Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

The heat wave is rolling, and the sound of cicadas outside the villa is endless.

When Fu Xiting arrived, Wenqi seemed to have seen his savior.

Hurrying out, Fu Xiting was more eager to believe in Wen Qi than Wen Qi and Meng Shu. After all, in his opinion, this middle-aged housekeeper knew better than Wen Qi what the relationship between mother and child was.

He will not use cruel methods on his own son because of his own selfishness.

In the courtyard, the heat was rising. Fu Xiting stared at Wen Qi and said in a cold tone: "Are you sick?"

Wenqi didn't dare to hide it: "Yes."

When Fu Xiting heard this, he was not worried for a moment. Instead, he felt that Meng Shu had a great destiny, and that such a person who did many evil things and ignored human ethics looked like he would stay for a thousand years.

Fu Xiting stepped into the house, and as soon as he entered, his eyes were attracted by the dark room. Meng Shu had moved in here, and she had been living in the dark like a lonely ghost all day long. The curtains in the room were tightly drawn.

Strictly.

Not a single gap.

Fu Xiting approached, raised his hand, and pulled open the curtains. Meng Shu, who was sitting on the curtains, was blinded by the sudden amount of light.

She looked at Fu Xiting, the man who once called her mother softly, now stood in front of her, as if he was her enemy.

"If I die, will you let me enter the Fu family cemetery?" Meng Shu has fantasized about this question countless times since she was thrown into the villa by Fu Xiting, and the answer every time is yes.

But at this time, she didn't want a definite answer of her own. She wanted to know Fu Xiting's answer.

Enter the Fu Family Cemetery?

Fu Xiting's hand hanging by his side curled slightly.

Recalling the killing that day in her mind, Meng Shu lay on the ground, crying heartbrokenly, begging him to let go of the man who was flirting with her.

Let him go?

He wanted to kill him at that time, how could he let him go.

Meng Shu cried and begged, but he was indifferent. So, the moment fear surged into his heart, Meng Shu's screams gradually became crazy.

She screamed, trampling on the deceased man, insulting him as cold-blooded and emotionless as his father, as indifferent as a lonely ghost coming out of hell, saying that his father was not worthy of being a husband.

The family's life was just like a year, and Fu Yan didn't give her any care except giving her supplies.

She had long wished that he would die. Only when he died could she be freed.

And the man who was flirting with him was praised by her as a rare thing in the world.

But she forgot that the first wife of the man whom she praised as the best in the world ran away because she couldn't stand the domestic violence.

Who would be willing to bring their daughter to work as a janitor if they didn't have money?

It was such a filthy guy who became the gap between mother and son that they could never cross in their lifetime.

On this day, Fu Xiting asked her: "If I let you in, are you worthy?"

"Am I not worthy?" Meng Shu suddenly opened her eyes.

Then he nodded slowly as if he remembered something: "Yes! I don't deserve it. You are indeed qualified to blame me. I am not a good mother."

"It's good that you know," Fu Xiting's ruthlessness was gradually developed in Meng Shu.

And the latter seems to be used to it.

"Shiyue is back," Fu Xiting stared at Meng Shu and informed him of the fact that Shiyue was back.

Meng Shu was startled, her stunned eyes fell on Fu Xiting, and her tone was a little urgent: "Where is it?"

The man's eyes changed suddenly. Over the years, he had restricted Meng Shu's freedom, but he had never treated her badly financially. What he never thought was that it was precisely because of his right treatment that Meng Shu had helped her from time to time over the years.

Every month, large sums of money were deposited into her account.

And Zheng, Zheng is also the reason why Shi Yueneng still has the nerve to come to her door.

If Meng Shu were not his mother, it would be a pity to die.

"Are you happy that she is back?" Fu Xiting's voice was as cold as ice.

"Why can't I be happy? That child is more like my child than you," Meng Shu could never accept Fu Xiting's behind-the-scenes methods. Shiyue had no intention of being a flower of interpretation when she was at the Fu family in those years, accompanying her.

Obedient, well-behaved, and sensible.

And what about Fu Xiting and his son?

Gloomy, indifferent, never caring about anyone, only focusing on himself.

"Wait until you put your poisonous hand on her and kill her before you say this."

The man's tone was quite solemn, and he stared at Meng Shu with indifference. He stared at Meng Shu, and there was no emotion left in his heart. Those emotions had been exhausted in his early years, and what was left was

There is nothing but hatred.

A tiger's poison cannot eat its seeds, but she————.

Forget it, don’t mention it, bringing it up again will only increase your heartache.

"You came today to see me, right?" Meng Shu already knew Fu Xiting's behavior. He would go to the Three Treasures Hall for everything, and even pretend to come back to have a few meals with her before the wedding.

After the marriage, after the conflict between her and Jiang Yi, Fu Xiting lost even the last bit of patience with her.

The saying "after marrying a daughter-in-law, you forget your mother" could not be more appropriate to apply to him.

In July of this year, Fu Xiting came to see Meng Shu with a mission. In his sleep last night, this wealthy businessman had a complicated dream. In the dream, he and Jiang Yi had a child. But then he thought

, the child died, in the hands of Meng Shu.

The face in his infancy is his own.

He woke up in vain, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open and recalling the dream just now, with cold sweat dripping down his back.

Recalling my miserable childhood, my heart felt in vain.

Meng Shu is so powerful, what he has done runs through his entire life.

Even though she no longer has the ability, her words and deeds are still like a brand in his heart that cannot be dissipated.

This was in July 2010, nearly a year after Fu Xiting’s marriage.

Meng Shu was sitting on the sofa in the villa and heard such words.

Fu Xiting looked at her and said in an extremely calm and indifferent tone: "The person who loves you and the person you love are dead, is there any meaning in your life?"

Meng Shu's heart sank: "What do you mean?"

Does Fu Xiting want her to die?

The man curled his lips indifferently: "Literally."

Fu Xiting looked down at her: "If you dare to unite with Shiyue to come to me and do evil, I will file your bones into ashes."

Meng Shu, who was sitting on the chair, turned pale in an instant and was trembling all over.

Fu Xiting stared at him in astonishment: "For a Jiang Yi, you want to kill me?"

For a Jiang intention?

No, no, no, if Jiang Yi doesn't take the blame, how can he be willing to let Jiang Yi take the blame?

Based on his understanding of Jiang Yi, she was already kind enough to Meng Shu, a person who repeatedly provoked him.

If she was not merciful, Meng Shu would have died a thousand times ago.

Speculate about her?

He couldn't bear it.

Fu Xiting raised his lips and smiled slightly: "You know? Your brain is really not worthy of your birth. I want to kill you, how can Jiang Yi stop me? If I don't want to kill you, how can I be a Jiang Yi?

Can you encourage me?"

The implication of Fu Xiting's words was his own decision and had nothing to do with Jiang Yi.

"Although the relationship between mother and son was bad before Jiang Yi came in, it was not so bad that he wanted to kill himself. Jiang Yi had only been here for a mere year and you wanted to kill me. You also told me that this matter has nothing to do with it.

She has no connection."

"Fu Xiting, no matter how dirty I am, I am still your biological mother. You are the meat that fell from my belly. Can you change this fact? Can you change the fact that you are my son? You can't, even if

Things have happened, and you can't erase the fact that you and I are the same kind of people, and this is your fate."

Meng Shu spoke indiscriminately and glared at Fu Xiting with eyes wide open as if she wanted to kill him. Did his arrogant words make Fu Xiting angry? No, it seemed that he already knew that this was Meng Shu's true face.

Those tender moments are all pretend, all fake.

The man suddenly smiled, and his smile spread like a knife: "Swear! After all these years, do you think I am still the child who will be sad because of your few words?"

After Fu Xiting said that, he turned and left.

The straight back felt nothing but loneliness.

He loves Jiang Yi more than Meng Shu

A mother who plays a villainous role in his life is far inferior to a wife who gives him warmth.

In the living room, Wen Qi closed his eyes helplessly as he listened to Meng Shu's heart-rending voice. For a moment, he didn't know whose fault he was commenting on.

"Stop her medication."

"Sir?" Wen Qi panicked.

Moderate depression can be controlled after taking medicine, but if it develops into severe depression, medicine will not be able to do anything by then. What awaits her is either madness or death.

The man's eyes glanced over, and Wen Qi didn't dare to say anything with a cold expression: "If Meng Shu is allowed to come into contact with Shiyue, you will pack up and leave."

Probably it was all the warm moments in the previous period that made him particularly nostalgic, so at this moment, Fu Xiting was committed to burying all dangers in the cradle and preventing them from emerging.

He cannot tolerate anyone destroying his marriage.

…

"Mom, who was that person just now?"

In the tea room, Jiang Si watched a figure with long hair leave. He had probably never seen this person in the upper class circles of the capital. He couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"A painter," Xu Zhi responded casually.

"Where did this painter come from? He's so young? There are so many rich young men in this capital who like this painting, so why don't they fight over it?"

Jiang Sike was very aware of the urinary behavior of the young men in the capital. He claimed that he liked literary and artistic young people, but when he was dancing, he only looked at those with big breasts.

At this time, Shiyue looked like an artistic young woman, but her figure was indeed protruding forward and backward. Isn't that just the ambition of those young gentlemen?

During the day, he would take the young artistic woman out to show off, and at night, he would have a great time dancing with Cha Cha.

"Who says it isn't? I heard a few days ago that a certain boss bought a painting from him for more than 10 million." Xu Zhi picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, his tone was calm and expressionless.

It seems that more than ten million is not money.

But Jiang Si, a female college student who had not even left school, was naturally surprised when she heard about this villa: "How much?"

"More than ten million?"

"Is she worth more than Van Gogh?"

Jiang Si was completely shocked: "Why didn't she grab it?"

Xu Zhi glanced at her as if she had no future: "You remember, it is illegal to rob a bank, but it is not illegal to rob a man. A woman's beauty and everything in this life combined are the best, and she is just a good person."

It’s just taking advantage of one’s own strengths. There are many women in this capital who know how to take advantage of their own strengths.”

"Who is that person you just talked about?"

She wanted to know who would spend more than 10 million yuan to buy a painting of an unknown person.

"Chengwen," Xu Zhi responded.

Jiang Si:……

"Why did she come to see you?" Jiang Si was curious.

Xu Zhi took out a ticket for an art exhibition from the side and put it on the table and clicked it.

Jiang Si understood immediately at first glance that he was inviting her to the art exhibition.

"Why did she come to invite us to the art exhibition?"

"Women like them will never do something for no reason. Once they do it, it will be profitable and purposeful."

"Then shall we go?"

"Of course, how do you know what kind of medicine she is selling in her gourd?"

On July 17, the first day of the first anniversary of Fu Xiting and Jiang Yi's marriage, Jiang Yi woke up from his sleep in the early morning and sat up. Fu Xiting was so startled that he almost came out of his body: "What's wrong?"

The man asked eagerly but did not receive any answer. He saw Jiang Yi sitting up from the bed and pushing away the quilt in panic. When he saw the scarlet color on the bed, he had a desperate expression on his face.

"Auntie is here?" Fu Xiting glanced at Jiang Yi, and for a moment he didn't know whether to laugh or sympathize with her.

Did you wake up from a dream early in the morning just because your aunt came and soiled the bed?

"The bed is dirty," Jiang Yi was a little distressed.

Fu Xiting was quite indifferent: "If it's dirty, it's dirty. Clean yourself up first."

"The mattress must be dirty too," Jiang Yi added.

Fu Xiting added: "It's just dirty as long as it's dirty, it won't bother you."

As the man spoke, he reached out and picked her up and headed to the bathroom.

Face full of tenderness.

I wasn't at all dissatisfied because I was woken up in the morning. On the contrary, I was completely distressed.

"Are the sheets going to be changed?"

"There will be servants to change."

"But what should they do if they see the blood on the mattress?" Jiang Yi asked again.

Fu Xiting replied: "You can see it when you look at it."

Jiang Yi stared at Fu Xiting, wishing he could pry open his brain at this moment to see if it contained steel bars, straight man!

Fu Xiting's words were originally spoken unconsciously, and there was nothing wrong with asking and answering them, but the look in Jiang Yiting's eyes that wanted to stab him could not be ignored.

"Ashamed?"

Jiang Yi thought to himself, Fu Xiting would be more handsome if I didn't have this mouth.

It's a pity that a good-looking man has a long mouth, which makes the scenery look bad.

"Be good, don't be in the way. I'll clean up later." The man comforted her softly.

Jiang Yi originally thought it was just a word of comfort, but when she turned around and packed herself up and came out, she saw Fu Xiting lifting the sheets and wiping the blood on the mattress with a half-dry and half-wet towel.

Deal with the mess seriously.

At that moment, something seemed to explode in Jiang Yi's mind.

She still remembered that when she was young, she stained the bedsheets during her period. Although Zou Yin never scolded her, he did tell her to be careful because washing the bedsheets was a waste of time, and she happened to be very busy.

At this moment, looking at Fu Xiting sitting by the bed carefully handling the blood stains, his heart was inevitably turbulent.

When a young girl who has not been carefully cared for meets such a husband as an adult, she will inevitably compare her with those in the past. Compared with the two, Fu Xiting is a complete winner.

Fu Xiting, Fu Xiting, is really a master of schemes.

Jiang Yi walked over slowly, stood behind the man, put her hand on his shoulder, and placed her chin on the top of the man's head, rubbing it slowly like a kitten.

Fu Xiting made a movement in his hands, put on his silk pajamas, and rolled up his sleeves as if they were about to fall down at any time: "Have you changed yet?"

Jiang Yi hummed.

"Go to the guest room and sleep a little longer?" The man glanced at the time and suggested gently.

"And you?"

The man had a free hand and slowly stroked the back of your hand: "If you are willing to let me put you down here, I can go sleep with you for a while."

Jiang Yi smiled faintly, bent down slightly and hugged Fu Xiting's shoulders. His playful tone sounded in his ears: "I choose to go to sleep together after you finish cleaning up."

Fu Xiting couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

He pushed Jiang Yi from behind to him, held his cheek and kissed him hard: "You are so cruel, honey, at five o'clock in the morning, you are abusing your husband,"

"Husband, do you know?" Jiang Yi stared at Fu Xiting charmingly, her tone slightly cunning.

"If there is a fight between husband and wife, if you put on clothes, it is domestic violence. If you take off clothes, it is not. In the same way, do you think I am abusing you now?"

Fu Xiting suddenly laughed and looked at Jiang Yi and shook his head: "If your aunt hadn't come, do you think I would let you go now?"

Jiang Yi kissed Fu Xiting, and her little pussy responded to his words: "I love my aunt, and my aunt makes me happy."

At eight o'clock in the morning, when Jiang Yi opened his eyes, Fu Xiting was no longer around, but the hot water bottle next to his belly was still hot.

She sat up, pulled her hair, opened the guest room door and went to the master bedroom.

Just then, Su Xin came out holding the quilt.

Embarrassment flashed across his face.

"Are you awake?" Fu Xiting's voice sounded behind him. The moment Jiang Yi turned around, he had not yet thought about what to do, but he had already stretched out his hand.

Muscle memory overcame her brain.

When Fu Xiting saw someone coming, he stretched out his hand to block Jiang Yi's movement: "I'm sweating."

Jiang Yi didn't bother, and touched his neck, which seemed to be moving comfortably.

"Are you going to see Chengwen today?"

"Well, if nothing unexpected happens," Fu Xiting responded.

"Art exhibition?"

"Not necessarily, it depends on my time," Fu Xiting followed Jiang Yi into the bedroom.

"You have a good rest at home today and don't go out casually." Fu Xiting told Jiang Yi.

An aunt is comparable to a patient in his eyes.

"I will take time to go to Jianzhou in the next two days, let me tell you in advance," Qian Xingzhi and the others stayed in Jianzhou for a long time. Although Jiang Yi didn't go, his heart was worried.

Going to Jianzhou is inevitable.

Fu Xiting waited for a long time for Jiang Yi to speak. Of course he knew that Jiang Yi had asked Qian Xingzhi and Si Han to go to Jianzhou. Even if Jiang Yi didn't say anything, Si Bai would have made some insinuations to get him to come up and yell a few words.

"Remember to come back, I'll wait for you in Yuyuan."