Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 294 295: He asked: When will he be back?

Jiang Yi sat on a chair at the door of the bar, looking at the police car parked on the street. Si Han casually took a cigarette and chatted about life.

The night light shines on Jiang Yi's face, with a somewhat erratic beauty, causing passers-by to cast their eyes on her.

Jiang Yi crossed her legs with a lazy posture. A black and white long-haired stray cat on the street carefully touched her feet, hooked its tail and circled her legs, trying to get a bite.

Jiang Yi had nothing to eat and wanted to reach out and touch it.

But in his mind, Fu Xiting's low voice scolded him.

He took his hand back immediately.

That’s it!

That man never liked her touching him randomly.

"I have no idea!"

In the car, there were constant sobs. Qian Xingzhi probably had been wandering abroad these years and had seen many things about life and death. He felt a little compassion for this kind of girl who was crying and in sorrow, and asked him from his pocket.

He took out a tissue, took out one, shook it, carefully folded it into a square and handed it to the girl.

The girl was surprised, as if she didn't expect Qian Xingzhi to hand her the paper.

When no one took it, Qian Xingzhi moved his hand forward again: "Take it!"

"Who do you belong to?" The girl took the tissue and twitched it.

"It's obvious, isn't it?" Qian Xingzhi responded to her question ambiguously.

The girl looked at her twitchingly: "I have never done anything to destroy Lin Qinghe's family."

Qian Xingzhi played with the tissue box in his hand: "Your existence is already destroyed."

The girl didn't understand why: "But even if there isn't me, there are others in front of me."

"In this world, there are many sentences that describe bad timing. Feng Tang Yi Lao, Li Guang Nan Feng, aren't they all bad luck? If you have to make a distinction between right and wrong, I can only say that you are unlucky."

"Although there are so many seniors in front of me, and each of them has achieved success and retired, but if I don't reach perfection when I come to you, then I have flaws, and these flaws cannot be changed."

"I advise you to think about yourself, otherwise, you won't even be considered a stepping stone," Qian Xingzhi's advice was calm.

"Will you help me?" the girl choked with sobs.

Qian Xingzhi's fingertips moved slightly: "It depends on your value."

The implication is obvious.

Look at your worth. Only those who are worthy can live, and those who are worthless... don't deserve it.

"What do you need me to do?"

…

That day, Fu Xiting was chatting with Fang Chi about Meng Shu in his study, when he received a text message from a friend in the shopping mall.

The words are concise and concise, without too much nonsense, just a photo of Jiang Yi petting a stray cat.

Fu Xiting didn't pay attention at first and didn't think there was anything wrong with it. But after he took a closer look, he realized that he saw the difference.

Jiang Yi was wearing a V-neck short-sleeved shirt that day.

When I bent over to pet a stray cat, my spring was revealed.

It's fragrant.

Fu Xiting's eyes darkened.

A mature man would naturally not call the person who sent the photo and ask him to delete the photo, but if you let him pretend that he didn't see it, it seems impossible.

Fu Xiting's handling method is relatively appropriate.

He calmly sent this photo to Jiang Yi.

It took about three to five minutes to ensure that Jiang Yi saw the photo before making such a call.

The moment Jiang Yi received the call, he knew he was going to be lectured.

I never thought about it, but it turned out to be true.

Within a few minutes, the man called.

When some tactful words were heard, Jiang Yi was silent for a few seconds.

He admitted with a great attitude that he was careless and the love affair was leaked.

Such a well-behaved and sensible person made Fu Xiting a bit unbelievable.

So, he asked.

"Where?"

Jiang Yi took all precautions but failed to guard against it. He thought that everything would be easy if he was obedient, but he didn't expect it.

Fu Xiting asked anyway.

Jiang Yi raised his eyes and glanced at the street signs around him, and saw Si Han taking out an envelope from his pocket and handing it to someone.

"Chunxi Road."

“Bar Street!”

As soon as Jiang Yi's words came out, Fu Xiting came up with these words.

She touched her nose awkwardly: "Yes."

"What time will you be back?"

"Not necessarily." It's hard to say. What time we get back depends on whether the person in the car will cooperate.

If you don't cooperate.

It was probably late at night.

"Jiang Yi——," Fu Xiting seemed to sense that Jiang Yi was doing something big, and the tone he called her was a bit forbearing.

"Husband and wife are birds of the same forest. If you hide something from me, won't you be afraid that I will leave you alone when death is imminent?"

Death is imminent?

These four words were really not good words for Jiang Yi. If others had said it, she would have argued with them, but when Fu Xiting said it, she somehow became more tolerant.

"The words "imminent death" apply to anyone, but not me. Is Mr. Fu so unsure of his wife?"

Jiang Yi asked back the question lightly.

At the beginning of August 2010, Lin Qinghe had a vague feeling that someone was secretly promoting all this, but he could not find the source.

At this moment, he was like an animal whose tibia had been broken by someone, and he could only wait there and be beaten passively.

The whip of the Machiavellian was struck over and over again, and he could only wail and scream, but there was nothing else he could do.

The person hiding in the dark pressed his face and rubbed it on the ground.

He couldn't find out who it was.

Just as Jiang Yi said, she will not be the one who is about to die.

That night, the Lin family was in turmoil.

The atmosphere in the Lin family's living room was gloomy.

Chen Zhi looked at the nude photos in the envelope on the coffee table. He didn't argue too much. On the contrary, his tone was very calm: "Really?"

Over the years, the relationship between Lin Qinghe and Chen Zhi has become pitifully weak. If not for the support of family ties and interests, the two would have fallen apart long ago.

Lin Qinghe did not hide Chen Zhi's inquiry and responded with gratitude.

This gesture of gratitude was neither light nor heavy, but it did make Chen Zhi feel as if something had pricked his heart.

She stared at Lin Qinghe, her eyes indifferent and pitiful, like a machine without any emotions.

"Where are the people?"

"Sent abroad," Lin Qinghe responded.

"Sure?"

Lin Qinghe sighed and nodded.

Chen Zhi was silent for a while, lifted the teapot on the coffee table and poured himself a cup of tea. Next to the tea set, a Heart Sutra was placed sideways in the reading corner. It had obviously been read many times.

The hot tea fell into the cup, and Chen Zhi opened his thin lips to analyze the whole thing: "The fact that the other party did not blatantly expose this matter proves that there is still room for redemption, or in other words, she knows you

You are about to take office soon, and if any powerful scandal breaks out, the higher-ups will keep you alive, so I chose this method."

The sound of running water seemed a bit noisy in the quiet living room.

With the steam rising, Chen Zhi added: "I asked, there are more than 2,000 upper-class households in the capital, and every household received this envelope today."

"Lin Qinghe, they are not here to ruin your reputation. They are here to slap your spine and make you live in this world as neither a human nor a ghost. There is Zhao Zhen in front of you and you behind. Think about this.

Who does it have to do with?"

Chen Zhi was also a strong-willed young lady from a wealthy family in her early years.

Marrying Lin Qinghe means marrying down.

If I hadn't thought that he was a potential stock, he would be easy to control.

How is it possible to marry him?

In the first forty years of her life, she never felt that she had chosen the wrong person in her life.

When she looks back, she has already reached the 50th anniversary of her life. If she tries to overthrow it and start over again, it will undoubtedly cost her half her life.

Simply, stay in this broken marriage.

She chose to remain silent.

Mention Zhao Zhen.

Lin Qinghe's face looked a little cold.

Looking at Chen Zhi, he spoke carefully: "What do you mean? This matter has something to do with Jiang Fu?"

Chen Zhi picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea, looking at Lin Qinghe: "Maybe Jiang Fu is still alive."

"Impossible, there are no bones left, how can you still be alive?"

"It is precisely because there are no bones left that it is possible to live," Chen Zhi's calmness was in sharp contrast to Lin Qinghe's excitement.

At this moment, Chen Zhi felt inexplicably that he and Lin Qinghe were not the same person.

What's more, she felt that everything Lin Qinghe did had nothing to do with her, and that there was a kind of prosperity and loss for both.

She didn't care about it at all.

"What about her? As long as a person is alive, there will be traces. Zhao Zhen has checked so many times and failed to find out, so he came here."

"Your statement is completely a theory of ghosts and gods."

Lin Qinghe refuted Chen Zhi's words.

And what about Chen Zhi?

Silence fell.

It seems that he is not prepared to have too much entanglement with Lin Qinghe on this matter.

After all, Lin Qinghe didn't discuss it with her when he did this.

Only later did she learn that Lin Qinghe had sent a national-level talent to hell for his so-called future.

It would be better if this matter was covered up tightly.

But if this matter comes out.

Death is certain.

Just die by yourself, maybe it will also implicate the nine tribes.

This year, Lin Qinghe was fifty-six years old, with only four years left before retirement.

In the past four years, if I can go up, I can go up.

But if you don't go up, you can only stay where you are.

"That's right!" Chen Zhi drank the last sip of tea from the cup.

He stuffed the nude photo back into the envelope and slowly pushed it to Lin Qinghe.

It seemed that this matter was Lin Qinghe's alone and had nothing to do with her.

Just about to get up and leave.

The phone rang and she reached out to pick it up.

On the other side, a student choked up and said: "I have been with Lin Qinghe for more than half a year. In the past six months, he has brought me to meet many people that I can only see on TV. Those people often sit at the dinner table and do nothing but talk about work.

Outside, there are all kinds of shady hobbies, and I was once sent to someone else's bed by Lin Qinghe."

"Do you have evidence?" A man's voice guided her.

"Yes, my other mobile phone at home contains the photos I took and the chat history with the other party."

"Where?"

"The secret compartment of the bedside table."

The phone call was hung up.

Before Chen Zhi could react while holding the phone, he realized that it was a virtual number.

The couple's eyes met in the air, as if they had just realized the seriousness of the matter.

It would be fine if only Lin Qinghe was involved.

But————other people are also involved.

The most taboo thing among aristocratic families is not wiping their butt clean, causing the smell to spread to other people's yards.

If this is involved.

As long as the Lin family is done with it, the Chen family probably has to be left alone too.

"You're giving her to someone else? Lin Qinghe, you are really seeking death in all kinds of ways," Chen Zhiran became angry.

He picked up the envelopes on the table, took his cell phone and strode toward the door.

Chen Zhi, who was ready to leave her alone just now, seems to be unable to leave her alone now, right?

When the time comes, she will still have to pay the price.

Lin Qinghe followed closely behind.

"Go to her apartment."

After hearing this, Lin Qinghe pulled Chen Zhi's arm: "Aren't you afraid that this is a trap?"

"Aren't you afraid? Do you really think that I am omnipotent and invincible? The other party is grabbing your neck, pressing your head and rubbing it on the ground. If you don't throw yourself into a trap to draw out the other party's true face, are you going to wait here and be beaten passively?"

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that this phone call was intentional.

If it wasn't intentional, how could this phone call happen?

Moreover, the content of the chat was so cryptic, no doubt he wanted to inform them of their whereabouts.

If you don’t face the crisis head-on, who will know what the next step will bring to you.

Zhao Zhen has learned from the past.

Things never turn around and you won't be given multiple opportunities. If you don't seize it once, it will be even more difficult to wait for the next one.

Chen Zhi felt that there might be an opportunity in front of him.

The couple drove all the way to their destination.

Lin Qinghe was obviously familiar with this road. He knew exactly which road was closer and which road had no traffic lights.

Chen Zhi sat in the passenger seat and was speechless for a moment.

His face was as ugly as if he had worn the soles of his shoes for decades, and it was so black that he couldn't see clearly.

During the break at the traffic light, Lin Qinghe looked sideways at Chen Zhi, with a tangled expression on his face. He tossed and turned and wanted to say something, but every word he said was blocked by Chen Zhi's indifference.

All communication between the two stopped in silence.

"Who is involved in this matter?"

"There are many, you have seen them all," Lin Qinghe didn't hide anything. When Chen Zhi heard this, he closed his eyes hard.

It seemed like I was going through a huge struggle inside.

At eleven o'clock at midnight, some people are in bed preparing to fall asleep, while others are running for a small future on the road.

At eleven o'clock, Fu Xiting came out of the study and pressed the internal line to ask Suxin to pour water, but the servant who came up was the night watch servant. Fu Xiting asked softly: "Where is Suxin?"

"The housekeeper is not feeling well today. He went to rest earlier. If anything happens, sir, I will call him."

Fu Xiting took the cup from the servant's hand and said no thanks.

"Leave the lights on in Yu Garden at night, and my wife has not returned home yet," Fu Xiting did not explain in many words that day. He only whispered to the servant before going to bed.

Like a husband waiting for his wife to come home.

The servant heard this and asked cautiously: "Do you want to call me?"

Fu Xiting's hand holding the cup fell in mid-air, urging? No need.

She just went to solve the problem, not to abandon him, nor to leave this home.

She is willing to handle everything on her own and settle the accounts of the past, so he should support her unconditionally.

Urgent?

It's a bit unkind.

The man picked up the cup and took a sip of water, with a firm tone: "No need, she will come back."

Don’t hoard articles~

(End of chapter)