Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 362 361 Jiang Yi said: Go check Shiyue and Fu Xiting

Ahead, Shi Yue, who was instructing employees to pack albums, slowly looked back at Jiang Yi.

The Jiang Yi at this time was brighter than the Jiang Yi she had seen a long time ago, as if the divorce had made her successful.

It's not the bad things in her life.

Otherwise, how could a woman become better and better after leaving a marriage?

On this day of the month, wearing a white down jacket and a turtleneck sweater falling on his chin, he looked as cute as a pure white rabbit.

With such an appearance, it's no wonder that those men rushed one after another to be her stepping stones. They knew exactly what she wanted, but they were still flying moths to the flames one after another.

Suddenly, the figure of Fu Xiting flashed through Jiang Yi's mind. The man stood tall and tall, standing next to Shiyue. His cold and solemn face matched Shiyue's cold and unworldly appearance. No matter how you look at it, it is a good story.

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Jiang Yi was startled by what appeared out of thin air in his mind.

When he came back to his senses, he saw Shi Yue taking the towel from the employee's hand and wiping her hands: "Did Director Cheng ask Mr. Jiang to come?"

Jiang Yi stared at her without responding, with a bit of disdain in his eyes.

"Director Cheng would rather give Mr. Jiang double the commission than spend money to send me away. Can I ask why?" She seemed to really not know all this.

Jiang Yi held the bag in one hand and put it in his pocket with the other: "We are all adults. Sometimes we speak too clearly and hurt people's face."

"Does Mr. Jiang think I still have any dignity?" Shiyue said sarcastically.

She has lost her face a long time ago. When Chengwen praises her, she is like the moon in the sky. When Chengwen throws her down, she is nothing?

A ruined flower? An old lady? A cripple left on the ground after being ripped out.

"No," Jiang Yi nodded, agreed to Shiyue's words, and stabbed her spine unceremoniously.

Shiyue reached out and picked up the headband on the side, tied up her long hair, and said in a calm tone: "That's it."

"People like us are lucky to be born in this era. If we push it forward a hundred years, I will die unjustly and have nowhere to redress my grievances. But what good conditions the times have given us, why should I give up? As for

The child Mr. Jiang mentioned is of my own free will. I had no choice but to give birth to him. You solved him for me, and it was too late for me to be happy!"

Jiang Yi seemed to have guessed what Shiyue would say. She was so smart.

A woman who can manipulate a man in a high position cannot do it without some skills.

Shiyue is this person!

Pity.

Jiang Yi looked at Shi Yue and smiled: "Have you ever heard of Miss Shi?"

"Mr. Jiang made it clear," Shi Yue said as she walked upstairs, Jiang Yi following behind.

The two of them stopped in front of the tea table in Shiyue's office.

"The dividends of the times will only fall on some people, while some people still can't get what they should not get, even if they try their best to fight for it."

Shiyue boiled water to make tea. The sound of the kettle sounded in the office. She leaned on the chair and looked at her with a smile: "Mr. Jiang, are you threatening me?"

Jiang Yi smiled softly: "Does Miss Shi deserve to be threatened by me?"

Shiyue said calmly: "Mr. Jiang and Fu Dong are indeed husband and wife. They are so similar in every word and deed."

Every word and action?

A string broke in Jiang Yi's heart. Fu Xiting and Shiyue?

Are her suspicions for the past few days true?

"Between husband and wife, their hearts are in love, their habits are similar, and they influence each other."

The sound of water in the kettle stopped, and Shi Yue picked up the teapot and poured Jiang Yi a cup of tea: "It's already past tense. Does Mr. Jiang know how many people are staring at your previous position now?"

Shi Yue is very ambitious, but Cheng Wen is still a little behind in the final analysis. As he gets older, his relationship with his ex-wife is no longer a simple marriage, but a strategic partner, which is difficult for ordinary people to shake.

Even if she stayed by Chengwen's side until she was old and yellow, she would still be able to achieve righteousness.

And Shiyue, a person who relies on his face to live off his youth, must seek a long-term stable relationship, rather than a fleeting and supported relationship. Chengwen is just her second best choice.

Whenever given a choice, she would not choose Cheng Wen.

Jiang Yi picked up the tea cup and turned it around in his hand. The person leaning on the sofa looked a little lazy: "Including Miss Shi?"

Shiyue didn't expect Jiang Yi to ask so blatantly. The hand that poured the tea stiffened and the tea overflowed from the cup.

Jiang Yi quickly pulled the paper towel aside and handed it over. He dropped it on the tea and covered it. In just an instant, the water stain disappeared.

Shiyue looked back, and the panic around her disappeared: "Mr. Jiang, do you think I have a chance?"

Jiang Yi smiled lightly: "Based on my understanding of my ex-husband, Miss Shi's chances are basically zero."

Shiyue sneered in her heart. Of course she knew that she had no chance with Fu Xiting. This man paid the most attention to a person's character and moral bottom line. For a woman like her who was ridiculed by thousands of people, Fu Xiting would rather surrender herself to the palace.

Find her.

But she still wanted to ask, which made Jiang Yi feel sick.

Let her guess about her relationship with Fu Xiting.

"What if Mr. Fu changes his temper after the divorce?"

Jiang Yi took a sip of tea and said, "I never overly advise others. If Miss Shi wants to know the truth, you can give it a try."

"Don't you feel uncomfortable, Mr. Jiang?"

"Ms. Shi, you are never a serious person," Jiang Yi said. The meaning is very clear. He wants to be opposed to you, not to us, the serious parties.

If others act as prostitutes, it means the world will be destroyed. People like Shiyue will always be able to act as actors, dancing with long sleeves to win people's hearts.

Shi Yue was silent and stared at her for a moment: "Miss Jiang, don't waste your efforts on Cheng Dong's matter. I don't have any room for negotiation here."

Jiang Yi picked up the teapot and poured herself a cup of tea: "Did you know? Cheng Dong and her lover are divorced in name only, and they are still husband and wife in law."

Jiang Yi spoke casually, following the sound of water flowing, looking at Shiyue with a somewhat playful look.

"Should Miss Shi know what this sentence means?"

Jiang Yi saw the shock in Shi Yue's eyes, looked at her in disbelief and said: "As long as Cheng Dong is not legally divorced, then every penny Cheng Dong spends on you, he can

recover."

Jiang Yi looked around: "Your car, house, studio, gold and silver jewelry..."

Shiyue's hand holding the cup tightened: "Trick me!"

"Has Miss Shi seen Cheng Dong's divorce certificate? Or did Cheng Dong personally guarantee to you that he is divorced?"

Shiyue looked at Jiang Yi and pretended to be calm: "Miss Jiang should talk to my lawyer about these issues."

"I'm just giving Miss Shi a vaccination in advance."

Jiang Yi smiled lightly and took back his words.

The gesture of not wanting to say anything more made Shiyue feel quite crazy.

But due to Jiang's intentions, she had to endure it.

Today, Jiang Yi went to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing. She came to him not just to drink tea and chat with her.

In the dead of winter, who would go all the way for an insignificant person?

At the end of 2010, the Christmas spirit was still there. There was a huge Christmas tree at the door of Shiyue Studio. Young people coming and going saw the unique decoration of the studio and the huge Christmas tree at the door. People passing by couldn't help but want to take a photo.

Walk.

Jiang Yi and Shiyue just sat by the window, watching the passers-by coming and going downstairs.

"They should be about the same age as Miss Jiang."

Shi Yue thought more than once that a girl in her early twenties, at an age where she could do whatever she wanted and enjoy everything, was willing to go into a shopping mall and compete for a piece of the world with a group of powerful and charming men.

Why?

Is it worth it to lose the innocence and innocence you should have at this age and get something that is almost worth your life?

But she has no answer, because she is not Jiang Yi, she does not have Jiang Yi's background, and she does not have a husband like Jiang Yi.

Every choice you make in life reveals the impact your family of origin has on you.

The reason why Shiyue became Shiyue was not because she wanted to be, but because she couldn't help it.

Some people pulled her out of the abyss, while others kicked her in.

"Everyone has a lifestyle of choice, just take Miss Shi and me," Jiang Yi twirled the cup in his hand.

"Does Miss Jiang think life is a voluntary choice or a forced one?"

"Half and half," Jiang Yi responded ambiguously.

"It is certainly contradictory that man can conquer nature and everything is fate, but a person's state of mind is still controllable. Isn't it the influence of the times and her family of origin that Miss Shi has taken this path?"

"If you want to take shortcuts and live a prosperous life, you should bear the backlash that shortcuts bring to you. The relationship between cause and effect is reincarnation, and the continuity of cause and effect means endless reincarnation. The two are one and not two."

Shiyue is good at language analysis. In other words, she has been pleasing men for a long time and has developed the ability to observe words and emotions. Jiang Yi's words are nothing more than telling her in simple and clear words that everything she is experiencing now is because of herself.

Do evil.

"Do you believe in fate?" Shiyue asked Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi took a sip of tea and said, "Xin."

I didn’t believe it before, but I believe it now.

In her previous life, Jiang Fu always thought that man could conquer nature, but in the end she was pushed into hell by those people.

Rebirth, reincarnation in heaven.

Whatever is supposed to come will come, it's just a matter of time.

"Do you believe Mr. Fu?" There was something in Shiyue's words.

Jiang Yi's slightly curved eyes fell on Shiyue, she said nothing about Fu Xiting today.

There are all kinds of strange and strange things in the words, and it is difficult for Jiang Yi not to think too much.

Jiang Yi swept his teeth with the tip of his tongue: "At this time, the young lady has to ask Mr. Fu."

"I thought Mr. Jiang and Mr. Fu have been married for two years, so he should know about it."

"Do you agree with Dong Xin?" Jiang Yi asked back.

Shiyue was startled for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

Night falls quietly, the lights of the capital begin to light up, and the cool winter breeze sweeps in.

Pass through this cultural alley and disappear.

When Jiang Yi left, she saw gifts stacked on the bar on the first floor of Shiyue's studio. She looked back at Shiyue and said, "Can I ask for a gift from Miss Shi?"

Shiyue nodded and glanced at Tao Juan: "It's an honor for me to be attracted by Mr. Jiang."

Tao Juan handed the gift to Jiang Yi, and Jiang Yi reached out to take it. The kraft paper bag contained a packaged scented candle and a tea set.

"Goodbye, it's 2011. I wish Miss Shi a Happy New Year in advance."

Shiyue's fingertips falling beside her froze: "Tongle."

"Miss Shi had better consider my suggestion. I will come again. Next time I come, I won't be so polite."

On this day, Jiang Yi left.

Tao Juan stood beside her and looked at Shiyue, a little puzzled: "Why did you agree to give her a gift?"

"Jiang Yi is very smart," she said, which made her back shiver every time.

Naturally, it was not an easy thing for her to ask for a gift when she left.

As New Year's Day approached in 2011, when Jiang Yi came home, she specifically asked Qian Xingzhi to park her car, and she went to the flower shop to pick out a bright Freud.

The roses are in full bloom, and the fist-sized buds are full of vitality.

Jiang Yi left the flower shop and went to the bank.

When he came out, he held a bag in his hand.

When he got in the car, he handed it to Qian Xingzhi: "New Year's Day gift."

Qian Xingzhi opened it and saw more than a dozen piles of Mao Zedong inside. He was frightened and handed the bag back: "Why did you give me so much money?"

"Year-end awards."

"You have paid me my salary every month," Qian Xingzhi still refused.

Jiang Yi adjusted the flower branches in his hands: "I said, year-end bonus."

Seeing that the money was coming, she still refused, her face darkened: "If you don't want it, just throw it away. I don't want to keep the money I took out, it's troublesome."

Qian Xingzhi's words of rejection reached his lips and he swallowed them.

Place the bag on the passenger side.

Continue driving to the villa.

In the back seat, Jiang Yi placed the rose beside him: "Let Li Xing go find out what the relationship between Jiang Yi himself and the second-generation ancestor of Su Sheng is."

"What happened?" Qian Xingzhi was a little worried.

"When I saw him today, I felt very flustered and fear crawled up my back."

Qian Xing was shocked, Jiang Yi had never told him these things.

This is the first time this has happened today.

It is not uncommon for Su Sheng, the second-generation ancestor, to act recklessly based on Su Xin's reputation. If one wants to investigate him, Jiang Si and the others will definitely be implicated.

Moreover, this man is an actor, who pretends to be motivated and innocent in front of the Meng family.

In fact, he is a prodigal who lives among women.

"Let's also check the relationship between Fu Xiting and Shiyue."

Qian Xingzhi stopped at the red light and looked back at Jiang Yi: "What are you suspecting?"

"The two have a close relationship."

"From the perspective of a man and a bystander, I advise you not to live too soberly."

"How do you say that?" Jiang Yi asked coldly.

"Dr. Fu is a man with a strong sense of responsibility and a bottom line. If he doesn't tell you, he has his reasons. If you find out something unknown about your future and past, will you tell him or not?" Qian Xingzhi

During this period, he was completely conquered by Fu Xiting. He firmly believed that this man's moral bottom line and conscience would not allow him to do anything that would disgrace Jiang Yi.

In Wen Sirui's words, all men in the world are scumbags, and neither is Fu Dong.

If a person hates a certain kind of person deep down, how can he take the initiative to become that kind of person?

This is an insult to him.

Wen Sirui also gave an example. Did Meng Qian do too many dirty things? But outside, he still defended his country in front of people from other countries.

I will never anger this country because of Meng Qian.

People with a strong inner core are everywhere, and they are the most upright people.

Seeing Jiang Yi's silence, Qian Xingzhi asked again: "If that is Dong Fu's past that he doesn't want people to know, if you know it, wouldn't you just open his wounds and watch him dripping with blood?"

"Jiang Yi, you are not the one who loves me this way."

After Qian Xingzhi said this, the red light passed, he started the car and left.

At an intersection not far from the villa, Qian Xingzhi said something that shocked Jiang Yi's soul: "If you were me, as long as he is still alive, you will be satisfied."

Jiang Yi fell silent.

She knew about Qian Xingzhi's past.

She also knew where his wife died.

For a person who died in front of him without even bringing his body back, he didn't have too many extravagant demands now.

The car stopped at the door of the villa, and Jiang Yi sat in the car in silence for a long time.

When leaving Shiyue Studio, she still wanted to test Fu Xiting.

I took the gift from Shiyue Studio and took it home to beat Fu Xiting.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt that those gifts were an insult to her.

Insulting Fu Xiting also insulted the relationship between them.

Jiang Yi got out of the car, with a bag and flowers hanging on his arms, and a gift from Shiyue Studio in his other hand.

Seeing this, Qian Xingzhi got out of the car and walked towards Jiang Yi, took the gift from her hand and spoke slowly: "Love him, trust him, and leave the rest to time."

"There is nothing wrong with being prepared, but being overly prepared will only make people feel chilled." These words were not heart-breaking. Qian Xingzhi stood in front of Jiang Yi. On the freezing day, he was like holding a knife, stabbing accurately.

Jin Jiangyi's heart: "Fu Dong only has you left. If you are like this, what is the meaning of his life? What is the meaning of struggling and fighting against others?"

He held the bag that Jiang Yi wanted to use to test Fu Xiting in his hand. He looked down at Jiang Yi, touched her hair for the first time, and advised her like an elder brother: "Jiang Yi, smart people shouldn't do anything for others.

Confused by emotions, being destroyed in the hands of others is far less terrible than being destroyed in one's own hands. There is still an excuse for losing to others, but it is unforgivable to lose to oneself."

Next to the two of them, a few weak lights were on in the villa, and people could be vaguely seen moving around.

"Go! He's waiting for you."

Qian Xingzhi said, carrying the bag and going to the guard room nearby.

This was his temporary base.

Jiang Yi pushed the door open and went in. The heat rushed into the room, dissipating the coldness all over her body.

The people standing in the entrance hall were all excited.

Fu Xiting walked out and took the bag and flowers from her hand: "Why don't you come in and blow the wind in the yard when you get home?"

Jiang Yi lowered his head and changed his shoes while responding to Fu Xiting's words: "We talked about something."

The man turned around and put the roses brought back by Jiang Yi into the vase. Behind him, Jiang Yi quietly walked over and inserted a pair of cold claws into Fu Xiting's waist.

Probably because of his psychological achievements, the man didn't have much reaction except for a moment of tension when he was iced.

He hugged Jiang Yi with his backhand, lowered his head and kissed her forehead: "What's the name of the flower?"

"Freud."

"Is there a moral to it?"

"Faith, reserve, tranquility, hope," when answering Fu Xiting's question, Jiang Yi suddenly felt that this was a portrayal of Fu Xiting's life.

The world kissed him with pain, but he responded with songs.

The man hugged her, his chin rubbed the top of her hair, and his voice was gentle: "I like it, is there any flower language?"

"You wander through my dreams carelessly."

Fu Xiting held Jiang Yi's hand tighter: "I hope our lives are like its bright and warm colors, not like its flower language."

Jiang Yi hugged him and rubbed the man's chest: "I will."

"what's for dinner?"

Jiang Yi raised her head and looked at Fu Xiting, as soft as a baby.

"Are you hungry?" Fu Xiting asked softly.

Jiang Yien said.

Fu Xiting lowered his head and glanced at his watch: "Wait a moment? Wen Ziqi and Mengyao should be on their way here."

"Did you make an appointment with them?" Jiang Yi frowned, probably because he felt uncomfortable being disturbed.

"dislike?"

Jiang Yi tilted his head: "That's not..."

She didn't say anything, Fu Xiting grabbed her waist and sat on the dining table, rubbing her over and over again.

Kiss her deeply.

The utmost tenderness was given to her.

For a long time, when Jiang Yi could hardly breathe, Fu Xiting pressed Jiang Yi's forehead and said softly: "You are not in the right mood today."

The emotions in Jiang Yi's mind flashed wildly, as if he was trying to find a suitable explanation to explain why he was feeling wrong.

She thought for a moment and finally found a suitable reason and excuse: "Su Sheng came to see me today and asked me if I was interested in finding a new home."

Fu Xiting's face turned cold when he heard Su Sheng's name: "What else did you say?"

"There are quite a few, they are all flirtatious words."

Jiang Yi touched the back of the man's neck, as if he were touching a cat.

The man held her waist and said seriously: "A second-generation ancestor like Su Sheng, stay away from him."

"But it sticks to me like a piece of brown sugar." Jiang Yi pretended to be distressed.

Fu Xiting understood: "I broke three of his ribs last time, and he was inactive for two years. This time...six?"

Jiang Yi suddenly laughed and kissed Fu Xiting's lips: "You look very handsome when you are angry."

"To be precise, Mrs. Fu just likes to use other men to make me jealous."

"That's not because Mr. Fu is as calm as a god who doesn't eat fireworks from the world. When I see you come down to earth, my bad taste arouses."

Jiang Yi patted Fu Xiting's shoulder and got down from the dining table.

"Su Sheng is staying. It's probably the Meng family who came here to test it out. If he wants to play, I'll play with him."

Jiang Yi said, seeming to be frozen, sniffing, Fu Xiting took the tissue and handed it to her: "How do you want to play?"

Jiang Yi blew his nose and wanted to find a place to throw the paper. Fu Xiting stretched out his palm: "Give it to me!"

She handed over the tissue in her hand, and then expressed her thoughts, but what she got in exchange was silence.

"Isn't it appropriate?" Jiang saw the silence and asked.

Before Fu Xiting could speak, the doorbell rang.

She went to open the door and saw Wen Ziqi and Mengyao standing at the door carrying large and small bags.

Jiang Yi looked at it, a little surprised: "Why are you carrying so many things?"

Mengyao responded with a smile: "Then you have to ask Mr. Fu."

"This is the first time I've seen someone treat someone else to a meal. The guest needs to bring food."

Jiang Yi suddenly laughed when he heard this.

Taking the thing from Mengyao's hand: "You understand, I understand, now you are alone."

Mengyao called out unhappily: "I'm very busy, okay?"

In the living room, Fu Xiting's light voice sounded at the right time: "Are you busy eating and drinking at other people's houses?"

"Fu Dong is still fair and only tells the truth," Wen Ziqi sighed as he carried things into the kitchen.

Mengyao curled her lips and looked at Jiang Yi.

The latter shrugged.

In 2011, Jiang Yi imagined many ways to welcome it, but never thought of this.

A few months ago, several people she never thought would meet came together.

In this small world, holding wine glasses and surrounding the hot pot, we had a simple yet extraordinary meal.

While the hot pot was boiling, Mengyao seemed to think of the past, and she said something with emotion: "I feel like this is life."

At this table, there is no one who needs to poke other people's pain points to get pleasure, so when Mengyao said these words, everyone was silent for a moment in perfect agreement, and then...

Wen Ziqi poured her a glass of wine, and words of affirmation came out: "After getting along with you for this period of time, your character and person are no problem. I can testify that, so, Mengyao, if you don't

There is no need to live for yourself. If you have this ideological consciousness, I think we should toast you."

"Thirty-two is not too late."

Jiang Yi and Fu Xiting listened to Wen Ziqi's words and picked up their cups one after another.

Halfway through dinner, Mengyao’s cell phone rang.

She picked it up, looked at it, and cut it off.

Everyone tacitly chose not to ask further questions.

The warmth of homely conversations around the fire flows in the living room.

Jiang Yi called Qian Xingzhi in, and everyone warmed the red wine and chatted about daily life.

Nearing the turning point, Jiang Yi was nestled on the sofa, and Fu Xiting's hands were stroking back and forth on her waist.

When the clock struck zero o'clock, the curtains in the villa slowly opened.

Fireworks went off in the yard outside the window.

When Mengyao saw the fireworks, she immediately rushed into the yard to play with the people outside.

She wanted to get up and watch, but she was pushed back to the sofa. Facing the laughter and laughter in the yard, he kissed her, licking her lips with his tongue, wandering around wantonly, wishing that his life would be settled here.

Jiang Yi responded to him with his neck raised.

On this day, Fu Xiting hugged her and spoke in a gentle and yearning tone: "I hope it will last forever, and the weather will be new every year."

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