Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 32 032: Legs numb

Capital University is a world-class institution of higher learning.

A place that exports all kinds of talents to the world and enjoys a high reputation around the world is now covered in a scandal.

The speech of the wealthy businessman in the capital made a mess, and spread instantly throughout the streets and alleys of the capital. Police, lawyers, and people from the public relations department of Dongting Group entered the principal's office in waves, and then left in waves, walking in a staggered manner.

There is no gap at all.

At this time, in the police station, the police officers sat in front of the troublemakers, and a silent confrontation occurred.

"Did anyone instruct you to do this?"

"No."

Bang——The policeman slapped his hand on the table: “Tell the truth.”

"You have asked a thousand times and it still doesn't work." The man leaned back on his chair. In the words of the old man, he said that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

Guan Qing stared at him, looking him up and down, inside and out. Finally, his eyes fell on his shoes. They were a pair of white sneakers, full of dust, and the leather uppers were cracked.

The edges are also glued open.

Guan Qing's eyes slowly moved up, landing on the man's face, and said with a faint smile: "Is someone in your family hospitalized?"

The man trembled, but quickly returned to normal: "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Really?" Guan Qing smiled, reached out and touched his pocket, then seemed to think of something and looked at the policeman: "Can I have a cigarette here?"

Of course the police agreed. They had heard of the reputation of the wealthy businessman Fu Xiting in the capital, and this incident caused a huge uproar and attracted the attention of the whole city. If they had not found out early, they would not have been able to do the job, and it became clear that the rich businessman's special assistant was

What did they find? They found no clues.

I don't dare to ask too much of him right now, I just want to solve the case quickly.

"You smell of disinfectant," Guan Qing lit a cigarette, raised his hand and took a puff: "Although you have taken care of your clothes seriously, your shoes betrayed you.

The marks on it cannot be made by ordinary things."

"Lack of money? Someone gave you a huge amount of money and ordered you to do it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," the man said, still as steady as a mountain and with a very strong mentality.

"Forget it if I don't know, but if I find out, the man in the hospital will probably die."

Guan Qing sneered, reaching out and lighting ashes in the ashtray on the table.

He was a naked threat.

But this man remained unmoved.

In the afternoon, Guan Qing returned to the company.

Fu Xiting had just come out of the conference room after meeting with foreign businessmen.

"Director Fu, the perpetrator has a very tough mouth and cannot be pried open. He has already sent people to contact his network."

Fu Xiting said graciously: "Find it out as soon as possible."

"The principal said he wanted to apologize to you in person," Guan Qing said again.

"No need, it's not his problem."

"Where's Jiang Yi?"

Fu Xiting had just finished answering Guan Qing's words and suddenly remembered the existence of Jiang Yi.

Guan Qing was confused: "Miss Jiang? I don't know."

He had just come back from work and was unaware of Jiang Yi's existence.

"Let Zhuang Jing come in."

"Where's Miss Jiang?"

"Ms. Jiang is always in the reception room."

Zhuang Jing only received Jiang Yi at first and never saw her again. Although he told Miss Jiang at the beginning that he could just call him if she had any needs, she seemed to have few needs.

Jiang Yi stayed in Fu Xiting's private reception room for four full hours before Fu Xiting remembered her existence.

Fu Xiting stood at the door of the reception room. Before he could open the door and go in, he saw Jiang Yi placing the book on the coffee table and squatting in front of him, mesmerized by the book.

Fu Xiting thought for a while, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Have you got a meal yet?"

Jiang Yi raised his eyes and glanced at Fu Xiting who was standing at the door. The black suit on the man had long since disappeared, leaving only a white shirt.

"No."

Fu Xiting looked at the time and saw that it was almost one o'clock.

The people in the secretarial office were probably so busy that they forgot about Jiang Yi's existence.

"Let's go!"

Fu Xiting didn't say much, turned around and went to the office to get his coat and came out to see Jiang Yi still squatting in front of the coffee table.

"Don't want to eat? Still haven't finished reading?"

"None of them," Jiang Yi shook his head.

"What is that?" Fu Xiting asked for the first time.

Where is Jiang Yi?

She probably felt a little embarrassed because she disliked Fu Xiting so much.

But at this time, facing Fu Xiting's inquiry, she had no other choice but to answer.

So, Jiang Yi sighed: "My legs are numb."

Fu Xiting:

The man was silent for a moment and then walked in.

He stretched out a hand and handed it to Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi looked at the palm he handed over and remained silent.

He seemed to be thinking about whether he should hand over his palm.

Fu Xiting has always been an extremely patient hunter.

He never worried that the fish wouldn't take the bait.

And what about Jiang Yi?

I don't know why I think this way.

If it were Jiang Yi in the past, she would not have such a deep sense of morality. As long as this person can help her solve the predicament at hand, this person is her god, and the temporary god is also a god.

After turning around, stabbing each other with a knife? She wouldn't hesitate at all.

The two sides were silent and looked at each other. After a moment, Jiang Yi handed over his hand.

Fu Xiting pulled her up.

In the canteen of Dongting Group, there is a box specially opened for Fu Xiting.

The two had a light meal inside.

"Fang Chi will take you to a styling studio in a while, and I'll pick you up at six o'clock."

"Does it take that long?" Jiang Yi asked.

Fu Xiting smiled faintly: "Do you know the story of your parents?"

"It is rumored that Mr. Jiang was strongly opposed to your parents' marriage, and your father came out to start his own business in order to marry your mother. In the early years, there was a saying in the capital that your mother was a Wunong woman from the south of the Yangtze River.

Mesmerizing,"

"The earliest campus beauty of Capital University also came from your mother. Miss Jiang, take a look at yourself again."

Fu Xiting's words were somewhat sarcastic, which probably meant that she was not worthy of being the daughter of the school belle.

Just like wearing a bare face, a pair of canvas shoes can travel the world.

Or maybe he was mocking her for being shabby. In short, it was not a good thing either way.

"Mr. Fu knows a lot about my family's affairs."

Fu Xiting curled his lips and did not answer Jiang Yi's question directly. Instead, he called Fang Chi to come in.

Then, turned around and left.

There are only a few well-known styling studios in the capital.

What Jiang Yi didn't expect was that the house Fu Xiting mentioned was a place she often went to.

As soon as you walk in, you feel a sense of familiarity.

The more she walked into a familiar environment, the stronger the feeling of wanting to know the truth became.

The external drive forces her to crazily seek the truth.

"Vivienne's guest, please let me know," Fang Chi reported the name of the director as soon as he entered.

(End of chapter)