Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Different paths to the same destination?

How can different paths lead to the same destination?

The real world is not like filming an idol drama. You can't come back after going around in circles. Even if you come back, you are here to take half of your life.

Jiang Yi and Lin Jingzhou are not even grudges in the world.

At most, it can only be a premature death in the world of mortals.

It's just an acquaintance who's blocked all the ways out and has no results.

"What did he say?"

As soon as Qian Xingzhi got in the car, Jiang Yi's faint questioning voice came.

"I didn't say anything," Qian Xingzhi responded without changing his expression, starting the car and heading back to Yuyuan.

It was not until a long time later that the matter was revealed, that Qian Xingzhi realized how damaging his concealment and failure to report today was.

The rain on October 8 came just in time.

The continuous hot weather was washed away by this autumn rain.

Jiang Yi came out of the police station and leaned on the back seat, lost in thought.

But often at times like this, Qian Xingzhi would not bother her.

Is this often the case?

many!

At least he saw it often during this short period of time.

"I have heard the story about you and Lin Jingzhou before."

Outside the car, the wipers were working and there was a slight sound.

The person who was closing his eyes to rest his mind laughed lightly when he heard Qian Xingzhi's words: "The rumors must be very beautiful."

The past between her and Lin Jingzhou was once a favorite story among many people.

It used to be a good story.

Now it seems that it is just a tool used by the Lin family to establish Lin Jingzhou's personality.

A person who wants to be in a high position in the future is not allowed to make any mistakes in life. Whichever path he takes and who he marries, he will eventually become a specimen.

And he himself is just a step in Lin Jingzhou's life.

It is true that he loves her, but this love is not pure.

"Most good things are not strong, and colorful clouds are easy to scatter and glass is broken," Qian Xingzhi responded to Jiang Yi in one sentence.

"People still have to have flaws. If they are too perfect, they will either be crazy or drive others crazy." Lin Jingzhou's external image is really too perfect, a humble gentleman, and we can learn from each other.

His elegant appearance makes it impossible to find any shortcomings. Others don't know it, but some people know that having no shortcomings is the biggest shortcoming.

"Compared to Lin Jingzhou, Mr. Fu is more suitable to be a husband."

Jiang Yi still closed his eyes slightly: "I thought you would name the third person."

Qian Xingzhi's hand on the steering wheel froze and he thought Jiang Yi was joking.

In a place like the capital, there is no shortage of high-end gathering places.

On this day, Jiang Si and several classmates booked a private room to have fun together.

While drinking, someone talked about Jiang Yi and sighed: "To think that the person we played with suddenly became a wealthy lady, and became someone we can't match. Life is really missing a lot of fun!"

"Who can say otherwise? If I had known she would become a noble lady, I would have to be restrained in everything I say. Even now, my mother is worried that Jiang Yi's old story will be brought up again, and Fu Dong will get angry and vent his anger on our family."

"The story of a third-rate young lady who suddenly became a wealthy lady could become an inspirational story if it were published."

"I don't know if I should say that Jiang Yi hides deeply! Or if I should say that Fu Dong is blind."

"There are so many wealthy ladies in the capital who look down on her, but they are interested in a third-rate woman with no ability."

"Who says it isn't?"

Everyone echoed every word, and each word they said was more unpleasant than the last.

Outside the box, Shiyue stood at the door wearing a light gray sportswear.

Looking at Jiang Si beside him: "Are they talking about Jiang Yi?"

"Yes," Jiang Si responded.

"This is an old story in the capital circle. It used to be talked about by everyone, but now, no one dares to mention it openly."

"Why?" Shiyue pretended to be curious.

Jiang Si sneered: "It's not because some people climbed onto the high branches, otherwise it could be for what reason."

"Jiang Yi?"

"You don't know?" Jiang Si was completely surprised.

I thought that someone as versatile as Shiyue would have known everything in between, but she didn't know.

Jiang Si seemed to have started a conversation that day, wishing to tell her all Jiang Yi's past.

With details.

When Shiyue came out of the box, it was already approaching ten o'clock.

When they were about to get in the car, Tao Juan informed her that Chengwen had gone to the apartment.

She hummed.

"Go back to the apartment directly or go back to the studio first?"

"Go back directly," Shiyue responded.

"Why don't you go back to the studio and do something?" Tao Juan said in a panic.

"Tao Juan, do you think that with my current status, what qualifications do I have to fight against the wealthy ladies from wealthy families in the capital? I am just a lover, and I am a lover no matter where I stand."

"As long as I have no personal interests involved with Chengwen, no matter what happens to me, he will consider how to give up on me. Only if I stand beside him openly and have actual interests involved with him, he will think about it if anything happens to me.

Please save me, protect me."

Shiyue seemed to suddenly understand why she was having such difficulty in the capital.

Jiang Si's words tonight were like a blow to the head: "If it weren't for her being a real wife, why would Director Fu care about her death?"

In this circle where interests come first.

Who would care about someone who has nothing to do with them?

On October 10th, the third day of continuous rain in the capital, the temperature dropped again and again, and he died prematurely.

It was over 30 degrees during the long holiday, but today it's only about 10 degrees, and there's not even a sun.

In the early morning, Jiang Yi got up holding the quilt.

With her long hair hanging loosely around her sides, she covered her face and sat on the bed and sniffed.

Years of experience living alone told her that the situation was not good.

She called Suxin to come up with a thermometer.

The housekeeper's worried eyes fell on Jiang Yi, who placed the thermometer under her arm in a familiar manner.

I took it out after a few minutes, and sure enough - thirty-eight point five.

"Madam," Suxin exclaimed.

First, he was worried because his mistress was ill.

Secondly, it was because the male host left early in the morning and informed that he was going to Sydney for a business trip for a few days.

At this time, Jiang Yi felt light-headed and the man holding the quilt leaned on the bed: "You have a headache, don't shout."

Fu Xiting is on a business trip.

She knows.

Last night, she was pressed and fucked several times, and she repeatedly begged for mercy. The latter responded that she would not see her for the next few days, so he wanted to drink some soup in advance.

What Fu Xiting drank was not soup, but his own essence.

Jiang Yi reached for the mobile phone on the bedside and called Fu Xiting. When he picked up the phone, he could faintly hear the rumble of the plane.

"Baby."

"I'm sick," Jiang Yi Nuonuo said.

It’s not like I was hiding it for fear of worrying others.

On the contrary, she wished Fu Xiting could find out early so that he could regret his crime of rubbing her last night.

"What's wrong?" Compared with the greeting in the previous sentence, the second sentence "What's wrong?" better reflects Fu Xiting's eagerness.

"I have a fever," Jiang Yi said pitifully, sniffing as he spoke, looking weak and pitiful no matter what.

"Where's Suxin? Have you called the doctor?"

"kindness--."

Fu Xiting's mind was still on work a second ago. At this moment, all his emotions were filled by Jiang Yi. The sound of fever made his heart fly back to Yu Garden.

As worried as Fu Xiting was, Su Xin was flustered. After all...the male master had given her countless instructions before leaving home, asking her to take good care of her, but she never thought of it!

When the husband walks on the front foot, the wife gets a fever on the back foot.

This speed is truly seamless.

This phone call was extremely long.

The scheduled airplane meeting was canceled directly because of this phone call.

All the vice-presidents in the East Courtyard looked at each other in confusion. They wanted to remind Fu Dong, but they knew very well that Fu Dong was worried about being a husband, so no one dared to speak out to persuade him.

In the past, Guan Qing could take the blame, but now he can take the blame and go back for paternity leave. Only a group of people who are afraid of death are left, hesitating and not daring to move forward.

There was a surprising harmony between the rumble of the plane and everyone's looks at each other.

The sigh was about to pass, and there was the sound of teacups clinking together.

Wu Jiangbai held a cup in one hand and turned over the documents in his other hand.

Seeing the several vice presidents in front of him making eye contact, he stretched out his hand and threw the document in his hand, and said in a low voice, with a calmness that only people who have come here have seen before: "Take a good look to prevent Mr. Fu from returning after landing.

This will prevent us from being forced to discuss things with our partners when we meet them.”

As soon as Wu Jiangbai said these words, the cabin instantly became quiet.

All thoughts in everyone's hearts were stopped by Wu Jiangbai's words.

They all put down the cups in their hands, picked up the documents, and started working hard.

The sounds that had stopped for a moment started to sound again. Fu Xiting was coaxing Jiang Yi with his mobile phone, but the coaxing sound was instantly stopped by the sound of work and discussion.

I knew it was work, but I couldn't do anything, so I had to take my phone and go aside.

During the several-hour flight, Fu Xiting was constantly on the phone.

The doctor comes, the doctor goes.

He clearly understood how to diagnose and prescribe medicine.

On October 10, Fu Xiting was on a business trip and Jiang Yi developed a high fever.

But when she was suffering from a high fever, she received a call from Lin Jingzhou.

Jiang Yi was surprised when the call came.

She dismissed the servants in the room and reached out to pick them up.

On the other side, Lin Jingzhou's tone was steady.

"Busy?"

"Lin Fan says what he has to say," Jiang Yi said, not wanting to chat with anyone.

"Let's meet!"

"What does Lin Fan want to talk to me about?"

"About Lin Qinghe," Lin Jingzhou's words were very cautious.

"Did Lin Qinghe ask you to come, or did you come yourself?"

"Is there a difference?"

"The difference is obvious, why should Lin Fan pretend to be like me?"

As the two of them were going back and forth, Lin Jingzhou probably still had some affection for Jiang Yi in his heart, and every word he said was cautious, but Jiang Yi was straightforward, straightforward, and neat.

At eleven o'clock, Jiang Yi took medicine and became a little drowsy.

But due to the fact that she had to meet guests in Yu Garden soon, she drank a cup of coffee after taking the medicine. Su Xin was so frightened that she wanted to stop her, but she didn't.

He repeatedly exclaimed Mrs.

"Everyone who has nothing to do with it leaves from the main house and lets the money flow through."

When Lin Jingzhou arrived at five minutes past eleven, he was not alone.

There is also his secretary beside him.

The two were about to step in when Qian Xingzhi stood in front of them like a mountain: "Yu Garden does not entertain guests easily. It is a kindness to let Lin Fan bring his secretary up today. There is no need to go in."

The secretary was stunned, knowing that Fu Xiting's Yuyuan Garden had a rule not to entertain outsiders.

He glanced at Lin Jingzhou and saw the latter nodded slightly.

The steps stopped at the corridor.

Lin Jingzhou came to Yu Garden for the first time, but even so, he had heard about the conditions of Yu Garden more than once from others.

The joy of mountains and forests is hidden in Yu Garden.

This is the holy land on earth that many people yearn for.

But not a single image of this holy land on earth has been spread, and people don't even have a direction to fantasize about.

On this day, Su Xin came out of the house and saw Lin Jingzhou nodding her head to say hello.

The latter responded slightly.

"Mr. Lin is the first guest at Yu Garden in autumn," Suxin said softly.

Lin Jingzhou nodded slowly and responded quietly: "This is my honor."

After the rain, the fragrance of osmanthus in Yu Garden came in waves, and the osmanthus that lingered in the nostrils seemed to remind Su Xin of something: "My wife loves osmanthus. At the end of last month, my husband had people rearrange the flowers, plants and trees in the yard, and moved them to new ones."

The few sweet-scented osmanthus plants that came over just took advantage of the autumn rain to grow well."

Su Xin said and moved her gaze towards her. When Lin Jingzhou followed her gaze, his expression darkened a bit.

"In this life, people will always give up the things they love for various reasons. In life, they will more or less give up their hobbies because of certain things. But my husband said that when people have the ability, they will give up their hobbies.

You should meet all your needs so that you won’t let down the hardships you have experienced along the way.”

Satisfy what you want?

Fu Xiting's deep meaning is definitely not as simple as satisfying what he wants.

Su Xin definitely didn't say this out of the blue.

He naturally knew that Jiang Yi loved osmanthus, and had thought about retiring in old age, buying a yard, and planting an osmanthus tree in the yard.

Every autumn, the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant.

Suxin's words undoubtedly wanted to tell him that there are some things that you don't need to wait until you get older to do them.

The autumn rain fell in patter, and Lin Jingzhou stood in the courtyard holding an umbrella, listening to Su Xin's soft words that seemed unintentional but were actually intentional.

"The north side of the yard used to be a lawn, but now it has become my wife's flower garden. My wife loves flowers, but she doesn't have much patience to take care of them. But she will be sad when the flowers die, so this place has become It’s the place where Mr. Lao will go every day after get off work.”

"The husband doesn't like flowers, but because his wife does, he just loves them."

"There are chrysanthemums planted on the outer edge of the flower garden. The origin of this chrysanthemum is not considered auspicious. In order to insult my wife, Mr. Lin Qinghe, the director of the translation department, sent someone to give a bouquet of chrysanthemums to my wife in public. My wife didn't think anything of it. On the contrary,

I took it home, dug a piece of ground with a hoe myself, and buried it in it. I thought that this half-species would definitely die, but I never expected to survive."

Lin Jingzhou was about to step in with a sharp pause.

Lin Qinghe, insult, these words can only make him tremble half a minute

Lin Jingzhou's words, which he originally thought would lead to the death of half of the species, completely stopped him in his tracks.

Half of the species, these words describe Jiang Fu.

She entered Jiang Yi's body halfway and thought she wouldn't live long, but the surviving chrysanthemum was her reference.

She will live and live well.

He came for Lin Qinghe, but Suxin said these words before he came in. Did she have ulterior motives?