Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 386 385 Dealing with Meng Qian

In 2012, since the beginning of Jiang Yi's pregnancy, Fu Xiting has been thinking about how to break the battle line all the time.

From the beginning of wanting to kill Meng Qian to the current idea of ​​settling for the next best thing, things are changing all the time.

Fu Xiting and Jiang Yi, individually speaking, are not good people.

The two of them had suffered the same sins when they were young, and they never wanted their children to suffer any more.

As a parent, you should create more favorable conditions for your children.

Rather than letting them live in the abyss.

Single parent family.

Parents are not getting along.

This kind of topic should be nipped in the cradle before the child is born.

And the people who created these topics should be shut down from the beginning.

Jiang Yi was not a kind person, and Fu Xiting was even worse.

They can't do such noble things as poor Taoists and immortal Taoists.

Both of them together have no conscience at all.

At this time, it would not be merciful to take action.

Su Sheng has a desire to conquer Jiang Yi. Once a man has a desire to conquer a woman, things will be much easier to handle.

On this day of the month, he seemed to be staring at Jiang Yi intentionally. When he saw her and Su Sheng getting together, doubts gradually arose in his heart.

As the figures crossed each other, he saw Jiang Yi stuffing something into Su Sheng's pocket, and his whole body instantly became alert.

He declined the person he was talking to and followed Su Sheng all the way to the elevator.

Then, seeing the elevator stop on the sixth floor, she took the elevator on the other side and went up.

"Shiyue is following," Li Xing's voice sounded a little surprised in the headset.

When Jiang Yi heard this, he glanced around the crowd, and sure enough - he didn't see Shiyue.

"She is always indispensable when eating shit." Jiang Yi said, turning around and handing the wine glass in his hand to the waiter on the side.

Turn around and head towards the elevator entrance.

There was still some distance from the elevator entrance, Wen Ziqi said in a quick voice: "You stay here, I'll go take a look."

From the other side, Fu Xiting, who is always paying attention to the developments here, heard the calm voice: "Listen to Wen Ziqi, don't act rashly."

Jiang Yi stopped in her tracks. Standing in the crowd, her heartbeat speeded up unconsciously.

No matter how many times I calculated, I missed an hour and a month.

If everything was corrupted in her hands... No, no, no, no, this would never happen.

On the sixth floor, Su Sheng took out the room card, pushed open the door and went in. He saw that the room was empty. He was a little confused. Just as he was about to turn around, a white rag covered his mouth and nose and dragged him to the closet.

The whole person was silent.

In the corridor on the sixth floor, Shiyue stood at the elevator entrance and looked around, but she didn't see Su Sheng. She was quite puzzled. When she was thinking about contacting the hotel, she saw a waiter coming from the opposite side and stretched out her hand to stop him: "Hello

,Did you see a man coming just now?"

"Are you wearing a black suit?" the waiter asked.

Shiyue nodded: "Yes."

"Room 609, please knock on the door."

"Thank you," Shiyue thanked her, holding up her skirt and heading to room 609.

When I was about to raise my hand to ring the doorbell, I found that the door was closed.

"Young Master Su?" she called.

Inside the house, no one responded for a long time.

Shiyue was quite suspicious, and walked to the room with caution, stepping into the house, just in time to avoid the surveillance at the door.

Someone reached out from behind and covered her mouth.

Before the panic in his pupils could shrink, the person had already lost consciousness.

In the banquet hall, Meng Qian and his wife were communicating with Hong Kong businessmen.

There are many people around who are waiting for the opportunity to come and cling to you.

However, the conversation between the couple became more and more lively.

No intention of stopping at all.

In the crowd, the Hong Kong businessman's eyes crossed with Jiang Yi's, and a smile spread across his lips.

Su Xin was a little confused, so she followed his line of sight to see who had this ability, and caught the man's attention.

In Meng Qian's words, cooperation is only safe if there are mutual handles. Judging from the current situation, Hong Kong businessmen have been leading them by the nose and moving forward.

And they didn't hold each other half.

This kind of uncertainty and insecurity makes people panic, not to mention a person like Meng Qian who is in a high position and is used to controlling everything.

The forty-year-old Hong Kong businessman in front of him was like sand in his hand. No matter how tight he held it, he could not stop the cracks in his fingertips.

Su Xin looked over and saw no one there.

When he dared to raise his lips and wanted to say something to someone, the secretary of the Hong Kong businessman came over and whispered something in his ear.

The latter's brows tightened, and his whole body became a little tense. Anyone with a discerning eye could see the clues.

Meng Qian glanced at Su Xin.

The latter understood and left the crowd on the pretext of going to the toilet.

Just as we walked into the corridor, we heard someone's voice: "609, the people have arrived and are waiting for you to come up. We don't dare to do anything to them."

"Nonsense, you can't deal with a girl?"

Su Xin was shocked, what do you mean by dozing off from the pillow? They just saw that they had no clues, and then this happened to them.

In this life, a man will only give in to two things, one is money and the other is women.

The Hong Kong businessman was standing at the door of the latter.

Just barely stepped in.

"609?"

With a sarcastic smile on her lips, Su Xin pressed the elevator button and watched the elevator stop on the sixth floor slowly come down.

After a long time, if you ask Su Xin if she will press the elevator button at this moment, she will definitely tell you - no.

If there was ever a chance to turn around in life, she would definitely use this precious opportunity here.

Valentine's Day in 2012 was a turning point for Su Xin in the past few decades.

From the moment she stepped into the elevator, everything changed.

Fu Xiting drew a circle, waiting for her to step in little by little, and then slowly drew it.

Every step she takes is a trap set by Fu Xiting.

And, every word these people say is carefully planned.

When Su Xin opened the door of 609, she saw the man standing in the room with his back to the door.

Moreover, this man's body shape is quite similar to that of a Hong Kong businessman, but he also somewhat resembles Fu Xiting.

He stood tall and tall, standing by the window with his backlight, and his aura was like that of an immortal who was about to ascend to enlightenment.

Su Xin looked at the person and slowly looked away from around the room: "Mr. Li?"

Next to the window, the man lit a cigarette ashes. He seemed to be afraid that the ashes would burn the carpet, so he deliberately lit the ashes on the tiles on the window sill.

Su Xin saw no response.

Standing at the door, he moved slowly towards the house.

He called out again: "Li————."

The sound suddenly stopped, and the same method was used on the three people.

And no one escaped.

Hearing the noise behind him, the man standing by the window slowly turned around.

Underneath the deep brows is a handsome and tall nose, and lips that have been thin for a long time.

Hearing the closing sound, the bathroom door was opened. The Hong Kong businessman looked at the man standing by the window: "Director Fu, my mission has been completed."

"The tickets are on the table and the money is ready."

"Director Fu is a cheerful person, don't worry, I will carry this secret into the dust."

Fu Xiting smiled lightly, raised his hand and took a puff of cigarette. When he saw the Hong Kong businessman walking towards the door, his thin lips parted slightly: "Mr. Li, do you know why I can sit in this position?"

The person being called slowly turned his eyes to look at Fu Xiting, who still held a fresh and warm ticket in his hand.

"Because...except for my wife, I never believe in anyone's promises."

The Hong Kong businessman reacted and wanted to escape, but was held down by Qian Xingzhi who was standing behind the door. The other person was obviously a practicing master and his methods were quite ruthless. After fighting with Qian Xingzhi for several rounds, he gradually lost the upper hand and turned around.

Turning his head, he saw Fu Xiting standing by the window like a god. He opened his arms and grabbed him and moved towards him. Before he could get close, Fu Xiting kicked him to the ground.

One of Qian Xing's feet broke the man's hand bone: "I forgot to tell you, I also came back from Southeast Asia."

"you------."

"The words of desperadoes cannot be trusted."

Bang - one of Qian Xing's fists sent the person into darkness.

There are no Hong Kong businessmen, there is no Mr. Li, all these are just high-rise buildings built by Fu Xiting with money.

But now, the building collapsed.

Those who deserve to die must die, and those who deserve to be buried must be buried.

Downstairs, the orioles are singing and the swallows are dancing, and the sounds of bells and drums are endless.

Upstairs, a room is in decay.

In a threesome, someone is bound to get hurt.

The Hong Kong businessman and Su Xin had been away for too long, and Meng Qian became increasingly suspicious. Just when he was about to call someone to inquire, the Hong Kong businessman's secretary showed up.

"Mr. Meng, Mrs. Meng had a physical conflict with someone upstairs. Mr. Li asked you to go up."

"What conflict?" Meng Qian wondered.

The latter pursed his lips: "It's hard for me to say, you have to see it for yourself."

Although Meng Qian was vigilant, he was in someone else's place, and he was still attached to the other party. At this time, he could not act on his impulse.

The secretary took Meng Qian all the way upstairs.

In room 609, the scene is luxurious.

That's all, and there are still people with their legs crossed and their cameras watching the show.

Meng Qian stood at the door and heard chaotic sounds.

Turning to look at the secretary behind him, he saw that he looked embarrassed and took a few steps back.

The first thing that flashed in Meng Qian's mind was the figures of Hong Kong businessmen and Su Xin.

In an instant, a feeling of resentment spread throughout his body, and he pushed the door open and entered.

What he saw was Fu Xiting sitting by the window. He was holding an ashtray in one hand and a cigarette in the other, looking at him with a smile: "Uncle, welcome to the world I have prepared for you."

On the bed, Su Xin, Su Sheng, and Shi Yue were naked.

Scattered on the ground are some contraband items that are not allowed within the territory.

When Meng Qian stepped in, there was no room for slowdown in this matter.

If he hadn't appeared in this melee, there would still be room for a slowdown. If he didn't know about it, divorce would have strangled Fu Xiting's thoughts in the cradle.

But at this time, he became a player in the game.

The camera is pointed not only at the bed, but also at the door.

From the moment he entered the scene, Fu Xiting's strategy was already successful.

"Fu Xiting," three short words, filled with hatred through gritted teeth.

If you ask Meng Qian what he is thinking at this time, he will definitely tell you that what he wants to do most at this time is to kill Fu Xiting.

"This is all your plan, and so are the Hong Kong businessmen."

This is an affirmation, not a question.

Fu Xiting raised his hand and took a puff of cigarette, laughing loudly: "I found out after I made it difficult for you."

Meng Qian's hands hanging by his side were shaking. If the Hong Kong businessman was Fu Xiting's handiwork, it means that he has been in his game these past few months.

Without the support of money, and now he was holding illegal evidence, Meng Qian felt as if the sky was falling: "What do you want?"

Fu Xiting chuckled: "I want you to be obedient."

"Like my mother."

Meng Qian was furious and rushed forward to rush to Fu Xiting, but he happened to be kicked on the knee three or five steps away from Fu Xiting. With a thump, he fell to his knees. Even so, he did not go forward.

Pointing at Fu Xiting's nose, he yelled: "Yellow-haired boy, you actually want me to be a puppet."

Fu Xiting said nothing, leaned lazily on his chair, and said something.

"Disobedient? Then - wait to be skinned by the next one!"

"If you are obedient, you can still sit here. If you are disobedient, I will wait for you." After Fu Xiting said this, he shook his head and looked at Su Xin on the bed and the contraband on the ground: "You know better than me."

Once Meng Qian comes down, someone more suitable will definitely take over.

When a new official takes office, the first person to take the lead will definitely be the one to make fun of him.

Fu Xiting should have a better choice at this time, such as killing someone with a borrowed knife and letting the next person kill Meng Qian.

But obviously, at this time, he didn't want to spend too much time in the power struggle. Instead of competing with the next person in a battle of wits and courage, it would be better to hold Meng Qian in his hands and learn from him for a few years.

As for his wife and children being safe and the family being stable in a few years, he has plenty of time and energy.

Meng Qian was pushed to the ground and rubbed by Fu Xiting. He was waiting for him with wide eyes, wanting to tear out his bones and peel off his skin.

"When your mother gave birth to you, I should have strangled you in the cradle, and when I killed your father, I should have taken you with me. The only thing that will destroy me in this life is that my heart is not blackened, and that little bit of

Mercy has fallen upon you."

In the suite, a man's wild laughter suddenly sounded. The man sitting in the chair bent over with laughter. He stepped on expensive leather shoes and walked towards Meng Qian step by step. His arrogant laughter never stopped.

Then, he slowly squatted in front of him with a cigarette in his hand, looked at him levelly, stretched out his right hand, and lifted his chin with the cigarette. His voice, like the voice of the Lord of Hell inspecting evil spirits, reached Meng Qian's ears: "Uncle, can you still be here?"

I remember the story told to me when I was a child: Lu Buwei gave Ying Yiren a medicine to drink in order to make Ying Zheng the emperor."

The words are not finished yet.

But Meng Qian's horrified eyes said it all.

"It's you, Fu Xiting, I want to kill you."

In the blink of an eye, Fu Xiting dropped the hot cigarette butt in his hand on his neck: "You should be glad that I still have some use for you, otherwise, this cigarette butt would never have burned into your neck."

The squeaking sound when the hot cigarette butt hits the meat makes one's scalp numb.

In this fight, no one wins.

But Fu Xiting will not lose a second time.

He stood up and stared at him condescendingly: "I'm keeping the video for my uncle. Remember, uncle, be obedient, otherwise, I can't guarantee that these things will be on the international news one day."

(End of chapter)