MTL - Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated-Chapter 247 248: It's my turn for Fu Xiting's woman to say something to you

  Chapter 247 248: It's my Fu Xiting's woman's turn to gossip with you (8000)

  The people in this circle are all top experts.

   Few of them are really clean.

  Who doesn't have something in hand? People who don't have anything can't stand in this position.

   This thing is disgusting. Some people admit that their hands and feet are not clean, but some people try to use all kinds of fancy words to turn their dirtyness into a great work.

  It seems that in this way, they can leave a name in this world through the ages, and let future generations sing praises to them.

  Old Master Zhao often heard about Fu Xiting's name, but he only knew that he was a master with a long halberd, and he was very capable.

   But it was the first time that he confronted this person. Walking all the way to Yu Garden, seeing the layout of the surrounding mountains and forests, he knew that Fu Xiting was also a sinful person.

  Jade belts surround the waist, and rivers or roads surround houses or buildings in a circular, semicircular or arc shape. Feng Shui is also called "belt water" or "bow water". Like the belts of senior officials in ancient times, they are affectionately connected with houses and buildings, so the residents are rich if they are not expensive. Many people have successful careers, prosperous wealth, and accumulate wealth.

  If you are in the sun, you will not believe in these ghostly things, but since you believe it, it proves that Fu Xiting is not a clean person.

  The old man tightened his jaw and looked up at the person in front of him: "Where can Fu Dong be better?"

Fu Xiting's slender fingertips landed on his knees, and he nodded lightly up and down: "Those who gain the Tao practice the Tao, and those who benefit from it gain benefits. No matter it is the former or the latter, everyone generously admits what they have obtained." And what you want, but only when you come to Mr. Zhao, you want to get the Tao but don’t practice it. On the one hand, you are thinking hard to get the things you want, and on the other hand, you stand on the commanding heights of morality and criticize those you want. s things."

   "The younger generation said a bad word here today. People are people, ghosts are ghosts. Don't be a person who wants to be a ghost, but a ghost who wants to be a person."

  Fu Xiting's words are no different from directly insulting him.

  With a bang, the teacup in front of Mr. Zhao shattered and blossomed on the ground.

  Standing up with a cane, he glared at Fu Xiting with wide eyes: "Huangkou kid."

  Master Zhao was trembling with anger.

  The old butler on the side wanted to step over when he saw this, but was stopped by Fang Chi.

  The old housekeeper stretched out his hand to push Fang Chi away, but Fang Chi grabbed his wrist and stood there immobile.

"When your father is around, you have to respectfully and politely call me Mr. Zhao, what are you doing? You took chicken feathers as arrows, and you really thought that you were superior to others when you stood in a high position? You smelt of copper." Do you dare to yell at the old man in front of me?"

  Master Zhao pointed at Fu Xiting's hand and kept shaking, his muscles tensed in anger.

  Where is Fu Xiting? Still leaning on the sofa contentedly, looking at the angry old man, the leisure and ease in his body formed a sharp contrast with his rage.

  The man was not in a hurry, he reached out and took out a document bag from under the coffee table in the reception room.

   And raised his chin: "Mr. Zhao might as well take a look."

  Master Zhao looked at the file bag on the desktop, and then at Fu Xiting.

  Putting the crutch aside, he reached for the file bag and opened the card.

   And Fu Xiting picked up the cup of almost cold tea on the table and slowly sipped it.

"Mr. Zhao prides himself on serving the country and the people with a clean heart. He has a high integrity and never joins others. But he doesn't know that his son's hands are full of the smell of copper. If I were Mr. Zhao, I would definitely feel ashamed. You guys The father and son are really ridiculously generous. The son came to Fu Mou to beg humblely, and the father came to Fu Mou to point his finger and glared. He was furious. Your Zhao family used up all the red and white faces. In the words of my lover, such a face Big, didn’t Pacific give you a stall when you were born?”

   "Move my wife? Mr. Zhao is really good at it. Fu Mou said the ugly words first. If my wife is even slightly damaged, the Zhao family is waiting to sink!"

   This is a warning.

  Master Zhao suddenly remembered what his friend had said to him.

  One day, a friend was traveling in a different place, and the two had a long talk in the small courtyard where he was recuperating.

   Go down with a few glasses of sake and chat about the situation in the capital.

  Referring to Fu Xiting, the friend said: "The face of a Bodhisattva, the means of thunder."

   "I stepped on the corpse, and there was no blood on my body."

  The rise of a commercial overlord is by no means completed in a day. Apart from means, Fu Xiting also has the tolerance to endure all difficulties in the world. Otherwise, why would he rise in a short period of time?

  The business has been booming for so many years, and there is no slight decline?

  Fu Xiting looked at Mr. Zhao with an ugly face, and the person holding the cup was leaning on the sofa. It was obviously a cup of ordinary tea, but he tasted the feeling of 82-year-old tea.

   "Send Mr. Zhao down."

  Fu Xiting glanced at the time. It was half past nine. If Jiang Yi was fine, it would be at this time. Then he went to bed and flipped through the book.

  The person in front of him is really not worth his wasting too much time.

   "Since Mr. Fu claims to have a clear conscience, I would like to ask whether Mrs. Fu did what happened to Zhao Zhen."

  Fu Xiting did not respond to Mr. Zhao's words, but glanced at Fang Chi, who came over and handed him a USB flash drive.

   "Old Zhao, who did it, the police will give you the answer, please."

  This evening, the old man returned to Zhao's house.

   Seeing Bu Si in the living room, he asked about Zhao Zhen's recent situation.

  Bu Sijun answered one by one, making it impossible for people to see the slightest clue.

   "You've been exhausted recently, go to bed early."

  The old man said a few polite words, and was about to turn around and leave.

  Bu Si called him: "Dad, did you go to Jiang Yi today? How is it?"

   "Didn't see it."

  Bu Si:

  Yu Garden.

  When Fu Xiting entered the bedroom with a teacup, he happened to see Jiang Yi coming out of the bathroom after taking a shower.

  Because I didn’t bring pajamas when I went in, I came out wrapped in a bath towel.

  The woman stood in the bedroom with wet hair, bare feet wrapped in a towel, and her body was pink and tender because she had just taken a hot bath.

   No matter from which angle you look at it, it is delicious.

   Take a bite and you will be able to bite out the juice.

  Fu Xiting felt a numbness in his tailbone when he saw Jiang Yi like this.

  He is not a man of excessive desire.

   But definitely not Liu Xiahui.

   During the meeting with Jiang Yi, it is not that he has brought women in and out of various occasions

  But Jiang Yi is the only serious woman.

  Bring it back, Jiang Yi was the only woman brought to bed.

  He never denies Jiang Yi's charm, no matter she is Jiang Yi or Jiang Fu.

it's the same.

  Fu Xiting's tailbone felt densely packed up inch by inch.

   Staring at Jiang Yi is like a wild wolf staring at a little white rabbit, and this little white rabbit is still a skinned little white rabbit.

   Salivating?

  Probably so!

  Jiang Yi's scalp was numb when Fu Xiting looked at him: "The talk is over?"

   She tried to soften the weirdness with words.

  Fu Xiting picked up the cup, took a sip of the tea calmly, and said yes.

   "Let me go, I'll get the clothes," Jiang Yi wanted to walk around Fu Xiting so that he could enter the cloakroom.

  The corners of Fu Xiting's lips twitched slightly, and his tone was a bit old-fashioned: "Go!"

  Jiang Yi thought that Fu Xiting was a kind-hearted person, but when he went around, he realized that he was a **** kind-hearted person.

   This dog man just waited for her to get into the cloakroom and take off her clothes.

   When Jiang Yi was pushed down on the closet door, the hairs all over his body suddenly rose.

   "Honey, I'm going to bear it right now, you have to accompany me to see the andrology department tomorrow," the man kissed her thin lips, and the two almost rubbed each other.

   No, no, no, it should be said that Jiang Yi was unilaterally crushed.

  The latter, as if he didn't want him to succeed, stretched out his hand and pushed him away: "Mr. Fu, excessive indulgence will also make you go to the andrology department, shouldn't men cherish themselves?"

  Jiang Yi followed his words, and Fu Xiting laughed aloud: "The left and right are looking at andrology, so... If you have wine today, you will be drunk today."

  ...

   When Jiang Yi recovered from the sinking, the sound of rushing water in the bedroom continued one after another.

  She was half lying on the bed, and before she had time to turn over, Fu Xiting came out with a hot towel.

   "Wipe."

  She turned over with difficulty and rubbed against her like a caterpillar, which caused the man to smile slightly: "Like a caterpillar."

  Jiang Yi glared at him coquettishly: "Isn't it because of you?"

   "My fault, be good," when the man's lips fell on her cheek, Jiang Yi only felt that there were sparks and lightning in her mind, directly hitting her heart.

  It was a strange feeling of accepting and acknowledging the relationship.

  She never thought that the relationship between herself and Fu Xiting would become like this.

  From suspicion and suspicion at the beginning, to the inward behavior now.

  The current state is what they didn't expect at the beginning.

  The relationship between her and Fu Xiting is no longer a simple relationship. Perhaps, she is not so stubborn now.

   It's hard not to love.

  Facing a man who does everything he says and does what he says, it's hard not to get lost in this relationship.

  Jiang Yi doesn't think he can escape something that no ordinary person can escape.

   What's more, the man in front of him has an angelic face and a superb dual quotient.

  Love is something that makes people lose every inch of it, and breaks down their bottom line inch by inch.

   Then re-establish a bottom line that includes the other party.

  Jiang Yi buried her cheeks in the pillow, and a warm towel swam over her body. From being ashamed at the beginning to accepting it now, it proved that this relationship has improved invisibly.

   "Sleep first, I'll take a shower,"

  The man kissed her hair, his soft and low tone was slightly bewitching.

  Jiang Yi lay flat on the bed, looking at the widowed ceiling, and was about to let go of her thoughts to have a date with Zhou.

  The sound of a text message coming in interrupted her thoughts: "The things you want have been sent to your mailbox."

   "The things in his mailbox are indeed not clean, but many of them can't be put on tomorrow."

  Jiang Yi looked at the content of the text message on his mobile phone, and typed out two words: face-to-face chat.

  Jiang Yi was just about to put down his cell phone when a call came in. After looking at the overseas call, Jiang Yi already had a faint feeling in his heart.

  But he still reached out to pick it up. When the silence unfolded on the other side of the phone, Jiang Yi chose to speak in advance.

   "Speak up if you have anything to say."

   "How are you doing recently?" On the other side, Lin Jingzhou's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't drank water for many days.

   A sense of familiarity arises spontaneously.

   In the capital city, there may not be people who have not drank water for many days, but in other countries, this situation is really obvious.

  When she heard Lin Jingzhou's voice, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

   Not only out of concern, but also wanting to get an affirmative answer, Jiang Yi chose to ask: "Where are you?"

"In the place where we once narrowly escaped death together, Jiang Yi, do you know? I stand here walking from the street to the end, and what appears in front of me is not the people who come and go in this country, but the two of us who used to be together A picture of walking on the street."

   "I have been here more than once when I learned of your death. My intuition tells me that you are not such a person who bows your head so easily, and you will not choose to die in such obscurity."

   "Lin Jingzhou," Jiang Yi interrupted his fantasy.

   There was a bit of annoyance in his voice.

   "I don't want to hear your sorrow, that's already in the past tense."

"It's the past tense for you, but it's not for me." He couldn't forget the past as easily as Jiang Yi, a person who actually existed in his life, a person who didn't die, How did he forget? How to forget?

   "If you do this, it won't change anything except to make your heart feel better."

   "I hope you understand," Jiang Yi finished, ready to hang up.

On the   side, Lin Jingzhou said eagerly: "Let's meet! Zhao Zhen set up a foundry abroad to earn bonuses, and secretly had illegal transactions with others. I got the evidence."

  Jiang Yi: ...

   Before Jiang Yi had time to respond, the sound of water flowing in the bathroom stopped.

"time,"

   "I'm going back to the capital the day after tomorrow, at the tennis court in the suburbs of Beijing."

  Jiang Yi listened to the message and hung up the phone.

  When Fu Xiting came out of the bathroom, he saw Jiang Yi pulling the quilt and sliding down.

   "Can't sleep?"

   "Waiting for you," this kind of words came out of my mouth.

   But Jiang Yi is more willing to say good things when there is no need to pay for language, after all - who doesn't love sweet words!

   Obviously, this trick is very useful for Fu Xiting, the man laughed, lifted the quilt on one side and hugged him into his arms.

  Compared to others, the price paid for sweet talk is very little, but Jiang Yi from Fu Xiting's side soon witnessed it.

  Every sweet word she said against her heart will pay her due price.

  The next day, Jiang Yi entered the company, and Wen Sirui handed over the documents.

   "Yesterday your brother and his company's documents have been delivered."

  Jiang Yi hummed: "You can make arrangements for dinner at night."

   "People in the company?"

   "Well, people in the company."

"good."

  In the evening, Jiang Yi told Fu Xiting to have dinner with his colleagues when it was approaching the end of get off work time.

  Fu Xiting was slightly displeased: "Dinner? Why didn't I hear you yesterday?"

   "It was decided temporarily," Jiang Yi vaguely heard the displeasure in Fu Xiting's tone, and his words softened a little.

   "A minute ago, I pushed back tonight's entertainment."

  When Fu Xiting said this, Guan Qing was still standing in front of him. The person who had just reported the itinerary was holding things, and he didn't know whether to go out or not.

  Jiang Yi pondered for a while, frantically considering how to speak to Fu Xiting in his mind, so this person thought of a compromise: "Together?"

—

  Jiang Yi may be good at other things, but not necessarily when it comes to coaxing men.

In her previous life, Lin Jingzhou and Lin Jingzhou had never been accommodating in the past. Most of the time she controlled the home game. She still remembered that once in Melbourne, the two disagreed. Jiang Yi turned around and left, bought a plane ticket to return home, leaving Lin Jingzhou alone Rain on the streets of Melbourne.

  Probably after that time, Lin Jingzhou knew about her temper. From now on, as long as the two started to quarrel, he would be the one who kept his head down, and he would be the one who gave way.

  The difference between Fu Xiting and Lin Jingzhou is that this person will be online.

  He lets you, accommodates you, it depends on the matter.

  A man with his own mind will slowly bring you to his home court and train you into the kind of person he wants.

  When Fu Xiting heard what Jiang Yi said, he raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows, feeling a headache.

  He didn't seem to expect that Jiang Yi would come to this answer together.

go together?

  The group of people in Jiangyi Company, in terms of knowledge, experience, and conditions, are not the type that can sit shoulder to shoulder with him.

  Leaving aside this, let’s say that he is not a person who likes to quarrel, and naturally he can’t get a group of young people to go up to him, and let this group of people pull him to ask questions and make a lot of noise.

  Alternatively, looking at myself silently and sizing up all kinds of things.

   Neither of these two kinds is what Fu Xiting wants.

  He sighed: "Forget it, you go!"

  The corners of Jiang Yi's lips curled into a smile, and a wave of joy of success spread across his face: "Aren't you going?"

   "En," Fu Xiting hung up the phone wearily, not in the mood for a conversation.

   "In terms of entertainment arrangements," the man glanced at Guan Qing who was standing in front of him, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

  Guan Qing nodded, signaling understanding.

  I thought to myself, as expected, only Mr. Fu, who was abandoned by his wife, would start a business seriously.

  This evening, Wen Sirui found an open-air barbecue bar next to the company. It was a breezy night in April, and sitting on the rooftop for dinner gave me the pleasure of chatting late at night.

  Furthermore, the grilling skills are strong, so it won’t be embarrassing for everyone to sit on the table and face the leader.

  Jiang Yi sat on the balcony, looking at his colleagues not far away, thinking about himself in his previous life.

  It is not uncommon to have dinner together like this, but the atmosphere is very different from today.

  If she is still Jiang Fu, where is she now?

   "Where are you going?" Sihan just walked over with a cup, when Jiang Fu got up and was about to leave.

  Jiang Fu glanced at him leisurely: "The bathroom."

  The street where the company is located is called a cultural block by the locals in the capital. What does it mean?

  Probably there are various art galleries, concert halls, and high-end French-Italian restaurants on this street. From the street to the end of the street, there is quite a literary style of Paris, France in the 1990s.

  And the people who walk here have a pure awe of this street, making loud noises? It doesn't exist, and even walks softly.

  Jiang Yi came down from the balcony on the second floor, and when turning a corner, he bumped into someone.

  The two looked at each other, somewhat hostile.

  Wu Mei looked Jiang Yi up and down: "What a coincidence, I can meet Mrs. Fu here."

  Jiang Yi nodded: "It's a coincidence."

   "Ms. Lin is also dining here?" Jiang Yi said in a polite manner with a bit of indifference.

   "Mrs. Fu alone?" Wu Mei looked away from behind Jiang Yi, and chatted with Jiang Yi without answering the question.

polite?

   Not really.

polite?

   Naturally, there is no such thing.

  How could Jiang Yi fail to see Wu Mei's contempt.

   And she herself is not a good thing.

  The words of the two of them sounded almost simultaneously with a few seconds difference between the front and the back.

   And silence followed.

  In the aisle of the restaurant, there was faint French music.

  Jiang Yi stared at Wu Mei, but she was not in a hurry to break the rigidity. Instead, she took out a cigarette and put her hands together to light it.

  The scene where Jiang Yi lowered her eyebrows and put her hands together to light a cigarette reminded Wu Mei of an old friend.

  And this old man——.

   "Mrs. Fu is very similar to an old friend I know."

  Jiang Yi raised her hand and took a puff of a cigarette, her tone of voice could fade like a bird: "Jiang Fu?"

   Then, he smiled: "Mrs. Lin, I'm very curious. Is it because those people who identified me as Jiang Fu never forget the dead person or have a guilty conscience?"

   This is not the first time Wu Mei has identified her as Jiang Fu.

   And Jiang Yi is not the first time to ridicule her.

  No matter which one it is, it has verified the bad relationship between them. For a person who killed herself, she really wasted her emotions to give them half of the face.

   "With a guilty conscience and never forgetting, which kind does Mrs. Fu want to hear?"

  Wu Mei didn't have a good face towards Jiang Yi, probably because she felt that Lin Jingzhou left the capital to go abroad and had something to do with her.

   There is more or less a bit of mutual dislike among them.

  Jiang Yi lit a cigarette ash in the air, she stood in the wind, and when the ash fell, it blew on her expensive black suit along the wind.

Wu Mei only looks low-key on weekdays, without any logo on her body, but Jiang Yi knows that she is so demanding in life that she is almost abnormal, while Lin Jingzhou always thinks that her mother is plain and unpretentious, a person who doesn't like to be with her. A virtuous family and loving mother who people compare with.

  How could a virtuous family and a loving mother customize a dress worth more than 100,000 to 200,000 yuan?

  Those so-called unpretentiousness are nothing more than lies.

   What outsiders see is only what she wants you to see.

  Wu Mei's inside and outside are completely different, this is the experience she has gained from several times of back-and-forth confrontation with Wu Mei.

  Wu Mei looked down at her skirt covered in ashes, her face slightly gloomy.

  As for Jiang Yi, he didn't see it, so he sneered lightly: "I don't want to hear anything."

  Any expensive item is somewhat dirty once it's covered in ashes.

  Whether you want it or you don't want it.

   "Mr. Fu is calm and introverted, gentle and reserved, and behaves like everyone else. Does Ms. Jiang think she is worthy of the position of Mrs. Fu?"

  Jiang Yi smiled. She married Fu Xiting for nearly a year. After hearing all kinds of sarcasm, it was the first time she heard someone asking her if she was worthy of this position.

  A girl in her twenties, a sister in her thirties, and even an aunt in her fifties and sixties are here.

  The smile on Jiang Yi's face suddenly rose: "Then you come?"

   Didn’t it mean that I am not worthy, you have to be worthy, come and feel how Fu Xiting, a man with a yin and yang, a strange mind, and a mind comparable to a honeycomb, tortures people.

  She couldn't wish for it.

   "噗嗤——," a sudden laugh came from behind Jiang Yi.

   Turning his head, even the man's hand holding the cigarette was raised with both hands: "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, this is a shared passage."

  He was anxious to get rid of the relationship, and stretched out his finger to the back.

  Seeing the people behind, Jiang Yi trembled with a cigarette in his hand.

Today, not only Jiang Yi is here, but also the entertainment of Dongting Group is here. Fu Xiting travels in the business world, at home and abroad, and this person looks like a business elite, giving people a sense of calmness and reliability. There are quite a lot of friends in the mall.

  Seeing someone here today, Jiang Yi only wanted to say two words: Unlucky!

  Fu Xiting stood behind her with one hand in his pocket, his thin lips tightly pressed, his faint gaze seemed to want to kill her.

   looked at her coldly

  Jiang Yi held the cigarette in his hand, the ash would not fall out.

  Fu Xiting has heard more than once what friends around him said about Jiang Yi's remarks when he was out of the way.

  Similar to, I will give it to you, you take it away, then you come, if you have the ability, you go to it and so on, and the object she explained when she said these words was not an object, but a living person.

   A husband who legally belongs only to her, her property, her property.

   in her heart became a tradable item in her mouth.

   Heartbroken?

  Probably so!

  But at this moment, with many subordinates and partners behind him, even if Fu Xiting was angry, he would not let outsiders see the joke.

  In his heart, Jiang Yi is his wife.

  The wife's face is his own face.

Fu Xiting focused on Jiang Yi, and slowly stepped forward. When Jiang Yi was holding the cigarette that he didn't know where to throw, one big hand held her hand hanging beside her, and the other She reached out to pick up the cigarette at her fingertips, and threw it into the trash can.

  Fu Xiting is not a kind person.

  Whether Lin Han or Wu Mei knew it.

  She once watched helplessly as Fu Xiting threw out the woman who was brought to him by others.

   I also watched the former vice president of Dongting kneel in the rain begging bitterly, while this man sat in the car like a **** looking down on all living beings, controlling the life and death of others with every gesture.

  Now, she saw the man reaching out to take the cigarette from her lover's hand, and then his cold eyes fell on her, with a light threat: "Mrs. Lin thinks my wife is worthy of this position?"

  My love.

   Match or not.

  Just these six words are enough to make Wu Mei tremble three times.

   But after all, it came from a wealthy family.

  Don't want to look too incompetent, and face Fu Xiting with fear.

"When will it be my Fu Xiting's woman's turn to be talked about by others? Or, Mrs. Lin thinks that her family is happy and her life is happy, and her life is successful enough to be someone else's life mentor? Don't take a pee and look in the mirror? Or is the rouge, gouache, skin care products and cosmetics used every day used to smear the eyes? Do you want me to get someone to wash it for you? Mrs. Lin is probably not Aristotle’s second aunt, right? Jenny Masto."

  Puff Chi——The man who was holding a cigarette just now couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

   broke the embarrassment of being present.

  The vice presidents of Dongting tried to persuade them but dared not.

  I want to persuade, because although Wu Mei is nothing, Lin Han is still a character.

   I don’t want to persuade you, because everyone is having a hard time recently, and I don’t know how this little lady has offended Mr. Fu recently.

  The daily atmosphere of the Dongting Group is simply shrouded in gloom, and Fu Dong's office is comparable to Yama's interrogation hall.

   Once it goes in, it doesn’t matter if it doesn’t come out.

  Obviously, Fu Dong is planning the Zhao family recently. It stands to reason that a woman sees a man supporting her, not to mention being happy and grateful, at least she should be a little grateful!

   Say a few nice words to make the man happy, and things will be easier to handle, but this little lady——doesn't take the usual way.

  Fu Dong's face is like the sky at the foot of Changbai Mountain, changing every second.

   Everyone looked at the scene in front of them.

   chose silence.

  Sacrificing Wu Mei to fulfill themselves, this kind of thing is not impossible.

   "It's just a woman's chat, why does Dong Fu go online like this?

  Fu Xiting held Jiang Yi's hand tightly, with a cold face and a threatening tone: "He is upright, and he will not obey orders. If his body is not upright, even if he refuses to obey orders, take care of yourself."

  After speaking, Fu Xiting took Jiang Yi's hand and left the stairs.

  The strides made Jiang Yi stagger a little.

   When he realized it, he had been thrown into the car by Fu Xiting.

   When a bang sounded in her ears, she trembled in fright.

   Then Fang Chi in the car was playing Snake with his mobile phone. The sound of the door opening made him hit the wall unexpectedly, and the game was over.

  Fang Chi sat in the driver's seat with his mobile phone and looked at Jiang Yi through the rearview mirror.

  At this time, Fu Xiting was already burning with anger. Seeing Fang Chi motionless like a duck, he kicked the backrest angrily: "Get off."

  Fang Chi didn't dare to delay, he opened the car door in a slippery manner, and almost rolled and crawled out.

  If Guan Qing was here, he would definitely not get out of the car at this time. Seeing that the boss is in a bad mood, and the boss of the partner is behind him, wouldn't it be embarrassing for the boss to get off the car now?

   But Fang Chi didn't have such a high ideological consciousness.

   After all, he is a general.

   Fu Xiting was already full of anger, but now seeing Fang Chi acting like a fool, his brain twitched with anger.

  Pressing down the car window and looking at Fang Chi who just got out of the car, he shouted angrily, "Get out of here."

  Fang Chi: ...

  Jiang Yi knew that Fu Xiting had a bad temper recently, as if a woman came to her aunt ten or eight times a month, and this time should be a time for shrinking her head, but she felt that Fang Chi was so pitiful.

   opened his mouth and said: "Why are you angry with him?"

  Fu Xiting was furious this day.

   The anger in his head was rising slowly, how could he not get angry with Jiang Yi?

  If you say she is heartless, she will care about Fang Chi.

  If you say she has heart and lungs, she can't see her emotions at all.

Fu Xiting was on fire in his heart. The fire on his gentle and elegant face was particularly frightening. His red eyes were like a raging lion. He reached out and threw the tie on Jiang Yi's body, and glared at her with red eyes: "I'm angry with you." , do you care?"

  Jiang Yi stared at Fu Xiting in astonishment.

  She didn't know whether the man's eyes were red from drinking too much, or from forbearance.

  As soon as he raised his eyes, he directly crashed into the man's vortex.

  Jiang Yi suddenly felt that he couldn't look directly at Fu Xiting.

  When she was about to dodge, Fu Xiting's pressing tone followed closely: "You think I don't know what you mean by dodging recently?"

"I want to attach myself to me, but I don't want to let myself fall, so I wandered back and forth between this pull, Jiang Yi, you are really a master, and you figured out that I must be you, so you kept going crazy on the edge again and again Stampede."

   Ah~ ask for a ticket,

  

  

  (end of this chapter)