Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 377 376 Sister is not that fragrant

Jiang Yi's experiences in her early years determined that she was not a person with extremely high demands on life.

In those years, the surface was glamorous, and there were not many days when people lived in war-torn areas and slept rough.

There are times when you are hungry and you are full every now and then.

I couldn't stay home for more than three or five days before I had to go to the next battlefield.

Every time I come home, my house is a mess, there are expired foods in the refrigerator, and there may be instant noodles from two months ago on the dining table, exuding a stench.

The first thing a person who has been busy for a long time does when he gets home is to throw himself on the sofa without any body language.

Compared to Fu Xiting's aristocratic aura buried deep in his bones.

Jiang Yi falls into the sloppy category.

I don’t pay much attention to what I eat.

Desire for food and drink does not exist with her.

Slander is a new term in her life dictionary.

At midnight, Yi Tian took a rest.

Mrs. Fu squatted on the dining chair, with a bowl of soup in front of her eyes and a mobile phone in her hand, reading gossip news.

There are countless news about her and Fu Xiting on the web.

When Jiang Yihua pulled up his cell phone, his eyes fell on an eye-catching title: "Fu Dong Xin Huan"

New love?

Mrs. Fu became interested and wanted to eat the melon on her own husband.

Is there anything more exciting than this?

It was like having a bottle of wine late at night, stimulating her senses and magnifying them infinitely.

There is something almost a desire for knowledge at work.

"What are you looking at?"

Mr. Fu stood behind her for a long time, and the man didn't even pay him any attention. He couldn't help but wonder what caught her eye.

And what about Mrs. Fu?

First, he casually scooped a spoonful of soup into his mouth, and then, intentionally or unintentionally, he asked: "What color is that hair on your body this afternoon?"

Mr. Fu:………….The man was silent for a moment, seeming to find his lover’s question very unique.

Mr. Fu's mind was spinning a thousand times, faster than at the negotiating table. He broke Jiang Yi's words into pieces and thought about it carefully.

"I didn't look closely."

Mrs. Fu clicked her tongue and refused: "Go and dig through the trash can."

Mr. Fu:…………..“It’s early morning, honey.”

The implication is, just go to sleep! Don't torment others.

"I can't sleep until I think about it," Mrs. Fu said online.

The gaze fixed on Mr. Fu was too displeased: "If I can't sleep, then just stay up late with your wife and children."

"If I make any mistake, you can punish me with the law instead of asking me to dig through the trash can in the middle of the night." Fu Xiting has never done this kind of thing.

"I don't care, I just want to know." Jiang Yi's attitude was firm.

Mr. Fu's jaw tightened and his whole body was full of resistance, but obviously, his resistance was of no use when Jiang Yi wanted to know the truth.

Mr. Fu has a headache, a real headache.

He pulled up the chair next to Jiang Yi and sat down, preparing to explain his feelings to her: "You should focus on the reality instead of focusing on illusory things."

"For example?" Mrs. Fu kicked the ball straight.

“Isn’t it more important to care about your husband’s mental health than you care about those things?”

The tip of Jiang Yi's tongue touched her cheek, as if she was debating whether she should say something or not. She thought about it for three to five seconds before saying, "What do I care about you? Do I care whether the coffin lid will flip or slide after you die?"

The restaurant at midnight had a strong smell of gunpowder.

Mr. Fu didn’t know where he had offended anyone.

So much so that at a young age, he asked his wife to consider the style of his coffin after his death.

The man got up and poured himself a glass of water.

When he picked up the cup and was about to bring it to his lips, he saw Jiang Yi's cell phone screen.

On the screen, he was standing in line at the door of the pastry shop. Standing in front of him was a girl looking up at him with a look of admiration on her face.

The girl's unconventional red hair is particularly eye-catching.

He understands.

I got fucked up in the middle of the night all because of a photo.

Fu Xiting sighed, reached out and took away the mobile phone from Jiang Yi's hand, and said in a deep voice: "Just because of a photo, you started arranging my funeral arrangements?"

"Less?" Mrs. Fu asked abruptly.

Mr. Fu was silent, choosing to use silence instead of explaining.

Go upstairs with the cup in hand.

Mrs. Fu was reluctant and followed closely: "This man has been in love with Dong Fu for a long time, and he is also a good friend of Zhang Shi's daughter. He should be a good match no matter what, won't Dong Fu consider it?"

"Um——————."

Jiang Yi's chatter stopped, and Fu Xiting grabbed her waist and put her on the chest of drawers by the door.

It’s just a moment, it’s mainly about being a guest.

The atmosphere was high at midnight. The man's gentle palm fell on Jiang Yi's slender waist and he stroked it back and forth. The warmth in his palm was like freshly warmed liquor. Everywhere he went, it was soothing.

Heavy breathing sounds intertwined. Jiang Yi gently pushed Mr. Fu away, and his slightly chaotic breathing was mixed with restraint: "Don't seduce me."

The man hugged her and sighed in her ears: "Baby, who is seducing whom?"

Jiang Yi was a little delirious from being kissed, and she lay on Mr. Fu's neck and gasped.

The man held her palm and rubbed it slowly.

Finally, three to five minutes later, perhaps out of lust, the man spoke softly: "I'm going to wrong you."

…

Wronged?

It is indeed a grievance.

Jiang Yi collapsed on the bed, and Mr. Fu wiped her palms with a warm towel.

Jiang Yi only felt his palms burning.

Compared with the comfort of the former, the sadness of the latter almost fills the house.

On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, Mr. Fu went to work.

With the start of the new year, there are many other matters, such as the Meng family.

Su Xin and Meng Qian have had a stable year. After the new year, many things will be put on the agenda. Whether it is the socializing between the wives or the socializing between Meng Qian and his colleagues, they are all unfolding one after another.

There are rumors that Meng Qian had a lively chat with Hong Kong businessmen at the main residence of the Meng family some time ago.

Before leaving, a large amount of funds from Hong Kong businessmen arrived.

There is no shortage of talents in the capital. Among the people coming and going in this city, there are more and more young people who are not afraid of death and want to work hard to achieve something. Just like Shiyue, there are countless such people.

Su Xin gradually tasted the benefits of her cooperation with Shiyue.

Shiyue became her right-hand assistant.

As she traveled between major occasions, she arranged everything carefully and properly.

No matter who you meet, you have to say a word or two.

On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, rich ladies from wealthy families in the capital gathered together. Su Xin held a small tea party in a private cafe. There were only about 20 or 30 people who came, but these 20 or 30 people were all top-notch members of the wealthy families.

In the coffee shop, people gathered together in small groups and chatted.

When chatting about time and month, some people disdained and ridiculed me.

But the sarcasm can only be done in private.

After all, she was Mrs. Meng's popular figure.

But there are some people who are young and ignorant, and obviously see the passage of time, and deliberately raise the sarcasm: "It's a broken house, have you heard? The identities are all fake, and they have children abroad, why are you pretending to be an innocent girl?

?”

"You————," Tao Juan heard such harsh words, and her first reaction was to go up and argue.

But Shi Yue stopped the words before they left his mouth.

She looked at her and shook her head slowly.

Signaling her to endure.

On the side, Tao Juan was pulled into a corner and became angry at Shiyue, asking why she was being held back.

Shiyue patted her on the shoulder and gave her seven words: "A small impatience will mess up a big plan."

Shiyue's ambitions don't stop there.

Su Xin is just a springboard for her to go to her next destination. If she can't bear this, wouldn't she have been in vain for so many years?

"If they hadn't been born with a good pregnancy, what qualifications would they have to stand in front of you and show off their power?"

Shiyue signaled Tao Juan to be silent: "Every word you say now may be used by others to harm me. Tao Juan, watch your mouth."

When Shiyue returned to the hall again, everyone surrounded Zhang Le.

Congratulations came one after another. There were only a few young talents in the capital that could be counted.

Now, Zhang Le is about to become the young lady of the Si family. When she marries into the family, she will be the matron of a wealthy family. There will be no cumbersome relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. The situation where one person dominates is enviable to many.

This is similar to what people say on the Internet about having a car, a house, but no father or mother.

Zhang Le saw Shiyue from a distance.

I didn't want to say hello, but Shiyue came over with a wine glass and politely said congratulations to her.

This congratulation was instantly ridiculed.

"Miss Shi, it's better not to congratulate you. It's unlucky."

There was no embarrassment on Shiyue's face. Instead, she smiled and apologized for her rashness just now: "I was rash, Miss Zhang, please forgive me."

"Miss Shi was joking," Zhang Le greeted politely without any extra words.

But this is what gives people an unattainable arrogance.

This banquet on the eighth day of the lunar month is full of competition for beauty.

Su Xin stood not far away and took in the overall situation, seeing that the atmosphere was almost getting better.

He glanced at the person next to him, who understood.

Shiyue stood in the middle of the venue and reached out to put the wine glass in her hand on the tray. Unexpectedly, the waiter removed the tray and the wine glass fell on a certain lady's wine glass.

In an instant, a scream rang out, followed by a slap from the lady on her face.

Shiyue was a little confused after being beaten.

The moment I turned my head, I saw the off-white figure slowly disappearing in the aisle.

"It's a grace to let you in. Otherwise, what qualifications do you think you have to stand here and drink with us based on your rank? Miss Shi's methods may be used on men in exchange for some pity, but you don't

Forget, there are no men here."

"The things in the hook are just for you, but they are also dirty for others."

The women's scoldings continued one after another.

Shiyue stood there without saying a word.

She appeared here today as Su Xin's friend.

The person in front of her was scolding her like this, and no one around Su Xin said a word. This meant that Su Xin approved all of this.

Otherwise, how dare these people slap the host in the face.

When Shiyue realized this, her heart trembled slightly.

Is Su Xin trying to remind herself?

On the evening of the eighth day of the lunar month, guests were welcomed into Jiang Yi's villa.

The arrival of Wen Ziqi brought the prepared dinner to a halt.

Jiang Yi opened the door and was a little surprised when he saw the man standing at the door: "Looking for Fu Xiting?"

"Looking for you."

Jiang Yi was confused, took a step back, and motioned for people to come in.

Probably seeing that it was dinner time, Wen Ziqi went straight to the topic without stopping too much.

"I need you to help me contact Mengyao."

Jiang Yi's pouring hand froze, and she almost spilled a cup of boiling water. Fortunately, Wen Ziqi's quick eyesight and quick hands helped her wrist, saving her from being burned.

"I'll do it myself," the man took over her action of pouring water.

Jiang Yi sat on the sofa and looked up at Wen Ziqi who put the kettle on the coffee table: "What happened to you and Mengyao?"

Wen Ziqi held the water glass in one hand and picked up the pillow on the sofa with the other hand and placed it behind Jiang Yi. He vaguely knew that she was a pregnant woman and was taking care of her even though she was not pregnant yet.

"It's hard to put it into words."

Jiang Yi remained silent, waiting for Wen Ziqi's next words.

"I went to Huzhou for a meal on New Year's Eve and something unpleasant happened. After I settled my family, I came back to find her and found that she had settled me."

Wen Ziqi was very angry. He was busy with work the year before. On New Year's Eve, he went back to Shanghai for New Year's Eve dinner. In the middle of the New Year's Eve dinner, he learned that Mengyao had returned to his hometown and had a connecting flight in Shanghai. He rushed to the airport to take her home at all costs.

, the Wen family was greatly frightened. Wen's father was hanging out in the shopping mall, so naturally he had heard about Mengyao's deeds, and his words during the dinner were not so nice.

It was rare for Wen Ziqi to lose his temper at the dinner table in front of the whole family.

He also made harsh words such as if she is there, there is me, and if there is no her, there is no me.

After the whole argument, Mengyao appeared calm.

When Wen Ziqi sent him away, the two of them didn't even quarrel.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I turned around, the person was gone.

He couldn't find anyone in his hometown, and he didn't answer calls or text messages. Coming to Jiang Yi was already the best choice he could make after ruling out all possibilities.

Jiang Yi was quite frightened when he heard this, and repeated Wen Ziqi's words: "Meet the parents?"

The latter nodded: "So."

Jiang Yi asked again: "When you took her back, didn't you think that the Wen family would not accept it?"

Wen Ziqi held the water glass and asked Jiang Yi: "Is it important?"

"Isn't it important? A lonely ghost wandering the world alone, any relationship that is too close or too distant will cause harm to her."

"You have the confidence to say it's not important because they are your family and they are healthy. Mengyao chose to leave because she knows the importance of her relatives. If her existence will bring harm to you, do you think you can

How would her character handle this?"

Wen Ziqi fell silent.

For a coward, generosity and honesty can scare people away.

"Afraid of further relationships? Then why is she seducing me?"

"If something happens to others, they will solve it. If something happens to her, I will solve it?"

Wen Ziqi's anger became a little stronger.

Jiang Yi:.

Wen Ziqi came and went in a hurry.

Fu Xiting, who was fast, had not yet reacted.

The man who was helping Yi Tian in the kitchen finally got out, turned around and saw - he was gone.

"Leaving?"

Jiang Yi nodded: "I came to see Mengyao."

"Frustrated?"

"That's right!"

The man laughed lightly, pulled out the paper towel on the coffee table and wiped the water stains on his hands: "As expected, my sister doesn't smell that good."

(End of chapter)