Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 59 059: Witnessing the Funeral

Fu Xiting's hand that covered the medicine box suddenly stopped, and he stared at Jiang Yi in a daze.

Do we have to tell the world after we die?

This statement sounds too sad and angry.

But by chance, Fu Xiting was reminded of something, and he looked down at Jiang Yi who was squatting on the ground.

The suspicion in his eyes was almost dripping with water.

But Jiang Yi seemed to have said those words inadvertently.

Turn a blind eye to his assessment.

She swallowed ibuprofen from the cup in her hand.

He squatted on the ground and hugged his knees for a while before standing up.

Seeing Fu Xiting not moving, his eyes fell on him suspiciously.

In the middle of the night, Fu Xiting's doubts were gradually amplified by the quiet air.

"Because I want to be a real realist, not an ant living in the hazy"

When these words came out slowly from Fu Xiting's thin lips, Jiang Yi's heart was beating crazily.

She couldn't remember exactly when she said this sentence to Fu Xiting, so that this man remembered it.

Late at night, Fu Xiting's doubts about her came like a rising tide in a river.

Jiang Yi, on the other hand, tried hard to suppress the beating emotions in his heart, and tried to turn his eyes into confusion.

She tried her best to become an ignorant person.

"What are you talking about, Mr. Fu? Is poetry so popular at night?" Jiang Yi stared at him for a moment, as if he was crazy.

That look was particularly naked.

Fu Xiting saw the confusion and doubts in Jiang Yi's eyes.

It was as if she really didn't know this passage and had never heard of it.

There were layers of sweat on Jiang Yi's back, and there were beads of sweat rolling under the thin pajamas.

This man————too scary.

Fu Xiting's thoughts were as delicate as hair, making Jiang Yi unable to hide or escape.

As soon as she entered the room, Jiang Yi pretended to be calm and closed the door, but in just a moment, she slowly slid to the floor against the door panel.

Holding her chest and gasping for air.

When Fu Xiting returned to his room, he passed by the door of Jiang Yi's room and paused for a moment.

It seemed like he wanted to see what happened.

The doubts in his heart made him briefly entangled.

Eventually, the man left.

As for Jiang Yi, only then did he let go of his tense emotions.

Throughout the night, she was half asleep and half awake. In the dream, people from all walks of life appeared and forced her to a dead end.

Let her wake up.

The next day, in the early morning of May 28th, Fu Xiting was wearing a black suit and even his shirt was black, and he went out early.

Fang Chi sent her down the mountain.

From Yu Garden to Jiangnan Garden, you will inevitably pass through a Kangzhuang Avenue. This Kangzhuang Avenue is also extremely famous in the capital. It is said that all the famous and powerful units in the capital are on this road.

The International Negotiation Department is also among them.

When passing by, she saw a number of black coasters driving slowly past her.

The Coaster bus was followed closely by a number of black private cars with white flowers.

Slightly confused, Jiang Yi glanced sideways. Looking at it, Jiang Yi felt like five thunders were hitting his head.

The blood all over her body rushed to her head and eyes, making her tremble all over.

On the car leading the way, there was a photo of himself hanging on it.

It was her favorite work photo during her lifetime. It was simple and elegant. The only difference was that it was now black and white.

The bus windows were closed and it was driving slowly on the main road.

Jiang Yi's eyes changed from shock to sadness.

It was an emotion that was almost pity. She was like a criminal who could not tell anyone even though she was living in this world.

She was obviously still alive, but she indirectly witnessed her own funeral.

In Jiang Yi's heart, it felt like there were thousands of claws scratching her and ravaging her, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Jiang Yi clenched her hands into fists, and her nails dug into her flesh, making her palms drip with blood, but even so, she still felt nothing.

In the blink of an eye, she saw Fu Xiting's 3456 car, and the man seemed to have seen her too. While waiting for the traffic light to turn green, the man's window was slightly pressed down, revealing a delicate and affectionate face.

Fu Xiting's appearance is not a soft one, but the kind of calmness that has seen the vicissitudes of the world. Just looking at it gives people an infinite sense of security, yes - a sense of security.

"Today is the funeral of international negotiator Jiang Fu," Fang Chi seemed to have seen Fu Xiting, so he started chatting and chatted lightly with Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi held back the pain in her heart and suppressed her emotions: "Why did your husband participate?"

"I know you. My husband admires this lady very much. He once praised her as the only Jiang woman in the world."

Jiang Yi's right hand began to tremble unconsciously. She reached out and pinched her palm hard.

"Really? It's a pity that the person he admired has passed away."

Fang Chi sighed helplessly: "Yes."

"I heard that the plane exploded and there were no bones left. Today they are buried in a cenotaph."

"Stop on the side of the road. I'll go to the bookstore. You don't need to send it off."

"But----."

"parking."

Jiang Yi was resolute and did not give him any chance to refute.

Fangchi had no choice but to pull over and park the car.

Jiang Yi dove into the shopping mall, pushed open the door of the bathroom stall, squatted on the ground - made a sound and cried out.

That uncontrollable scream sounded in the narrow space, and she looked like a person abandoned by fate.

Struggling to get out, trying to separate the soul from the body.

But there was nothing she could do.

She bit her wrist to lower the volume of her screams.

But the low sobbing sound still alarmed people outside. Some people patted the door and asked what happened to her.

While she couldn't hide the heartbreaking pain in her heart, she still wanted to tell people outside with choked sobs: "I'm fine."

People outside will believe it and go away suspiciously.

He also wondered: "Why do you keep wailing in a low voice when nothing happens?"

The girl next to me advised: "Forget it, let's go! She said everything is fine, so no one has time to feel sad."

Jiang Yi sat on the toilet and raised his head, crying until tears flowed down his face.

In addition to bite marks, there are scratch marks on both hands.

It looks terrible.

On May 28, 2010, Jiang Fu was buried in the Martyrs Cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

A black and white photo hangs on the tombstone.

On this day, the sky in the capital was gloomy.

Also crying uncontrollably like Jiang Yi was her fiancé, Lin Jingzhou.

In less than half a day, everyone in the industry knew that Lin Jingzhou fainted at Jiang Fu's funeral and was sent to the hospital.

When everyone heard the news, they were slightly silent and speechless.

Two people who met when they were 17 or 18 years old are separated by yin and yang when they are 27 or 28 years old.

As far as fate is concerned, this is a joke in itself.

It's a big joke.

Many people at the funeral were silent.

Some people's silence is true, while others' silence is false.

Everyone expressed their sincere condolences to Jiang Fu's parents, all with knives.

(End of chapter)