Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 318 319: Is this all I can do?

What's more, Fu Xiting is still being plotted at this moment.

There is a wolf in front of you and a tiger in the back, and if your opponent is strong, you may die.

It is not an exaggeration to say that there are internal and external troubles.

Jiang Yi's health is worrying, and the opponents outside are hot on his heels.

If he is a little careless, I am afraid that any decision made by Fu Xiting in Southeast Asia some time ago will be in vain. And the vice presidents of the Dongting Group who have followed him through life and death will also take risks in vain.

The opponent's strategies are intertwined, and on his side.

When the critical moment comes, the chain will fall off.

In this case, the chances of winning are slim.

"The painting is wrapped."

When Tao Juan entered Shiyue's office, she saw someone lowering his head and thinking about something.

"Leave it alone for now!"

"Your Excellency, Madam, came to us. Could it be that we have provoked someone recently?"

Shiyue has been thinking about how to gain a foothold in the capital during this time.

I didn't think about anything else at all.

Your wife's sudden visit today left her confused for a while.

It was as if I had fallen into a huge whirlpool.

She is in this vortex, but she doesn't know what role she plays or where she stands in this vortex.

Like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered on a sticky board.

If not, you will die.

Shiyue leaned on the chair and shook her head: "I don't know."

"What about us? Are we still going?"

Tao Juan was a little worried.

Although their studio has received ladies and young ladies from wealthy families during this period, most of these people came here for Chengwen. Without the identity of Chengwen, Shiyue's studio would have been open even after three to five years.

You can't enter this circle.

Of course you should cherish the things you got with great difficulty.

If you don't cherish it, the reputation and status you have in front of you will most likely disappear into thin air.

"Go, if you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't catch the tiger's cubs. If you don't go in and take a look, how will we know what kind of medicine she is selling in the gourd?"

…

Yuyuan.

The old Chinese medicine doctor came out of the bedroom and Fu Xiting came up behind him. He opened the door and asked, "How is it?"

"I have no choice but to keep it!"

"People with qi and blood deficiency are prone to fatigue. Mrs. Fu is obviously only in her 20s, but her internal organs are like that of an old man in her 60s. The inner core cannot support her current body, so she will be in a very empty state.

, the whole person has no energy, and it is easy to cause some minor problems."

"The physical condition brought in from the mother's womb is difficult to cure no matter how we regulate it in adulthood. The only way now is to take supplements and take medicine, and Mrs. Fu herself needs to exercise more to keep her body and mind comfortable."

Fu Xiting looked very ugly after hearing what the doctor said.

"Is there no other way?"

"No, Mr. Fu, please don't believe in any folk remedies."

The old Chinese medicine doctor looked at Fu Xiting and seemed to think he was very kind-hearted, and he was talking about popular science one after another.

Adhering to the belief that these rich people will do whatever they want because of their wealth, we popularized science and learned that there are many things in this world that cannot be reversed by money.

After Fu Xiting sent people away, he was not in a hurry to return to the bedroom.

Instead, he stood under the eaves and asked Fang Chi for a cigarette, then lit it with his fingertips. Fu Xiting had forgotten how many days it had been since he had smoked a cigarette in a serious manner.

The past few days of scheming and scheming and Jiang Yi's physical problems had made him exhausted to a critical point.

It seems like it only takes a moment to defeat him.

This day.

When Guan Qing went to Yu Garden with the documents, before he got off the car, he saw this man sitting under the eaves with his hands folded and lighting a cigarette.

His whole body was shrouded in decadence.

Where is there still half of the high-spiritedness of the past?

"Sir, your Excellency has asked Mr. Jiang."

"What to do?" Fu Xiting reached out and lit the cigarette ashes in the air.

"I don't know yet."

"There is also a situation with the Lin family."

"Say," the man said concisely and to the point.

"Zhou Wentang went to express condolences to Lin Qinghe this morning. The old lady of the Lin family insisted that Lin Qinghe's death was related to you in front of everyone, but Secretary Zhou didn't seem to give much reaction and defended you,

Said you were injured too."

Zhou Wentang?

Fu Xiting raised his hand and took a puff of cigarette.

His face looked gloomy.

"What else?"

"There is also the matter of Zhao Ying. Zhou Wentang brought Zhao Ying to the hotel. The two chatted for a while. It is said that Zhao Ying was a little confused when he came out. He fainted while walking and was beaten.

Taken to the hospital."

Fu Xiting narrowed his eyes slightly: "Dark mind?"

"yes."

"That's smart," the man sneered.

Appearing naked in someone else's coffin, the possibility of Zhao Ying staying in the capital was almost zero.

At this time, she doesn't pretend to be crazy or stupid, and finds a way out for herself.

What awaits her will be disaster.

The Zhao family is no longer what it is now. If Zhao Ying still wants to go over the mountains and make the Zhao family die faster, no one can stop him.

But if she wants to keep the Zhao family.

You don't have to do anything. Just become invisible in this fight between wealthy families.

Not participating is the best way to protect yourself.

"I'm very worried now about what Secretary Zhou will say to Zhao Ying." Guan Qing looked at Fu Xiting with a worried look on his face.

Fu Xiting raised his hand and took a puff of cigarette, his eyes blurred: "He can't."

"Why?"

"Zhou Wentang is a smart man. He follows Meng Qian and knows who Meng Qian is better than anyone else. Judging from Meng Qian's behavior during this period, in order to defeat me in this fight, any

Everyone is expendable."

"If you can sacrifice anyone, you can also sacrifice Zhou Wentang."

"If Zhou Wentang doesn't leave some escape route for himself at this time, his end will definitely be worse than those in Southeast Asia."

"Death is not terrible. What is terrible is dying unjustly and having nowhere to redress your grievances."

"What about the Lin family?"

Guan Qing is waiting for Fu Xiting's order.

The Lin family has been favored by Fu Xiting more than once. Now that Lin Qinghe has passed away, Mrs. Lin, in front of all the guests, insisted that Lin Qinghe's death was related to Fu Xiting. This matter is tantamount to crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, unloading the mill and killing the donkey.

If they don't take some action now, then in the future, anyone in the entire capital will be able to step on the Dongting Group's head.

"Get someone to come out and report him."

"To be able to land safely, I have to be willing."

Guan Qing understood, nodded and turned to leave.

Within an hour, the news media had already begun to publicize Lin Qinghe's life events.

What's more, some people directly threw out evidence.

Just like Zhao Zhen, he will never end well until death.

The moment the evidence was thrown out, the media rushed directly to the funeral home.

Since you can’t learn to shut up, then learn to pay for your actions!

Fu Xiting threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground, stood up and looked at Guan Qing standing in the yard, looked at the document in his hand, and told him to put it in the study.

Fu Xiting just entered the bedroom.

Hear low sobs and weak sounds of comfort.

Yi Tian was crying and Jiang Yi was comforting her.

This combination is really strange.

Jiang Yi leaned on the bed and continued to comfort Yi Tian.

Fu Xiting stood at the door, covering his lips slightly and coughing. Rather than sympathizing with Yi Tian's tragic experience, he was more concerned about Jiang Yi's body now.

Yi Tian's compassion was far less important in Fu Xiting's heart than Jiang Yi's health.

When Yi Tian heard Fu Xiting's cough, he stood up in a hurry, said "Let's chat" and left.

Fu Xiting sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Jiang Yi, whose face was pale and bloodless. He reached out and tried to hook the hair on her face behind her ears, but was slowly turned away.

"What did the doctor say?"

Fu Xiting took back his hand that was frozen in mid-air: "Diseases brought from the mother's womb cannot be cured, so we can only keep them."

Jiang Yi stared at Fu Xiting, as if waiting for him to continue.

"Yi Tian said you were born prematurely at seven and a half months. In those days, it was not easy to survive."

Jiang Yi understood. Ever since she entered Jiang Yi's body, she often felt powerless. No matter when she stayed up late studying at school or when she stayed up late working overtime after work, there was always a feeling that the physical strength of the body was not as good as the soul.

running speed.

Jiang Yi always felt strange.

I think that when she was in her early twenties, she could sleep only three hours a day and still be very active the next day.

But Jiang Yi couldn't do it with his body.

Even after seven or eight cups of coffee a day, I still can't resist the physical drowsiness caused by it.

Others were reborn as golden-fingered bosses, but she was reborn as a modern Lin Daiyu.

It's not okay here, and it's not comfortable there either.

"That's it?"

Fu Xiting did not dare to respond too much.

Jiang Yi felt a little dizzy.

"Is this all I can do?"

Facing Jiang Yi's cold questioning, Fu Xiting didn't know how to speak to ease the tense atmosphere.

The air in the bedroom was once so tight that it was hard to breathe.

Fu Xiting sighed slightly under Jiang Yi's silent gaze: "Your Excellency has found Mr. Jiang."

"when?"

"just!"

Jiang Yi's eyes were deep. Your Excellency went to Mr. Jiang this time just to use Mr. Jiang's time to deal with them. Is there anything you can do?

Or is it because he knows that he can't deal with Fu Xiting at all and needs to call in foreign aid?

"You let him go?" Jiang Yi looked at Fu Xiting. If the fight between him and Your Excellency is still going on, then it would not be a wise move to let Mr. Jiang go to see Your Excellency.

"How can we complete the cake without letting them go to Meng Qian?"

If Mr. Jiang doesn't go, how can he know what methods Meng Qian has thought of to deal with him.

…

"Sir, Mr. Jiang is here. He is in the reception room."

Zhou Wentang stood at the door of Meng Qian's office.

The latter did not deal with official matters. On this sunny afternoon, he sharpened his ink and wrote poems.

Zhou Wentang looked at the scene in front of him and remembered that many years ago in the Fu family's villa, Meng Qian stood in front of the desk like this, writing poems.

At that time, there was Fu Xiting beside him.

The two of them used to recite poems and argue when they stood together, but now they no longer recite poems and can only argue.

The flashes of swords and swords that went back and forth took away countless lives.

Fu Xiting is Fu Xiting, and Meng Qian is also Meng Qian.

"Let him wait."

Inviting you is a show of force.

Zhou Wentang understands.

With Mr. Jiang's rank, there is no one qualified to enter at the gate.

Mr. Jiang never thought in his life that one day he would become a guest of the Meng family.

At the pinnacle of power, in the place he yearns for.

"Mr. Jiang, your Excellency is busy, please wait a moment."

The staff brought him a cup of tea and explained in a soft voice.

The old man agreed.

About half an hour later, the old man seemed to realize that something was wrong.

But I don't know what went wrong.

Until three hours passed, he sat in the reception room and drank cup after cup of tea. He clearly felt that your Excellency called him up this time on purpose.

Maybe just to hang him out.

"Secretary Zhou," the old man stopped Zhou Wentang as he passed by the door of the reception room.

Zhou Wentang paused and looked back at him, saying politely: "Mr. Jiang."

"I wonder what your intention is in calling me here today?"

Zhou Wentang looked around and saw no one, stepped into the reception room, closed the door behind his back, looked at the old man and said with a serious expression: "Your Excellency, you invited Mr. Jiang here today because you wanted to talk about academic matters, but what can I do?"

,I just received a call...,"

Zhou Wentang was about to speak but stopped.

The old man said hurriedly: "Secretary Zhou just said it doesn't matter."

"Mr. Jiang, I don't know, your Excellency has had some conflicts with your nephew recently. Your relationship with your nephew has always been very good, but recently, I don't know whether it was due to the marriage or something else, the relationship between the two has declined sharply. You just made a big deal.

fire."

The old man listened in confusion and did not understand the relationship between the characters at all.

Then he looked at Zhou Wentang and said, "I really don't understand what Secretary Zhou said."

"Your Excellency's nephew is Fu Dong. The old man still needs to go back and explain clearly to his granddaughter that pillow wind is a good thing, but some winds can blow and some cannot."

"You have to figure out which winds can blow and which ones don't dare to blow."

The old man froze on the spot, his mind full of the words, Fu Xiting is your close nephew.

If this is really the case... then why worry about the Jiang family not having a way to rise!

"Why has it never been heard of in the capital that Mr. Fu is your nephew?" The old man felt very puzzled.

Zhou Wentang stood in front of the old man in a black suit: "Neither you nor Mr. Fu like others to pry into your private life too much. To put it bluntly, whether it is a nephew or an uncle, that is their own business.

, has nothing to do with outsiders, Mr. Jiang had better keep this in mind, if any news leaks out, you should know the consequences."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Secretary Zhou, for reminding me," the old man nodded repeatedly and almost knelt down to kowtow to Zhou Wentang to express his gratitude.

"You're welcome! I'll have someone send Mr. Jiang back."

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Wentang sent the old man away and returned to Meng Qian's office.

"Gone," Zhou Wentang responded.

"As I asked?" Meng Qian asked again.

"yes!"

"It's surprising that Fu Xiting doesn't want to recognize me as his uncle. I want to see who these wealthy families in the capital will choose once they know that my relationship with Fu Xiting is not compatible."

Meng Qian said, slamming the brush in his hand on the table.

Zhou Wentang was silent for a while, nodded slightly, and stood quietly aside.

Meng Qian: Let them know that I have a grudge against Fu Xiting

Zhou Wentang: Fu Dong is your close nephew, Fu Dong is your close nephew +1008611

half a month later

Meng Qian: Have you become enemies with Fu Xiting?

Zhou Wentang: No, I’m getting more and more flattering () OMG!

(End of chapter)