Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Jiang Yi naturally knows Chengwen Group.

We haven't had much interaction with each other in this life, but we heard about them quite a lot in my previous life.

It was originally a family group, but due to the death of the old man, the two brothers killed each other, and finally only Cheng Wen was left, and then the company was renamed Cheng Wen.

Hence the current Chengwen Group.

The leader is in his forties, has a troubled teenage son, and is well-known in the capital.

Guo Siqing seemed to have taken over their son's case, and even killed someone and brought it to court.

"He wants to cooperate with Dongting and wants Dongting's technology," Fu Xiting picked up his invitation, glanced at it, and then threw it aside.

"internet?"

"Security," Fu Xiting said.

Dongting Group also has research in security. While others were focusing on real estate to make money, he was at the forefront of science and began to engage in intellectual property rights, so that now, he has almost monopolized the entire market in the capital.

Chengwen Group has built a new high-end real estate in recent years, focusing on security and privacy. The product has been launched, but the follow-up security must keep up. The current domestic security system can only meet ordinary needs. If you want to meet high-end needs, you must

Technology of Dongting Group.

As for Fu Xiting, he seems to be an independent person in the shopping mall.

The price of new security systems is too high, which is why Chengwen Group hooked up with them.

Jiang Yi took the cup and drank the last sip of water, her eyes slightly lowered.

Eyelashes fluttering, the sun's rays coming in made the temperature of the office rise in vain. It was probably hot, so Jiang Yi dragged a chair to the side.

Fu Xiting, perhaps sensing her thoughts, went to the window and lowered the blinds.

"We're going to change offices," Jiang Yiyouzai said calmly.

"Tang Yang expresses his grievance," Fu Xiting opened his chair again and sat down.

The sun feels wronged?

I guess it’s not Tai Yang who feels wronged, but Director Fu!

In the evening that day, the two found a French restaurant near Dongting Group.

The window seat of the high-rise building afforded a panoramic view of the night view of half of the commercial district. Jiang Yi looked sideways. It wasn't until Fu Xiting ordered the dishes that Jiang Yi lazily looked away.

"This restaurant should be opened on the top floor of your company."

That way you can enjoy the night view of the entire commercial district, and the scenery is much more beautiful.

After hearing this, Fu Xiting casually picked up the cup and took a sip of tea. He asked with a smile: "Then how much do you think is appropriate for this meal? I can afford it, but they may not be able to afford it."

Jiang Yi listened and held his tongue, too.

If Fu Xiting can afford it, how many people can afford it?

Jiang Yi met Xu Zhi again on this summer night. She came dressed in an expensive dress and walked to the restaurant. When she saw Jiang Yi and Fu Xiting, she was a little surprised.

His footsteps stopped moving forward, as if he wanted to move forward, but also seemed to be hesitant.

When Jiang Yi glanced over, he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure in white clothes that had not changed for many years. He probably didn't like Xu Zhi and was too lazy to say hello.

That's it.

On the other side, Lin Qinghe had just returned home.

When sandalwood is burning in the living room, people who love you will naturally feel calm and at ease, while people who don't love you will not be able to express their love at all.

Chen Zhi was sitting in the living room, holding a thick English book in his hands.

When Lin Qinghe returned home, he couldn't pull people's eyes away from the book.

The latter coughed.

Chen Zhicai raised his head.

"Back?"

"Yeah," Lin Qinghe responded lazily.

"There is your package, delivered today, at the entrance," Chen Zhi reminded Lin Qinghe.

The latter was slightly confused, but still headed towards the entrance.

He picked up the package and weighed it in his hands. When he didn't hear any movement, he found a knife and opened it.

And inside the package is a card.

Lin Qinghe picked it up and saw a bloody line of words written in lipstick on the back of the card: "I'm still alive."

Lin Qinghe looked at it, his eyebrows furrowed.

These four short words reveal a lot of information.

who I am?

He didn't want to think about it.

When you think about it carefully, every drop of blood on your hands is questionable.

"What is it?" Chen Zhi saw Lin Qinghe standing motionless at the door for a long time. He put down his books and got up and went to Lin Qinghe's side.

When he looked at the card in his hand, he was slightly stunned.

"Who wrote it?"

Lin Qinghe put the card in his hand on the table: "I don't know."

"Recently, there have been a lot of rumors in the capital, saying that Zhao Zhen's death was retribution. I also heard this rumor when I went to the hospital in Wu Mei a few days ago."

"That's nonsense," Lin Qinghe crumpled the card in his hand and threw it into the trash can.

"I'll go up and take a shower."

Chen Zhi turned around when he saw the person full of anger and pursed his lips.

"Wash your neck well. If I see it, forget it. If others see it, I might tell you what to do."

Lin Qinghe raised his hand and wiped his neck. When he looked down, he saw a faint lipstick mark on his palm. For a moment, his face turned pale and pale.

Looking at Chen Zhi, he felt a little embarrassed.

When he turned to leave, his pace was a little hurried.

The life of a middle-aged person is already full of temptations, let alone one at this age.

When socializing, girls in their early twenties rush down like a crowd. Even if they are calm, there are times when they cannot control themselves.

Chen Zhi, on the other hand, seems to be well versed in this, and she doesn't mind if her husband comes back with a gift around his neck.

Seeing the man turn around, Chen Zhi walked to the sofa. As soon as he sat down, a text message came in from the mobile phone on the coffee table. She picked it up and took a look. What caught her eye was a photo of Lin Qinghe and a hot woman embracing and kissing.

Chen Zhi looked at it and was speechless for a moment.

His thin lips were pursed tightly, and his whole body was shrouded in a thin layer of anger.

If she was young, she would definitely rush to Lin Qinghe to argue, but now, she can only go upstairs with her phone after struggling, hand it to Lin Qinghe, place the photo in front of him, and tell him in an extremely calm tone

He said: "When doing things, you must consider the consequences. You may not care about your half-life career or your own future, but you must take into account the future and prospects of your children."

Lin Qinghe was speechless for a moment, unable to argue.

The two of them returned home from dinner. As soon as they entered the house, Jiang Yi was leaning over and petting the cat.

Fu Xiting stood behind him and looked at her, his eyebrows were wrapped in love, and the corners of his lips were smiling deeply. From a distance, the host and hostess looked like a beautiful painting.

The long-haired animal that Jiang Yi raised was getting bigger and bigger day by day. Not only was it shedding hair like crazy when he held it in his hands, Fu Xiting didn't like this furry creature, but he really couldn't say he liked it very much.

The first cat was simply kept at home because it was shameless and kept eating and drinking for a long time.

As for the second one raised by Jiang Yi, Fu Xiting can occasionally touch and hold it? Forget it.

The cats in the house purred one after another. Fu Xiting bypassed Jiang Yi and went to the guest bathroom on the first floor. When the sound of running water sounded, Fu Xiting's call also sounded: "Okay, come here and wash your hands."

Jiang Yien grunted and agreed very quickly, but the movements in his hands showed no intention of stopping.

Fu Xiting sighed helplessly, stepped forward to pick up Jiang Yi, and pulled him into the bathroom.

The moment the water fell on the back of his hand, the cell phone in Fu Xiting's pocket rang. Jiang Yi was conscious and washed his hands. Fu Xiting took a tissue and dried his hands before picking up the phone.

Presumably it was difficult for Jiang Yi to hear the call, so the man took his cell phone and left the bathroom.

And Jiang Yi only heard a low voice.

One word, concise and concise.

I don't know what was said on the other side, but Jiang Yi saw the man lighting a cigarette through the glass door of the bathroom, his brows furrowed, without any unnecessary emotion.

This call came from Meng Shu's doctor. The other party told Meng Shu that she had been diagnosed with moderate depression. In 10 years, the word depression has not been popularized. When Fu Xiting came into contact with this disease, he was abroad, the wife of a foreign boss.

She suffered from postpartum depression and committed suicide several times.

Now, when the doctor diagnosed Meng Shu with depression, the strings in Fu Xiting's mind suddenly became tense.

"Sure?"

"Judging from the diagnosis, it's certain," the doctor said.

Does Fu Xiting believe it?

Naturally, he didn't believe it. In his eyes, Meng Shu had become a scheming character. There was nothing she couldn't do to gain freedom. It was not like she had never done anything like deception and bribery.

And it’s easier to do than anyone else.

Fu Xiting occasionally thought that Meng Shu's existence was really worthy of the word "lady" among everyone.

Fu Xiting hung up the phone and called Guan Qing to ask him to take a psychiatrist to Meng Shu.

And I was told to bring a few more.

When Guan Qing heard this, he felt that the matter was serious, so he cautiously asked: "Did something happen?"

"The doctor said that Meng Shu is suffering from severe depression. Please take the doctor to see if it is true."

Guan Qing was stunned, said he understood and hung up the phone.

He didn't know whether to pity Meng Shu or Fu Xiting. No one was the winner in the back-and-forth between mother and son.

Both Meng Shu and Fu Xiting paid a heavy price in this relationship.

With Fu Xiting's methods, if Meng Shu was a subordinate, she would have died a thousand times ago.

But it happened that this person took up the identity of his mother and acted recklessly, doing evil and not repenting.

But Fu Xiting, after all, has no determination to kill his mother.

Endure again and again, retreat again and again.

Meng Shu probably caught on to his mentality, so she kicked his nose and face again and again.

Jiang Yi came out of the bathroom, and Fu Xiting happened to put his cigarette in the ashtray.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yirourou asked calmly.

"A little thing," Fu Xiting responded lightly.

Jiang Yi was not a person who liked to ask questions. After hearing what Fu Xiting said, he knew the deeper meaning and nodded: "You go and do your work. I'll go run around twice."

"It's hot, go to the gym downstairs." On a hot summer day, I open the door and stand for a few minutes, even if I don't do anything, I'm still covered in sweat.

Jiang Yi likes to run in the yard, which Fu Xiting really can't understand.

The latter nodded and agreed to Fu Xiting's proposal.

That night was a torment for Meng Shu. Guan Qing and seven or eight psychiatrists bombarded her in turn, leaving this person who was locked up in the villa without freedom on the verge of collapse.

Almost shouting.

"Assistant Guan Te," Wen Qi looked at him, feeling anxious in his heart.

If this continues, she is worried that something will happen to Meng Shu. If something happens, it will not be easy for everyone.

Although Meng Shu has made mistakes over the years, she is Fu Xiting's biological mother.

"I heard from the housekeeper, you and I are both laborers. If you make things difficult for me, I will also make things difficult for you." Guan Qing is used to treating others the same way they treat others.

It’s difficult for everyone.

It's not easy for anyone.

"But——-," Wen Qi wanted to say something, but hesitated.

All I can think about is Meng Shu's recent state of almost not eating or drinking.

At eleven o'clock, the doctors who came had already completed a round of screening. Of the eight doctors, six diagnosed with severe depression and two with mild depression.

In summary, Meng Shu is depressed.

When Guan Qing told Fu Xiting the news, the man on the other side was silent for a long time.

It took a long time before he said: "I know."

"Let the doctor withdraw and leave the original doctor to treat her."

On July 10th, when Fu Xiting went out in the morning, he looked at the perpetual calendar and found that everything was fine.

When Jiang Yi woke up this morning, he had a slight cough. Fu Xiting went back and forth, pouring several glasses of water for him, moistening his throat and stroking his back.

The person who was originally scheduled to go out at seven o'clock had to postpone it until eight o'clock.

Fang Chi smoked one cigarette after another downstairs.

The summer of 2010 was hotter than in previous years. Yuyuan Garden is located between mountains and forests, surrounded by green trees all year round. It can be regarded as a summer resort in the capital. But even so, standing in the shade of Fangchi under the shade of the trees, the heat wave was still rolling.

Looking around, apart from the lush trees, the only living creatures that can be seen are the two lucky cats in Yu Garden.

Two cats squatted lazily by the window, hiding from the morning sun while cleaning their hair.

Fang Chi looked at it and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Life is good, life is indeed good.

The lives of these two cats are truly enviable.

At 8:21, the host arrived late.

The hostess followed behind her in a chiffon dress, with her long hair pulled back casually. Before leaving the main house door, the male host took the parasol from the servant, opened it, and landed it on the head of his lover.

Has Fu Xiting ever held an umbrella for anyone?

Never.

Fang Chi can give a definite answer.

A wealthy businessman who dominates the country is always the object of vassalage no matter where he goes. People who want to support him line up from the capital to London.

But Jiang Yi is the only one who can make Fu Xiting hold an umbrella.

The two walked slowly towards the car, and Fang Chi opened the door quickly with quick eyes and hands.

In the car, as soon as Jiang Yi sat in, he was covered in sweat, and the makeup on his face slowly dripped down with the sweat.

Fu Xiting pulled out the tissue and handed it to her. Jiang Yi reached out to take it and wiped the sweat from his face.

In 10 years, Fu Xiting was very indulgent towards Jiang Yi. He drank ice water in the summer and wore stockings in the winter. He only said a few words about these. It was probably because he had been around the mall for a long time and had met many strong women in the mall, so he knew that they cared about his appearance.

Jiang Yi didn't have too many strict requirements on how to dress.

But 10 years later, I started to regret it.

Jiang Yi was in poor health. According to Yi Tian, ​​when she gave birth to Jiang Yi, she was angry with the old man of the Jiang family and gave birth to Jiang Yi before the full term. If Yi Tian was not a careful person and took good care of her,

Jiang Yi was afraid that he would have died a long time ago.

At this time, there was nothing wrong with Jiang Yi's body, and she herself didn't know about it. She lived a relatively unrestrained life, and she didn't have any taboos on iced coffee and iced beer.

When I found out, my body was not as good as before. I relied on traditional Chinese medicine for half a year to get better.

That morning, Fang Chi drove Jiang Yi to the company. He originally thought that Fu Xiting was going to the company, but he never expected that the man ordered him to turn the car around and go to the villa.