Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 249 250: Mr. Fu also taught me a lot, right?

eu'd In the study room, Fu Xiting looked at the cat squatting on the desk.

They say pets are like their owners, there is no doubt about this.

Of the two cats at home, Tangyuan is gentler, like an old man over fifty years old. He only eats and sleeps on weekdays. Occasionally he gets up to stretch himself, or runs out for a walk by himself. His aloof demeanor makes people think

It is personal.

But wait a minute, he has a lively temperament, rubs against you from time to time, attracts your attention, and has unlimited energy.

He never thought that one day he would sit at his desk and analyze the cat's personality in detail.

And the source of all this is Jiang Yi.

Before Fu Xiting left the study, the sound of an engine could be heard outside. He stood up and opened the French window of the study. When he walked to the balcony, he saw Jiang Yi getting out of Si Han's car.

The dusk was deep, and in addition to the chirping of insects and birds in the hospital, there was the sound of car engines.

In the night when heaven and earth are about to merge into one, the white on the balcony on the second floor is extremely dazzling.

Si Han turned his head and was about to say good night to Jiang Yi when his eyes touched the people on the balcony. For a moment, all the words seemed to be choked in his throat and turned into silence.

Jiang Yi was wearing a crimson dress that day. The perfect silhouette outlined her slender waist, making her look quite swaying as she walked.

The man stood on the balcony and stared at her, while the woman strolled away in the yard.

The moonlight and street lights have become a foil for the two of them.

This situation reminded him of what his high school teacher said: when a person reaches a certain age, what he needs is calmness. Only calmness can withstand the long years.

Those vigorous and powerful things will definitely make you cramp and skin when broken.

That night, Si Han went home and happened to see Mengyao leaving.

She looked at the silver crowd leaving the yard and felt a little strange: "Did Secretary Meng just leave?"

Si Bai stood at the railing on the second floor wearing a nightgown and responded lightly: "Yes."

"How does it feel to go to work?" Si Bai half-leaned on the railing and looked at Si Han who was pouring water at the bar downstairs.

Si Han took a sip of water: "Not bad."

"What kind of person do you think Jiang Yi is?" Si Bai shook the red wine glass in his hand, slightly curling the corners of his lips, and an organic light flashed through his eyes.

But Si Han was standing downstairs and didn't even see the glint in his brother's eyes.

"Thoughtful and thoughtful. Excellent skills."

Si Bai's low-laughing voice was so ethereal and unreal that he looked at Si Han and said, "Get some rest early."

Si Han looked at Si Bai, and the moment he turned around, he saw the humming marks on his wrist, and this large area of ​​densely packed marks, except for the claws of animals, was that of a woman.

Si Han's eyes fell to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and that figure flashed in his mind.

His brows wrinkled slightly.

When Jiang Yi returned to the villa, Fu Xiting came down before he finished the glass of water. When the man stepped downstairs, he was followed by two cats.

She looked at the person, her eyes resting on the man, and the sentence "It's a long journey" not long ago appeared in her mind.

It caused ripples in her calm chest.

And this ripple cannot calm down for a long time.

Fu Xiting held a cigarette and stopped in front of Jiang Yi, staring at her with eyes like spring water in March, with constant ripples.

Jiang Yi thought carefully about his journey in the first half of his life and who he really relied on.

Lin Jingzhou?

No.

parents?

There were thousands of years ago, and every step of the way after adulthood, I have made my way through one pit after another.

For the past half of her life, she had moved at an extremely fast pace, eager to occupy a place in this big dyeing vat so that she could reach the top.

I was afraid that if I walked too slowly, the wealthy tiger and leopard behind me would catch up.

Only when she arrived in front of Fu Xiting, she suddenly became less panicked.

The eagerness for success in my previous life is being dismantled little by little.

All that is left is a gradually calmer mentality.

Because she knew that Fu Xiting would not harm her or let her become a member of the mass graves.

Jiang Yi's back was covered in cold sweat when Fu Xiting looked at him. He pretended to be calm and put down the cup in his hand, saying in a soft tone, "What's wrong?"

Fu Xiting held a cigarette in one hand and moved it towards her with the other hand: "Come here."

Jiang Yisui was confused, but still followed Fu Xiting's people.

Just as she walked in, the man's gentle palm pressed the back of her head.

A tossing and turning kiss kicked off.

Jiang Yi caught a glimpse of Su Xin who was about to enter the door, and was about to reach out and push her away.

Suxin and her sensibility stopped the servant who was about to come behind her, and hurriedly retreated.

Seeing that Jiang Yi was distracted, Fu Xiting stretched out his hand and patted her butt, with a gentle warning: "Here's some snacks."

Jiang Yi's heart trembled, and Fu Xiting pushed him onto the dining table before his thoughts could return to him.

The two cats circled around her feet and almost stirred her up.

Seeing this, Fu Xiting hooked her waist, his smile was low and a little floating.

The architectural style of Yuyuan Garden came from Fu Xiting. This man only had some yearning for family, so when he designed this house, the living room, dining room and living room were separated. The screen and the upper part were independent spaces, and the screen was opened and merged into one.

He undoubtedly knew this, so he dared to pin Jiang Yi on the dining table.

Under the warm yellow night light are the intertwined shadows of the two people.

Jiang Yi hooked Fu Xiting's neck, and a enchanting voice came softly from his throat: "What do you want to do?"

Fu Xiting's palms wandered around her waist, and his lingering voice whispered in her ears: "Do what Yuewen's father won't let you do."

……..

Two hours later, the gasps in the restaurant gradually stopped. Jiang Yi was held in Fu Xiting's arms. Her hair, which was originally tied up, was now loose and scattered. The man simply reached out and untied her hair.

Fu Xiting hugged Jiang Yi with one hand and took a sip of Jiang Yi's remaining half glass of water with the other hand.

Just as he was about to put the cup down, he saw the person in his arms coughing softly.

He handed the cup to Jiang Yi's lips: "Drink some water."

She was never a person who would wrong herself. No matter who served her, she would accept it graciously and drank the water from Fu Xiting's hand.

Jiang Yi nestled on Fu Xiting's chest, and the scene just now flashed through his mind.

Fu Xiting coaxed her with gentle words, and his heartfelt shouts made her heart flutter.

At her peak, she was trembling like a Gesang flower that was going through a violent storm outside, almost breaking its branches as it swayed in the wind and rain, and the storm happened more than once.

Undoubtedly, Fu Xiting's desire for sex was very strong, so strong that Jiang Yi was a little overwhelmed.

The two were fighting to the death, and she could never win.

"Have you rested?" Jiang Yi's thoughts were interrupted by the man's voice.

Are you ready for rest? This sound frightened her inexplicably.

"What do you want to do?"

The man's voice was intoxicating: "One more time."

Jiang Yi was shocked and struggled to escape from his arms, but Fu Xiting smiled and pressed her back to his chest: "I'm just teasing you."

After a man is full and satisfied, he is in a great mood.

Her arms around Jiang Yi were a little tight.

Returning to the bedroom, Fu Xiting held Jiang Yi's butt with his arms like he was holding a child, and took off the pajamas on the hanger with his other hand.

Send the person to the bathroom door: "Take a shower first."

Helpless, helpless.

Jiang Yi had just occupied the ground and almost carried him down.

Fortunately, Fu Xiting had quick eyesight and quick hands to scoop her up, saving her from close contact with the bathroom floor tiles.

Jiang Yi's heartbeat accelerated, and Fu Xiting was frightened.

"Wash again tomorrow morning?" Although Fu Xiting said this as a question, his move to carry Jiang Yi to the bed was genuine.

Jiang Yi lay on the bed with a sore body, looking at Fu Xiting as if nothing happened, and the anger in his mind started to rise.

He reached for the pillow on the bed and pointed it towards Fu Xiting's face: "I told you I couldn't stand it anymore."

The man reached out and took the pillow into his arms, smiling helplessly.

He leaned over and kissed his hairy wife: "The temptation of the kitchen is too great, I can't resist it."

Jiang Yi reached out and pushed him away, looking impatient.

If Fu Xiting is in a good mood, everything will be good for him.

He stroked Jiang Yi's hair and said, "Wipe it for you."

Not long after, the touch of warm towel came, Jiang Yi lay on the bed and let Fu Xiting take care of him.

Jiang Yi glanced sideways at the time, one thirty-five minutes, two hours exactly.

"Aren't you tired?"

"Not tired," Fu Xiting responded with a smile.

"Why?" Jiang Yi was confused.

"You are weak."

Jiang Yi:......"Is it my fault?"

Fu Xiting put away the cold towel, leaned over and kissed Jiang Yi's ear: "My dear, only the exhausted cows have not plowed the bad land."

Paji, Jiang Yi is on the verge of getting angry.

Fu Xiting kissed her cheek, then turned around and went to the bathroom as if running away.

The next morning.

As soon as Jiang Yicai opened his eyes, he saw Fu Xiting standing in the cloakroom changing clothes.

When she took off her pajamas, the dense scratches on her lower waist came into view. Inexplicably, she felt a little red.

He reached out to lift the quilt and realized himself inside.

By chance, Fu Xiting caught her little move.

He stepped toward Jiang Yi with his upper body naked, peeled the person out of the quilt, took out the person's palm and placed it on his lower back.

"I touched it."

Jiang Yi wanted to take back his hand, but was held tighter: "What are you hiding from?"

The man started teasing her early in the morning and looked at Jiang Yi's red ears with a deep smile on his face.

"Mr. Fu didn't teach me too much, right? When you're done having fun, come to the Queen of Autumn to settle the scores?"

Jiang Yining looked at Fu Xiting, regained his thoughts, and said calmly: "If this is the case, we will eliminate the problem from the root in the future."

Fu Xiting became interested and raised his eyebrows slightly: "How to prevent it?"

"If you don't do it, it will be over."

"Don't do it?" Fu Xiting's tone was light, and his gaze fixed on Jiang Yi was a bit displeased.

Jiang Yi hummed.

Fu Xiting raised his hand, and the quilt fell on her head again.

"Daydreaming."

Jiang Yi hid under the quilt, with a faint smile on his lips, thinking, I can't deal with you anymore.

On one side, the couple's warmth index skyrocketed because of Zhao Zhen's incident, while on the other side, the Zhao family's temperature gradually dropped because of Zhao Zhen's incident.

What was originally a good breakfast accidentally turned into a war.

Zhao Ying didn't know why the old man got the recordings of his mother talking. Those recordings undoubtedly became the culprit.

At the dinner table, the atmosphere is about to reach zero o'clock.

Zhao Ying lowered his head to eat while Bu Si said nothing.

The old man suppressed his anger.

"Sir, there was a call from the hospital, saying that the situation has not improved yet," the housekeeper said while everyone was there.

Bang————The old man slammed the chopsticks in his hand on the table.

"A good family must be broken into pieces and look like a joke. If Zhen'er dies, do you think you can still live the life of a wealthy lady and aristocratic lady? Your luxurious life is all

Who brought it to you? Who earned the silk and satin you wear? Did the luxury car you drive and the mansion you live in all fall from the sky? And you——."

The old man's eyes fell on Zhao Ying: "If your father hadn't made suggestions and paved the way for you, do you think you could be in the position you are now? With your talents and talents, even if you go to carry Jiang Fu's shoes, she will think you are a fool.

Idiot, is there no talent in the Negotiation Institute? No one is better than you.

Is it? It’s because you had a good birth and a good father. Otherwise, who do you think you are? The person who resigned from you a few days ago has now gone to Jiangfu Group. He would rather not work than be in your hands.

Damn it, do you really think you can still be the eldest lady without your father?"

"I hope he dies? Will you feel better if he dies?"

The old man opened his mouth with a scolding, but Bu Si was now frustrated.

She had already tolerated this marriage too much, but now she had found a reasonable and legal breakthrough.

As soon as the old man said this, she directly retorted: "Is there only glory and wealth? Is there nothing else?"

"Go and see which man in the capital who is in a position and has money doesn't mess around? Drinking and socializing, doing favors, what kind of things don't require a woman? Or do you think Zhen'er can not join in with them and treat everyone as dirty?

When you are clear-headed, then you are a different kind. Do you know what the consequences of being a different kind are? Aren’t you all involved in Jiang Fu’s death?”

"If he was willing to side with us and join us in our evil deeds, would she still die?"

The old man stared at his thoughts and spoke word by word. After all, he was old and had retired from a high position. All the armor on his body had long been removed and the sharpness was gone: "You can enjoy the glory and wealth he brought to you.

, and at the same time despise him for being dirty, what do you mean by the words of young people today? He is both responsible and upright."

"There has never been such a good thing in this world as having both cakes and cakes. People are giving and getting at the same time, throwing away their favorite dreams while picking up what they must. Vanity Fair is not a fairy tale world. You think

If you want to get something, you have to give it. If you want to get benefits from others, you have to be prepared to make a fuss. This is the reality."

The old man raised his fingertips and tapped on the table: "Go back and ask your mother who the housekeeper who came into your family a few years ago is. Do you think he is just a housekeeper?"

"No, that was your father's daughter who was raised outside when he was young. But now that he is older and has lost his ability, your father kept her by his side in the name of housekeeper. He has met your father in the circle.

Everyone knows it, and your mother also acquiesced, Bu Si, no one is innocent."

Bu Si's shocked eyes fell on the old man.

She had never heard of these things.

I don’t know the twists and turns in between.

But this is not a reason or an excuse.

Not everyone's life template is the same.

"So? Just because others are unfortunate, should I accept my own misfortune calmly?"

"Just because others don't get it, should I give up the opportunity I have?"

"Everyone has a mistress and everyone goes out to have sex. Is this something worth showing off?"

"Did God follow a template when he created humans? Then should we donate our brains and let people in medical schools use them for research?"

"I cannot agree with your statement."

"I will not accept my own misfortune just because of other people's misfortune. I will not accept my own unhappiness just because other people's lives are unsatisfactory. I am a thoughtful, opinionated and thoughtful person. I will not take the initiative.

Go and kill Zhao Zhen. Don't worry about this. Business is not done with justice. I won't do anything to regret my daughter. But if you dare to bring back Zhao Zhen's woman, I don't guarantee whether I will kill her.

they."

After Bu Si finished speaking, he stood up and left the restaurant.

"Xiao Ying, please say something." Seeing that it was useless to persuade Bu Si, the old man began to cast his eyes on Zhao Ying.

Say something?

What should I say?

Do you support your biological father when he goes out to fool around?

Zhao Ying is just incompetent and not stupid. If he talks to Zhao Zhen at this time, he will undoubtedly acquiesce to the concept that women deserve what they deserve.

"I have nothing to say. Wrong is wrong and right is right."

"I've finished eating. You can eat slowly."

After Zhao Ying finished speaking, he stood up and left.

The old man slapped his hand on the table angrily, making a loud bang.

"Calm down," the old housekeeper saw the old man getting very angry and couldn't help but tried to persuade him.

"Guizi, go to the hospital."

"Where's Mr. Fu?" the old housekeeper asked doubtfully.

After all, this matter is closely related to Fu Xiting. Is it really possible to let him go like this?

When the old man heard Fu Xiting's name, he stopped abruptly.

Although he wanted to find someone to settle the score with, his strength did not allow it.

Otherwise, how could he allow himself to suffer the disadvantage of being dumb?

Fu Xiting is much more than what he seems on the surface.

"Do you think we can go head-to-head with him now?"

The old man asked the butler in return, but the butler was slightly silent.

This silence was undoubtedly telling the old man that the possibility was unlikely.

They are now in the injured stage. If they go head-to-head with Fu Xiting, they will undoubtedly be injured more seriously.

"Go to the manor and find Mrs. Fu."

That morning, Meng Shu was sitting in the yard writing calligraphy when Wen Qi came over quickly and told her that Mr. Zhao was here.

Meng Shu kept writing with the brush in her hand, slightly confused: "What is he here for?"

"It is said that it is because of Zhao Zhen's matter. Didn't there be news a few days ago that Zhao Zhen fainted on the little madam's territory? The Zhao family probably came here because they suspected that this matter had something to do with the little madam," Wen

Qi analyzed.

Meng Shu looked sideways at Wen Qi, thinking about Mr. Zhao's face. Three to five seconds later: "So? Why are you looking for me? Shouldn't you go to the police for this kind of thing? Talk about my health

Uncomfortable, no visitors.”

Wen Qi glanced at Meng Shu and slightly appreciated her answer.

I thought to myself, fortunately this is the answer. If this was another answer, or if Meng Shu intervened in this matter, the final result would undoubtedly be that the husband is dissatisfied with him.

Wen Qi didn't say much, walked to the front yard and looked at Mr. Zhao standing under the eaves; "Mr. Zhao, please come back! My wife is resting in the manor and doesn't want to bother with tedious things."

"There won't be much delay," said Mr. Zhao.

Wen Qi smiled: "Don't make it difficult for me."

Mr. Zhao was rejected by Meng Shu, and the rejection was rather rough.

When the two left, their faces were blue and black.

Fu Xiting was on his way to the conference room for a meeting when he received a call from Wen Qi.

Wen Qi told him what happened this morning. The man listened and sneered coldly.

"If I can't handle my own affairs, I can't help but find someone else who can help me."

Wen Qi was on the other side of the phone. She was a little frightened when she heard Fu Xiting's sarcastic words. She probably knew this person too well. She thought for three to five seconds: "Then————."

"Remind Ms. Meng that it is not her turn to interfere in my work matters."

Wen Qi thought to himself, fortunately Meng Shu had self-awareness from the beginning, otherwise————.

The consequences are disastrous.

"That's what Madam thought from the beginning."

Wen Qi's words were probably intended to adjust the relationship between mother and son, and he said a few words in favor of Meng Shu.

The man's deep eyebrows tightened slightly: "Then let her keep this idea forever."

Immediately, he picked up the phone.

Guan Qing saw Fu Xiting put away the phone,

He walked forward quickly and whispered in a low voice: "The hospital said that Zhao Zhen is dying."

"I'm afraid it won't last more than two days even if I delay it."

Five days is enough.

His delaying Zhao Zhen's death was just to save Jiang Yi from the turbid relationship.

Now that public opinion is no longer guided by Jiang Yi, there is no need for Zhao Zhen to live.

"Let them come as scheduled, just two days, and arrange for the media to push Bu Si out and break the news about Zhao Zhen's illegitimate child."

Guan Qing was shocked.

People in Z country are all about starting well and ending well. No matter how dirty or ruthless a person is in life, he must give him a good name when he dies. The ancients called it a posthumous title, and modern people call it a facade.

The people of country Z have always been extremely tolerant of life and death. For ordinary people, if a person is going to die, forget it and shouldn't care too much about him. But now, that's not possible.

Even if Zhao Zhen is about to die, he will pay the price for everything he did during his lifetime and will become a tool in Fu Xiting's hands.

Just die! The dead will not defend their crimes during life.

Just right.

At noon that day, Jiang Yi was chatting with a new partner.

This person was introduced by Si Bai.

After the two talked about some professional knowledge, they exchanged polite greetings: "The Secretary strongly recommended that we must come to Mr. Jiang, saying that Mr. Jiang has excellent professional knowledge, and even those in the Negotiation Institute may not be your opponent. Just now

Let’s talk about it, it’s true.”

"Mr. Li is too polite. There are people outside the mountains and there are people outside the mountains. I can't guarantee anything else, but Mr. Li is absolutely right to cooperate with us. We only speak with our strength."

The other party looked at Jiang Yi and nodded repeatedly: "Let's have dinner together later?"

"Don't be in a hurry to eat. There will be plenty of opportunities after everything is done."

"Mr. Jiang," Jiang Yi's chat was not over yet. Wen Sirui rushed in with a newspaper from outside the door, his face anxious. When the other party saw this, he stood up and said goodbye in a sensible way.

Jiang Yi and Wen Sirui were different in their impatience.

She slowly took a sip of tea from the teacup in front of her: "Don't be in a hurry, speak slowly."

"Zhao family," Wen Sirui handed over the newspaper.

Jiang Yi held a teacup in one hand and flipped through the thick stack of newspapers in front of him with the other.

"I know, go out and tell them, let me know whoever goes out and talks nonsense will pack up and leave."

Wen Sirui nodded.

The company is currently small and well managed.

It would be nice to raise a few points on the issues Jiang Yi mentioned.

…..

Zhao Ying just came down from the workplace that day.

Then I received a call from my so-called "friend".

"Xiaoying, are you okay?"

Zhao Ying sat in the car with her bag, a little confused: "It's fine, what's wrong?"

"It's okay. I'm just worried that you might be in a bad mood. I'd like to send my regards to you."

When Zhao Ying heard this sentence, she was a little confused: "What does it mean?"

"You haven't watched the news yet, have you?" The other party spoke softly, speaking in a gentle voice, quite like a reminder.

Zhao Ying heard the rustling sounds beside her and knew that there was definitely more than one person beside her.

Zhao Ying hung up the phone without saying much.

Open the mobile website, click on the forum, and as soon as you enter, you see the eye-catching headline.

[Zhao Zhen’s illegitimate son]

【Busi Divorce】

Below are some articles written by media reporters that add fuel to the fire.

Plus some people watching the fun.

"Isn't this more interesting than watching TV series?"

"Sure enough, TV dramas come from life."

"So why did Zhao Zhen faint due to allergies? I am blindly guessing that Bu Si knew about Zhao Zhen's cheating and wanted to poison him. Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhen went back to find Jiang Yi and something happened on Jiang Yi's territory."

"Upstairs +1."

"After all, not many people know what he is allergic to. Jiang Yi has no motive."

"Is this really a coincidence? I don't believe it."

In an instant, all public opinion was directed towards Bu Si, and Jiang Yi was abruptly whitewashed.

Everyone believed that Bu Si was the real murderer and Jiang Yi was the victim.

Zhao Ying looked at the comment section and cursed in anger.

The driver was so frightened that the steering wheel shook.

"Go to Jiangfu."

At noon, it’s almost time to eat.

Zhao Ying came to the door angrily. As soon as she stepped into the company, she saw Ai Hao, who had resigned not long ago.

"Why are you here?"

Ai Hao is not a native of the capital, but his family is one of the leading figures in other provincial capitals. His family is rich, and he went to work just to experience life. In the early years when he was in the hands of Jiang Yi, he wanted to resign and go back to inherit the family property. Later he felt that

The working atmosphere was good so I stayed.

Zhao Ying can trample on others, but he may not be able to trample on him. After all, this person is really not short of money.

"I need to eat, miss."

"I can't even pay the rent because I can't make any money with you. Why don't you let me change jobs?"

Ai Hao leaned against the door, looked at Zhao Ying and shouted back.

"I don't want to be like you. You can't make money from work and still have someone to support your family."

"you----."

Zhao Ying was so angry that she stared at him with wide eyes.

"Hey, here comes the noble man!"

Zhao Ying was about to go up and tear Ai Hao apart when a lazy voice from the railing on the second floor interrupted her movement.

Looking up, I saw who it wasn't Jiang Yi.

The warm light above her head shone down, and the woman held her hands on the railing and looked at her with a teasing smile.

There was a figure in Zhao Ying's mind that overlapped with it.

In the reception room, just as Wen Sirui brought a cup of tea, Zhao Ying picked up the cup and poured it directly towards Jiang Yi.

With quick eyes and hands, Jiang Yi picked up the folder beside him and slapped back the water splashed in the air, causing it to splash all over Zhao Ying.

People squatting at the door watching the show saw this scene and they all fell in love.

Si Han stared at Jiang Yi and almost fell to the ground.

"Is this all Miss Zhao's education?" Bang - Jiang Yi reached out and dropped the water-stained folder on the table.

"Did you do it?" Zhao Ying stared at Jiang Yi coldly, with anger rising all over his body.

Jiang Yi tilted his head, as if he didn't understand what she was talking about: "What did I do? Miss Zhao has such a big face. She came up and asked questions."

"When something happened to my dad on your territory, was it you who did it?"

Zhao Ying threw out the topic.

And people in the negotiation field are more or less cautious.

She throws a tantrum, but Jiang Yi doesn't necessarily want to answer.

People outside the house secretly watching the scene saw Jiang Yi leaning over and pulling out a few paper towels from the coffee table, wiping the water stains on the back of his hands, and said in a light voice: "You have a recorder, right? Do you want to trick me?"

"Zhao Ying, are you the only one who is smart? Are all of us idiots? You come all the way to my territory to show off your power and you still want me to perform with you? It's really embarrassing for you to go around in circles with your butt naked."

As soon as Jiang Yi's words landed,

A cry of surprise sounded at the door.

"Bring a voice recorder? So bad?" Si Han mumbled in a low voice.

Ai Hao was quite calm: "It's normal."

It's probably because I've been in this place for a long time and I'm used to it.

"Is this normal? If it wasn't for my cleverness, I definitely wouldn't be able to do such a thing."

Si Han said he couldn't understand.

The most incomprehensible thing is that a person like Zhao Ying, who has a low IQ, dares to show off his power in front of a person like Jiang Yi, who has eight hundred thoughts.

In the reception room, Jiang Yi stared at Zhao Ying.

Zhao Ying curled her lips lightly, then, as if remembering something, she sneered, nodded, and walked towards Jiang Yi step by step: "You also have close relatives, right? Yi Tian? Or Zou Yin?"

"I can't touch you, so why can't I touch them?"

Zhao Ying stood in front of Jiang Yi, with only threat in his eyes.

Jiang Yi's expression remained unchanged, and his voice was so low that only two people could hear it: "If I were you,

You've long since found a hole in the ground to hide, men are out of reach, your career is not going well, and your family is broken. What? You want to find a sense of presence in me? Do you believe it? If you go out with your front foot, I will come to your house with your back foot to show off your power.

Send the video to the media, have you ever tasted the feeling of being disliked by thousands of people?"

"Try?"

Zhao Ying reached out and wanted to push Jiang Yi away, but Jiang Yi grabbed his wrist and threw him directly to the sofa.

Immediately, Zhao Ying reached for the recorder from his pocket and threw it directly outside the door with a bang. The people watching the theater outside quickly picked up the recorder.

He was afraid that if he took a step too slow, Zhao Ying would snatch him back.

"What happened?" A man's mellow voice sounded from behind everyone in the corridor.

Everyone looked back and saw Fu Xiting standing behind him in formal attire.

Behind him was Guo Siqing, the undefeated god of war in the capital's legal circles.

When everyone saw Fu Xiting, they tensed up unconsciously, feeling that it would be offensive to look at him even more.

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