Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 388 387: Second trimester

Inside the house, old sandalwood was still burning. Ever since Meng Shu fell ill, the sandalwood in the house had never dispersed.

Chinese medicines are being brought out from the kitchen every day. For a person as proud as Meng Shu, it is naturally impossible for people to pry into her pain points.

So that day, when Meng Qian entered the house, he choked.

He raised his hand and waved it in front of his nose, with a look of disgust on his face: "What does it smell like?"

Hearing Meng Qian's words, Wen Qi subconsciously raised his head and glanced at Meng Shu.

Seeing that the latter's expression was calm and not irritated, he felt relieved.

"Is something wrong?"

Meng Qian pulled up his trouser legs and sat on the sofa opposite Meng Shuen: "Come here and see you."

Meng Shu smiled lightly, picked up the bamboo pieces and plucked the incense burner in front of her: "You never appear in front of me for no reason, tell me! Don't waste your time."

Meng Qian looked at Meng Shu and suddenly felt that the person in front of him was quite strange, but for a moment he couldn't tell what was strange about him.

The little girl who was so happy to see her brother and sister-in-law in the past seems to have disappeared, and what remains is an old man who has seen through the world of mortals and is about to enter Taoism.

The person in front of me is Meng Shu, but not Meng Shu.

Decades have passed, and both of them have grown old.

The word high-spirited has long been associated with the Meng family brothers and sisters.

The older Meng Qian gets, the more intense his desires become.

The treacherous idea of ​​killing his relatives with his hands began to circle in his mind again.

So that day, he told Meng Shu about the Hong Kong businessmen in the form of a story.

Meng Shu listened silently and did not express any opinions.

Until the end of Meng Qian's story, when he asked her what she thought about this matter.

Meng Shu smiled lightly: "The person you say is stirring up trouble is Fu Xiting?"

Meng Qian stared at her and remained silent.

When Wen Qi came over with the teacup, he heard Meng Shu say before he put it down: "So? You want me to help you kill my son?"

"Sister, the Meng family has come to this point, do you want to watch it be destroyed?"

"Mr. Meng, drink tea," Wen Qi put the teacup in front of Meng Qian before he could straighten up.

Meng Shu's pale words stabbed down like a knife: "Is it important? You have no children, and the Meng family has only one way to go."

destroy.

"No matter how high your position is, what does it matter? No one will inherit your legacy, no one will share your joy, and you have empty ambitions that cannot be inherited. Even if the Meng family is really destroyed, it is not destroyed in the hands of others, but in the hands of others.

Destroyed by your own hands."

"Meng Shu————."

"Brother, there are three ways to be unfilial, the first is to have no offspring, and the child you steal will never be your own child."

Meng Qian suddenly thought of what Fu Xiting said.

The murderous aura in my heart suddenly arose.

"You are a lonely person, so what's the use of holding on to those rights?"

"Meng Shu," Meng Qian's tone was high and his whole body was filled with anger.

This is his only bargaining chip. If Meng Shu can't help him, being trampled by Fu Xiting is the end he can't escape.

"You really don't want to help me?"

"Why should I help you? Because you set me up to seduce me, get me pregnant, and give birth to a child that you snatch away? Why should I help you? Because of your plan to give birth to a child in my belly? Or because of your plan?

Everything? Meng Qian, people are doing it, and God is watching. You see, being unable to have children is your retribution in this life."

He deserves it, he deserves it all.

He did so many evil things that even the Buddha could not stand him.

Otherwise, why would this life be like this?

When he first entered the door, Meng Qian was filled with confidence that he was bound to win.

But at this time, facing Meng Shu's frankness, the calmness on his face had long since disappeared, and what was left was panic: "How did you know?"

"People are doing it, and God is watching. God will not let anyone off who does all kinds of evil."

Meng Qian stood up from the sofa and glared at her: "Did Fu Xiting tell you?"

Meng Shu stood up slowly, looked at Meng Qian, and responded to him in the same angry tone: "What? You dare to do it, and you are afraid that people will know?"

"Some faces, if they are torn, are completely torn. Meng Qian, should you go out on your own or should I invite you out?"

On this day, Meng Qian left, and the setting sun happened to fall into the living room. Meng Shu leaned on the sofa, with the warm winter sun behind her.

Wen Qixing went over, squatted next to Meng Shu, placed his palm on her knee, and looked at her with gentle eyes: "If I leave, you should stop running around and live in this villa.

Ask Xi Ting to arrange two more servants for you to provide for you in your old age."

"How can I take care of myself when I'm alone? It's because of you that I stayed in the first place. If you leave, I will go back to my hometown."

She was abducted by human traffickers when she was young, and was rescued by the Fu family. She followed the old man of the Fu family since she was a child. At first, the old man of the Fu family was kind and sponsored her to go to school. Later, when the young master of the Fu family, Fu Xiting's father, got married, she applied for the inner house.

She graduated from college and became a housekeeper. Because of this matter, Master Fu had a long talk with her.

Seeing that a life of fifty or sixty years is coming to an end, it is a sin to talk about those vain things.

"If you don't know where your hometown is, why go back to your hometown?"

"For me, the manor is my hometown," Wen Qi said, lowering her head and choked up. It was really a sin for her. Recently, she often dreamed of Meng Shu's death. She woke up covered in sweat, and lay in bed late at night, struggling, trying to escape from despair.

Break free.

Meng Shu is her only relative in the world. She has never been married and has no children in her life.

I stayed with Meng Shu for forty years.

Wen Qi thought about how miserable she was when she was young, and Meng Shu's condition was pressing in her heart. She couldn't hold it back and burst into tears. She knelt beside Meng Shu's legs, choking and convulsing.

Pass a wave.

She lay on Meng Shu's knees, as if she had no support, and asked Meng Shu with a choked voice, "What would I do without you?"

The servants in the villa have recently felt that the smile on the housekeeper's face has become less and less, and the smell of Chinese medicine and sandalwood in the villa has become stronger and stronger.

This old housekeeper was not hired by Mr. Fu. When talking about her life, everyone was quite sad.

When he was abducted when he was young, Mr. Fu rescued him, financed his education all the way, and helped find his biological parents. After many years, when he found his biological parents again, he realized that he was not abducted, but that he had many brothers and sisters at home.

Her parents were unable to raise her and sold her.

Then, she returned to the Fu family and became a housekeeper in order to repay her kindness for many years.

When Fu Xiting was born, she was almost nineteen years old, while Meng Shu was only in her early twenties.

Before Mr. Fu passed away, he entrusted Meng Shu to her. Fast forward, almost twenty years have passed.

Meng Shu listened to Wen Qi's sobs, and tears spread from her eyes: "Fortunately, I still have you."

On February 16, Su Sheng was sent abroad.

When he reacted, he had been forced to board the plane without any warning or explanation. The Su family gave him an order not to come back within three years.

On the same day, Fu Xiting took Jiang Yi to get the certificate. Divorce was common in the capital, but remarriage was extremely rare in the capital.

Looking at those rich and powerful men, how many of them are willing to turn around?

But Fu Xiting... is an exception.

Mr. Fu just remarried, and it was extremely high-profile.

The public relations department of Dongting Group posted a blog specifically for this purpose. As soon as the news came out, everyone was shocked.

In the afternoon, Jiang Yi directed people to move in the villa, and Fu Xiting stood aside to cooperate. During this period, he received several phone calls, all of which were congratulations. He probably didn't know why the other party was congratulating him, but the matter of receiving the certificate was indeed worthy of congratulations. 2

He said that he would do another thing if he was not married, so the calls came in one after another. The noise made Jiang Yi's face look bad, and when he looked sideways at the person, there was displeasure in his eyes.

Fu Xiting understood and walked away with his cell phone.

He didn't dare to stay too long in front of Jiang Yi.

On the evening of the 16th, when Jiang Yi returned to Yu Garden, she felt as if she had been away for several years. Standing in the villa, looking at the luxurious villa in front of her, the images in her mind seemed to be replayed, one scene after another.

The man stood behind him, looking at the motionless Jiang Yi, wrapping his arms around her body, placing his chin on her shoulder, rubbing it slowly, and asked in a gentle tone, "What are you thinking about?"

Jiang Yi held the hand that fell on his stomach and gently rubbed his fingertips: "It feels like a dream."

Fu Xiting smiled lightly, his thin lips falling on her earlobe: "It's not a dream."

Outside the house, Suxin was leading someone to move things. When she reached the door, she stopped in her tracks.

After glancing at the people behind him, everyone stopped in unison.

Jiang Yi turned around, hugged Fu Xiting's waist, dug his fingertips into his shirt, touched his waist muscles, looked up at the person, and said delicately: "Pinch."

Mr. Fu:..."Baby, shouldn't you pinch yourself at this time?"

"Are you willing to pinch myself?"

"Then you are willing to pinch your husband?" Mr. Fu asked in a rather funny tone, reaching out to grab her domineering paw.

Jiang was reluctant and wanted to break free.

Fu Xiting held her palm and brought it towards him. He placed his free hand on the back of her head, leaned over and kissed her. While they were intertwined, he bit her lightly, one after another.

Jiang Yijiao gasped repeatedly until Fu Xiting let go of her.

She put her arms around the man's neck and buried her head in the room, breathing unsteadily.

"Real? Or false?" The man hugged her and gently stroked her back, asking in a gentle tone.

Jiang Yi's breath became smoother, and she hugged the man's neck and rubbed it slightly: "Really."

"It's been a busy day, are you tired?"

He got up in the morning to get the certificate, and then moved. He has been struggling until now. Jiang Yi nodded: "Somewhat."

"Take a rest?" The man coaxed her.

"And you?"

"Processing documents in the study."

"I'll go to the study with you to rest."

In the second trimester of pregnancy, Mrs. Fu can't live without people around her. Mr. Fu and Yi Tian should always be together. If they are separated from each other at the same time, Mrs. Fu should be in trouble.

If there is no one in the house during lunch break, being sad is a small matter, but making a fuss is a big deal.

Mr. Fu had no choice but touched her lower back and carried her to the study.

At the beginning of the year, things were complicated.

Fu Xiting was obsessed with his family some time ago, and then he was busy cleaning up Meng Qian. If there were not a few bosses in the company, it would have fallen apart long ago. Now that the backyard is stable, it is time to return to the front yard. If he does not go back, Guan Qing and others will

I washed my face with tears.

The night after the spring came late, Jiang Yi was lying on the sofa in the study, covered with a thin blanket, his eyes fell on the sunset outside the window, a ray of sunset, struggling between falling and not falling, like a cloud in chaos.

Trapped beast.

At seven o'clock, Su Xin came up and told her that she could have dinner. Mr. Fu gently touched Jiang Yi's back without saying a word, but the movement of his palms was not very honest. The person in his sleep was awakened by the touching, and he looked at the person with hazy eyes.

He asked him in a hoarse voice what was wrong.

"It's time to get up and eat," Mr. Fu said in a gentle voice.

The latter rubbed it and said vaguely that he didn't want to eat it.

She was so soft that she didn't even want to get up.

Mr. Fu refused, holding her in his arms and placing her on his knees, stroking her like a cat in a circle, rubbing her again and again, which made her energetic.

In early March, Fu Xiting was busy with work, and Jiang Yi became Yi Tian's responsibility.

After moving back to Yuyuan, the usual cover-up was gone.

In the second trimester of pregnancy, Yi Tian began to be attracted by various pregnancy and baby products. Most of Jiang Yi's off-duty life was spent in Yi Tian's popular science.

A few times it's okay, but if it happens too often, it won't work.

She has limited mobility during pregnancy, and it takes all her strength to go to work. If she has to be pulled by Yi Tian to do mental activities when she returns home, Jiang Yi just feels that life is hopeless.

It was rare for Fu Xiting to go home early that day. The sun had not yet fallen into the clouds. There was a faint golden light on the Yu Garden. When the man stepped in, he saw his lover leaning on the sofa with his head propped up and a look of despair on his face. And she

In front of me, there are various magazines.

Infants and young children, maternity and childbirth, postpartum care and repair, everything is available.

Fu Xiting took off his coat and handed it to Suxin, took the hot towel and wiped his hands before he dared to walk to the sofa.

"What's wrong?"

When the man's deep voice sounded, Mrs. Fu seemed to have been given a tube of chicken blood. She raised her eyes to look at the person, her eyes glowing with golden light.

Looking at Fu Xiting, he looked like a savior.

Mr. Fu hugged his beloved wife who was in his arms, glanced at Yi Tian, ​​and smiled lightly: "Don't worry, I'll do some things after the vacation."

"How to wait for vacation? Wooden products like cribs should be bought early to disperse odor and prevent formaldehyde."

When Mr. Fu heard this, it seemed to make sense. He lowered his head and glanced at Jiang Yi. Seeing that he looked gloomy, he accepted the job.

(End of chapter)