Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 247 248: I, Fu Xiting’s woman, have your turn to make irresponsible remarks (8000)

Everyone in this circle is a top expert.

There are not many people with really clean hands and feet.

Who doesn’t have something in his hand? Anyone who doesn’t have something can’t stand in this position.

What’s disgusting about this is that some people admit that their hands and feet are dirty, while others try to use all kinds of fancy words to turn their filthiness into great works.

It seems that in this way they can leave their name in this world through the ages and let future generations sing their praises.

Mr. Zhao often heard of Fu Xiting's name, and he only knew that this man had a high halberd and was very capable.

But this was the first time I had a confrontation with this man. Along the way to Yu Garden, I saw the layout of the surrounding mountains and forests, and I knew that Fu Xiting was also a sinful person.

The jade belt is wrapped around the waist, and the river or road is in a circle, semicircle or arc shape surrounding the house or building. Feng Shui is also called "belt water" or "shungong water". It is like the belt of an ancient high-ranking official, and the house,

The building is surrounded by emotions, so those who live in it are either noble or wealthy. Most of them will have successful careers, prosperous wealth, and accumulate wealth.

If Shen Ruo Xiangyang would not believe these evil things, but since he did, it proves that Fu Xiting is not a clean person.

The old man tightened his jaw and looked up at the person in front of him: "How much better can Mr. Fu be?"

Fu Xiting's slender fingertips fell on his knees, tapping up and down: "Those who gain the Tao practice the Tao, and those who benefit gain from the benefits. Whether it is the former or the latter, everyone generously acknowledges what they have gained.

and the things you want, but only when you come to Mr. Zhao, you want to achieve the Tao but do not practice the Tao, while you work hard to get the things you want,

On the one hand, you stand on the moral high ground and attack those things you want."

"Junior, I would like to say something unpleasant here today. A human being is a human being, and a ghost is a ghost. Don't be a human being who wants to be a ghost, or a ghost who wants to be a human being."

Fu Xiting's words are no different from a blunt insult that he is not a thing.

With a bang, the teacup in front of Mr. Zhao broke into pieces and blossomed on the ground.

He stood up with a cane and glared at Fu Xiting with wide eyes: "Young boy with a yellow mouth."

Mr. Zhao was so angry that his whole body was shaking.

Seeing this, the old housekeeper on the side wanted to step over, but was stopped by Fang Chi.

The old housekeeper stretched out his hand to push Fang Chi away, but Fang Chi grabbed his wrist and stood there unable to move.

"When your father was here, you had to call me "Old Zhao" respectfully and politely. What do you think you are? You used chicken feathers as arrows. Do you really think that you are superior to others because you stand in a high position? You are full of copper stench.

How dare a kid scream in front of me?"

Mr. Zhao's hand pointed at Fu Xiting was shaking, and his muscles all tightened with anger.

Where is Fu Xiting? He is still leaning on the sofa contentedly, looking at the angry old man. His leisurely and comfortable attitude is in sharp contrast to his raging anger.

The man was not in a hurry and reached out to pull out a document bag from under the coffee table in the reception room.

He raised his chin and said, "Mr. Zhao might as well take a look."

Mr. Zhao looked at the document bag on the table and then at Fu Xiting.

Putting the crutch aside, he reached for the document bag and opened the card.

Fu Xiting, on the other hand, picked up the almost cold cup of tea on the table and sipped it slowly.

"Mr. Zhao prides himself on being a clean-blooded generation who serves the country and the people with integrity and integrity and does not collude with others. Little does he know that his son's hands are stained with the smell of copper. If I were Mr. Zhao, I would definitely feel that I have lost all face. You guys

The father and son are really making people laugh at how generous they are. The son came to Fu and begged humbly. The father came to Fu and glared at her.

I got so angry that all the red and white faces were used up by your Zhao family. In my lover’s words, with such big faces, didn’t Pacific Ocean give you a stall when you were born?”

"Touch my wife? Zhao is very old and has good skills. Fu Mou is the first to make ugly remarks today. If my wife is harmed in the slightest, the Zhao family is waiting to perish!"

This is a warning.

Mr. Zhao suddenly remembered what his friends said to him.

One day, my friend was traveling in a different place, and the two of them had a long chat in the small courtyard where he was recuperating.

After a few glasses of sake, we talked about the situation in the capital.

Mentioning Fu Xiting, a friend said: "The face of a Bodhisattva and the methods of thunder."

"I walked over the corpse without any blood on it."

The rise of a commercial overlord is never completed in one day. In addition to his means, Fu Xiting also has the tolerance to endure all the difficulties in the world. Otherwise, why would he rise in a short period of time?

Your career has been booming for so many years without any downturn?

Fu Xiting looked at Mr. Zhao's ugly face. The man holding the cup was leaning on the sofa. It was obviously an ordinary cup of tea, but he tasted it like 82-year-old tea.

"Send Mr. Zhao off."

Fu Xiting looked at the time, it was nine-thirty. If Jiang Yi had nothing to do, he would usually go to bed at this time, and then go to bed and read a book.

The person in front of him was really not worth his time.

"Since Mr. Fu claims to have a clear conscience, I would like to ask whether Mrs. Fu did what happened to Zhao Zhen."

Fu Xiting did not respond to Mr. Zhao's words. He glanced at Fang Chi, who came over and handed him a USB flash drive.

"Mr. Zhao, who did it? The police will give you the answer, please."

That evening, the old man returned to Zhao's house.

Seeing Bu Si in the living room, he asked a few questions about Zhao Zhen's current situation.

Bu Sijun answered one by one, leaving no clue at all.

"You've been exhausted lately. Go to bed early."

The old man said a few polite words and was about to turn around and leave.

Bu Si called him out: "Dad, you went to see Jiang Yi today? How about it?"

"Didn't see it."

Bu Si:

Yuyuan.

When Fu Xiting entered the bedroom with a tea cup, he happened to see Jiang Yi coming out of the bathroom after taking a bath.

Since I didn't bring my pajamas when I went in, I came out wrapped in a bath towel.

The woman had wet hair and was standing in the bedroom with her bare feet wrapped in a bath towel. She was all pink and tender from having just taken a hot bath.

No matter which angle you look at it, it's delicious.

You will definitely be able to get juice out of it when you take a bite.

Seeing Jiang Yi like this, Fu Xiting felt his tailbone go numb.

He is not a person with overflowing desires.

But she is definitely not Liu Xiahui.

When he met Jiang Yi, he had taken women to and from various occasions.

But Jiang Yi is the only serious woman.

The only woman he brought back and took to bed was Jiang Yi.

He never denied Jiang Yi's charm, no matter she was Jiang Yi or Jiang Fu.

All the same.

Fu Xiting's tail vertebrae felt densely packed and crawling up inch by inch.

Staring at Jiang Yi was like a wild wolf staring at a little white rabbit, and this little white rabbit was still a skinned little white rabbit.

Drooling?

Probably so!

Jiang Yi's scalp went numb when Fu Xiting saw him: "Is the conversation over?"

She tried to use words to ease the weirdness of it.

Fu Xiting picked up the cup, took a sip of tea calmly, and expressed his gratitude.

"Give way, I'll get some clothes," Jiang Yi wanted to go around Fu Xiting to enter the cloakroom.

The corners of Fu Xiting's lips raised slightly, and his tone sounded a bit like an old man: "Go!"

Jiang Yi thought that Fu Xiting was a kind-hearted person, but when he walked around, he realized that he was a kind-hearted person.

This bitch man just waited for her to go into the cloakroom and take off her clothes so that he could start.

When Jiang Yi was pushed down on the closet door, the hairs all over her body started to rise.

"Baby, I have to go now. I can't help it. You have to accompany me to see the men's department tomorrow," the man kissed her thin lips, and the two of them were almost touching each other.

No, no, it should be said that Jiang Yi was crushed unilaterally.

The latter, as if he didn't want him to succeed, reached out and pushed him away: "Mr. Fu, excessive indulgence will also make you go to the men's department. Shouldn't men cherish themselves?"

Jiang Yi followed his words and Fu Xiting laughed loudly: "Both of them are seeing men's departments, so... I'm drunk now."

…………

When Jiang Yi came back from his sinking state, the sound of running water in the bedroom continued one after another.

She was half lying on the bed, and before she could turn over, Fu Xiting came out with a hot towel.

"Case."

She turned over with difficulty, rubbing herself like a caterpillar, which made the man smile for a while: "Like a caterpillar."

Jiang Yi glared at him angrily: "Isn't it because of you?"

"My fault, be good," when the man's lips fell on her cheek, Jiang Yi felt sparks and lightning in her head, directly hitting her heart.

It's a strange feeling of accepting and acknowledging the relationship.

She never thought that her relationship with Fu Xiting would become like this.

From the suspicion and suspicion at the beginning, to now moving inwards.

The current situation was something they did not expect at the beginning.

The relationship between her and Fu Xiting is no longer a simple one. Perhaps she is not as tough now.

It’s hard to be stubborn if you don’t love.

Facing a man who does everything he says and does what he says, it's hard not to get lost in this relationship.

Jiang Yi didn't think he could escape something that no ordinary person could escape.

What's more, the man in front of me has the face of an angel and a superb quotient.

Love is something that makes people lose their way inch by inch, and destroys their bottom line inch by inch.

Then re-establish a bottom line that includes the other party.

Jiang Yi buried her cheek in the pillow and moved the warm towel over her body. From the shame at the beginning to the calm acceptance now, it proves that this relationship has progressed invisibly.

"Sleep first, I'll take a shower,"

The man kissed her hair, his gentle and low tone was slightly bewitching.

Jiang Yi was lying flat on the bed, looking at the white ceiling, and was about to empty his mind for a meeting with Zhou Gong.

The sound of a text message coming in interrupted her thoughts: "What you want has been sent to your email."

"The things in his mailbox are indeed not very clean, but there are many things that cannot be discussed tomorrow."

Jiang Yi looked at the content of the text message on his mobile phone and typed out two words: face-to-face chat.

Just when Jiang Yi was about to put down his phone, the call came in. After looking at the overseas call, Jiang Yi had a vague feeling in his heart.

But he still reached out to pick it up. When silence spread on the other side of the phone, Jiang Yi chose to speak in advance.

"If you have anything to say, just say it."

"How are you lately?" On the other side, Lin Jingzhou's voice was hoarse, as if he had not drank water for many days.

A sense of familiarity arises spontaneously.

There may not be many people in the capital city who go without water for many days, but in other countries this situation is really obvious.

When she heard Lin Jingzhou's voice, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Not only out of concern, but also because he wanted to get a definite answer, Jiang Yi chose to ask: "Where are you?"

"In the place where we once narrowly escaped death together, Jiang Yi, do you know? I stood here walking from the street to the end. What appeared in front of me was not the people coming and going in this country, but the two of us who had been together.

Pictures of walking down the street.”

"I have been here more than once when I learned that you passed away. My intuition tells me that you are not a person who bows his head so easily and would not choose to die in such obscurity."

"Lin Jingzhou," Jiang Yi interrupted his fantasy.

The voice that spoke was somewhat angry.

"I don't want to hear that you are sad about spring and autumn. That is already a thing of the past."

"For you, it is the past tense, but for me, it is not." He could not forget the past as easily as Jiang Yi. A person who had actually existed in his life, a person who had not died,

How could he forget? How could he forget?

"What you do will not change anything except making you feel better inside."

"I hope you understand," Jiang Yi finished and was about to hang up the phone.

On the other side, Lin Jingzhou said in an urgent tone: "Let's meet! Zhao Zhen secretly established a foundry abroad to reap the profits, and secretly had illegal transactions with others. I have obtained the evidence."

Jiang Yi:…………

Before Jiang Yi had time to respond, the sound of water flowing in the bathroom stopped.

"time,"

"I'll go back to the capital the day after tomorrow, to the tennis courts in the suburbs of Beijing."

Jiang Yi listened to the message and hung up the phone.

When Fu Xiting came out of the bathroom, he saw Jiang Yi pulling back the quilt and sliding it down.

"Can't sleep?"

"Waiting for you," he said casually.

Whenever there is no need to pay for words, Jiang Yi is more willing to say nice things. After all - who doesn't love sweet words!

Obviously, this trick worked very well for Fu Xiting. The man laughed, lifted the quilt on one side and pulled him into his arms.

Compared with others, the price paid for sweet words is very small. But for Fu Xiting, Jiang Yi soon witnessed it.

Every sweet word she says against her will will come at its due price.

The next day, Jiang Yi entered the company and Wen Sirui handed over the documents.

"The documents from your brother's company were sent over yesterday."

Jiang Yi hummed: "You can make arrangements for the dinner party tonight."

"People from the company?"

"Well, people from the company."

"good."

In the evening, Jiang Yi informed Fu Xiting that he would have dinner with his colleagues as it was getting close to get off work time.

Fu Xiting was slightly unhappy: "Dinner party? Why didn't I listen to you yesterday?"

"It was decided temporarily," Jiang Yi vaguely heard the displeasure in Fu Xiting's tone, and his words became a little softer.

"A minute ago, I promoted tonight's entertainment."

When Fu Xiting said this, Guan Qing was still standing in front of him. The man who had just reported the itinerary was holding something, and he didn't know whether to go out or not.

Jiang Yi pondered for a while and frantically considered in his mind how to speak to Fu Xiting, so the man thought of a compromise: "Together?"

——

Jiang Yi may be a good hand at other things, but not necessarily when it comes to coaxing men.

In her previous life, she and Lin Jingzhou never had any compromises. Most of the time, she controlled the field. She still remembered one time in Melbourne when the two had a disagreement. Jiang Yi turned around and left, bought a plane ticket to return to China, and left Lin Jingzhou alone.

It's raining on the streets of Melbourne.

It was probably after that time that Lin Jingzhou learned about her temper. Whenever there was a hint of quarrel between the two of them, he would be the one to keep low and be the weak one, and he would be the one to give in.

The difference between Fu Xiting and Lin Jingzhou is that this person will go online.

If he allows you or accommodates you, it depends on the situation.

A man who is determined will slowly bring you to his home court and train you to become the kind of person he wants.

When Fu Xiting heard what Jiang Yi said, he raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, feeling that his head hurt.

He seemed not to have expected Jiang Yi to come with this answer.

Go together?

The group of people in Jiang Yi's company are not the type who can sit shoulder to shoulder with him in terms of knowledge, experience, and conditions.

Not to mention this, let's just say that he is not a noisy person, so naturally he can't bear to be approached by a group of young people and let these people ask him questions and make noises.

Or, look at yourself silently and look at yourself in various ways.

Neither of these two is what Fu Xiting wants.

He sighed: "That's all, go ahead!"

The corners of Jiang Yi's lips curled into a slight smile, and the joy of success spread across his face: "Aren't you going?"

"Yes," Fu Xiting hung up the phone reluctantly, not wanting to talk.

"As for the entertainment arrangements," the man glanced at Guan Qing, who was standing in front of him, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

Guan Qing nodded, indicating that he understood.

I thought to myself that only Mr. Fu, who was abandoned by his wife, could seriously pursue his career.

That evening, Wen Sirui found an open-air barbecue bar next to the company. On a breezy April day and night, sitting on the rooftop and dining felt like a late-night chat.

Furthermore, with strong hands-on barbecue skills, everyone will not be embarrassed when sitting at the table facing the leader.

Jiang Yi was sitting on the balcony, looking at his colleagues not far away, thinking about himself in his previous life.

Such gatherings are not uncommon, but the atmosphere is very different from today.

If she were still Jiang Fu, where would she be now?

"Where are you going?" Si Han had just walked over with a cup when he saw Jiang Fu getting up and preparing to leave.

Jiang Fu glanced at him leisurely: "Bathroom."

The street where the company is located is called a cultural district by locals in the capital. What does this mean?

There are probably various art galleries, concert halls, and high-end French and Italian restaurants on this street. From the street to the end of the street, they all have a literary and artistic style of Paris, France in the 1990s.

And the people walking here have a kind of pure awe for this street. They don't make loud noises. They even talk softly when walking.

Jiang Yi came down from the balcony on the second floor and happened to bump into someone when he turned a corner.

The two looked at each other, somewhat hostile.

Wu Mei looked Jiang Yi up and down: "What a coincidence, I can meet Mrs. Fu here."

Jiang Yi nodded: "It's quite a coincidence."

"Mrs. Lin is also dining here?" Jiang Yi's polite words contained a hint of indifference.

"Mrs. Fu alone?" Wu Mei looked away from behind Jiang Yi and chatted with Jiang Yi without answering the question.

polite?

Not really.

polite?

Of course there is no such thing.

How could Jiang Yi not see Wu Mei's contempt?

And she herself is not a good person.

The two men spoke almost simultaneously, a few seconds apart.

And silence ensued.

In the restaurant aisle, there was faint French music coming from the restaurant.

Jiang Yi frowned, but he was not in a hurry to break the stiffness. Instead, he smoked a cigarette, put his hands together and lit it.

The scene where Jiang Yi lowered her eyebrows and put her hands together to light a cigarette reminded Wu Mei of an old friend.

And this old friend————.

"Mrs. Fu looks very much like an old friend I know."

Jiang Yi raised his hand and took a puff of cigarette, and his tone sounded like a bird: "Jiang Fu?"

Then, he chuckled: "Mrs. Lin, I'm very curious, do those who think I am Jiang Fu do it because they can't forget this dead person or because they have a guilty conscience?"

This was not the first time Wu Mei recognized her as Jiang Fu.

And this is not the first time Jiang Yi has ridiculed her.

No matter which one it is, it proves the bad relationship between them. For a person who killed herself, she really wasted her emotions to give them half face.

"Having a guilty conscience or never forgetting, which one does Mrs. Fu want to hear?"

Wu Mei didn't have a good reputation towards Jiang Yi. She probably felt that Lin Jingzhou would have something to do with her if he left the capital and went abroad.

There is a bit of mutual dissatisfaction among them.

Jiang Yi lit up the cigarette ashes in the air, and she stood in the wind. When the cigarette ashes fell, the wind blew them onto her expensive black suit.

Wu Mei usually looks low-key and doesn't have any logos on her body, but Jiang Yi knows that her requirements for life are so demanding that they are almost perverted, while Lin Jingzhou has always thought that his mother is simple and unpretentious, and she doesn't like to be with him.

A virtuous and caring mother who is compared to others.

How could a virtuous mother order a custom-made dress costing more than ten or two hundred thousand yuan?

Those so-called simplicity is nothing more than a lie.

What outsiders see is only what she wants you to see.

The inside of Wu Mei is completely different from the outside. This is the experience gained from the many back-and-forth confrontations between her and Wu Mei.

Wu Mei lowered her eyes and glanced at the hem of her skirt that was stained with ashes, her face slightly gloomy.

Jiang Yi, on the other hand, actually didn't see it and scoffed disdainfully: "I don't want to hear anything."

Any expensive object becomes somewhat dirty once it is stained with ashes.

Whether you want it or not.

"Dr. Fu is calm and restrained, gentle and reserved, and has the same demeanor as everyone else. Does Miss Jiang think she is worthy of the position of Mrs. Fu?"

Jiang Yi smiled. It had been nearly a year since her marriage to Fu Xiting, and she had heard all kinds of sarcastic remarks. This was the first time she heard someone ask whether she was worthy of this position.

A girl in her twenties, a sister in her thirties, and now even an aunt in her fifties and sixties are here. They all have different ways of asking questions.

The smile on Jiang Yi's face suddenly appeared: "Then you come?"

Aren't you saying that I'm not worthy? You have to be worthy to feel how Fu Xiting, a sinister and evil-minded person like a bee's nest, tortures people.

She couldn't ask for it.

"Pfft——," a sudden laugh came from behind Jiang Yi.

Turning around, the man holding the cigarette raised his hands and said, "I didn't mean to eavesdrop. This is a shared passage."

He was anxious to clear up the relationship and pointed behind him again.

When Jiang Yi saw the person behind him, his hand holding the cigarette shook.

On this day, not only Jiang Yi was here, but also Dongting Group's entertainment was here. Fu Xiting traveled around the business world, at home and abroad, and this man looked like a business elite, giving people a sense of calmness and reliability.

I have quite a few friends in the mall.

When Jiang Yi saw someone here today, he only wanted to say two words: Bad luck!

Fu Xiting stood behind her with one hand in his pocket, his thin lips pursed tightly, and his faint gaze seemed to want to kill her.

Looking at her coldly

The ashes of the cigarette in Jiang Yi's hand would not fall off.

More than once, Fu Xiting heard his friends mention Jiang Yi's comments when he was insulting others.

It's similar to, let it be given to you, you take it away, then you come, if you have the ability, you can do it, etc., and the object she was describing when she said these words was not an object, but a living person.

A husband who legally belongs only to her, her belongings, her belongings.

It became a tradable item in her heart and mouth.

Heartbroken?

Probably so!

But at this moment, with many subordinates and partners behind him, Fu Xiting would not let outsiders laugh even if he was angry.

In his heart, Jiang Yi is his wife.

His wife's face is his own face.

Fu Xiting stared at Jiang Yi and stepped forward slowly. When Jiang Yi was holding the cigarette that he had hidden somewhere for a while and was about to throw it away, one big hand held her hand hanging by her side, and the other

He reached out and took the cigarette from her fingertips and threw it into the trash can.

Fu Xiting is not a kind person.

Both Lin Han and Wu Mei knew it.

She once watched helplessly as Fu Xiting threw the woman who was brought to him by others.

I also watched the former vice president of Dongting kneel and beg in the rain, while this man sat in the car like a god looking down on all living beings, controlling the life and death of others with every gesture.

Now, she saw the man reaching out to take the cigarette from her lover's hand, and then his cold eyes fell on her, with a slight threat: "Mrs. Lin, do you think my lover is worthy of this position?"

I love people.

Worthy or not.

Just these six words are enough to make Wu's eyebrows tremble.

But after all, he comes from a wealthy family.

Not wanting to appear too incompetent, I faced Fu Xiting with fear.

"When did I, Fu Xiting's woman, get to have someone else's turn to make irresponsible remarks? Or does Mrs. Lin think her family is happy and her life is perfect, and her life is successful enough to be someone else's life mentor? Just look in the mirror and take a look in the mirror?

Or have you used all the rouge, gouache, skin care products and cosmetics you use every day to blind your eyes? Do you want me to have someone wash it for you? I’m afraid Mrs. Lin is not Aristotle’s second aunt, right? Jenny Masto.”

Puff————The man who just held the cigarette couldn’t hold back anymore and laughed out loud.

Breaking the awkwardness of being there.

The vice-presidents in the East Courtyard tried to dissuade him but did not dare to do so.

I want to persuade him because although Wu Mei is nothing, Lin Han is still a character.

I don’t want to dissuade you because everyone has been having a hard time lately, and I don’t know how this little lady has offended Director Fu recently.

The daily atmosphere of Dongting Group is simply filled with gloom, and Director Fu's office is comparable to the interrogation hall of King Yama.

If you go in, you won't be able to get out.

Obviously, Director Fu is planning the Zhao family recently. It stands to reason that when a woman sees a man supporting her, not to mention being happy and grateful, she should at least be a little grateful!

If you say a few more nice words to make the man happy, things will be easier to handle, but this little lady - she doesn't take the usual path.

Fu Dong's face is like Tian'er at the foot of Changbai Mountain, changing every second.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them.

Choose silence.

Sacrifice Wu Mei to fulfill themselves, this kind of thing is not impossible.

"It's just a casual chat among women, why does Mr. Fu have to go online like this?

Fu Xiting held Jiang Yi's hand a little tighter, with a cold face and a somewhat threatening tone: "If you are upright, you will not do what you are told. If you are not upright, even if you do not follow orders, take care of yourself."

After saying that, Fu Xiting took Jiang Yi's hand and left the stairs.

The long strides made Jiang Yi stagger a little.

When he reacted, Fu Xiting had already thrown him into the car.

When a bang sounded in her ears, she trembled in fright.

Then Fang Chi, who was in the car, was playing Snake on his mobile phone. The sound of the door opening unexpectedly made him hit his head against the wall, and the game was over.

Fang Chi sat in the driver's seat with his mobile phone and looked at Jiang Yi through the rearview mirror.

At this time, Fu Xiting was already very angry. Seeing Fang Chi motionless like a dumbfounded duck, he kicked the backrest angrily: "Get off."

Fang Chi didn't dare to delay. He quickly opened the car door and almost rolled out.

If Guan Qing were here, he would definitely not get out of the car at this time. Seeing that his boss was in a bad mood, and there was the CEO of the partner behind him, wouldn't it be embarrassing for the boss to get off the car now?

But Fang Chi does not have such a high level of ideological awareness.

After all, he is a military commander.

Fu Xiting was already furious, but now he saw Fang Chi acting like a fool, and his head was twitching with anger.

He pressed down the window and looked at Fang Chi, who had just gotten off the car, and yelled angrily: "Get in here."

Fang Chi:…………

Jiang Yi knew clearly that Fu Xiting had been very bad-tempered recently, like an aunt who visited the woman ten times or eight times a month. He should have been a coward at this moment, but he felt that Fang Chi, this fool, was really pitiful.

He opened his mouth and said, "Why are you angry with him?"

Fu Xiting was furious that day.

The anger in his head was rising. How could he not vent his anger on Jiang Yi?

If you say she is heartless, she will care about Fang Chi.

If you say she has heart and lungs, she can't see her own emotions at all.

Fu Xiting's heart was filled with fire. The fire that was ignited in his gentle face was particularly frightening. His red eyes were like a furious lion. He reached out and threw the tie on Jiang Yi, and glared at her with his red eyes pressed down: "I'm going to vent your anger on you."

, do you care?”

Jiang Yi looked at Fu Xiting in shock.

She didn't know whether the man's eyes were red because of excessive drinking or because of forbearance.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he ran directly into the whirlpool of the man.

Jiang Yi suddenly felt that he could not look directly into Fu Xiting's eyes.

When she was about to dodge, Fu Xiting's pressing tone followed: "You think I don't know what your recent dodge means?"

"You want to be attached to me, but you don't want to let yourself fall, so you wander back and forth between the pulls. Jiang Yi, you are really a master. You have figured out that I have to be you, so you are on the verge of going crazy again and again.

Stampede.”

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