Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 88 88: I am not a secretary who can step on me

Jiang Yiban leaned on the sofa and flipped through a French book in his hand.

I took off my shoes and sat down on the sofa.

Judging from Fu Xiting's behavior in recent days, this man would not let him go so easily.

Instead of struggling with him in this situation, it is better to accept this relationship naturally.

After all, the capital could not find a stronger backer than Fu Xiting.

Jiang Yi lay leisurely on the sofa and turned the pages of a book. Opposite him was the Capital CBD.

High-rise buildings in the business center.

Soaring into the clouds, the sky is within reach.

She was about to turn the pages of the book when a cup of coffee was handed to her out of the corner of her eye. Jiang Yi thought it was Zhuang Jing and looked over, only to see Fu Xiting standing beside her.

The delicate eyebrows twisted slightly.

"Mr. Fu."

"kindness?"

Jiang Yi already had embarrassment towards Zhuang Jing, so it would be better if Fu Xiting brought this cup of coffee in now - it would be easier and cleaner to kill someone with a borrowed knife than to kill him yourself.

Jiang Yi stretched out his hand and flicked the coffee cup.

really--.

"It's cold."

Fu Xiting stretched out the fingertips of his other hand to explore the coffee cup, and found that it was indeed cold.

Fu Xiting walked to the desk with a coffee cup and pressed the internal line to let Zhuang Jing in.

"Fu Dong."

When Zhuang Jing was summoned, he could not hide his fright.

Fu Xiting pointed to the coffee cup on the table: "Change a cup."

"yes."

Zhuang Jing did not dare to delay for a moment, picked up the coffee cup and turned around to go out, only to hear the voice of Jiang Yi, who was half leaning on the sofa: "Secretary Zhuang, please hurry up, or I will wonder if you go home to grow coffee."

The beans are gone."

Zhuang Jing's back stiffened, and he looked at Jiang Yi. He didn't know whether it was true or not, but he said, "I'm sorry, Miss Jiang, I was interrupted by work just now, so I came late."

Jiang Yi's slender fingertips swept across the tree: "I'm so busy, Mr. Fu, could you please be considerate? Can you go there yourself?"

Zhuang Jing was shocked. No one in the East Courtyard had ever seen Fu Dong grinding coffee himself.

Fu Xiting stood aside and heard clearly the conversation between the two. It was nothing more than Zhuang Jing deliberately stepping on Jiang Yi.

The man glanced at Zhuang Jing deeply.

Staring at her with a somewhat appraising gaze.

"I'll just come. Please wait a moment, Miss Jiang."

After Zhuang Jing finished speaking, he bowed slightly to Jiang Yi, held the cup and hurried out.

Fu Xiting opened his seat and stared at Jiang Yi with his deep eyes.

Three to five minutes later, Jiang Yi turned a page of the book, and Zhuang Jing's second cup of coffee came in.

Standing next to him, he handed the coffee cup to Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi leaned on the sofa coldly without even touching, refusing or responding.

Just let Zhuang Jing stand.

At this moment, Jiang Yi inexplicably made Fu Xiting see a bit of the aura of a mistress in her.

That absolute arrogance and indifference made him appreciate it even more.

"Get out!"

Fu Xiting reached out and took the coffee from Zhuang Jing's hand and placed it on the coffee table.

Jiang Yi glanced at him leisurely.

He reached out and threw the book in his hand onto the coffee cup on the table. Bang, Zhuang Jing's hand landed on the doorknob. Before he could push the door open, he heard the sound of the coffee cup breaking.

Suddenly, a cup of black coffee fell on the carpet.

Jiang Yi's cold eyes stared at Fu Xiting.

After all, Fu Xiting has been working hard in the mall for decades. Although no woman has dared to act cruelly in front of him, he is tolerant of Jiang Yi's mood today.

The man's voice was gentle: "You go out first."

Zhuang Jingru was pardoned, his back stiffened, and he went out without looking back.

Fu Xiting walked to the sofa, bent slightly and picked up the book on the ground.

He stretched out his hand and shook it, then said regretfully: "Miss Jiang's vision is getting more and more unique. She smashed out-of-print ashtrays and smashed out-of-print books."

Jiang Yi leaned on the sofa and looked up at Fu Xiting. She didn't understand the doting in the man's eyes.

I don't want to listen to his next nonsense.

"No matter how bad I am, I won't be stepped on by a secretary, right?"

Fu Xiting said graciously: "That's not the case."

"This book costs 700,000 yuan. Miss Jiang, please take note of it."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Yi asked.

This bitch won't make her pay again, will he?

Fu Xiting was not in a hurry to respond to Jiang Yi's words.

Press the intercom to let Guan Qing in.

When Guan Qing came in, he saw a mess on the floor.

Suddenly the alarm bells rang in my heart.

Fu Xiting lit a cigarette: "It was you who brought Zhuang Jing up."

"You go and solve it."

There is no process, no results, just give the order directly.

Guan Qing seemed to realize the seriousness of the matter, nodded, and turned around heavily to go out.

The moment the office door was closed, Fu Xiting looked at Jiang Yi and continued to speak: "I will protect you in front of outsiders, but Miss Jiang will also have to pay for the money."

Jiang Yi pursed her lips and stared at Fu Xiting.

One second I thought this man was a good guy, and the next second I thought this man was really a scumbag.

"Mr. Fu, are you embarrassed to ask for money from a woman?"

Fu Xiting raised his hand and took a puff of cigarette, and said casually: "That's quite embarrassing."

"It's not a big problem to draw 700,000 out of 2.7 million. Miss Jiang, can't you tell me that you have no money this time?"

Jiang Yi:.

She suspected that this bitch knew that she had used all her money to speculate in stocks.

Otherwise, why would you say this so casually?

"What's the difference between letting me take the money out of my pocket and killing me?"

Jiang Yi sat up straight, crossed his legs and stared at Fu Xiting.

"Is it possible that Mr. Fu wants to be a murderer?"

"Miss Jiang may not know," Fu Xiting reached out and lit the cigarette ashes.

"I've been a murderer for many years."

Jiang Yi:.

Inside Guan Qing's office.

Zhuang Jing came in and closed the door.

He looked at the elite-looking girl in front of him and felt a little regretful for no reason.

"I reminded you last time that a king is a king and a minister is a minister. No matter what, Miss Jiang is Mr. Fu's fiancée to the world. You and I are employees. You should not ask about the master's family affairs. It's better for you.

Although Mr. Fu usually looks indifferent when he rides on Jiang Yi's head and poops and urinates, he will not have a second choice between his wife and his employees. His wife is related to the interests of the family, and his employees are one of his thousands of employees.

He will shoot you like a grasshopper, Zhuang Jing——————.”

Guan Qing couldn't speak any more.

There are many words that an adult cannot say.

Guan Qing picked up the cup and took a sip of water: "I pulled you up because I'm interested in your work ability and professionalism. Remember, in Dongting Group, in front of Mr. Fu, if you want to be promoted, you have to marry the girl."

Words like unwillingness, why, unworthy, etc. are all thrown out of your mind, because Mr. Fu does not allow anyone to question his decision. In other words, he steps on the corpses of thousands of people.

Sitting on the high position of the Dongting Group's richest man in the country is not something you, a little secretary, can question. With your current rank, you are not worthy of it."

(End of chapter)