Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 380 379 I want you to help me kill Fu Xiting

The Zhao family invited a group of professional mourners from the funeral home to squat downstairs at the Dongting Group.

Every morning in the early morning, cries of crying and screaming will be heard in the Dongting Group on time.

It attracted a group of media reporters to snoop on and publicize it wildly.

Once Zhao Ying died, the Zhao family basically collapsed. The old man was old and half-retired to hell. As for Mrs. Zhao, she was a woman who couldn't stand on any stage and was not worthy of anyone's attention.

In the morning, in the office on the top floor, Guan Qing stood in Fu Xiting's office and handed over the newspaper in his hand: "This group of media reporters described the chaos downstairs with an attitude of fearing that the world would not be chaotic. Everyone was worried about Zhao Ying's death.

The insinuation is aimed at your head."

Guan Qing stood in Fu Xiting's office that day, with a sad look on his face.

The newspaper in my hand is more like a hot potato.

And what about the latter?

There is a book in front of me, a book about pregnant women.

"One hundred things to note for fathers-to-be"

The book is currently lying on Fu Xiting's desk. Most of it has been flipped through, but the other half has not yet been read.

Compared with Dongting Group being involved in scandals, he seems to be more willing to pay attention to his wife and children.

"Fu Dong," Guan Qing said nothing when he saw Fu Xiting.

A gentle call.

"How was your lover's appetite when she was pregnant?"

"What?" Guan Qing was stunned.

The topic jumped so fast that he couldn't accept it.

They were obviously talking about things in the company, why did they suddenly jump to his lover?

Guan Qing felt that his little heart was pounding unbearably.

But I can only respond truthfully: "It's not good when you're pregnant with your first child, but it's good when you're pregnant with your second child."

Although he said this, Guan Qing was still complaining in his heart. When his wife was pregnant, he was being squeezed by his boss. Although Fu Xiting gave him a lot of vacation at that time, how could he dare to really rest?

As for some symptoms of his wife’s pregnancy, his mother told him.

Fu Xiting nodded, his mind obviously not on the company.

The boss's casualness worried a group of bosses trained by him.

I always feel that the Dongting Group is probably going to stop moving forward, and the grand project we planned together at the beginning of the year will soon come to nothing.

"Director Fu, downstairs?"

"Call the police."

"I'm afraid the police don't care about anything."

"I pay so much tax every year, and all I get in return is saying I don't care about anything?" The man raised his eyebrows slightly.

He looked at Guan Qing with a slightly questioning look.

Guan Qing understood.

It would be disrespectful to say anything else at this moment.

In the afternoon, the mourning procession invited by the Zhao family was violently driven away.

A group of people were taken away for disrupting public safety. In the police station, the police were not very nice. They just locked them up, ignored them, and released them when the time came.

The next day, I went to pick someone up at the entrance of Dongting Group.

This goes on and on.

After a few turns, Mrs. Zhao realized something was wrong. If she continued like this, she would just scratch Fu Xiting's itch without pain.

That morning, Mrs. Zhao went out and found Wu Mei.

Speaking of the Lin family, Lin Han has been keeping a low profile recently.

Lin Qinghe and Zhao Zhen died one after another. Regardless of whether Jiang Fu's people were taking revenge or not, they should be cautious.

If you don't want to follow in others' footsteps, you can only do it with your tail between your legs.

What she never expected was that someone didn't want to see them well and wanted to drag them into the water.

When Mrs. Zhao came to find her, Wu Mei's face was not very good.

Ask the secretary to inform him of his absence.

The secretary took the order and went out. As soon as he turned around, he saw Mrs. Zhao standing at the door of the office.

The gloomy face is like a living person who has been dormant among the dead for a long time. The gloomy look in his eyes is particularly scary.

"Mrs. Zhao——Mrs. Zhao."

"Is your boss here?"

The secretary stammered, not sure if she heard the conversation just now: "In——."

Ming Shu pushed the door open and saw Wu Mei leaning on the office chair with a headache.

"I'm not telling you——."

The impatient voice stopped suddenly, Wu Mei thought it was the secretary who came in again, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Ming Shu standing at the door.

Wu Mei was startled.

In an instant, the impatience on his face disappeared, and he put on a suitable smile: "Mingshu."

"Are you bothering me?" Ming Shupi responded to Wu Mei's charming expression with a smile.

"Anyway, I'm glad you're here," Wu Mei said with a smile.

"I hope so," Ming Shu said.

The two of them sat at the tea table nearby and chatted briefly, hooking up or not. Wu Mei had the good sense not to mention Zhao Ying.

In other words, I dare not mention it.

She knew clearly that the drunkard's intention today was not to drink, so if she said anything in a hurry, wouldn't she be asking for trouble?

"My daughter is dead."

After the polite greetings, there was an almost mournful informing voice.

Ming Shu leaned on the chair, holding a cup of white tea in his hand, looking at Wu Mei and continued: "Everyone who did that thing has paid the price one after another, but your Lin family is the only one who is still standing, Wu Mei, I am very

Do you doubt me?"

Wu Mei pursed her lips slightly: "You mean, Zhao Ying's death has something to do with us?"

Mingshu sneered: "More than that."

She now suspected that the whole thing was the work of the Lin family, and that Jiang Fu was still alive was just an illusion.

Wu Mei slapped and dropped the cup in his hand on the table, with a cold face: "Mingshu, the entire capital knows that you will be punished only if you offend the people you shouldn't offend. Now, you actually want to kill Zhao Ying."

Blame it on us?”

Bang - the cup in Mingshu's hand hit Wu's brow: "You and I are birds of the same forest. When disaster strikes, we will die together."

Ming Shu almost gritted his teeth at the last three words: "Now that we have done it, others will stop talking about it. We'd better not let anyone go."

Wu Mei raised her hand and touched her forehead. When she took her hand off her head, her palm was scarlet red.

Even though he was full of anger, Wu Mei knew that Ming Shu could not be provoked at this time. This woman's emotions had reached the critical point and she could not bear any stimulation.

She desperately wanted to find someone to bury her daughter with.

Wu Mei suppressed the anger in her heart, rubbed her throat as hard as she could, and said, "Mingshu, I understand your mood. If you need help with this matter, just say it directly. There is no need to beat around the bush between us."

"I want you to help me kill Fu Xiting."

The book clearly states the topic.

He looked at Wu Mei with hatred in his eyes.

Killing Fu Xiting, what a fantasy, it's like what someone who just came out of a mental hospital would say.

There were so many people in the capital that they even forgot to breathe when they saw that superior person.

And some people even shamelessly wanted to kill him.

Wu Mei thought, Ming Shu is really crazy.

Want to kill Fu Xiting.

In 2006, someone blocked Fu Xiting's car on the road because his company was acquired.

What happened in the end?

Until now, I am still in the bureau, living but unable to survive, and dying but unable to die.

Fu Xiting has many tricks to keep people alive for the rest of their lives.

Now, Mingshu actually wants to go down this old road.

What a terrifying thought?

That's it, you still want her to get involved?

How is this different from letting her die?

Although she knew it in her heart, Wu Mei still chose to accompany her to finish the scene.

"I will help you."

Mainly comfort.

There is no reason to talk to a madman.

Mingshu seemed to be very satisfied with Wu Mei's performance and didn't dwell too much.

On the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, it was a rainy day in the capital. When we woke up in the morning, a light drizzle flowed down the glass.

When Jiang Yi opened his eyes, Fu Xiting was no longer around, only the cat nestled at his feet, belly up, sleeping.

In the fourth month of her pregnancy, Mrs. Fu's morning sickness had improved, but she still had occasional attacks.

Attacks are most frequent in the morning and after lunch break in the afternoon.

For this reason, Mr. Fu's contact with Xu Qi became closer.

But helpless.

Whether it was people who had experienced it, or experiences in books, or on the Internet, all told him that there was no solution to morning sickness.

When Jiang Yi lifted up the quilt and got up and was about to enter the bathroom, a man came in with thin beads of sweat on his face, looking like he had just finished exercising.

"woke up?"

Fu Xiting walked towards Jiang Yi, but when he was about to meet someone, Mrs. Fu stopped her with her hand.

"Don't come over here, I don't want to smell the sweat on your body."

If it were normal, Mr. Fu would definitely be angry.

But now, several experiences have told him that stopping is the best choice.

Jiang Yi stepped forward and entered the bathroom.

Fu Xiting followed him in with his home clothes.

One person occupies the toilet and one person occupies the shower room.

The transparent glass in the middle seems to be blocking everything, but it also seems to be blocking nothing.

Jiang Yi's shyness at the beginning turned into indifference.

In Ai Hao's words, they are already an old married couple and have children, so why do they still care about those things?

It's not that Jiang Yi doesn't care, it's just that he can't care.

Jiang Yi stood up after going to the toilet, feeling a little dizzy. She stretched out her hand to hold on to the wall beside her, and it took a long time for her to feel better.

In the shower room, when Fu Xiting saw this, he didn't have time to rinse off the foam from the shower gel on his body, so he stretched out his hand to wrap a bath towel around him.

He hurried towards Jiang Yi with bare feet.

"What's wrong?"

"Dizziness."

"Shall I hug you?"

"No, I'll stand for a moment, don't touch me."

She didn't want to be covered in shower gel foam and have to take a shower later.

Fu Xiting's worried face dropped a few points due to Jiang Yi's words.

After a few seconds of silence, he said something pretentious, picked him up and placed him on the imperial concubine's couch by the window.

Jiang Yi felt a little reluctant after hearing these words.

"You're used to being pretentious."

Fu Xiting went into the cloakroom and put on a bathrobe. He went downstairs and brought breakfast: "I'm willing to spoil you, but I'm afraid you think I've spoiled you too much."

Jiang Yi: "…………..What do you mean to me?"

"With the conscience of heaven and earth, I still dare to forgive you?"

"Have I eaten the heart of a bear or the gall of a leopard?"

Since Jiang Yi became pregnant, Fu Xiting has been responsive to her every request.

Jiang Yi made people go east but not to the west.

Let the people go west and not dare to go north.

It wore away his temper.

Before going out, it depends on Jiang Yi's mood.

If he was on a business trip - it would be a trivial matter for Jiang Yi to greet his eighteenth generation ancestors. What he was afraid of was telling him to get out and not come in.

During this time, Yi Tian took care of Jiang Yi and figured out her temper.

Cotton wool is always kept in the study room.

In case Fu Xiting was kicked out in the middle of the night and had no place to sleep.

Jiang Yi was three months pregnant. I don’t know if it was because of progesterone or because she was really hungry. After taking a shower in the middle of the night, she chose a pajamas that made Fu Xiting’s blood boil. The black lace suspender had been gathering dust in Jiang Yi’s wardrobe for a long time. Fu Xiting

I thought that it would not be favored within three to five years.

Unexpectedly, he underestimated it.

Before going to bed, Jiang Yi wanted to.

He patiently and kindly explained to her the dangers of doing bad things during pregnancy.

Jiang refused, so Fu Xiting racked his brains and called out to his aunt to suppress her burning thoughts.

I thought it would be over,

When Mr. Fu was woken up at two o'clock in the morning, he knew that things were not simple.

The man lying on the bed felt like he was being roasted in a high-temperature oven, being teased by Jiang Yi and not daring to make a sound.

My whole body was sweating.

How frustrating!

If this were before pregnancy, Jiang Yi would probably have to beg her father to complain to her grandma and cry for her father and mother.

But during the pregnancy, he had to endure being Liu Xiahui.

In the middle of the night, Mr. Fu woke up and hugged someone to comfort him. The more he comforted him, the bigger the problem became.

Mrs. Fu asked him: "Do you want to do it or not?"

Mr. Fu answered truthfully: "I dare not do it."

The pregnant woman didn't give up, so she took out her mobile phone and started Baidu, and clicked on the words on the screen: It can be done in the second trimester.

"You are not in good health and cannot be generalized."

When has Mrs. Fu ever done such a humble thing?

Just for the sake of desire, I had to take the initiative to pick him off.

In the middle of the night, Yi Tian heard Jiang Yi getting angry, put on her nightgown and came out to see Fu Xiting being driven out.

Also thrown out was the male cat.

…..

Yi Tian saw Fu Xiting hurriedly carrying breakfast upstairs.

Worried that something might happen to Jiang Yi, he followed him.

Sure enough, he was half leaning on the imperial concubine's couch, his face pale.

I was quite panicked: "What's wrong?"

"It's hypoglycemia, it's okay."

The fourteenth day of the 12th lunar calendar falls on a Sunday.

Fu Xiting and Jiang Yi were both resting at home.

The two of them were busy in the study for a while in the morning. In the afternoon, Jiang Yi sat in the yard and basked in the sun.

She was flipping through Zhang Le's social account with her mobile phone in her hand, as if she were reviewing a memorial, thoroughly reviewing the love story between her and Si Bai.

"Did Wen Ziqi find Mengyao?"

"Found it," Fu Xiting informed calmly.

"Where?"

"In a small town under Huzhou."

It's useless to find it. Wen Ziqi has more important things to do right now.

Things like the love between children and their parents have to be put aside.

Jiang Yi was worried: "Will the Wen family accept Mengyao?"

"Wen Ziqi just accepts it."

Perhaps he was worried too much, and Jiang Yi frowned as he felt a headache.

She stretched out her hand to pick up the cup and take a sip of water. Suddenly, the movement in her stomach made her outstretched hand freeze in mid-air.

Fu Xiting looked away from the document in front of him, and his back suddenly tensed: "What's wrong?"

He couldn't see anything strange about Jiang Yi.

Every time he saw something strange about him, Fu Xiting always felt like a hand was grabbing his heart and rubbing it.

"He moved," Jiang Yi was a little surprised.

The hand that was frozen in mid-air slowly fell on her slightly protruding belly.

Fu Xiting was also a little surprised. He stood up and squatted in front of Jiang Yi, placing his palm on her belly.

The two first-time parents held their breath one after another, waiting for any movement from the little one, but after a long time, they were disappointed.

At the end of the day, Fu Xiting crooked his fingertips and tapped Jiang Yi's belly, whispering: "Little lazy pig."

And the little guy, perhaps because he heard his father's words, moved again out of dignity.

(End of chapter)