Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 199 199: Fulfill my dream before I go to the grave?

Late at night, Jiang Yi woke up from his dream and glanced at the time, three in the morning.

Fu Xiting was lying next to him, still in a dream state, while Jiang Yi was lying on the bed with a clear mind.

After a moment, she slowly stood up, tiptoeing as if she was afraid of waking Fu Xiting.

The bedroom and the study are several steps away. Before Jiang Yi came, Fu Xiting's study and bedroom were integrated. After Jiang Yi came, a door separated the two places.

She reached out and pushed open the door of Fu Xiting's study. Just when she was about to step in, a moderate cough sounded from behind her.

Jiang Yi suddenly felt a dense numbness on his spine.

She slowly turned her head and saw Fu Xiting standing behind her, looking at her.

My whole body feels like I just woke up.

"Can't sleep?"

Jiang Yi blinked and looked at Fu Xiting with confusion: "Why am I here?"

Fu Xiting had a frivolous look on his face and thought to himself, this girl is so powerful. She tried to sneak into his study at night and was caught, but instead of explaining, she started questioning her?

The man didn't expose her either: "Sleepwalking?"

Jiang Yi continued to pretend and said oh.

He slowly left the study and went back to the bedroom.

Sleepwalking? Doesn’t exist.

She made it clear that she just wanted to spy on something, but she got caught by chance.

Fu Xiting and Jiang Yi combined have eight hundred minds.

Fu Xiting watched Jiang Yi, wearing a palace-style nightgown with long hair hanging loose, floating from his side to the bed like a lonely ghost, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

The man's eyes slowly withdrew when she lay on the bed, reached out to close the curved door of the bedroom, and returned to the bed.

Fu Xiting stretched out his hand to pull the quilt, but found that Jiang Yi had swept her away. He stretched out his foot and kicked her: "Quilt."

Jiang Yi gave him a little bit.

Really just a little bit.

Fu Xiting kicked again: "Quilt."

"Are you annoyed?" Jiang Yi became angry and turned over to look at Fu Xiting.

Fu Xiting didn't say anything. He glanced at the quilt on his body and stared at Jiang Yi with a slightly humorous tone: "Baby, open your eyes wide and take a look."

Jiang Yi glanced at it, feeling quite guilty, and stretched out his hand to pull the quilt to him.

Fu Xiting felt in a trance, as if the situation at this moment was worthy of his further investigation.

The tranquility that came after such a long time made him want to talk, even though he knew that if he chatted with Jiang Yi now, he would definitely be chased and scolded by this shrew.

But in order to satisfy his short-term sense of peace, he still spoke.

Late at night, when Jiang Yi was dazed and ready to go back to sleep, Fu Xiting asked: "What style of wedding do you want?"

Jiang Yi responded calmly, with a buzzing voice: "Keep it simple."

"Someone will deliver a wedding dress tomorrow."

"Yeah~."

"I mean——," Fu Xiting's meaning shout came back a thousand times.

He also called Jiang Yi's dream back.

"You can make any requests."

"Fulfill my dreams before I go to my grave?"

"It's okay to understand it that way."

If marriage is the anger of love.

"A marriage with love is a grave. In our case, we are two evil ghosts struggling in an endless hell."

"Fu Xiting, you are the kind of man I wanted to play with in my last life. I looked invincible on the outside, but was weak on the inside and could break at the touch. If I give you a little tenderness, you will remember it for a long time. I am a student of people like you."

I have seen a lot since then, and taking you back to my house to eat two meals cooked by my mother will give you a different feeling. To say it is effortless is not an exaggeration."

In this world, when there is a lack of money, give money, and when there is a lack of love, give love. This is the way to get along, and it is also a routine. Jiang Yi had already figured out these routines when he was a student, but he just didn't bother to use them on Fu Xiting.

"You should also be grateful to the Lord of Hell for not accepting me, so that you can meet a poor person like you. If I had had loving parents and outstanding abilities in my previous life, a man like you would never be in my selection of a spouse.

Why should I, a child from a complete family, use my decades of life to heal others? If I have the time, I might as well choose a husband who is suitable in all aspects."

"It's just that now you and I are the same kind. We are struggling on different channels to escape. Two evil ghosts with a combined eight hundred minds are wandering around in the world looking for a cure. What kind of love can we talk about?

Something valuable.”

Jiang Yi said, rolled up the quilt, turned over, and prepared to continue sleeping.

As for Fu Xiting, Jiang Yi's words that struck his soul made him feel a little dazed.

What kind of love are you talking about? Worthless things.

Two evil spirits with a combined total of eight hundred eyes are seeking a cure in this world.

Every sentence is so simple and clear yet vulgar and crude.

Fu Xiting suddenly felt as if he had been stripped naked.

And in this world, besides Jiang Yi, who else has this ability?

This woman's careless words almost made him stand in the sun and get burned. When he came to his senses and wanted to ask a question, Jiang Yi's breathing had stabilized.

Late at night, Zhao Ying woke up from the pain. In the dim environment, she saw Zhao Zhen sitting next to her. He narrowed his eyes slightly and wanted to say something, but he saw Zhao Zhen staring at her with cold eyes.

He said an extremely cold word: "Are you going to provoke Jiang Yi?"

"Yes, I have doubts about her."

Zhao Zhen seemed to be trying to calm down his emotions. He stood up, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and smoked a whole cigarette outside the corridor before coming in.

There were not many people in the corridor at midnight. Zhao Zhen stood by the window and looked at the cold moonlight.

A lone moon squeezed out between the gaps in the tall buildings.

Do you suspect Jiang Yi is Jiang Fu?

Once this kind of unfounded belief in ghosts and gods is spread, everyone may become cannon fodder.

Even though Zhao Zhen didn't speak a word, the anger in his heart had already begun to explode.

Even if he doesn't want to admit it, even if he is his biological daughter, Zhao Zhen still has to admit that there is a huge difference between Zhao Ying and Jiang Fu. A person who is chased by God to feed him and a person who tries his best to stand up.

There is a difference between cloud and mud.

If Jiang Fu was willing to stand on their side, Zhao Zhen would not have let Zhao Ying take this path.

The expected results were not achieved, and another talent was lost.

Sending Zhao Ying to this position is not the best choice, but there is nothing we can do about it.

"Mr. Zhao's invitation to join your team is nothing more than a need for someone to rush forward all the time. You want me, but I'm not necessarily willing to be needed by you."

Jiang Fu's words repeated themselves in Zhao Zhen's mind. After a long time, he put out the cigarette in his hand and headed towards the ward.

"Who gave you the courage to attack Jiang Yi? Even if you beat a dog, you have to look at the owner. If you don't look at the monk's face, you have to look at the Buddha's face. Do you want to drag everyone into the water?"

(End of chapter)