Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 262 263 Shiyue

Jiang Yi was unconscious and was carried into the bedroom by Fu Xiting.

The man put her on the bed, his eyes fell on the hickeys on her neck, and he felt a little unbearable.

After regaining his sanity, Fu Xiting's mind was filled with Jiang Yi's silence.

The man stopped beside the bed for a long time, stretched out his hand and gently covered Jiang Yi with the quilt.

Call Su Xin to take care of you.

At 2:30 in the morning, I drove out of Yuyuan Garden in person.

Yuyuan Garden is dozens of kilometers away from the manor. Fu Xiting drove all the way to the manor. Before he entered, he saw the doctor coming out of the house.

When Wen Qi saw Fu Xiting, his heart skipped a beat.

In the early morning of June 24, 2010, Fu Xiting appeared at the gate of the manor wearing a white shirt.

The last time this happened was when I learned that my father had passed away many years ago.

This sudden feeling made Wen Qi unable to recover for a while.

Looking closely at Fu Xiting, there are dense blood stains on this man's white shirt.

He looked like he had just emerged from a struggle.

Wen Qi has been in the Fu family for many years. If she is afraid of anyone, Fu Xiting is definitely the first person. She has never seen a young man be so cruel and ruthless, and she has never seen a young man pinch his mother.

The neck wanted to send her into the abyss.

Wen Qi's eyes trembled: "Mr."

"Get out of the way," Fu Xiting said with a dark face.

"Sir, Madam has fainted and is still in a coma," Wen Qi said eagerly, as if he wanted to stop Fu Xiting's steps.

"Get out of the way," Fu Xiting spoke again, reaching out to push Wen Qi away and striding in.

"Sir," Wen Qi stumbled and hurriedly followed.

Seeing Fu Xiting striding upstairs, her footsteps became more and more urgent, fearing that there would be any accident if she was too late.

"Sir," Wen Qi was worried.

Following Fu Xiting upstairs step by step, I saw Fu Xiting reaching out to push open the bedroom door, and saw him standing frozen at the door of the bedroom.

Everything in this world seems to have stopped.

Became a dead thing.

The person sitting next to Meng Shu's bed slowly turned around and looked at Fu Xiting at the door, his expression gradually changing from gentle at the beginning to surprise.

Wen Qi suddenly felt that it was too late.

It was too late. When Fu Xiting's eyes fell on Shiyue, Wen Qi closed his eyes, feeling a sense of despair rising from the bottom of his heart.

The two of them had known each other since they were young, and they thought it was a good match. But what happened, a good match could only become a bubble and a passing cloud in the end.

Shiyue looked at Fu Xiting, with mist gradually rising in her surprised eyes, blocking her sight. Fu Xiting's figure began to dance under the light and shadow.

The mist filled the air, and the past was about to burst out of my mind, and was driven into the abyss by Fu Xiting's cold question: "Who asked you to come back?"

The happy past in Shiyue's mind suddenly shattered, like a complete city wall with only ruins left.

She looked at Fu Xiting and almost choked: "Three years have passed."

Fu Xiting's expression froze at first, and he looked down at her: "So, is Miss Shi waiting day and night to come back?"

Fu Xiting's sarcastic comments came one after another, and the beautiful fantasies in Shiyue's mind were knocked back time and time again.

"Yes," she answered.

"Ask yourself, are you worthy?" Fu Xiting's indifference exploded in front of Shiyue.

Suddenly I realized that the Fu Xiting in front of me was no longer the Fu Xiting of his youth.

He is no longer the boy he met when he was a teenager. The relationship that he has had for many years has turned into a bubble and become a fleeting ups and downs in the past few years.

"Wen Qi, if you are eager to go home and retire, I can't help you," Fu Xiting's voice was sharp and dark, making Wen Qi tremble uncontrollably.

"Don't invite people out yet," the man shouted coldly.

"Xiting, you can't," Shiyue exclaimed, looking at Fu Xiting with a bit of horror.

"I can't?" Fu Xiting sneered: "What can I not do? Can't invite you out? Half of your home here is also your home? Or do you think Ms. Meng privately transferred the property in the manor to your father after your father died?

This place is naturally yours? Shiyue, while I am thinking about our past friendship, you'd better go back to Melbourne, otherwise, don't blame me for being heartless."

"Adults have the right to choose their own love. What's wrong with my father? What's wrong with Aunt Meng? After so many years, isn't it because you hold on to these things because you have too many obsessions in your heart?"

Shiyue pressed closer and closer, as if she didn't want to let Fu Xiting go, trying hard to use words to bring out the past events in the south of the city that were buried in his heart.

I want to take him with me to recall the ancient past that no longer exists.

Fu Xiting looked at Shiyue with a serious expression, his eyes deep as if looking at some alien object from the sky.

Obsessed too deeply?

Yes, it doesn’t count as suffering if it doesn’t happen to them.

That’s why they can criticize and criticize others from the moral high ground.

On this day, Wen Qi thought that Fu Xiting would start a war, but he never thought that Fu Xiting would step in and walk towards Shi Yue, whose face was full of tears. He walked to her, raised his hand to wipe the tears on her face, and bent slightly

She stood naked and asked her in a deep voice with a bit of confusion: "Why are you crying?"

Why are you crying?

She was unwilling to cry.

If it weren't for the incident between his father and Meng Shu, the woman standing next to Fu Xiting was her. Who else could be more qualified than her?

Shiyue studied art since she was a child. She has long hair reaching her waist and a resolute temperament. She and Jiang Yi are two extreme beauties. One is a strong woman with a successful career, and the other is a little woman influenced by art.

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But even so, Fu Xiting still made a choice between this extreme.

Shiyue looked at the man close at hand, her eyes were slightly red, and the tears that should have been stopped burst out again.

The choked sobs turned into sobs: "Yanting."

"Are you crying about your own miserable experience, or are you crying that your father only thought about himself and not you? Shiyue, don't think that I don't know that you are making money abroad in the name of Fu Xiting's ex-girlfriend. I turned a blind eye, not to you.

There is no deep friendship, but because you did a few right things when you were young, if you are obedient, just go back."

Bang - The man reached out and shook off Shiyue's hand that fell on his arm, and turned around with disgust.

"Yan Ting," Shi Yue struggled up from the ground.

Following Fu Xiting's back, he hurried over.

"Wen Qi," Fu Xiting's footsteps stopped suddenly, and his cold eyes fell on Wen Qi.

The latter tremblingly called for the guards to drive the people out.

In the living room of the manor, Fu Xiting watched Shiyue being kicked out.

In the dark night, the woman was wearing a white dress, with her long hair hanging loose, standing on the green lawn at the end of June, looking at him through the window, crying with tears in her eyes.

The person who lay on the lawn and looked at the stars when he was young has long disappeared. Now, what remains is just the scheming and indifference of adulthood.

The man slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at Wen Qi aside: "Pack your things and go to the hospital villa. You don't have to come back to the manor in the future."

Wen Qi was shocked: "Sir?"

What Meng Shu hates the most is the villa in the hospital, where there is both the door of life and the door of death.

If you stay there for a long time, you will become depressed.

"My kindness has limits. If you don't listen to advice, then go where you should go."

The next morning, Jiang Yi woke up from her sleep with pain all over her body. She opened her eyes and stared at the cat squatting on the couch at the end of the bed in trance.

All she could think of was Fu Xiting's endless grinding with her last night.

The soreness and swelling in her lower body prevented her from making any unnecessary movements.

At half past seven, there was a noise at the bedroom door. It was probably because he didn't want to have contact with anyone, so the person who was awake closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Fu Xiting came in covered in sweat. Jiang Yi clearly felt that the man's steps stopped at the end of the bed, and then he stepped over and reached out to put her hand outside the quilt.

The moment he lowered his head, Fu Xiting saw that Jiang Yi was pretending to sleep.

It's just that it hasn't been broken down yet.

The man sighed slightly and remained silent for a few seconds before speaking: "I'm going to Haizhou on a business trip today and will be back on Sunday."

"If you feel bored at home alone, ask Mom to come over and stay with you."

"Or you can go back to the apartment and pick you up when I come back."

The apartment Fu Xiting mentioned was undoubtedly the one across from Zou Yin and the others.

Jiang Yi's eyelashes trembled slightly.

The man reached out and touched Jiang Yi's hair, apologizing rising in his chest: "I went too far yesterday, I apologize."

After Fu Xiting left, Jiang Yi slowly opened his eyes.

In the early morning, when I arrived at the company, Wen Sirui told Jiang Yi that he was going to the east of the city for a meeting today, and Jiang Yi responded favorably.

"Let Sihan prepare the car."

Wen Sirui was shocked: "Si Han didn't come."

Jiang Yi looked back at Wen Sirui: "Why?"

"Director Fu dismissed the person, saying that Si Han was not calm enough and was not suitable for this position."

Jiang Yi:.

Is a driver suitable?

Fu Xiting was obviously angry with him because of what happened last night.

Jiang Yi sat on the office chair, rubbed his forehead slightly, and sighed deeply.

He seemed to be trying his best to suppress his emotions.

Wen Sirui looked at it and did not dare to speak for a moment, probably because he could tell that Jiang Yi was in a bad mood today.

"Let Qian Xingzhi come over," Jiang Yi took out a piece of paper and wrote a number on it and handed it to her.

Wen Sirui took the note and went out to make a phone call to Qian Xingzhi.

"Zhao Ying seems to want to go to Huzhou to take down the Wen family's case," Wen Sirui came back from calling Qian Xingzhi and looked at Jiang Yi before cautiously reminding him.

"when?"

“The original schedule is Sunday, so I don’t know if it will be rescheduled.”

"What day is it today?"

"Wednesday," Wen Sirui informed.

Jiang Yi's slender fingertips ran through the hair, kneading it slowly, lowering his eyes for a long time without giving Wen Sirui a suitable answer.

After a moment, Wen Sirui summoned up the courage to shout as if facing the abyss: "Mr. Jiang."

"Call Si Han." Jiang Yi still closed his eyes.

"But Director Fu fired him," Wen Sirui was confused.

Suddenly, Jiang Yi opened his eyes, stared at Wen Sirui, and asked in a bad tone, "Do you listen to him or do you listen to me?"

"Who is your immediate supervisor?"

"Sorry." Wen Sirui was startled and hurriedly turned around and went out to call Si Han.

She often saw in Jiang Yi the indifference that did not belong to her.

The hesitation made her unable to see clearly the true face of this person.

Sijia, in the restaurant.

Si Bai took a table knife and spread the blueberry jam on the bread bit by bit, and glanced at Si Han casually.

"It's hard to be sad when you wake up early in the morning, but what about?"

Si Han was wearing pajamas, leaning on the chair with his head on his head, and sighed deeply: "Being unemployed is more uncomfortable than falling out of love."

It felt like the hero who saved the vicissitudes of life suddenly had someone look at his arm.

The uncomfortable mind is not online.

"Have you fallen in love with Jiang Yi?" Si Bai said nonchalantly.

When Si Han heard this, his breathing stopped for a few seconds.

Before he could figure out what he was thinking, he just heard Si Bai sneer: "How pitiful."

"What's so pitiful?"

"Men who fall in love with Jiang Yi are very pitiful," Lin Jingzhou said so, Fu Xiting said so, and so did those who hide deep in the depths.

"Why?" Si Han asked: "If you like something or a person, you shouldn't describe it as pitiful. At least when you like her, the joy in your heart cannot be replaced by anything else."

Si Bai's hand holding the knife paused, and Si Han continued to ask: "Can anyone else replace Mengyao?"

Si Bai glanced at Si Han, looked away indifferently, and put the bread in his hand into his mouth.

After a long time, he reminded Si Han: "If you regard Jiang Yi as a leader, you can indeed learn a lot from her, but if you regard Jiang Yi as a person you like, you will get nothing but sadness.

Less than."

After Si Bai finished speaking, he reached out and patted Si Han on the shoulder.

She looked at him with a self-satisfied look.

"you----."

Just as Si Han started to retort, the phone rang, and Wen Sirui's voice came: "Mr. Jiang asked you to come to work."

"Didn't Mr. Fu kill me?" Si Han said with a sense of grievance.

"Director Fu is Director Fu. Mr. Jiang is Mr. Jiang. Come quickly. Mr. Jiang is in a bad mood today. If you come late, you will be scolded."

When Si Han went to the company, he happened to see Qian Xingzhi and Jiang Yi coming out of the office together.

He snorted and stepped forward to greet her: "What do you need from me?"

"You and Qian Xingzhi go check things out," Jiang Yi told him.

"I won't be your driver anymore?" Si Bai wondered.

"Being a driver is really unfair to you," Jiang Yi looked at Si Han seriously, as if coaxing a child.

Before Si Han realized what Jiang Yi meant, she took her bag and car keys and left.

After watching the people leave, Si Han turned his attention to Qian Xingzhi: "Who should we check?"

"Lin Qinghe."

"Why check him?"

Qian Xingzhi glanced at Si Bai and did not respond to his question.

Jiang Yi personally drove out of the company that day.

After exiting the company gate, turn right onto the main road. After driving no more than a hundred meters, a dark blue Mercedes-Benz parked opposite started. Because there were intersections around, Jiang Yi drove very slowly. She saw the blue Mercedes-Benz unlocked and looked at a man in seven-year-old clothes.

The woman in white with 15cm high heels got into the car, started the car, and finally the car swerved and hit her uncontrollably.

There was a bang, which made Jiang Yi curse while sitting in the car.

She unbuckled her seat belt and pushed the door open to get out of the car. The woman in the opposite car also got out at the same time. Jiang Yi's eyes slowly moved from the high heels on her legs to her face: "The law clearly stipulates that you are not allowed to drive in high heels."

"What's more, you are still walking in high heels, madam, you are wasting other people's time."

At the end of June, the sun gradually becomes hotter.

The woman in white got out of the car, with an apologetic look on her face, and apologized to Jiang Yi in Mandarin with an ABC accent: "Sorry, I just came back from abroad and haven't adapted to the traffic rules here."

"I'm not used to the traffic regulations, so I drive the car in a weird way? Why don't you say that I'm not used to the domestic steering wheel?" Jiang Yi felt unlucky.

From yesterday to today, nothing is satisfactory anywhere.

The woman opposite didn't seem to expect that Jiang Yi would retort her words so domineeringly. She was a little shocked for a moment. After a few seconds, she turned around and grabbed something in the car and came back.

"I bought a cat, and when I was driving, it jumped under my accelerator, so - I'm sorry."

As the woman spoke, she reached for the car door and took out a business card from inside: "I can see that you are in a hurry. This is my business card. You can contact me for subsequent car repair costs."

Jiang Yi picked up the business card and looked at it. The plain white business card had the address of a studio and her name printed on it.

Jiang Yi looked at the name and was stunned for a moment: Shiyue.

She seemed to feel that the name was somewhat familiar, and a feeling of deja vu came to her heart. She frowned and looked at Shiyue: "We have known each other before?"

Shiyue's hand holding the cat tightened, and her fingertips trembled slightly: "It's probably because I don't know you. I have no impression of you."

Jiang Yi didn't hesitate. He held the business card in his hand and glanced at the car blocking him: "If Miss Shi doesn't suggest it, please move it?"

Shiyue hugged the cat and nodded.

A long-haired Highlander is only about two or three months old and looks very furry.

Jiang Yi looked away from the cat, opened the car door and got into the car, throwing the business card in the passenger seat.

Shiyue sat in the car and watched Jiang Yi's car leave through the rearview mirror.

The little white cat squatted on the passenger seat and meowed. All she could think about was the woman in a light-colored suit with shoulder-length hair.

Vigorous and resolute, people mistakenly think that this person is not Fu Xiting's wife, but a secretary in his office.

Shiyue sat in the car and looked at the villa building not far away.

His fingertips landed on the steering wheel and tapped lightly, his thin crimson lips opened and closed gently, and he uttered two words meaningfully: "Jiang Yi."

At the beginning of June 25, Dongting's senior officials knew that Fu Dong was in a bad mood.

And this is not good, it becomes more intense at night.

A group of subordinates who were on a business trip to Haizhou went to report to their boss every night like a new son-in-law meeting his mother-in-law, with a bitter and resentful face.

As for Fu Xiting, his eyes wandered back and forth between documents, subordinates, and mobile phones.

Guan Qing knew without reading that files and subordinates were not important, what was important was the phone and the person on the other end of the phone.

On June 26, Jiang Yi still had not contacted Fu Xiting.

On the 27th, as above.

For three days in a row, there were no text messages or phone calls.

Until the evening of the 28th, when Fu Xiting returned to the capital from Haizhou, he didn't even go to the company and went straight to Jiangyi Company.

As soon as I arrived at the building, I happened to meet Si Han, swinging his keys and whistling like a second-generation ancestor, getting ready to get off work.

When Si Han first saw Fu Xiting, he wished he could hide on the spot.

But knowing that there was no way to avoid it, I had no choice but to bite the bullet.

"Director Fu," Si Han called out obediently and flatteringly.

Then he opened his mouth to betray the boss.

"Dr. Fu is here to see Mr. Jiang? Mr. Jiang is flying to Shanghai this afternoon."

Fu Xiting:

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