Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 291 292 What do you think the relationship between Shiyue and Fu Xiting will be?

Others are others, and you are yourself.

Knowing that Fu Xiting was quite concerned about Meng Shu, she still rushed to become a lobbyist? Did she rush to get into trouble?

Zhou Wentang has not yet achieved his goal today. What he did not expect was that Jiang Yi's personality was inexplicably similar to Fu Xiting's. The old man always said that when looking for a wife or husband, you need to find someone with the opposite personality to your own, otherwise it will not be good for your family and school.

Harmony, and Fu Xiting and Jiang Yi! Their personalities are very similar. The only thing that is similar is that they are born to the same mother.

Zhou Wentang glanced sideways at Jiang Yi, who had a nonchalant look on his face. He looked so lazy that he almost pulled his hair and said, "I'm exhausted" to drive him away.

When did Zhou Wentang receive such treatment?

Not to mention the whole country, not even the whole world!

But this Jiang Yi was really a character, and the disgust around him almost overflowed, and his lazy and careless attitude almost waved him off.

Zhou Wentang rubbed his fingertips, and the atmosphere in the car became gloomy for a while.

At the end of August this year, Zhou Wentang met Jiang Ze at the Presidential Palace. When the Capital Qingliu and Lin Qinghe were waiting in the courtyard, he also sighed. After all, the Capital is a big dye vat. Whatever is clear and unclear will eventually be destroyed.

Bow to power.

And then again and again, sooner or later.

Now, with such a good opportunity in front of her, Jiang Yi just refused to accept it, and even pushed the hand you extended out. From this, it seems that she may not know about Jiang Ze's affairs.

With such a good opportunity right in front of us, how many people can only dream of it?

And what about Jiang Yi?

Shut out.

"Isn't Mrs. Fu curious about the relationship between Mr. Fu and your Excellency?"

Zhou Wentang tested Jiang Yi. If Fu Xiting told her about this, it proved that Jiang Yi still had some weight in Fu Xiting's heart. If he hadn't told her - he naturally didn't have to be so polite to others.

And how could Jiang Yi not see what Zhou Wentang meant.

Looking back at Zhou Wentang, his tone was tepid: "Secretary Zhou is testing me?"

"Mrs. Fu misunderstood," Zhou Wentang was shocked, and he thought more highly of this girl who was rumored to be unable to make it into the family.

He knew that Fu Xiting and Jiang Yi were married.

At that time, your Excellency planned to introduce the daughter of the next heir to Fu Xiting.

Rich families and high-ranking families are existences that are beyond the reach of the nieces of ordinary rich families in the capital. Their life since childhood has been cultivated according to the mistress of the house.

Such a person is more than enough to be the wife of the richest man.

But for Fu Xiting, one disadvantage is that it is difficult to control.

Once he accepts your "good intention", it means that Dongting Group will change from private property to half of public property.

It means that half of your country will be given away to others.

As smart as Fu Xiting, how could he not know all this?

There are policies from above, countermeasures from below, if you have ideas, Fu Xiting will take action.

Before your idea could be put into action, Fu Xiting found a girl from the most inconspicuous and despised family among the capital's wealthy families and got engaged. The betrothal gift was hundreds of millions, and he cut the mess quickly, and when you didn't react, the whole family got engaged.

He held a wedding banquet and wished that the global media would know that Fu Xiting had a fiancée.

There is a legend in the capital that the first person is a stranger and the second person is an unmarried couple.

And they got married again after being engaged for less than a month.

The speed is staggering, and some people once suspected that Jiang Yi was getting married with a ball. Otherwise, why was it in such a hurry?

"Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, Secretary Zhou should know better than me," Jiang Yi said sarcastically with a half-smile.

Zhou Wentang smiled sarcastically, his laughter covering up his embarrassment: "Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite. Mrs. Fu should be able to understand, right?"

"Understanding does not mean support. Secretary Zhou must have heard this sentence, right?"

When Jiang Yi said these words, Zhou Wentang's hands froze. Understanding does not mean supporting this sentence - it was his famous saying.

After being in this position for a long time, more and more people come to him to talk about something, to be accommodating, and he understands anyone's complaints, but does he support them?

not necessarily.

What people in this position need is not support, but real skills.

"Where did Mrs. Fu hear this sentence?"

When Jiang Yi finished saying this, he felt a little regretful. The habits of his previous life were deeply rooted in his bones. When he spoke, the words he said smoothly might be doubted by someone he had known before.

This thing happens many times.

Facing Zhou Wentang's question, Jiang Yi tilted his head with a faint smile: "I have read a lot of books, met a lot of people, and listened to a lot of words. If Secretary Zhou wants me to think about it, I can only say

I'm sorry."

Zhou Wentang was slightly stunned.

Jiang Yi had a nourished sense of wealth and laziness. This kind of temperament had not been seen when he first met her.

How long has it been since?

This sense of laziness and laziness that goes deep into my bones has penetrated deep into my heart.

The power of money?

Or the power of love?

Comparing the two, he is more willing to believe in the former, Fu Xiting!

He doesn't look like a man who loves others wholeheartedly.

Before Zhou Wentang and Jiang Yi could figure out what to do, they saw Fu Xiting strolling out of the tearoom door.

Jiang Yi saw Fu Xiting's figure through the windshield, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and looked at Zhou Wentang: "Secretary Zhou?"

This soft call with a bit of inquiry had a little meaning.

Zhou Wentang followed Jiang Yi's gaze and saw Fu Xiting strolling out of the door of the teahouse with a cigarette in his hand. The man held the cigarette in his right hand, his suit jacket hanging on his left arm, and his shirt sleeves pushed up high. It was approaching noon.

In this scene, Fu Xiting came out against the scorching sun.

Fang Chi saw it from the side, and quickly came over and took an umbrella out of the trunk, as if he wanted to protect Fu Xiting from the sun. The man reached out and opened the parasol that Fang Chi handed over, and handed him the suit jacket in his arms.

In a gentle tone: "Where's my wife?"

Fang Chi held an umbrella and responded from the side: "In the car, Secretary Zhou is also there."

Upon hearing Zhou Wentang's name, Fu Xiting took his hand off his lips and paused.

Immediately, the man's face turned cold, his feet quickened, and he walked towards the car parked aside.

Zhou Wentang, who was in the car, saw Fu Xiting's menacing aura and knew that Fu Xiting was here to settle a score with him.

He understood the situation, opened the door and got out of the car, stood beside the car and looked at Fu Xiting who was walking over.

He greeted politely: "Director Fu."

"Zhou Wentang," Fu Xiting called someone while holding a cigarette.

Zhou Wentang responded warmly: "Director Fu."

"The most valuable thing in life is self-knowledge. Even if my lover is born in a lowly position, you are not in a position to get involved."

Of course Zhou Wentang could hear that Fu Xiting was warning him. He still responded with a smile and said respectfully: "I understand."

No matter from any angle, he is not Fu Xiting's opponent.

Whether it's family affection or value.

This man is always above himself.

The man's narrow eyes narrowed slightly. Zhou Wentang took a step back and leaned over to open the door for Fu Xiting: "Director Fu."

In the car, Jiang Yi didn't hear what the two talked about.

But looking at this situation, we also know that Fu Xiting is crushing Zhou Wentang.

Fu Xiting got on the bus, bringing with it a wave of heat.

"Have you finished chatting?"

"What did Zhou Wentang tell you?"

The two of them spoke in unison, caring about each other.

"Nothing to talk about," Jiang Yi certainly would not be stupid enough to tell what Zhou Wentang said.

She has no control over the affairs between Fu Xiting and Meng Shu.

She is also unwilling to intervene in this matter. If Meng Shu was a mother who cared about her children, she could still act as a go-between to persuade her, but Meng Shu was not.

Not to mention that he only cares about his children, and he can't even be considered kind.

Jiang Yi didn't want to talk about this topic, nor did he want to elaborate. He said he was hungry and changed the subject.

At noon that day, Lin Qinghe was out socializing. As soon as he sat down at the wine table and exchanged greetings with others, before he got to the main topic, the door of the box was pushed open, and a waiter came in with a tray filled with large and small numbers.

Ten envelopes, the waiter told him that someone asked him to deliver them, but he didn't know who it was.

Somehow wondering who was responsible for the prank, the people at the dinner table casually picked up the envelope and opened it while muttering: "I want to see who is the one who made such a fussy move————."

The smiling words suddenly stopped.

The man looked at the contents of the envelope, and the smile on his face froze.

Then, he looked nervously at the person who had also opened the envelope. When their eyes met, the embarrassment almost overflowed.

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"What good thing? Made you two look at each other?" Lin Qinghe became interested and reached for the envelope as he spoke.

The person holding the envelope at first stuffed the item back and threw it back on the tray with a cry: "It's boring. What did I think it was? It turned out to be a menu. What's the point of making it weird?"

Lin Qinghe slowly retracted his outstretched hand and teased with a smile: "How can the store continue to do business if the store doesn't come out with fresh items these days?"

"Too."

Someone laughed and agreed.

On this table, if the position is high, it must be Lin Qinghe.

The people at this table were sitting around him.

From inside to outside, the whole table was supporting him.

During the break, someone left the dining table and went to the bathroom. The two people who opened the envelope in the corridor complained to each other: "What the hell, what you just saw is the same as what I saw?"

The latter nodded: "It should be."

"Whose prank is it? Isn't this meant to kill someone?"

"I'm more worried about whether this is true than who's prank it is."

"What if it is?"

The man pursed his lips. Everyone knew that Lin Qinghe's mother-in-law's family had a very high status.

He has been able to stand in this position all these years without the help of his mother-in-law and family.

If this is true - it's hard to say.

Look at that girl, she looks like a college student who hasn't left school yet.

As the circle gets bigger, there are all sorts of strange and weird birds, and these birds fly around, possibly causing harm to innocent people.

When the two of them walked out of the bathroom, they saw someone in the corridor holding zinc powder and talking happily about something. The two of them took a look and were absolutely certain that it was not a menu.

On the way back to the box, they casually grabbed two menus from the serving table, then picked up an envelope that someone else might have thrown on the ground and stuffed the menus inside.

Pretend that what they see is actually a menu.

Entering the private room, Lin Qinghe saw the two people coming in with menus and laughed: "Why did you bring them in again?"

"The waiter insisted on giving it to us. He probably wanted to promote it, but there was nothing we could do about it," the two said before casually throwing the things on the table.

Someone saw it and teased with a smile: "This waiter is really unprofessional. He didn't even know there were shoe prints on the envelope."

The man glanced at the dirty envelope and said, "It's not my fault. It wasn't held firmly when it was handed to me and it fell to the ground."

After the entertainment was over, a group of people left the box, with Lin Qinghe in front. When they walked to the corridor, he felt that everyone looked at him with a somewhat strange look.

And the joints are crossed and pointed.

That look in his eyes, as if he had done something evil.

Lin Qinghe's confused eyes fell on the secretary.

The secretary understood instantly, left the crowd, walked quickly to the side, and said something to the man.

The other party reluctantly handed over the thing in his hand.

He reached out and took the envelope and opened it, and was shocked to see the nude photos of Lin Qinghe and a female college student inside. Naturally, he had seen this female college student. The leader met a girl when he was socializing outside, and this girl had fun and was very happy.

debauchery.

The two became familiar with each other from time to time, and Lin Qinghe would take her with him to many occasions.

Recently, older people are more likely to have some special hobbies.

Some people cannot accept some special quirks, but others can accept them, and Lin Qinghe will definitely find someone who can accept them to cultivate her into his own sharp sword.

But what I really didn't expect was that the sword had been sharpened and was picked up in a pot before it was even unsheathed.

The secretary's expression was ugly. He glanced back at Lin Qinghe who was standing behind him. He didn't know what to say for a moment. After all, there were so many leaders standing beside him.

Just walk over and hand the thing to him.

Lin Qinghe took it and took a look.

His face instantly darkened.

The people standing behind him looked at each other in confusion for a moment.

Someone asked out of good intentions.

And Lin Qinghe only responded with silence.

"Let's take a step first," the secretary realized that something was wrong and walked away quickly.

After getting in the car, Lin Qinghe pulled the nude photo out of the envelope.

Only then did he see his resume printed on the back. What was his name, what department he was in, and how old he was? His life history was clearly written down.

"Asshole," Lin Qinghe was furious and threw the photo in his hand to the ground.

"Go find out who did it."

"Where else has this photo been spread?"

Lin Qinghe was so angry that he was shaking all over and his face turned pale.

As soon as I vented my anger, I received a call from the girl.

He only heard someone call him Mr. Lin tremblingly.

"Someone posted photos of you and me on our school's forum. What should I do? The school leader is now looking for me to come over and talk."

What is this called?

The house leaked and it rained all night, so Lin Qinghe didn't have a clear idea of ​​what was going on.

The call from the other party immediately made him panic.

"I understand. You go abroad first to avoid the limelight. Leave immediately. I'll have someone make arrangements."

After Lin Qinghe finished speaking, he glanced at the secretary. The secretary understood that if this matter got too ugly by then, then this girl would definitely be a breakthrough for the other party. Keeping him by his side would be a time bomb.

The capital has never been short of people who stir up trouble. As long as you give them some trouble, they can uproot the entire matter, and Jiang Yi took this opportunity.

Gave them a painful blow.

How big the ripples a stone can cause when thrown into a calm sea depends on how capable this melon-eating crowd is. Yes.

Yuyuan.

Jiang Yi stood in the study room, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a mobile phone in the other hand, browsing the school's official forum. Seeing the turmoil in the school's official forum, the smile on his lips never diminished.

Outside, the sun is shining brightly.

The weather was thirty-eight or nine degrees and the trees in the forest were all scorched by the sun.

Inside the house, the air-conditioning hit Jiang Yi's back.

The person standing by the window with a cup of coffee felt a chill coming over her, and she couldn't stand for a while. She turned around and walked to her desk.

Pick up the photo on the table and look at it carefully.

Power, money and reputation, no matter what they are, are enough to make people fall.

An ambitious female college student who has not left school.

If you want something, you will naturally get it through certain means.

That afternoon, when Wen Sirui entered Jiang Yi's study, he saw her with a cigarette dangling from her lips, holding a lighter and lighting a photo. She watched the fire light up in front of her eyes until the flames almost burned her fingertips.

Then, she slowly put the broken photo into the ashtray and watched the flames completely sweep them away.

"Shiyue sent a lot of afternoon tea to the company today. When the takeaway was delivered, we said it was confiscated because you were not here."

Wen Sirui stood aside and reported to Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi frowned when he heard Sirui's name.

He glanced sideways at Wen Sirui, who understood and reached out to close the door.

"What do you think is the relationship between Shiyue and Fu Xiting?"

What relationship could it be?

She had never thought about it.

In other words, he always felt that Fu Dong would not be the kind of person to go out and mess around with women.

To this day, Wen Sirui still thinks so: "Dong Fu doesn't seem to be a person with an unclean private life."

Jiang Yien made a sound and responded casually: "I didn't say that his private life was unclean, I was just asking what kind of relationship you think the two of them would have."

"It shouldn't matter. Could it be that you're overthinking it? Dong Fu doesn't seem to be a man who flirts with women."

Wen Sirui had heard rumors about Fu Xiting in the shopping mall. Those men only praised Fu Xiting, not belittling him. They praised him for being in a high position but being able to remain motionless.

At that time at the dinner table, everyone drank too much. When talking about this motionless scene, it sounded very charming.

"and you?"

"He doesn't go out to mess with flowers and grass, but that doesn't mean those flowers and grass don't come to provoke him. At this time, Shiyue and Fu Xiting must not have the simple relationship that you and I thought."

What Jiang Yi said is certain.

Even though she didn't see anything between Fu Xiting and Shiyue with her own eyes, the intuition between women told her that things were not simple.

"Brother Qian went to investigate, didn't he? Did he find out anything?"

"It's difficult to find out. Fu Xiting is a man who is good at erasing traces."

(End of chapter)