vice presidents, the 40-year-old man asked nonchalantly: "Have you seen enough?"

Everyone suddenly came back to their senses at this low and deep questioning voice, or coughed awkwardly, or touched their noses.

Or pretend not to see it.

Two hours of work was not a long time, and after the show ended, everyone could no longer hide their doubts.

"What happened to Mr. Fu's little wife?"

"Being beaten like this?"

"Are you going out to steal something?"

"Nonsense, Mr. Fu is not such an unclean person."

"Then you can tell me why?"

"You ask me? I'm not the party involved. Just ask Fu Dong."

"Stop talking about it. This little lady is not easy to mess with. Please take it easy in the future."

In the crowd, someone made a clear statement.

Jiang Yi is not easy to mess with, perhaps even more so than Fu Xiting.

Guan Qing touched the back of his neck and vaguely felt that he was breaking out in a cold sweat.

When Fu Xiting entered the master bedroom, Jiang Yi was lying on the quilt.

Yes, on the quilt.

The man looked a little surprised. After thinking for a while, he asked his doubts: "Why do you sleep on the quilt?"

"The bed is wet," Jiang Yi said. Although his body was numb at this time, his mind was still awake.

Fu Xiting frowned, walked over and reached into the quilt under Jiang Yi, and touched it casually.

A wet piece.

"Why is the bed wet?"

"Your bed, how do I know?"

Fu Xiting didn't believe it: "Are you sure?"

Jiang Yi sighed, seemingly helpless.

The person paralyzed on the bed seemed to have pulled himself back from the position of a victim after hours of mental struggle.

Although Fu Xiting was nothing, Jiang Yi had to admit that what he said made sense.

At this moment, she was making a choice in her heart.

After all the entanglement, Fu Xiting just put down the phone and asked the servant to come up.

Jiang Yi spoke at the right moment: "I'm short of money."

Fu Xiting was stunned, looking at Jiang Yi, his handsome eyebrows slightly twisted together: "How much is missing?"

"a lot of."

"How much is a lot? Specifically."

"I don't know. How much do you think you are worth for one night? Just give me that amount."

Fu Xiting:

The man laughed, it was the first time he heard such a shameless statement.

"If I sell myself, I still have to give you money? Is there anything wrong with this idea?"

Jiang Yi didn't answer in silence, and Fu Xiting said again: "How much? I can't afford it. I have to contribute money and effort, so if you give me less, don't I admit that I am cheap? Please give me a specific number."

Jiang Yi opened her eyes and looked at Fu Xiting. The man pulled up a chair and sat beside the bed seriously, staring at her seriously.

"Fu Xiting, do you know why I like Fang Chi more than you?"

Prefer Fangchi?

Fu Xiting wouldn't like it if he said it.

Even so, he still raised his chin inexplicably: "You say."

"Although Fang Chi is a fool, he is obedient. Although you are as rich as the enemy, you are still a stingy one."

Fu Xiting: scold him?

He nodded slowly.

He got up and went to the study room to get a document. He crossed his legs and opened the document: "Since Yiyi says that I am a bitch, you must not like the flat floor next to your school."

After Fu Xiting finished speaking, he took out the paper and shook it open in front of Jiang Yi.

What came into view was a purchase contract with Jiang Yi's name on it.

Jiang Yi reached out to grab the document in front of her, but Fu Xiting dodged it. The man stared at her: "Am I a bitch?"

(End of chapter)