Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 387 386 Obtain the certificate before the meeting

"Fu Xiting," when had Meng Qian ever been wronged like this?

He has always been the object of admiration by thousands of people.

Today, I was pressed to the ground by my own nephew.

That's it, he still wants him to be a puppet?

"Keep shouting."

The man turned around and sat down on the chair by the window.

Crossing his legs, he looked as proud as a peacock who had just woken up from sleep.

Qian Xingzhi stepped on Meng Qian's back, forcing him to lie on the ground unable to move.

The latter lay on the ground and looked up at Fu Xiting, grinding his teeth and uncontrollable anger flashing in his eyes: "Evil beast."

Fu Xiting tilted his head slightly and glanced at Qian Xingzhi behind him. The latter understood and stepped on Meng Qian's head.

"When people are under the roof, they have to bow their heads. Does my uncle still need me, a junior, to teach him?"

"You don't have to think that someone will come to save you. Your bodyguard and secretary-general are not here."

"You said you can't bring outsiders into the venue. It's your intention that Li arranged all this, isn't it?"

Fu Xiting smiled: "Yes, what can you do to me?"

"The way of heaven is forbidden, and the hexagram has not yet been fulfilled. Uncle, you owe everything you have come to this point to yourself!"

"You don't have much time left. Should you be my puppet and continue to sit in this position and enjoy your current glory and wealth, or should I put the video on the big screen in the banquet hall downstairs now, and I will count dozens of

, if you don’t make a choice, I will treat it as your second choice.”

"Fu Xiting, your mother is right. You deserve to die alone in your life. No one can compete with you in this position. Sooner or later, you will be a homeless ghost."

"Ten," Fu Xiting's thin lips closed slightly.

"Is your mother sick? You see, the Fu family will die if you come here."

"Nine," the man was unmoved.

"You are a nemesis."

"eight"

"If I were you."

"I know uncle's answer," Fu Xiting said, throwing the USB flash drive in his hand to Qian Xingzhi, who caught it and took the thing to the door.

In an instant, his reason collapsed and his dignity was shattered to pieces.

Meng Qian quickly got up and grabbed Qian Xingzhi's arm, who threw him away almost reflexively.

Fu Xiting looked at him with a smile on his face, as if he were watching a joke.

Waiting for Meng Qian, the controller, to gradually fall into his hands.

Downstairs in the banquet hall, Jiang Yi's thoughts were tense. The little guy in his belly might have felt it and moved frequently.

There were many people at the venue, and it was difficult for her to appease them.

He took the champagne and walked aside. He didn't see Wen Ziqi, but he saw Mengyao.

Seeing that she looked uneasy, the latter came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Where's Wen Ziqi?"

"It's outside and hasn't come up yet. Meng Qian went out with a lot of guards and needs someone to control him. The people below can't leave until Fu Dong is solved upstairs."

At this moment, there was another scene in the parking lot.

The guards brought by Meng Qian were surrounded by layers of people. Their original intention was to rush out, but unfortunately they were from Fu Xiting.

There are all kinds of rumors in the capital recently, and no one knows the specific situation.

If Fu Xiting and Meng Qian had a harmonious relationship and rushed out, they would be dead.

As he tensed up, a sound came from Wen Ziqi's ears.

He glanced at the person next to him, who understood and took a step back.

When the guard saw the crowd dispersed, he walked towards the banquet hall upstairs.

He opened the door hastily and was shocked to see Meng Qian standing in the crowd.

The guard stood at the door, looking at each other.

Being extremely sensible, he closed the door and left.

When Su Xin woke up, the party had already ended.

The hotel room was filled with smoke.

Meng Qian sat on the sofa in the room and smoked cigarettes one after another.

She rubbed her head and sat up, suddenly seeing herself lying naked on the bed, she was startled: "What happened to my clothes?"

Meng Qian sneered and lit ashes on the ashtray: "You ask me?"

"What do you mean by being so weird?"

Meng Qian glanced at Su Xin: "The Hong Kong businessmen are fake, and today's banquet is also fake. All of this is Fu Xiting's trap, just waiting for you and me to get in. As for your clothes - you can see for yourself."

Meng Qian threw the photo in his hand to her, and Su Xin picked it up.

When his eyes fell on the photo, his whole body was cold, and he fell on Meng Qian again in shock: "What is going on?"

"That's what you saw."

"How could I be like Su Sheng..."

"I know, get dressed." Obviously, Meng Qian was not in much mood to talk to her about what happened.

Instead of comforting Su Xin, what he wants to think about now is how many people from Fu Xiting are around him.

If there was no coordinator, how could he set up a situation so perfect without any flaws?

Meng Qianxing walked to the door, looked at Su Xin and reminded: "I'll give you a week to deal with Su Sheng and Shiyue."

Now, whenever Meng Qian sees these two people, he can recall the chaotic scene.

In the early morning of February 15, Shiyue was woken up by a basin of cold water pouring on her from her sleep.

Like a drowning person opening his eyes in panic, what he saw was Su Xin's cold and angry face.

"What do you mean, Mrs. Meng?"

Su Xin stretched out her hand, and the person beside her knowingly handed her the prepared ticket, then threw the ticket in Shiyue's face with her backhand: "Tonight's flight."

"what's going on?"

"You don't need to know what happened, Miss Shi. If you don't want your life to end here, I advise you to be obedient."

After Su Xin finished speaking, her contemptuous gaze slowly swept over her.

How do you describe that feeling?

It's like Shiyue is an ant worth noting.

If you want to trample him to death, just trample him to death.

When Shiyue saw Su Xin leaving, she wanted to catch up. Su Xin was her bargaining chip to gain a foothold in the capital. Without her, she would be unable to move forward in the capital.

After all the hard work, she finally reached the top, how could she let it slip away in vain?

No, no, she would never let this happen.

As soon as she lifted the quilt and saw her naked body, something suddenly tightened in her mind. Even adults knew what happened.

What's more - she is still an adult who has experienced many men.

Shiyue's heart trembled slightly, she wrapped herself in a quilt and watched Su Xin leave.

Almost instantly, she rushed to the bathroom mirror and looked at herself.

I want to see something from the details, but obviously - it's no use.

There was not even a slight discomfort on my body.

February 14, 2012, was the end of a stage for Fu Xiting and his wife.

At dawn the next day, people were running for their lives.

Someone was messing around in the house looking for things.

Since the beginning of Jiang Yi's pregnancy, Fu Xiting's already gentle voice has become a little softer, and it has been a long time since she spoke loudly.

Calling him by his first name is even worse.

But on this day, the first thing Mr. Fu did when he got up in the morning was to search for things all over the house, from the bedroom to the study.

From study room to bedroom.

After walking around like this several times, he stood at the railing on the second floor and shouted loudly with his first and last name: "Jiang Yi, where is your ID card?"

This loud shouting was so frightening that the person downstairs was shaking all over when he got up without even changing into his pajamas.

The little guy in his belly started doing Tai Chi.

Jiang Yi held the cup in one hand, stroking his belly with the other, and drank it back in displeasure: "What are you yelling at?"

"I have a meeting at ten o'clock, so I went to get my certificate before the meeting."

Mr. Fu's hurried appearance is really disappointing.

When Yi Tian heard this, her teasing eyes fell on Jiang Yi.

"What's the rush? Can I still run away?"

Fu Xiting refused and stepped downstairs, his words flowing out: "I can rest assured if you take it."

"A marriage certificate is the legal confirmation of marriage."

Jiang Yi took a sip of water and choked it back angrily: "Even if our relationship during this period has not been affirmed by the law, wouldn't you still have unimpeded access, wouldn't you still end up killing people?"

"I mean," Yi Tian felt that her words were neither serious nor serious, so she frowned and shouted.

Jiang Yi curled his lips, glanced at Fu Xiting, raised his hand to touch the cat squatting on the dining table, and whispered in a low voice: "It is."

Early that morning, Zhou Wentang was invited into the office by Meng Qian.

The moment the office door closed, Meng Qian threw the ornaments on his desk and hit him on his shoulder. In an instant, Meng Qian's angry shout came out: "Is this how you do things?"

"Is this your ability as Secretary-General?"

The latter, as before, bowed his head respectfully and said sorry.

"Sorry? Sorry? Can sorry save everything?" The gradually rising tone in the office made everyone outside shrink their necks.

Don't dare to pry even a little bit.

It's a trivial matter to slander someone, but people like Meng Qian will do anything for profit.

It was an hour later when Zhou Wentang came out of the office again.

He closed the door and went out, just in time to see Fu Xiting coming in with someone.

The only person who can walk in here in such a grand manner is probably Fu Xiting.

The two looked at each other, and Fu Xiting's eyes fell on Zhou Wentang's wet and tea-stained clothes.

You can probably guess what happened before he came.

He reached into his pocket and took out the handkerchief and handed it to him.

But he was rejected softly by the latter: "Thank you, no need."

Fu Xiting's outstretched hand froze in mid-air. He turned around and looked back at Zhou Wentang, who had straightened his back and left his sight.

Guan Qing stood behind him and watched the actions of these two people.

Thinking of Zhou Wentang, I felt pitiful.

Fu Dong is a person who has entered the realm of cause and effect and gained the cause and effect.

But Zhou Wentang entered the cause and effect, but did not get the cause and effect.

The room full of portraits and various news newspapers carried emotions that he had not yet had time to express.

Looking back again, I learned that Jiang Fu was still alive.

But this kind of living as someone else's wife is more terrifying than learning that she is dead.

Human thoughts go to hell.

Even if you climb out of hell, you will never make it to heaven.

Guan Qing slowly withdrew his eyes and called softly: "Sir."

Fu Xiting pinched the handkerchief and put the things into his pocket.

Pushing open the door of Meng Qian's office, he stepped in.

"Didn't I tell you to get lost?" Meng Qian's anger had not subsided, but he was thinking that Zhou Wentang would have a meeting in the afternoon.

I definitely won't let him go just like that.

He yelled angrily, only to be met with a sneer.

Meng Qian raised his eyes and saw Fu Xiting standing at the door. Suddenly, he became alert.

"What are you doing here?"

"Of course I'm here to set the rules for Mr. Meng. Could it be that I'm here to drink tea with your defeated general?"

He is not so relaxed and elegant.

Even if he had leisurely elegance, he would not use it on Meng Qian.

In this world's battles, money never loses.

Meng Qian was furious and walked towards Fu Xiting. He raised his head and warned him: "Don't forget whose territory you are in now."

Fu Xiting smiled instead of being angry, and stretched out his hand to straighten Meng Qian's collar: "Then don't forget, I can send a copy of what I have in my hand to everyone in your office."

With just one word, Meng Qian stopped.

He is like a struggling fish.

Being controlled by Fu Xiting, he could not escape even if he died, and could not escape even if he jumped.

Is Meng Qian willing?

Naturally, he was unwilling to accept it. After working as a swordsman for so many years, he suddenly became a fish. This feeling was like going directly from heaven to hell.

On this day, Fu Xiting left.

Meng Qian found Meng Shu.

The person standing at the door of the villa was stopped by Wen Qi, but Meng Qian would not accept this rejection.

The door to the villa was forced open, and Wen Qi watched helplessly as Meng Qian broke in.

I thought it would be finished in ten days, but with my speed, I probably won’t be able to finish it——嘤嘤嘤

Like Zhou Wentang,

(End of chapter)