Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

After Fu Xiting finished drying her hair, he put the hair dryer on the sink and hugged Jiang Yi. The man's chin rubbed Jiang Yi's neck: "It smells good. Have you changed the shower gel?"

Jiang Yien said.

Fu Xiting asked again: "Hide it and not let me use it?"

Jiang Yi laughed: "It's just a bottle of shower gel, Mr. Fu."

"Huh? So which bottle is it?" Before there was a mistress in Yuyuan, Fu Xiting was also very particular about life, but he was very particular about it and didn't have so many kinds of things. But after Jiang Yi moved in, the toiletries at home began to change.

There are so many types that you have to choose a concubine every day when you take a bath.

Maybe he just picked up a bottle of other supplies. One day, Fu Xiting used a bottle of shower gel, and the scent lasted all day, which made Fang Chi think that he had done something shameful.

Jiang Yi naturally knew it. He glanced at Fu Xiting lightly and said with a smile: "What do you think?"

The man's fingertips landed on Jiang Yi's waist, pinched slowly, and responded with a smile: "If I guess correctly, what's the reward?"

"How many more showers will you be rewarded?"

The two were joking in the bathroom. Fu Xiting smiled, and his tone gradually became darker.

He was still rubbing Jiang Yi's neck, and he was still speaking, but at this time, Fu Xiting's tone softened slightly: "Doctor Zou called me, hoping to see you."

"when?"

"After dinner, you were taking a walk," Fu Xiting received a call from Zou Yin while they were having dinner.

When she received the call, Zou Yin expressed her intention to come, and Fu Xiting could hear the choking sound just by listening to her words.

He didn't say too many words, but the general meaning was that he was afraid that Jiang Yi wouldn't answer the phone, so he called him and wanted to meet him.

As for why Zou Yin had Fu Xiting's phone number, it was not surprising, because all the funds he allocated to Zou Yin's scientific research office at the beginning were all made by himself and not by anyone else.

Fu Xiting did not directly agree to Zou Yin's request, but agreed to seek Jiang Yi's opinion.

"It's not convenient for me to come forward. If possible, can you do it for me?" The initial worries and worries have not diminished by half. If people know that she is Jiang Fu, it will not be beneficial to Zou Yin and Jiang Kuo.

In this life, as long as she is still in Jiang Yi's body, she and Zou Yin can only get along with each other as Yi Tian's friends, not as mother and daughter.

"Okay," Fu Xiting nodded: "What do you want me to do?"

Jiang Yi raised his eyes and looked at Fu Xiting: "You know."

Downstairs, the vice presidents were sorting out information. They glanced at the empty first place and sighed: "The eleventh time."

Normally, Director Fu's meetings would make them doubt their lives, but now, Director Fu's meetings would also make them doubt their lives, but the two kinds of doubts are different.

The former is painful because the boss does not take a break, and the latter is painful because the boss leaves the meeting from time to time.

Today's work usually takes at most five hours, but today, eight hours have passed.

The efficiency is really low.

Wu Jiangbai put the cigarette on his fingertips to his lips and said vaguely: "If an old man is addicted to pornography, there will inevitably be times when he can't control himself. Please understand."

"Old man?" a vice president wondered.

"Fu Dong obviously has a back garden but he has to guard a tiger-thorn plum tree."

Tiger thorn plum is also known as Iron Begonia. The thorns on the stems are like tigers. It grows in Africa and has great ornamental value, but it is extremely harmful and can only be viewed from a distance but not touched.

The description of "tiger-thorned plum" can be said to be quite vivid. Isn't Jiang Yi just such a person? She is beautiful when she is beautiful, but she can also be quite cruel when she pricks people.

Fu Xiting, on the other hand, didn't want the fragrant lilies and delicate Lingxiao flowers that filled the yard, but instead went for a Tietang begonia.

Guan Qing sneered: "Fu Dong is obsessed with family, so we can take a breather, wouldn't it be better?"

The vice president shook his head: "Married men just want to pursue a career."

"Send you to Africa to show your talent?" Wu Jiang asked with a smile.

"That's not necessary."

At one o'clock in the morning, Wu Jiangbai came home. His wife happened to be taking him out of the child's room. Seeing him coming back, she went up to him and sniffed: "I really didn't drink."

Wu Jiangbai smiled, put his arm around his wife's shoulders and walked to the room: "Usually when private parties are busy, Director Fu won't let us drink."

Apart from other things, Fu Xiting doesn't like the culture of drinking and drinking unless necessary.

There is nothing they can do about external entertainment, and company celebrations are another matter. Apart from these two, other things will not be the reason for them to fight at the wine table.

Wu Jiangbai walked to the bathroom and took off his shirt. From the corner of his eye, he saw an unopened set of skin care products on his wife's dressing table, and they were not of a brand specifically for his wife.

"Didn't you say that if you have an allergic reaction on your face, you can't easily change the brand?"

"Oh," Hu Xiang glanced at the things on the dressing table: "I went shopping today and was bumped into by a girl. The new one I bought broke into pieces. I originally wanted to buy another set, but the counter said it was out of stock. That one

The girl gave me the set she bought."

Wu Jiangbai frowned slightly: "Is he okay?"

"It's okay."

Wu Jiang hummed in vain and entered the bathroom, never taking his wife's words to heart.

July 2nd, Friday.

I probably spent a few days in the hospital and had enough sleep.

I woke up at six o'clock in the morning, lying on the bed and looking at the sleeping faces of the people next to me, feeling a little lost for a while.

After staying there for a few minutes, I moved to turn over, but someone stopped me halfway.

For a time, I went back and forth again and again, and couldn't get over it again and again.

He held his breath for several seconds before reaching out and pulling Fu Xiting's claws away.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yi was about to start moving, and Fu Xiting woke up.

"Go to the bathroom," she said, making an excuse.

Jiang Yi took her mobile phone into the bathroom and couldn't help but sigh. This practice of going to the bathroom to escape from things usually only occurs at work. Unexpectedly, it has reached this point at home.

"What do you mean?" Three to five minutes later, Fu Xiting's call rang out.

"Wait a moment," Jiang Yi responded through the door panel.

After being in the toilet for more than three minutes, the voice "Wait a minute" comes up again. Most people should know what it means, right?

Fu Xiting understood.

Put one hand on your eyes and close your eyes to relax.

The whole person is in a state of being awake but not awake. Six o'clock is indeed a bit early for a person who goes to bed at two o'clock in the morning.

Jiang Yi seems to have not realized this problem yet.

Ten minutes later, the call started again.

Jiang Yi sighed and stood up.

After returning to bed, Fu Xiting felt a sense of security when he took the person into his arms.

"I can't sleep."

"Baby, I didn't go to bed until two o'clock in the morning, less than four hours," Fu Xiting sighed helplessly.

"Be good, okay? I can't sleep well when you wake up."

In July, the temperature rises like a curve.

Jiang Yi got up in the morning and opened the curtains to look towards the sun. What he saw was the dazzling sun and the rolling heat waves in the mountains and forests.

On July 2, Qian Xingzhi and Si Han were investigating the matter in Jianzhou.

The two of them walked through the center of Jianzhou City. Si Han looked at Qian Xing's steady pace and followed him curiously: "What exactly are we looking for?"

"Check where the dead are buried."

"So baseless? Wandering around Jianzhou like a lonely ghost? You can give me the source!" At a temperature of more than 30 degrees, Si Han felt that his Tianling Cap was emitting white smoke.

, as we continue walking, people will be exposed to the sun.

As for Qian Xingzhi, a person who came out of the battlefield, this little suffering is nothing. He ignored Si Han's constant complaints and kept his head down: "If you can't stand it, go back to the capital and be your young master."

Si Han was startled and chased after him in a few steps: "No, am I the kind of person who can't bear hardships? But you should let me know what's going on at least! I'm like this in Jianzhou with a black eye.

I've been wandering around for several days."

"You————," Si Han's words stopped in Qian Xingzhi's footsteps. He raised his eyes and saw the words Jianzhou Cemetery.

In an instant, a cool feeling crawled up from the soles of his feet.

Even though the sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly, it still can't stop the cold.

"We're not going in, are we?" Si Han muttered.

Qian Xingzhi glanced at the door with a dark expression on his face: "Of course."

When Qian Xingzhi went in, he didn't talk nonsense to the gatekeeper. He threw a few pictures of Grandpa Mao and said, "Check someone."

Although the words were polite, with Qian Xingzhi's face, it would inevitably make people tremble.

The security guard trembled with fright: "This is a cemetery, not a police station!"

"Just ask the dead man," Qian Xingzhi grabbed the security guard's neck and tapped the money on the table: "One name, one thousand yuan."

"You asked."

"Yuan Hai, where is he buried?"

"I'll look through it." The uncle took out the records on the table and was supposed to look through them. When he came to Yuan Hai's name, he clicked: "Here."

"If you don't call the police, I'll give you another nine thousand when we come down. We'll go up and have a look and won't cause any damage to you." Qian Xingzhi's magical beast patted the uncle's shoulder. The uncle listened and nodded repeatedly.

The more stupid people like this who have a lot of money, the better. They want what they want. He is just a guard at the cemetery. If he can make some money, it will be a little money.

"Who is Yuan Hai? Is it the Yuan Hai from the former Negotiation Yuan?" Si Han felt that something was not quite right for some reason and looked at Qian Xingzhi's back with caution.

Si Han learned about Yuan Hai from the mouths of his friends. He heard that he was one of the secretaries of the international negotiator Jiang Fu, and that he had extremely strong professional abilities. His ability to turn things around was almost the same as Jiang Fu's.

He spoke fluent German and was quite proficient in domestic laws. He was considered an all-round talent. It was just such a person who died in a plane crash.

He and Jiang Fu both died.

At that time, those friends were still smiling and trying to persuade him not to do anything like a negotiator. After all, it was a high-risk profession and he might die that day.

As for Qian Xingzhi, he didn't seem to expect that Si Han would know about the people who were negotiating with him in the courtyard.

Stopped and looked back at him: "Do you know him?"

Yuan Hai has always been behind Jiang Fu. It stands to reason that except for people who have interacted with him at work, few people know that he is a talented person, but he actually knows it.

"I've checked a few things since I followed Mr. Jiang, why did you come to check on them?" Si Han was puzzled.

"Mr. Jiang didn't tell me, he just asked me to check. You are very annoyed. Why are there 100,000 walking versions?"

Si Han: “.I don’t have the right to know anymore?”

"If you bring me here to kill people and set fires, do I have to accept it happily? I'm not a fool." Who knows who Qian Xingzhi is. Jiang Yi recruited people so unclearly, what if something goes wrong?

, wouldn’t that be shooting yourself in the foot?

If something really happens, the gains outweigh the losses.

"Don't worry, if you really want to commit murder or arson, I won't take you with you."

"Why?"

"Cook!" Qian Xingzhi's knife stabbed very deeply, his look of disdain for Si Han not hiding at all.

It doesn’t matter whether people like it or not.

On this day, the sun was blazing in the sky in Jianzhou, the leaves were motionless, and there was no breeze. Such a quiet atmosphere seemed particularly scary when coming out of the cemetery.

Qian Xingzhi strode away due to his professional habit, and Si Han followed behind, taking three steps and then five steps to keep up with him, as if if he were slower, the ghost behind him would catch up.

"Can you wait for me?" Si Han called.

Qian Xingzhi didn't stop walking: "What are you afraid of when the sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly?"

"What if there is a bad ghost?"

“I’ve watched too many bloody dramas,”

Qian Xingzhi found Yuan Hai's tombstone, looked at the young man wearing glasses in the photo, his brows tightened slightly, and doubts welled up in his heart.

Jiang Fu said that he did not get off the plane because he felt uncomfortable before boarding, but the final report said that he had died.

It's impossible to say that there is an insider causing trouble in this matter. If it is true, then the person who survives must be the biggest suspect.

"What should we do?" Si Han watched the man on the tombstone squat down slowly. When he looked at the man's photo, he also felt strange: "Other people's portraits are gray, why is his portrait white? It looks like

It’s like a registration photo, not like a posthumous photo.”

Yes, Qian Xingzhi also felt that it didn't look like a posthumous photo.

This is where it gets weird.

Si Han pointed to the weeds next to him again: "Look, the tombstones of others who have died many years ago are all clean, which proves that people often come to pay homage and clean things up, but this Yuan Hai's has only been dead for a year.

The weeds beside the tombstone are taller than those of others who have been dead for ten years."

Qian Xingzhi is almost certain that this person is either not dead or has no descendants.

"Either he's not dead, or there's no one alive in his family. Which one do you think is more likely?"

Qian Xingzhi's voice was somewhat mocking.

Si Han glanced at Yuan Hai's birth date on the tombstone: "Less than thirty, my parents got married very early. No matter how old my parents are now, they will not be more than sixty-five years old. They have just retired.

If everyone in the family does not die, then there is only the first possibility."

Qian Xingzhi reached out his hand and patted Si Han on the head as if he was a little kid: "Let's go."

"Where to go?"

“You’ll know once you go there.”

At eight o'clock in the morning, Jiang Yi was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room, crossing his arms and looking at the leisurely goldfish in the pool.

When the phone rang on the coffee table, Fu Xiting happened to come down from the second floor and handed the phone to Jiang Yi.

She glanced at the number, reached out to pick it up, and Qian Xingzhi's words came through the receiver: "You are right, Yuan Hai set up a tombstone, but the grass on the tombstone almost covered the grave, or everyone in the family died.

, no one has come to worship, or the person is not dead and does not need to worship."

"I'm going to find him now."