Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 330 331 Dong Fu sent someone over

On this day, Jiang Yi waited at Chengnan No. 1 for several hours.

Meng Qian, a drunkard, does not care about drinking.

After chatting briefly with her for a few minutes, he left on the pretext of having something to do, while Jiang Yi sat in the reception room from early morning to dusk.

And no one sitting there felt any discomfort at all.

Instead, he leisurely picked up a magazine that had been placed on the coffee table for an unknown year and began to read it carefully.

Her leisurely look made it seem as if the person being coerced at this moment was not her at all, but someone who had nothing to do with her.

Jiang Yi knew this matter would not be that simple when he followed Zhou Wentang this morning.

They invited themselves to Chengnan No. 1 not for the purpose of instigating Fu Xiting.

But I want to see if the relationship between her and Fu Xiting is what the outside world says.

And it was obvious that whenever Fu Xiting came, these people would be ready to let her go.

"Ms. Jiang," in the afternoon, Zhou Wentang didn't know whether he had finished his work or came over to see her. He handed her a glass of warm water.

"Secretary Zhou is ready to let me go?" Jiang Yi closed the magazine in his hand.

Zhou Wentang gave a short smile, and there was a little sparkle in his deep eyes: "Your Excellency said that Mr. Fu will have to come to pick him up in person before he can let you go."

Jiang Yi felt enlightened and glanced at the cup in front of her: "Don't Secretary Zhou know that Dong Fu and I have divorced? A qualified ex should not disturb the other party as if he were dead, instead of interrupting him every once in a while.

Just come out and make a fuss and ask me to call Director Fu, I can't help but look like that."

Zhou Wentang was not surprised at what Jiang Yi said. On the contrary, he twitched his lips and said, "Then I'll fight, Miss Jiang."

Zhou Wentang said as he took out his cell phone to call Fu Xiting. Jiang Yi watched him find Fu Xiting's number from the address book on his cell phone and then dialed it.

On the other side, the phone rang for a moment and was picked up.

But it was Guan Qing who answered the phone.

"Secretary Zhou."

"Secretary Guan."

"I'm looking for Mr. Fu."

Guan Qing was standing in front of Fu Xiting with his cell phone on hands-free. He glanced at Fu Xiting, who was leaning on the boss's chair and staring at him: "Director Fu is in a meeting, it's not convenient."

"Excuse me, Secretary Guan, please ask Mr. Fu to call me back." Zhou Wentang did not hesitate too much.

He and Fu Xiting are both smart people. When Guan Qing answered the call and said that Fu Dong was in the meeting, it was enough to prove that Fu Xiting would not care about Jiang Yi's life and death. If he really likes a woman and this woman is being threatened,

, with Fu Xiting's temperament, it is impossible to ignore Jiang's wishes.

An extremely conceited man like Fu Xiting would not allow any woman to suffer with him.

What's more, that woman is still his wife.

These three words in the meeting already proved everything.

"Secretary Zhou is really good at doing such unmanly things," Jiang Yi leaned on the sofa and played with his fingertips with his slender fingers.

His indifferent expression was filled with mockery: "Why bother?"

"In the end, gaining fame and power is nothing more than being looked down upon by women. So, can this reputation and power still be something you keep close to your side?"

Zhou Wentang still looked businesslike. He put his cell phone in his pocket and looked at Jiang Yi: "Is it difficult for Miss Jiang to have time to worry about me? It's really rare."

"I am alone, nothing more than breaking the pot, but Secretary Zhou is different. I have worked hard to climb to where I am now. If I don't follow a good person, you will be the first one to be guillotined in the end.

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Jiang Yi held his cheek and looked at Zhou Wentang, admonishing him earnestly.

There is a strong sense of counterinsurgency.

This delicate appearance coupled with a confident face is particularly attractive.

The kind of confidence that radiates from the bottom of the heart makes people immerse themselves in it at a glance.

Zhou Wentang's fingertips on his knees moved slightly: "Miss Jiang still cares about my life and death?"

Jiang Yi changed his hand to hold his cheek, and nodded with a charming look: "Of course."

"After all, in my opinion, Secretary-General Zhou, it would be a pity to see you die in vain."

Zhou Wentang felt nervous because Jiang Yi's words reflected her aesthetic taste.

"I thought Miss Jiang would like Dong Fu's trick."

"People's tastes can change! Now I appreciate Secretary Zhou's behavior more," Jiang Yi's teasing voice sounded in the reception room,

"Furthermore, what you can't get is always turbulent. Dong Fu is already the leftovers, and Secretary Zhou is still fresh." Jiang Yi's charming face matched her tone, which made people feel a little flustered.

Fortunately, Zhou Wentang is of high rank.

If it were a person of lower rank, he would have fallen to his knees before Jiang Yi's charming charm.

Not to mention that Zhou Wentang was not innocent towards Jiang Fu at first. It was indeed not easy for him to keep his heart steady when he knew that Jiang Yi was Jiang Fu.

"If I commit myself to Miss Jiang, can I ask Miss Jiang to help me overthrow Director Fu?"

Subvert Fu Xiting?

Tsk tsk tsk——

Jiang Yi thought to himself, he is quite ambitious.

"Subvert my ex-husband?"

"That's not enough just to be beautiful."

Zhou Wentang understood: "What else does Miss Jiang want?"

"Countless money."

Zhou Wentang nodded: "Okay."

"Okay?" Jiang Yi asked back.

It seemed that he was surprised by Zhou Wentang's voice.

"It can be."

"Secretary Zhou is richer than Director Fu?"

"I'm excellent. If you pay for it, it shouldn't be difficult."

Jiang Yi suddenly laughed: "I don't do third-hand business. I'm just interested in Secretary Zhou. I'm not interested in an old guy like Meng Qian who has half of his body buried in the ground."

"Miss Jiang, aren't you trying to make things difficult for me?" Zhou Wentang seemed to be bargaining seriously with Jiang Yi: "If a clean politician can make more money than a capitalist, wouldn't the world be in chaos?"

"That's your business. I only work on things that interest me," Jiang Yi's fingertips fell under his cheek and tapped them repeatedly. His long nails were painted with light pink nail polish, from his hair to his feet.

They all reveal sophistication.

In the past, Jiang Fu only paid attention to her image all the time when she reached the peak of her life. The rest of the time, she was mostly a migrant worker who was tortured by work.

At this time, Jiang Yi enjoyed this exquisiteness at the age of twenty-two. In addition to his own social experience and accumulation, it was more nourished by money.

Zhou Wentang heard more than once about Fu Xiting's love for Jiang Yi.

The flowers and plants in the Yu Garden courtyard are under construction every month, and the reason for the construction is simply my wife.

Fu Xiting started a major project in Yu Garden and built a flower house and yoga room specially for Jiang Yi. Whatever his lover wanted, he silently paid for it.

Others may not know it, but things about Yuyuan cannot be hidden from Chengnan No.1.

Jiang Yi's current relaxation was brought about by Fu Xiting's money.

It was precisely because of Fu Xiting's experience that Jiang Yi dared to talk to him like this.

Zhou Wentang knew that he had been deceived by this woman.

Jiang Yi will not have any cooperation with him.

This kind of idleness is boring anyway, so I might as well chat with you, but Zhou Wentang saw through it at a glance.

He stood up and left without any polite words.

He left Jiang Yi in the reception room.

The latter smiled slightly with contempt in his tone.

Continue to hold the magazine in front of you and flip through it gently.

until 9pm.

Those who were staring at Fu Xiting sent back messages saying that Fu Xiting was currently socializing with his partners. It had just started at nine o'clock. Looking at the situation, the socializing would not end for a while.

When Meng Qian heard the news, his face dropped.

"He's not worried at all?"

"We can't get to the Dongting Group. We don't know what the situation is above. But when Mr. Fu went out, he didn't look like he was worried about Miss Jiang when he was chatting with others."

Bang - Meng Qian slapped his hand on the table, almost gritting his teeth and said: "After all, we are still too kind."

Fu Xiting really didn't take himself seriously at all.

Meng Qian waved his hand to let the guard out.

He glanced at Zhou Wentang and said, "Go and arrange for two men to go to the reception room."

Zhou Wentang knew very well what Meng Qian's words meant, and panic arose in his heart.

He stared at Meng Qian with an admonishing look: "No, sir."

"Why not? Fu Xiting can be so arrogant today, but he can overthrow me someday."

"We brought people to Chengnan No. 1 in a fair and just manner. If anything happens to Miss Jiang at Chengnan No. 1, we will not be able to escape from the involvement. Although everyone will not say anything for the sake of the Meng family, if those who follow Mr.

If people know about it, I’m afraid their hearts will be chilled.”

"Moreover, half of the people in the capital are following Fu Xiting to make a living. If it arouses public anger, it will be difficult to calm down this matter."

Zhou Wentang persuaded with reason and evidence.

Even though everything he said didn't sound very nice, it was true.

The anger in Meng Qian's heart was suddenly suppressed by half.

Standing in the office, I took a deep breath.

Obviously struggling, Zhou Wentang saw this and continued to use force: "We can't do things that are too small to make a big difference."

Meng Qian clenched his fists angrily at his side: "Sooner or later I will have to deal with him."

"Send her down."

When Zhou Wentang heard this, he immediately turned around and went to do it.

Standing at the door of the reception room, he did not directly contact Jiang Yi, but instead ordered the guards to send him down.

At nine fifty-five, Fang Chi, who was waiting outside, came in and whispered in Fu Xiting's ear that the people had evacuated.

Fu Xiting was chatting happily with his collaborators. Before the smile on his lips could dissipate, he nodded and asked Fang Chi: "Everyone has made arrangements?"

"arranged."

"Is there anyone important?"

"Does the newly appointed chief of guard next to Meng Qian count?"

"Go and do it," the man raised the hand holding the cigarette and slightly moved his fingertips.

"Dr. Fu is such a busy man. He is busy with his career while eating and socializing."

When the partners saw Fu Xiting acting like this, they laughed and teased him.

Fu Xiting seemed helpless and said, "The people below are too young after all."

"Director Fu likes to give young people opportunities," Fu Xiting has made many efforts for fresh graduates in the capital. It is obvious to all. Everyone knows now that the annual salary of anyone who has been working in Dongting for a few years will be increased several times.

Fu Xiting shook the cigarette on the ashtray: "We are all young people."

………

Meng Qian's chief of guard led his people to evacuate from Fu Xiting. They followed Fu Xiting for a whole day. They originally wanted to see what Fu Xiting would do, but they didn't expect that Fu Xiting didn't pay attention to it at all.

They returned without success.

On the way back to the downtown area, when I was about to turn, I was hit by a black BMW.

With a bang, two cars stopped on the side of the road.

The other party got out of the car to check, but before he could figure out what was going on, he saw a woman wearing a dark green suspender belt get out of the car opposite, stood beside him and looked at the hit car door with a sad look on her face.

"I'm really sorry, we were in a hurry and didn't pay attention."

The man looked down at the woman next to him. The moment he saw the high heels on her feet, his eyes became colder: "You can't wear high heels while driving, don't you know?"

The woman looked down at her shoes.

Then he looked at the man with some embarrassment: "I came out in a hurry, I forgot."

The guard glanced at the woman, probably because he didn't want to get involved with her: "Forget it, let's go!"

The woman glanced at the man, seeming to feel embarrassed and just let it go.

He grabbed the man's arm and said, "This is inappropriate. Let's solve it directly! To avoid further trouble."

"I don't have time to trouble you, so you can rest assured."

"you----."

"Okay! This is what you said."

The woman suddenly gave up on trying to figure things out.

When I got in the car and drove away, I glanced at the grass beside me.

Watch the man leave.

Jiang Yi returns home.

I saw someone else in the room.

Just when she wanted to ask, Mengyao said in an extremely considerate manner: "Auntie, I came to the door myself."

"We have no shortage of aunties here," Jiang Yi entered the room, took off his windbreaker and hung it behind the door.

The aunt, wearing an apron and standing in the living room, felt a little embarrassed when she heard Jiang Yi's words.

My hands kept stirring the apron mountain.

"Ms. Jiang, I have stayed with Mr. Fu for a while before, and I have been recognized by Mr. Fu whether I am cooking or doing housework."

Jiang Yi:………….

Yes, it was arranged by Fu Xiting.

don't want?

Obviously not.

If this aunt is invited out, her subsequent trouble may be that she will have to spend several hours trying to appease the man's fragile and aggrieved mind.

Jiang Yi put on his slippers and said expressionlessly: "Go in!"

"Is it okay now?"

"You have short hands. Fu Xiting gives you tens of millions in living expenses a year. Will you accept it?"

Mengyao sat cross-legged on the sofa, propped up her head and pulled her hair and responded with a smile: "If it's Fu Xiting, I'll accept it. If it's Si Bai, I'll tell him to stay away."

"Such double standards?" Jiang Yi walked to the coffee table and bent down to pour himself a glass of water.

After not drinking water all day, Jiang Yi poured four or five glasses of water in succession.

"Which one do you listen to first, good news or bad news?"

Jiang Yi poured a glass of water and looked at Mengyao with a teasing tone.

"OK!"

"Your chance has come."

Mengyao asked again: "Where's the bad one?"

"Si Bai went to Ganzhou. If I go back to your hometown and find out that you haven't returned, I will definitely come find you."

Mengyao:.

(End of chapter)