Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 241 242: Zhao Zhen comes to the door

A group of young men from wealthy families with an average age of twenty have never experienced the pain of having their parents invited even when they were in high school.

now------.

But they were caught red-handed by Fu Xiting and told to ask their parents. This was really... unacceptable.

Jiang Yi's office building was originally a single-family villa in the city. Once the door was closed, it was isolated from the world.

Even if the wall is not high enough and can be climbed out, these second-generation ancestors probably would not have the guts to yell at Fu Xiting.

After all, this man is feared by many people in the capital.

No matter what the reason is, if they offend Fu Xiting, they will definitely be beaten when they return home.

"Secretary Fang, we are not children."

Fang Chi made a fool of himself and stretched out his hand to grab the back of the boy's neck: "Yes, you are not children anymore, can you do things without thinking? You have disturbed my wife, don't you think my husband will take off your skin?"

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What Fu Xiting dislikes the most is that these second-generation ancestors from wealthy families who have no ability and are arrogant are dragging them out to bomb the streets all day long like they have 2,580,000 yuan.

He shouts about the freedom of life with a feather on his head, but in fact, he doesn’t even have living expenses after leaving his parents.

People who go to the streets to beg for rice are afraid of being infected with stupidity.

"Secretary Fang, we are passing by, passing by."

Fang Chi grabbed the man by the back of his neck and threw him to the ground. The man fell to the ground and screamed in pain.

"Passing by?"

"A passer-by is coming to the yard? In that case, break your legs and crawl out!"

Everyone:…………

Why is Fu Xiting as famous as a ghost in the capital?

Everyone in the capital knows this.

When Fu Xiting first entered the shopping mall in his early years, there were many rich ladies from wealthy families in the capital who wanted to use their family connections to get this man into their pocket. After all, a down-and-out rich man was worthless.

Some people want to crush him, or they want to see what it would be like for this man on the top of the mountain to fall off the altar.

So, he used some tricks to send a woman to his side.

Fu Xiting was not in a hurry. He sat firmly on the chair and had someone wipe him. After he was done, he lifted the woman's chin and asked her, "What do you want to do?"

The voluptuous and graceful woman hooked Fu Xiting's neck and breathed out, and the smell of rouge and powder entered Fu Xiting's breath: "I want to sleep with you."

It stands to reason that an old flower should be disgusted when meeting such a woman and wish to push her away immediately, but Fu Xiting did not do that that day. Instead, he put his arms around the woman's waist and spoke to her in a seductive voice:

"It's not impossible to let you | sleep. Tell me the true story and results. I will satisfy your request."

"Seriously?" The woman tilted her head and looked at him with disbelief.

Fu Xiting nodded: "I never lie to a woman, let alone a beautiful woman like you."

So the woman told Fu Xiting everything about the incident, including who bribed her and what medicine and wine she took?

To whom?

Who to seduce?

They all said it in one breath.

She originally thought that after telling Fu Xiting everything, she would be able to enjoy the gentle treatment of these high mountain flowers as she wished.

Little did I know.

In just one second, the hand that fell on her waist was raised and fell on her neck. The man grabbed her neck and stood up from the chair, glaring at her like the King of Hell: "You want to taint me? You

Is it worthy?"

On the other side of the surveillance, these young men from wealthy families watched Fu Xiting forcibly send this woman to the intensive care unit.

From then on, there was a story circulating in the capital. Although Fu Xiting was born in a wealthy family, he still had a lot of gangster attributes and gangster spirit in his heart.

That’s all?

No, no, no, he took the recording surveillance and used the trick on each name one by one. Only a few of them escaped because their families spent a lot of money to buy them.

Since then, the three words Fu Xiting have been like a curse in the capital.

It can only be viewed from a distance and cannot be played with.

Nowadays, it is impossible not to fear that the old thing will happen again.

In the courtyard, a group of wealthy young men trembled and knelt in a ball at the foot of Fangchi, begging for mercy.

The sounds of begging and begging echoed one after another in the garden, making Fang Chi feel like a heinous criminal who came specifically to bully children.

"What are you fussing about? Make a phone call quickly."

"Either call your parents to pick me up, or call the police and get a sentence. It's your choice."

Undoubtedly, no one with any brain would choose the first option.

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When Jiang Yi entered the company, everyone who had not yet got off work was surprised when they saw Mr. Fu.

On this day, Fu Xiting was wearing a white shirt and a khaki windbreaker, which echoed the cheongsam worn by Jiang Yi and seemed to complement each other beautifully.

Everyone in the wealthy families in the capital knows about the relationship between Fu Xiting and Jiang Yi.

But no one is sure.

Now, when people in the company saw a man who only existed in TV news, they were so surprised that they were speechless for a moment.

The person who can feel everything the most is Wen Sirui.

When she brought the tea in, she saw Fu Xiting sitting next to Jiang Yi, taking off his windbreaker and covering her legs.

Gentle palms wandered between her wrists.

When she handed the water glass to Mr. Fu, she heard the man ask her in a low voice if she was cold.

Jiang Yi slowly shook his head.

The man seemed to have calmed down and looked at Wen Sirui: "Is Si Han here?"

Wen Sirui was surprised: "Yes."

"Let him go down and deal with the problem. If he can't deal with it, he won't come tomorrow."

This was the first time Wen Sirui and Fu Xiting met face to face.

After meeting Fu Xiting, she didn't believe the rumors.

Cold-blooded?

How can a man who can be kind and considerate to women turn out to be cold-blooded and ruthless?

Those who say he is ruthless simply do not get his warmth.

In 2010, this was Wen Sirui's first impression of Fu Xiting.

What Fu Xiting didn't know was that this seemingly inconspicuous girl would participate in a very long journey in his subsequent life.

Jiang Yi stood up with the cup in hand and went to the desk.

Fu Xiting sat on the sofa and handled official duties. Downstairs, Fang Chi and Si Han dealt with the brainless second generation ancestors.

The husband and wife were silent and busy on their own.

"Wen Zhu, what is the relationship between Fu Dong and Mr. Jiang?"

There were busybodies in Wen Sirui's office who stuck their heads out to gossip.

Wen Sirui looked at her without changing his expression and told the truth directly: "It's a legal relationship between husband and wife. Go tell the people downstairs and don't talk about the leader's private life."

In the evening of that day, there was a big explosion in the company.

The reason for the stir-up is simply because of the leader's husband.

Soon after, many people in the outside world relied on the rumors in Jiang Fu's company.

In today's society, as long as you have a computer, you can check out all the information on the Internet, so the group of people in the company gathered around the computer and looked through all the wedding photos of Jiang Yi and Fu Xiting, as well as the scene of their wedding.

came out.

Castle wedding, unique wedding dress.

They all became the object of exclamation from everyone.

In early April 2010, Jiang Yi clearly felt that Fu Xiting's presence was higher than usual.

For example, take her to and from get off work.

For another example, let’s have dinner together at noon.

On April 7th, when Jiang Yi arrived at the company in the morning, Wen Sirui hurriedly greeted him: "Zhao Ying's father is waiting for you in the reception room."

Jiang Yi was stunned: "Zhao Zhen?"

Wen Sirui's face turned ugly: "Yes."

Jiang Yi said politely: "Go and make a cup of white tea. The tea cup should be soaked with thick green tea first. There is no need to clear it."

Wen Sirui always followed Jiang Yi's orders. Although she didn't understand why she did so, since Jiang Yi said it, it must make sense.

When she pushed the door open and walked in, she saw Zhao Zhen standing on the sofa in the reception room, observing his colleagues in the office area below.

Standing with his hands behind his back, he seemed to be looking over his own country.

Jiang Yi stood at the door, staring at him with cold eyes, thinking of all the injustices in his previous life.

The fingertips that fell beside him curled up tightly.

"Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Zhen looked away from the office area downstairs.

He slowly turned around and looked at Jiang Yi who was standing behind him.

"Mrs. Fu, long time no see."

Jiang Yi touched her lips slightly: "It's been a long time."

"Mr. Zhao, why are you here today?" Jiang Yixing walked to the sofa in the living room and looked at Zhao Zhen with gentle eyes.

"I want to talk to Judge Jiang," Zhao Zhen said. Judge Jiang was undoubtedly telling Jiang Yi nakedly that he was here today because of Zhao Ying's affairs.

Jiang Yi leaned on the sofa, her shoulder-length hair hanging behind your head.

The posture of leaning back on the sofa was a little leisurely. For a moment, Zhao Zhen seemed to see the figure of someone in her.

The familiarity of that figure made him a little stunned.

It was something he didn't dare to think about.

"Pan Jiang seems to have unwarranted hostility towards us."

Zhao Zhen got straight to the point.

He carefully recalled what happened during this period, starting from not being able to enter the wedding venue, to the case where Jiang Yi robbed Zhao Ying.

The occurrence of this series of things is not simple.

"I don't understand what Mr. Zhao is talking about."

Jiang is trying to sell things off.

Zhao Zhen sat opposite and looked at Jiang Yi's posture. In a certain way, Jiang Yi represented Fu Xiting.

Normally, his methods would have been used long ago, but at this moment, he was facing not only Jiang Yi and the Jiang family, but also Fu Xiting behind her.

"If Zhao Ying did anything to offend Judge Jiang, we can apologize."

Zhao Zhen thought that this sentence was extremely sincere.

After all, he came today to apologize.

"Since Mr. Zhao is so sincere, I will say it bluntly. Some things cannot be solved by apologizing."

"you----."

A knock at the door interrupted Zhao Zhen. Wen Sirui came in with a tea tray and placed two cups of tea in front of the two of them: "Hangzhou white tea, Mr. Zhao, use it with caution."

Jiang Yi glanced at the tea cup in front of him, picked up the cup and took a sip of tea.

"President Jiang might as well say it straight."

Jiang Yi slightly raised his lips: "Mr. Zhao, did you ask Judge Zhao about the causes and consequences before coming here today?"

"The causes and consequences described by outsiders are not worthy of belief. I come today sincerely to shake hands and make peace with Judge Jiang."

The implication is that no matter what Zhao Ying did, he came today to apologize.

Jiang Yi cleared his throat and slowly opened his lips: "Not everything in this world can be settled by shaking hands."

Zhao Zhen was stunned.

It's not like he never went to see Jiang Ze, but Jiang Ze's response was simple and rude.

Jiang Yi is now Mrs. Fu, not the daughter of the Jiang family.

The identity in this is the same as the identity of a wealthy family in ancient times who married into the palace and became a queen.

Jiang Ze didn't have the ability to say anything.

That's why today's incident of him visiting in person happened.

Zhao Zhen's joints holding the cup tightened slightly: "The Zhao family and the Jiang family are also allies in a certain relationship. Judge Jiang will not only look at the monk's face, but also the Buddha's face."

"In this circle in the capital, big things are said to be small and small things are not small. Good things don't go out and bad things spread thousands of miles. If the yin and yang of this situation is not handled well, many people will be implicated. I believe Miss Jiang doesn't want to see that situation, right?"

Zhao Zhen's operation of being polite first and then attacking made Jiang Yi burst into laughter.

Warning instead of trying to persuade peace?

Do you want him to understand the situation and retreat when he sees difficulties?

It's simply a fantasy.

He said the word "Miss Jiang" so seriously, wasn't he just warning him?

Implicated?

Jiang Yizai knew it.

Jiang Ze must have contributed to this matter, even if he is not the beneficiary, he is still an accomplice.

On the surface, he has nothing to do with Zhao Zhen, but in fact, they are all the same thing.

Faced with such a scene, let her take the overall situation into consideration?

When did she, Jiang Yi, have such a bodhisattva-like heart?

"Mr. Zhao is warning me?"

Zhao Zhen corrected her wording: "It's to inform the situation."

"Whose situation is it? The Zhao family's? Or the Jiang family's? Or mine?"

Jiang Yi asked.

Without waiting for Zhao Zhen's answer, she added: "What if it's from the Zhao family? What does it have to do with me? If it's from the Jiang family, how much affection do you think a daughter who was sent out for marriage would have towards the family? Myself?"

She sneered: "Mr. Zhao, do you think my situation is worrying?"

Zhao Zhen's face suddenly turned gloomy.

He stared at Jiang Yi with a somewhat unbreakable coldness.

Thoughts surged in my heart.

Jiang Yi has reason to believe that if Fu Xiting hadn't been there to back her up, Zhao Zhen would have killed her thousands of times.

"Ms. Jiang would like to thank herself for marrying a good man."

Jiang Yi's contemptuous laughter came out. She first glanced down at the tea cup in her hand, and slowly tapped her long nails on the cup.

"Mr. Zhao's words are just like a dog trying to confuse a mouse."

Mind your own business.

"Wenzhu, see the guests off."

When Jiang Yi's call sounded from the reception room, Wen Sirui pushed the door open and entered.

Looking at Zhao Zhen sitting on the sofa, he stretched out his hand and said please.

Zhao Zhen stood up with a cold hum and looked down at Jiang Yi sitting on the sofa: "I hope Miss Jiang will not regret what she did today."

"Mr. Zhao, walk slowly."

"I would also like to advise Mr. Zhao that if you walk too much at night, you will always encounter ghosts."

Zhao Zhen turned around fiercely and when he walked to the door, he felt a little dizzy for no reason.

When I walked to the door, I felt that my steps were a little shaky and my body was a little wobbly.

I obviously feel top-heavy and a little unsteady on my feet.

But due to the fact that he was standing on Jiang Yi's territory at this time, the pride in his bones did not allow him to show any strangeness at this time.

When he reached the stairs, Zhao Zhen's feet gave way and he fell down.

Fell from the second floor.

The entire office area watched in shock as this middle-aged man rolled down from the second floor.

(End of chapter)