Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 374 373: Shiyue comes to Meng Shu

Meng family villa.

The atmosphere was terribly gloomy.

Su Xin stood at the door of the children's room, listening to the aunt inside coaxing the child to eat in a low voice.

The little guy got into a tantrum inside and swept everything off the table.

The aunt looked at him, her worried eyes falling on him. She originally wanted to give some kind words to persuade him, but when she thought that Su Xin was at the door, all her words of advice came to her lips.

In the past, I could tell my children to be obedient or they would starve, but now, I dare not.

"Madam," the aunt packed her things and went out, then stood at the door and looked at Su Xin with a troubled face.

The latter's face was gloomy, and he looked at the children in the room. The anger he had endured for a long time could no longer be tolerated.

He opened the door, went in, picked up the several-year-old child on the bed, and warned fiercely: "If you dare to lose your temper again, I will throw you into the forest to feed the wild animals."

"Madam, madam," the aunt was so frightened that she stretched out her hand to pull Su Xin's hand away.

This child is simply pitiable in Su Xin's hands.

But unfortunately, there is nothing we can do.

Fu Xiting didn't care about his life or death at all. He would still be alive if he stayed here with Su Xin.

But he just lives a bit useless.

It used to be okay a few years ago, as he and Su Xin could pretend to be a loving mother and a filial son. But since someone told him the truth, everything has changed.

"Being raised in a wealthy family can't change the vulgar blood in his bones. Just like his father, he can't get on any serious stage."

Su Xin angrily threw all the pillows on the sofa to the ground.

The anger all over my body is hard to get rid of.

And the origin of all this has to start with going to the hospital today.

She has been plotting all this since Meng Shu became pregnant. Unexpectedly, after a few years, all her plots have come to nothing.

Who would have thought that such a good child would have chronic leukemia.

This made Su Xin, who wanted to sit back and enjoy the success, suddenly unable to sit still. What does this mean?

The child may die.

Even if she could survive, she would have to spend most of her time taking care of him.

Suddenly, all her plans were disrupted.

But now, if you give up, you will undoubtedly be stabbed in the back.

"Madam, Miss Shi is here." Before Su Xin's anger was over, Shi Yue came.

"not see."

The butler came back with a plan in his hand: "Miss Shi said, this is the plan for the dinner the day after tomorrow, for your review."

On this day, Shiyue left the Meng family.

Go straight to the villa next to the hospital.

I followed the address Zhao Ying gave me and found it.

When he saw Wen Qi, his calm mood rippled like a stone thrown into the water of a pond.

Even Shiyue himself couldn't tell whether his emotions were true or false for a moment.

Everything she had experienced recently told her that the beautiful life before was just an illusion. Now, when she saw Wenqi, the sense of reality burst out like fireworks at midnight and blossomed.

.

It seems that Wenqi exists to prove to the world that everything she says is true.

The persona she established for herself did not come out of thin air.

It was the thrill of a lie that was about to be confirmed, and she desperately needed to grab hold of these things.

"Miss Shi?" Wen Qi looked at her through the iron gate with a little surprise in his eyes.

Shiyue nodded slowly: "It's me, Aunt Wen."

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the two of them looked at each other through the iron gate. Wenqi had no intention of letting Shiyue in. The few words they exchanged could be considered greetings, but they were just greetings.

Shiyue thought she would feel like going home after finding Meng Shu, but - not.

Behind this iron door is indifference, alienation and unwillingness to make a final decision.

Things are different and people are different.

It's not that many years ago anymore.

"Can I go in and see Aunt Meng?" Shiyue said cautiously.

Wen Qi smiled lightly: "Yueyue, I appreciate your kindness for Madam."

The implication is that there is no need to look at it.

Shi Yue was the only one who could enter a place that even Su Xin was turned away from.

If Fu Xiting knew about this, there would definitely be another war.

Shiyue seemed to have never thought that she would be rejected. Faced with Wen Qi's soft words, she was stunned for a moment.

Then, knowing that she was in a hurry, she handed over the thing in her hand without too much entanglement: "Excuse me, Aunt Wen, and say hello to me."

When Shiyue walked forward, Wenqi handed the things to the servants and told them to throw them away.

Taking it in will only remind Meng Shu of sad things.

"Who is here again?" In the villa, Meng Shu was leaning on the sofa with a blanket on her knees.

The whole person was in a low mood, quite depressed.

Wen Qi leaned over, poured out the cold water in her cup, and replaced it with hot water: "A girl came to the wrong place to ask for directions."

When Meng Shu glanced at Wen Qi with a faint gaze, she was a little confused: "I'm afraid I went the wrong way!"

"If you don't look for it deliberately, you can't get into our place."

Wen Qi paused while holding the cup. She didn't expect Meng Shu to be so vigilant. Just as she was thinking about how to speak, Meng Shu changed the topic herself: "No matter who it is, there is no need to let it in. I am so broken."

It is a sin if one's body stains the eyes of others."

"Don't talk about yourself like that," Wen Qi couldn't bear it.

I think back then, Meng Shu was a proud daughter of heaven.

He is the top symbol of the entire capital. He was so proud at first, but now he uses the word "broken" to describe himself.

She was trapped in shackles, unable to break free and unable to find herself.

I have lived and struggled with my father and brother's calculations my whole life.

Only a few people who loved her died in her own hands.

But they have no right to hate the unfairness of the world. There are many people in this cage who are even more miserable than them.

Here, Jiang Yi woke up with morning sickness and squatted in front of the toilet in the bathroom until he vomited.

Fu Xiting stood behind him and caressed his back.

In the bedroom, Fu Xiting's cell phone placed on the bedside was vibrating.

Jiang Yi finished vomiting and collapsed on the ground.

His cheek fell on his arm, and he sighed softly.

Fu Xiting carried the person into the bedroom and brought him a cup of water for him to rinse his mouth with.

"Mobile phone," Jiang Yi reminded him softly, breathing weakly.

"Don't worry, drink some water first." He was not interested in working, and all his thoughts were on Jiang Yi.

How can you control so much when you see people being beaten to a state of disgrace?

People who have had a bout of vomiting in the morning have skipped breakfast.

Fu Xiting allowed Fu Xiting to say nice things without eating a grain of rice, and finally coaxed him with gentle words. Jiang Yi had no choice but to drink two mouthfuls of porridge and vomited again after drinking it.

At this time, Fu Xiting remembered a sentence he saw on the mobile phone connection, morning sickness is not a disease, vomiting can kill people.

"What do you want to eat? I can't do it without eating."

Jiang Yi was not being pretentious. Of course she knew it would be impossible not to eat it. After thinking about it for a while, she murmured: "Steamed buns."

Mr. Fu:

Steamed bun?

This special hobby made him think about what kind of species it was.

"What else?" He tried to give Jiang Yineng another dish name.

Just eating steamed buns is not enough.

The latter shook his head.

That day, Qian Xingzhi walked several streets to buy steamed buns. It wasn't that this thing was unusual, but the place where Jiang Yi lived was extremely expensive. Who would pay hundreds of thousands of rent a month to sell steamed buns?

How much do you need to sell in a day to make back your investment?

When Qian Xingzhi returned with the steamed buns, Jiang Yizheng was slumped on the sofa. Fu Xiting was squatting in front of her, stroking her with one hand and listening to the call with a mobile phone in the other hand.

"Have you gone in?" Qian Xingzhi heard this as he approached.

There may have been something said on the other side, but Fu Xiting's face didn't look very good.

After saying a few words, he hung up the phone.

The man put his cell phone on the coffee table and took the steamed buns from Qian Xingzhi's hand: "Those who keep an eye on Shiyue should pay close attention. If something uncontrollable happens, we will deal with it ruthlessly."

Qian Xingzhiwei asked: "Did something happen?"

"I don't have a long memory. Is there someone watching over Zhao Ying?"

"No."

"Since she is disobedient, let her shut up forever."

There are only two situations where people will shut up forever, one is mute, the other is dead.

According to Fu Xiting's tolerance for Zhao Ying, the latter is more likely to happen than the former.

He wants people to die.

It was not difficult for Qian Xingzhi to guess what Zhao Ying had done, either he had done something illegal, or he had instigated others to do something illegal.

No matter which one it is, it is a death sentence.

Fu Xiting took care of himself, and focused all his attention on Jiang Yi. Occasionally, two troublemakers came over, and he no longer wanted to play with them.

"Keep her alive if needed."

It would be too easy for her to deal with Zhao Ying now.

Qian Xingzhi paused as he was about to go out. He glanced at Fu Xiting and saw the latter humming as if in agreement before saying hello.

He was originally from Jiang Yi, but at this time, Fu Xiting was obviously more clear-minded than Jiang Yi.

"Mr. Zhao can't hold on for a few more years. It's better to let the Zhao family hold on while he is still here, which can be regarded as making you a wedding dress."

"I need his profit to fill my teeth?" Fu Xiting looked down on it. When Zhao Zhen was here, he could still take a high look at the Zhao family, but now...it's just an empty shell.

The old man was in charge of the Zhao family, which was also struggling in various emerging companies.

He couldn't even play in an ordinary company, let alone fight against him Fu Xiting. Zhao Ying went to hook up with Shiyue, but he just couldn't swallow it and wanted to struggle hard to give himself an explanation.

…

The next day, Jiang Yi and Fu Xiting went to the hospital for a prenatal check-up in the morning. Since everything had been arranged long ago, there was no big commotion.

But there are always a few good people who enjoy talking about others.

The problem is that no matter how meticulous Fu Xiting's preparations are, his mouth is always on someone else's body.

"Is that Mr. Fu just now? Is that Xin Huan next to him?"

"Ex-wife," someone popularized it.

"This...ex-wife is pregnant after the divorce? Is this drama so magical?"

"Looking at Mr. Fu's cautious look, he seems to care a lot!"

On this day, Shiyue came to the hospital for a review.

After the examination, I went to the bathroom, and when I was about to go in to get my bag and leave, I heard the gossip of the nurse inside.

If nothing else, just the words Mr. Fu were enough to make her alert.

As for my ex-wife, the words "pregnancy" made her feel like she was being insulted in public.

I've finally come back to life. Apart from a slight cough and brain pain, I'm pretty much fine... I'm slowly starting to update~

(End of chapter)