Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 87 87: Marriage in July and a half

Jiang's displeasure with Fu Xiting came from the soul level.

Can't cover it up, can't hide it.

Fu Xiting held Jiang Yi's hand and walked to the car. Jiang Yi shook his hand away without thinking.

"Cross the bridge and destroy the river?" Fu Xiting's cold tone did not include any twist.

"The prerequisite for burning bridges is that I use Mr. Fu," Jiang Yi explained the facts.

"What's the difference between using my people and using me? Please explain it to me, Miss Jiang, both at the front and below the line."

Jiang Yi choked, but there was indeed no difference.

But she wouldn't admit it if there was no difference.

Wouldn't admitting it be equivalent to having his face slapped in front of Fu Xiting?

"The difference is that I am more familiar with Guan Qing than Mr. Fu."

"Really?" Fu Xiting raised a smile that Jiang Yi couldn't understand.

With that said, the man took out his mobile phone: "Call me and ask?"

Without thinking, Jiang Yi easily took the phone from Fu Xiting's hand.

There was a somewhat proud smile on Fu Xiting's lips: "Get in the car? Or should I talk to Jiang Ze?"

It sounded like a question, but it was actually a threat.

Jiang Yi was silent. This kind of thing is not a glorious thing. She didn't look for the Jiang family because she felt that the love given by the Jiang family was too deep and she couldn't waste the Jiang family's love for her.

But Guan Qing is different, and Fu Xiting is different.

In a loveless world, interest relationships are always the most reliable.

She just got in the car.

Fang Chi drove away.

On the way, Jiang Yi's expression remained calm. Fu Xiting nodded slowly with his fingertips on his knees, as if asking for advice: "How about the wedding in July?"

Jiang Yi was shocked, July?

I'm not even twenty-two years old, I just graduated from my sophomore year of college, and I haven't even finished reading any books.

What kind of man would be so crazy as to marry a student?

Jiang Yi greeted Fu Xiting's ancestors in his heart, and at last he could hold back his emotions and express his thoughts: "Choose a good day."

Fang Chi was shocked when he heard Jiang Yi's words. He thought Jiang Yi would refuse, and thought to himself, has this person figured it out today?

"Ms. Jiang, do you have any good suggestions?"

"I think July and a half is good. All the ghosts and ghosts come out, and the world of Yin and Yang celebrates together. It also agrees with our original intention of getting married and engaged."

Fang Chi's hand holding the reverse disk shook.

There happened to be a recessed manhole cover in front of him, which perfectly avoided his mistake.

"What's the original intention?" Fu Xiting was not angry, but asked with a leisurely smile.

"The original intention of our marriage was to show off to ghosts. A loveless marriage is as good as a grave. It's time to say hello to those people in advance to avoid embarrassment when we meet later."

Jiang Yi's words may sound crooked, but I have to say that they still make some sense.

Fang Chi always felt that with Jiang Yi's mouth, he could describe the dead as alive and the living as dead.

Which girl's family wants to get married in July and a half?

Fu Xiting laughed out loud, took a bottle of water from the car and took a few sips. He seemed to actually agree with Jiang Yi's proposal and nodded: "It's not bad, I can consider it."

Jiang Yi:.

"The little girl should support any whimsical things she does."

Jiang Yi:.

"Mr. Fu, is there anything you like in this cup?"

Fu Xiting glanced sideways at Jiang Yi: "I am a commoner."

"Vulgar people don't talk about love?"

"Vulgar people only care about themselves."

Jiang Yi asked, Fu Xiting answered, and their thoughts bounced around each other on different levels.

"Then Mr. Fu must be the king among laymen."

"It's too lonely to stand at the top. It would be better to have Miss Jiang."

"I'm not interested in the top."

"It's not that you're not interested in the top, it's that you've been at the top before and think that's all."

"Do you still think I am Jiang Fu?"

"It doesn't matter if you think it or not, it doesn't matter to me whether you admit it or not."

"What you need is not me but the Jiang family," Jiang Yi's words were an affirmation.

She stared at Fu Xiting without any wandering eyes.

"Is it important?" Fu Xiting asked leisurely.

Jiang Yi and Fu Xiting are not in the same rank. The reason why the two have such a deep intersection is because Jiang Yi can collide with Fu Xiting in thinking at this time. If she is still the same Jiang Yi.

She will definitely become a woman who is married off and left in a mansion to die alone.

People like Fu Xiting would not allow a woman to disturb him.

Jiang Yining's gaze on Fu Xiting changed from calmness to silence after seeing through.

She slowly turned her gaze away from Fu Xiting.

Move outside the window.

He sighed deeply.

Arriving downstairs at Dongting Group, Jiang Yi followed Fu Xiting upstairs in silence.

The man put her in the office and called Zhuang Jing.

"I'll go to the meeting and take good care of Miss Jiang."

When Zhuang Jing met Jiang Yi, he was still in the Dongting Group.

What she knows about this girl is her calmness and composure in the negotiation field.

A twenty-one-year-old college student is experiencing ups and downs of emotions, but she is as calm as a weather-beaten old man who is about to die alone.

Zhuang Jing's appraising eyes fell on Jiang Yi.

Of course she felt it.

But she had experienced this kind of look too much in her previous life, and it was nothing.

Compared to Fu Xiting, Zhuang Jing's assessment was limited to a level of curiosity.

Jiang Yi threw his schoolbag on the sofa, walked to Fu Xiting's bookshelf, and wanted to reach out and pull out a book.

"Miss Jiang, Mr. Fu doesn't like others tampering with his things."

Jiang Yi's hand froze in mid-air.

The hand that originally wanted to take the book fell directly on the bookshelf. She looked back at Zhuang Jing: "What's your last name?"

"village."

"secretary?"

"yes."

"Then do you know who I am?"

"Ms. Jiang Yi," Zhuang Jing responded, staring at Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi sneered: "Correction, does Mr. Fu's fiancée, Secretary Zhuang, really not know about it or is he unwilling to admit it?"

"I've touched all Mr. Fu's people, just his books——" Jiang Yi finished speaking and reached out to pull out a book from the bookshelf.

When he turned around and walked towards the sofa, the cold voice sounded again: "What does it matter?"

She walked to the edge of the sofa, and her disdainful and cold voice came with a chill: "A glass of Americano, thank you."

When Zhuang Jing came out of the office, his face looked very bad.

A colleague from the secretarial office saw it and asked what happened.

She pursed her lips, said it was nothing, and turned around to grind coffee for Jiang Yi.

Maybe he was angry.

She didn't deliver the cup of coffee until an hour later. By this time, it had almost cooled down.

When Zhuang Jing went out with his coffee, he happened to meet Fu Xiting coming out of the conference room.

"Whose coffee?"

"Dong Fu, Miss Jiang's coffee."

Fu Xiting hummed lightly. Maybe he was in a good mood, so the always aloof man stretched out his hand: "Give it to me!"

"I'll just carry it in," Zhuang Jing was slightly surprised.

It seems that this kind of rough work for mortals cannot be done by a god above the nine heavens.

"Give it to me," the man said again.

(End of chapter)