Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 349 349: Our divorce is creating opportunities for him, Lin Jingzhou

Still in the hotel bedroom, Mengyao was sitting on the bed holding the quilt, with a depressed and wilting look on her face that made Wen Ziqi a little bit speechless.

"What time is it?" Mengyao seemed to be remembering something, with a look of panic on her face.

"Very early, four twenty-five in the morning."

Mengyao:......It's really early.

"Can you get me a glass of water?" She wiped her face and looked at Wen Ziqi with a little pleading in her eyes.

Wen Ziqi is not a gentleman, but he is not a straight man either.

He stood up and poured a glass of water for Mengyao. He also brought a mirror and told Mengyao seriously: "Drink the water first, then look in the mirror, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to drink it."

Mengyao refused to believe this evil.

The first moment I get a mirror is to look at my own face.

Sure enough - time became silent.

Wen Ziqi's sarcastic voice arose at the right moment: "I was able to carry you back tonight because my morality suppressed my nausea, so I didn't abandon you on the road."

Wow - Mengyao lifted the quilt and got up and went to the bathroom.

When I got out of bed, I accidentally put it on the leg of the chair because I was too hasty.

She touched her calf and stood up while looking at Wen Ziqi who was cursing: "You're so good, why did you bring a chair over here? Are you going to court?"

Wen Ziqi:... "I've known for a long time that you have no conscience, but I didn't know you were so heartless. Mengyao, you're in trouble. I carried you back last night. I've carried many eighteen-year-old girls."

, an old woman in her thirties who has just lost her love is still a grown-up girl who is riding in a sedan chair for the first time. You just don’t appreciate me and you still scold me? "

Mengyao was too lazy to say anything, so she got into the bathroom to remove her makeup. After searching for half a circle, she couldn't find anything to remove makeup. When she looked at the raccoon in the mirror, she couldn't bear to look at it.

She glanced sideways and called out to Wen Ziqi: "Wen——."

Before she could say anything, a bag of toiletries was handed in at the door.

Mengyao took the things and couldn't help but sigh: "If Si Bai was half as good as you, we might have achieved enlightenment long ago."

"It's more than that! The children are running all over the floor."

Wen Ziqi made up for it.

After the words were spoken, the sound of unpacking in the bathroom stopped for a moment.

"I'm sorry," he said. He's a mean talker, but it's indeed a bit unkind to poke someone's sadness.

"Tell the truth, no need to apologize," she said nonchalantly.

Wen Ziqi lit a cigarette and stood by the window and started smoking.

Four o'clock in the morning - quite early.

Mengyao came out after washing her face, and she was much more awake. She glanced at Wen Ziqi, who could only stand by the window: "Why were you in the bar last night?"

"I made an appointment with Mr. Fu to talk about something."

"Director Fu? Is Jiang Yi okay?" Mengyao thought for a moment, and she definitely felt a little sorry for Jiang Yi because she had tricked him like this.

"You asked the wrong person," Wen Ziqi responded calmly as he smoked a cigarette.

Mengyao said.

Wen Ziqi looked back and saw that the dark makeup on Mengyao's face had been washed away, and her eyes were clean.

"I want to say hello to you in advance. I beat Si Bai last night. If he wants to pay me for compensation, I will let him come to you."

"This is not good!" Mengyao was a little stunned.

“You don’t want to see people or you don’t want to lose money?”

"I don't even want to."

Wen Ziqi:......"Are you a poor man?"

"I'm certainly not rich compared to you."

"You said it yourself, you will lose money."

"You believe that I drank too much?"

Mengyao confronted Wen Ziqi with the attitude that no matter what you say, I just have no money.

The latter looked at her, squinting slightly and smoking. When the cigarette was almost over, Wen Ziqi asked inquiringly: "Mengyao, are you a few years away from menopause?"

boom----.

The ashtray grazed Wen Ziqi's head, hit the wall, and landed at his feet.

Wen Ziqi's hand holding the cigarette froze in place.

For a moment, the air felt a little tight.

Three to five minutes later, the landline phone in the guest room rang. Wen Ziqi walked over to pick it up and turned on the speakerphone.

Over there, the front desk staff spoke softly: "Hello, sir, the guests downstairs complained that there was too much noise in your room. Your side————."

"I know," Wen Ziqi said and glanced at Mengyao.

The latter shrank his neck.

"Feel sorry."

Wen Ziqi hung up the phone and looked at Mengyao: "Secretary Meng just said that he would commit himself to me?"

Mengyao:... "I'm just talking, does Mr. Wen take it seriously?"

Wen Ziqi:…………Old women are good at lying.

"Okay! Then just wait for Si Bai to seduce you!" Wen Ziqi said, walked up to Mengyao, grabbed her arm and led her to the window, opened the curtains and pointed at a gray SUV below.

: "Have you seen Miss Zhang's people?"

"If I weren't worried that you would be killed in your sleep if I left, do you think I would be willing to spend most of the night in front of an old woman with a raccoon face in a hotel?"

"Can you shut up?"

"No, you just hit me with an ashtray."

"I apologize." Mengyao sincerely admitted her mistake.

"Si Bai apologizes to you and you forgive me?"

"Stop comparing that shit to me, it's bad luck!"

Wen Ziqi:…………..“Everything you say is right.”

"Where are you going?" After Wen Ziqi said that, he opened the door and was about to leave. Mengyao grabbed his arm.

"Go home," the man said in a faint tone.

Mengyao pursed her lips, thinking about how to speak. Before she could think of anything, Wen Ziqi said, "Take you home?"

The latter nodded like he was pounding garlic.

"Do you think it's appropriate?" Wen Ziqi asked her.

"Meng Yao, you are so embarrassed, can you still hold the coffin board of your parents? You were hiding with Jiang Yi in the front, and now you want to follow me, just a Si Bai, no matter how powerful he is, he still has a weakness, you are being driven to play

Son, are you enjoying it?"

"Or is it that everything you are doing now is just playing hard to get, and you have never thought about leaving Si Bai? The lingering feelings are still there? Or do you want to force Si Bai to choose between Miss Zhang and you? If that is true

, I advise you to give up! Ever since Fu Xiting was unwilling to give Si Bai a share of the pie, Si Bai's situation has not been easy. Now, he can either stay stable or go up, but the road up the mountain is long and rugged.

If you don't find someone to support you, you will definitely die on the way."

"Do you think, based on your understanding of Si Bai, that he would let himself die on the way?"

Wen Ziqi stretched out his hand to pull Mengyao's claws apart and complained softly: "Wimp."

………

In the early morning, the sun shines into the bedroom.

Jiang Yi woke up with a touch.

She raised her eyes drowsily and saw Fu Xiting looking at her with his eyes open.

"you're awake?"

Jiang Yi rubbed his face in panic, reached out and touched Fu Xiting's forehead, and then felt that the temperature of his hand was unreal.

He leaned over and touched his forehead to hers. When he saw that the fever had subsided, he felt relieved.

"drink water?"

Fu Xiting hummed, his voice hoarse.

Jiang Yi poured a glass of warm water, helped Fu Xiting up and drank most of the glass.

Just as she was about to carry the cup away, the man's hand reached through her waist and pushed her in front of her.

Jiang Yi lay on the man's shoulder, resting her face on his neck, feeling his warmth.

The two of them were silent, the man's palm going back and forth on her back.

Jiang Yi is like a cat being petted.

He squinted his eyes comfortably.

"what time is it?"

"It's almost nine o'clock. I answered Guan Qing's call just now for you. Are you off today?"

Jiang Yi's words were laced with inquiry.

Probably because he is busy with official business.

Fu Xiting thought for a moment, and then agreed after a long time.

Jiang Yi placed the cup on the bedside table and reached out to touch his back, caressing him gently.

"are you hungry?"

"kindness."

"Shall I get you something to eat?"

"Where's Auntie?" Fu Xiting didn't want Jiang Yi to take advantage of the spring water.

It's been like this since Yuyuan. It would be a different matter if Jiang Yi was free and interested.

"I sent him away because I wanted you to recover comfortably."

The man's heart felt warm, he lowered his head and rubbed Jiang Yi's neck, saying thank you.

The latter pulled away, looked at Fu Xiting with a smile, and wanted to kiss him, but the man avoided him: "It's contagious."

"If you want to catch the infection, you can't catch it last night, so you don't have to rely on this," Jiang Yi said, holding Fu Xiting's face and kissing him hard.

"Relax! I'll get you something to eat," Jiang Yi reached out and patted the man's back.

The latter sighed slightly, and his arms around Jiang Yi tightened instead of loosening: "I want to stick to you."

Jiang Yi felt as if he had been bitten by ants in his heart. It was so slight that it was difficult to detect.

It turns out that there are days when she is affected by other people's words and deeds.

Jiang Yi glanced sideways and kissed his hair, then slowly rubbed against him: "Then - let's go downstairs together?"

"kindness,"

This is the first time Fu Xiting has visited the living room of this house. Different from the exquisite elegance of Yu Garden, this house is retro and a little messy. There are green plants half a person tall in the house and messy books piled on the coffee table.

Everywhere it appears that this is half of Jiang Yi's office.

I don’t know if it’s because the aunt didn’t clean it up or because she didn’t let her do it.

When Fu Xiting stood in front of the living room and looked at everything, Jiang Yi was putting things back in place. It took him a long time to clear out a place that Fu Xiting liked.

"You will take your seat."

"Auntie won't take care of it?"

"I won't let others deal with it," Jiang Yi said.

Fu Xiting seemed to have thought of it, and thought, sure enough.

When she was in Yuyuan, her study was rarely tidy.

But the living room is not that messy.

"Why is it different when we were in Yuyuan?"

What Fu Xiting said was unintentional on the part of the speaker, but intentional on the part of the listener.

Jiang Yi stretched out his hand and touched him, coaxing him a bit: "People in Yuyuan are very discerning, so it's more comfortable here."

Fu Xiting hummed and said nothing.

The man was sitting by the sofa, casually flipping through the documents and information on Jiang Yi's desktop.

While flipping, a greeting card fell out.

【Remote your beauty, happy birthday】

A short eight words, no signature.

But this handwriting was familiar to Fu Xiting.

Lin Jingzhou's handwriting is the best symbol of his identity. Someone once said that Lin Jingzhou's handwriting is as gentle as his person.

And Fu Xiting heard these remarks more than once at the wine table.

Happy birthday?

Was it written on Jiang Yi’s birthday, or on Jiang Fu’s birthday?

Whether it's the former or the latter.

A long time has passed.

It's obviously been a long time, but this greeting card is still stuck in Jiang Yi's book.

Fu Xiting looked at it, feeling uncomfortable.

Jiang Yi poured water from the kitchen and when he bent to hand it to Fu Xiting, he saw the card in his hand.

The man had been watching the expression on Jiang Yi's face from the beginning.

It seemed that he wanted to see her reaction.

Jiang Yi reached out and placed the cup in front of Fu Xiting.

"what?"

what?

Fu Xiting remained silent and turned the book over and placed it in front of Jiang Yi.

Kajiang Yi didn't know, but she knew this book.

Lin Jingzhou sent it not long ago. She was not at home when it was delivered, so her aunt brought it in directly.

Seeing Fu Xiting turning the book over, Jiang Yi seemed to know.

He admitted generously: "Lin Jingzhou sent it; he was not at home when it was delivered, and my aunt brought it in."

Fu Xiting was silent and said in an unhappy tone: "Is our divorce creating opportunities for him, Lin Jingzhou?"

Jiang Yi:…………..Yes! Here we go again.

Jiang Yi didn't say much. He reached out and threw the book into the trash can, blocking all Fu Xiting's next words.

As for the latter, all the words that he could recall in his heart were rendered speechless by Jiang Yi's crisp and neat move.

There was a burning sensation in my chest that wouldn't rise or fall.

An angry person keeps coughing.

Jiang Yi stretched out his hand to help him, but Fu Xiting reached out and stroked it away.

"Are you okay?"

"You wish you could piss me off to death, don't you?"

Jiang Yi knelt down and handed the water glass to Fu Xiting: "How can you say that!"

"If you die on the front foot, someone will send me to be buried with you on the back foot. I have already died once, and I want to live for a few more years."

This is the truth. How many people are eagerly waiting for Fu Xiting’s downfall!

But he didn't dare to move.

I didn't dare to do it before, and I dare not do it now even more.

Fu Xiting openly and secretly spread rumors about his relationship with you, and people outside believed him half-truth and half-falsely.

He implanted this preconception into the other person's mind, making them even more wary of him. He also created a set of character traits for Meng Qian, making him think about his own merits before doing anything to him.

Everyone made it clear that they were somewhat polite to Fu Xiting for her sake. If Fu Xiting died, she would be the first to be buried with him.

Fu Xiting took the water glass from Jiang Yi's hand and glanced at her angrily.

"Don't you want to cook?"

"I remember something I want to discuss with you."

The man nodded: "You say."

"I just didn't get through to Mengyao on the phone. Mr. Fu, please contact Mr. Wen."

Fu Xiting:......"Change your name!"

"If you like to meddle so much, let's call him Jiang Xian. What do you think?"

Jiang Yi:......"You know, Mengyao has no friends or family, I'm worried..."

Before Jiang Yi finished speaking, Fu Xiting dialed Wen Ziqi's phone number and handed it to Jiang Yi.

Knowing that it was okay, Jiang Yi returned the phone to Fu Xiting.

The latter took it and said in a calm tone: "Can I give you someone who stutters?"

"able."

When the porridge and vegetables were placed in front of him, Fu Xiting was silent for a moment.

"I just woke up. I'm afraid you'll feel uncomfortable if you eat greasy food."

"Is this the reason why you have lost weight recently?"

"Maybe, yes!" Jiang Yi said.

Jiang Fu loves vegetarianism, which is the kind of love she has loved since she was a child. Whether she is fasting or vegetarian, these are habits she has adhered to since she started working.

And Jiang Yi's body couldn't withstand what she had to do. In the past, in Yuyuan, Fu Xiting was very particular about diet, so she had no choice but to accept it.

After leaving Yuyuan, everything is decided by yourself.

From eating habits to living habits, everything is the same as before.

Fu Xiting finished half the bowl of porridge, looked at Jiang Yi, and asked her seriously: "Do you know that Jiang Yi is a premature baby?"

"Before you came here, she was just a pot of medicine. When she was born, the doctor judged that she would not live long. Yi Tian fed her up by taking medicine one mouth at a time."

"Keep building it! The dream of dancing on other people's graves at the age of thirty is not impossible to realize."

Jiang Yi:………….. “How do you know this?”

The man put the food into the bowl with his chopsticks: "Yi Tian said it."

"Why didn't I know?"

"You can't feel your own body?" Fu Xiting didn't believe she didn't know, so she just pretended.

Jiang Yi took a sip of the porridge, which was a little tasteless.

"How's it going over there Chengwen?"

"Wen Ziqi will solve it."

"Are you planning to cooperate with Wen Ziqi?"

Fu Xiting coughed, and Jiang Yi pulled out a few pieces of paper and handed them over: "What else?"

"Still cooperating with a heartless person like Si Bai?"

Fu Xiting's rhetorical question made Jiang Yi fall silent.

really.

Here, Shiyue woke up from her sleep, and when she looked sideways, she saw Tao Juan sleeping beside the bed.

She reached out and pushed the person.

The first thing Tao Juan did when she woke up from the panic was to ring the bell and call the doctor.

"How are you?"

"What's wrong with me?" People can instinctively feel physical discomfort.

"The child is gone," Tao Juan choked up as she looked at Shiyue.

Shi Yue was silent for a while, but she knew that her child must not be saved while she was still awake.

Chengwen kicked her hard in the stomach. It would be strange if the child could be saved.

"anything else?"

Tao Juan's expression told her that things were not that simple.

"You said, I am mentally prepared."

"You - your uterus was removed. During the operation, the doctor said that the bleeding could not be stopped and that if you did not remove it, you would die."

Tao Juan said and started to cry.

Shiyue lay on the bed, feeling a little stunned.

There was no sadness or joy in his calm expression.

"I asked you to call the police, did you report it?"

"I reported it. The police came and told me that you were awake and asked me to contact them."

Shiyue closed her eyes: "You can contact me now."

"If we go against Director Cheng, will it happen——."

"Do as I say," Shiyue said with a strong attitude.

Chengwen didn't care that much when he beat her to death, so why should he estimate so much?

Early the next morning, the news came out in the Shiyue newspaper.

Chengwen was busy with his ex-wife's funeral and didn't care about Shiyue at all.

I thought that Shiyue would be well-behaved if she relied on him.

Who knows, but bite back.

Even though the newspapers were full of news, the lawyer also found the funeral home.

Chengwen looked at the lawyer Shiyue hired with a gloomy face and asked what he meant.

The other party, with a tough attitude, shook out the newspaper in his hand and handed it to Cheng Wen: "I think Cheng Dong should know about this matter. I am Miss Shi's lawyer."

Cheng Wen reached out to take the newspaper and took a closer look.

His face was extremely dark.

He almost said the word "Shiyue" through gritted teeth.

"I know that Cheng Dong is currently busy with the funeral of his ex-wife, but I still hope that Cheng Dong can take time to resolve this matter. After all, public opinion is a sharp knife. If it is not dealt with in time, it is not impossible to seal the throat at the sight of blood. My client

She is still lying in the hospital. If she has some free time, it is not impossible that she can fill one news page a day."

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