MTL - Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated-Chapter 249 250: Mr. Fu did not give me too much trouble, did he?

  Chapter 249 250: Mr. Fu did not give me a hard time, did he?

  eu\'d In the study, Fu Xiting looked at the cat squatting on the desk.

   It is said that pets are like owners, there is no doubt about this.

Of the two cats at home, Tang Yuan is milder, like an old man over half a century old, who only knows to eat and sleep on weekdays, and occasionally gets up for a stretch, or runs out for a walk by himself. It is personal.

  Wait a minute, she has a lively temper, rubs against you from time to time, attracts your attention, and has unlimited vitality.

  He never thought that one day he would sit at the desk and analyze the cat's character in detail.

   And the source of all this is Jiang Yi.

  Fu Xiting hadn't left the study when the sound of an engine outside the house came. He got up and opened the French windows of the study. When he walked to the balcony, he saw Jiang Yi getting off Sihan's car.

   It was dark at dusk, except for the chirping of insects and birds in the hospital, it was the sound of the engine of the car.

  In the night when the sky and the earth are about to merge into one, the whiteness on the balcony on the second floor is extremely dazzling.

  Si Han turned his head and was about to say good night to Jiang Yi, when his gaze touched the person on the balcony, for a moment, all the words seemed to be choked in his throat, and turned into silence.

  Jiang Yi is wearing a crimson dress today. The perfect shape outlines her slender waist, and she is quite swaying when she walks.

  The man stood on the balcony watching her, and the woman strolled away in the yard.

  The moonlight and street lamps became the foil for the two of them.

  This situation reminded him of a sentence that his high school teacher said, when people reach a certain age, what they need is gentleness, and only gentleness can withstand the long years.

  Those vigorous and powerful things, when they are broken, they will definitely be able to cramp and skin you.

  That night, when Sihan came home, he happened to see Mengyao leaving.

  She watched the silver crowd leaving the yard, a little strange: "Is Secretary Meng leaving?"

  Si Bai stood at the railing on the second floor in a nightgown, and responded lightly: "En."

   "How does it feel to go to work?" Si Bai half leaned on the railing and looked at Sihan who was pouring water at the bar downstairs.

  Sihan took a sip of water: "Not bad."

   "What kind of person do you think Jiang Yi is?" Si Bai shook the red wine glass in his hand, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and an organic light flashed in his eyes.

  Sihan was standing downstairs, and he didn't see the gleam in his brother's eyes at all.

   "Thoughtful and meticulous."

  Si Bo's low laughing voice was ethereal and unreal, and he glanced at Sihan: "Rest early."

  Sihan looked at Si Bai, and the moment he turned around, he saw the moaning on his wrist, and this kind of large and dense marks, except for the claws of animals, were women.

  Sihan's gaze fell to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and that figure flashed in his mind.

   His brows furrowed slightly.

  When Jiang Yi returned to the villa, Fu Xiting came down before he finished his glass of water. When the man stepped downstairs, he was followed by two cats.

  She looked at the man, her eyes stayed on the man, and the sentence not long ago, the long road is long, appeared in her mind.

   made her calm chest ripple.

   And these ripples cannot be calmed down for a long time.

  Fu Xiting stopped in front of Jiang Yi with a cigarette in his hand, and his eyes staring at her were like spring water in March, with continuous ripples.

  Jiang Yi thought carefully about his journey in the first half of his life, who he really relied on.

  Lin Jingzhou?

No.

parents?

  Thousands of years ago, every step I took after I became an adult was made by myself one by one.

  In the past half of her life, she walked extremely fast, eager to occupy a place in this big dye vat so that she could reach the top.

   I was afraid that if I walked too slowly, the wolves, tigers and leopards would catch up behind me.

   Only when she was in front of Fu Xiting, she suddenly became less panicked.

  The mentality of eagerness for success in the previous life is being disintegrated little by little.

   What the disciples left behind was a gradually calm state of mind.

  Because she knew that Fu Xiting would not hurt her and would not let her become a member of the mass grave.

  Jiang Yi's back was covered with cold sweat when Fu Xiting looked at him, pretending to be calm and putting down the cup in his hand, with a soft tone: "What's wrong?"

  Fu Xiting held a cigarette in one hand, and hooked her in with the other: "Come."

  Jiang Yisui was puzzled, but he still followed Fu Xiting.

  Just walking in, the man's gentle palm pressed the back of her head.

   Some tossing and turning kisses kicked off.

  Jiang Yi caught a glimpse of Suxin who was about to enter the door out of the corner of her eye, and just wanted to reach out and push her away.

   Su Xin and her sensibility stopped the servant who was about to come behind her, and hurriedly withdrew.

  Seeing that Jiang Yi was distracted, Fu Xiting stretched out his hand and patted her buttocks, with a gentle warning: "Get some snacks."

  Jiang Yi's heart trembled, and Fu Xiting pressed him to the dining table before his thoughts came back.

  Two cats nearly tripped her as they circled around her feet.

  Seeing this, Fu Xiting hooked her waist, and his smile was low and floating.

  The architectural style of Yu Garden comes from Fu Xiting, the only man who yearns for family, so when he designed this house, the guest, dining and living area are clearly defined.

  He undoubtedly knew this, so he dared to press Jiang Yi on the dining table.

  Under the warm yellow night light are the entangled shadows of the two.

  Jiang Yi hooked Fu Xiting's neck, and a soft and enchanting voice came from his throat: "What do you want?"

  Fu Xiting's palm wandered around her waist, and the lingering tone rang in her ears: "Do what Yuewen's father won't let you do."

  …..

  Two hours later, the panting sound in the restaurant gradually subsided, and Jiang Yi was hugged by Fu Xiting. Her hair, which was originally coiled up, was scattered loosely, and the man simply stretched out his hand to untie her hair.

  Fu Xiting hugged Jiang Yi with one arm, and drank Jiang Yi's half glass of water with the other.

  Just about to put the cup down, the person in his arms coughed softly.

  He handed the cup to Jiang Yi's lips: "Drink some water."

  She was never a person who would wrong herself, no matter who was serving her, she would generously accept it, so she drank water from Fu Xiting's hand.

  Jiang Yi nestled in Fu Xiting's chest, and what happened just now flashed in his mind.

  Fu Xiting coaxed her with gentle words, shouting his heart and soul, making her heart flutter.

  At the pinnacle of perfection, she trembled like a Gesang flower going through a storm outdoors, swaying in the wind and rain and almost broke its flower branches, and this storm happened more than once.

  Undoubtedly, Fu Xiting has a strong desire in the matter of the house, which makes Jiang Yi a little overwhelmed.

  The two are entangled to the death, and she will never win.

   "Have you rested yet?" Jiang Yi's thoughts were interrupted by a man's voice.

   Is this rest ready? Inexplicably frightened her.

   "What do you want?"

  The man's voice is intoxicating: "Again."

  Jiang Yi was startled, struggling to escape from his arms, but Fu Xiting pushed back his chest with a smile: "You're kidding."

   After a man is full and satiated, he is in a good mood.

  The posture of hugging Jiang Yi is a little tight.

  Backing to the bedroom, Fu Xiting dragged Jiang Yi's **** with his arms like he was holding a child, and took off the pajamas from the hanger with his other hand.

  Send people to the bathroom door: "Take a shower first."

   Helpless, helpless.

  Jiang Yijiao had just taken up the land, and almost carried it down.

   Fortunately, Fu Xiting picked him up with quick eyesight and quick hands, so she avoided intimate contact with the bathroom floor tiles.

  Jiang Yi's heart beat faster, and Fu Xiting was frightened.

   "Wash again tomorrow morning?" Although Fu Xiting's words were a question, but the act of walking to the bed with Jiang Yi in his arms was real.

  Jiang Yi was paralyzed on the bed with his whole body sore and limp. Looking at Fu Xiting as if nothing had happened, the anger in his mind rose slowly.

   Reaching out to pick up the pillow on the bed and walking towards Fu Xiting's face: "I told you I can't take it anymore."

  The man stretched out his hand, hugged the pillow into his arms, and smiled helplessly.

   Leaned down and kissed the fried-haired wife: "The temptation of the kitchen is too great, I can't hold back."

  Jiang Yi reached out and pushed him away with an impatient expression.

  Fu Xiting, if he is in a good mood, everything will be fine.

   stroking Fu Jiangyi's hair: "Wipe it for you."

   Not long after, the touch of a warm towel came, and Jiang Yi lay on the bed, allowing Fu Xiting to serve her.

  Jiang Yi glanced sideways at the time, it was thirty-five minutes past two, exactly two hours.

"are not you tired?"

   "Not tired," Fu Xiting responded with a smile.

   "Why?" Jiang Yi was puzzled.

   "You are weak."

  Jiang Yi: ... "Is it my fault?"

  Fu Xiting took away the cold towel, leaned over and kissed Jiang Yi's ear: "Honey, only exhausted cows have no plowed land."

   Paji, Jiang Yi was on the verge of getting angry.

  Fu Xiting kissed her cheek, then turned around and went to the bathroom as if fleeing.

  The next morning.

  Jiang Yi just opened his eyes when he saw Fu Xiting standing in the cloakroom changing clothes.

  When the pajamas were taken off, the dense scratches on the back waist came into view. Inexplicably, she felt a little flushed.

   Reach out and lift the quilt to realize yourself.

   It just so happened that Fu Xiting caught her little move.

  Naked to the upper body, she stepped towards Jiang Yi, stripped the person out of the quilt, pulled out the person's palm and landed on her lower back.

   "I touched it."

  Jiang wanted to withdraw his hand, but was grabbed even tighter: "What are you hiding?"

  The man started teasing this early in the morning, looking at Jiang Yi's red ears, with a deep smile on his face.

   "Mr. Fu didn't give me too much trouble, did he? Come to Qiu Hou to settle the score after the fun?"

  Jiang Yi concentrated on Fu Xiting, regained his thoughts, and said in a calm manner: "If this is the case, we will eliminate the problem from the root cause in the future."

  Fu Xiting became interested, and raised his eyebrows lightly: "How to stop it?"

   "Do or die."

   "Don't do it?" Fu Xiting's tone was light, and his eyes fixed on Jiang Yi with a bit of displeasure.

  Jiang Yi hummed.

  Fu Xiting raised his hand, and the quilt fell on top of her head again.

   "Daydreaming."

  Jiang Yi hid under the quilt, a faint smile curled up on the corner of her lips, thinking, there is nothing left to do with you.

   On this side, the warmth index of the husband and wife rose sharply because of Zhao Zhen's matter, while on the other side, the temperature of Zhao's family gradually decreased because of Zhao Zhen's matter.

  The good breakfast turned into a war by accident.

  Zhao Ying didn't know why the old man got the recordings of his mother talking, and those recordings undoubtedly became the culprit.

  At the dinner table, the atmosphere will drop to zero.

  Zhao Ying bowed her head to eat, but Bu Si didn't say a word.

  The old man held back his anger.

   "Sir, the hospital called and said the situation is still not getting better," the butler said while everyone was there.

  Bang—the old man slammed the chopsticks in his hand on the table.

"A good home must be broken into pieces, so that people can see it as a joke. If Zhen'er dies, do you think you can still live the life of this kind of rich lady, noble lady? Your rich life is all Who brought it to you? Who earned you the silk and satin you wear? Did the luxury cars you drive and the mansions you live in all fall from the sky? And you—”

The old man's eyes fell on Zhao Ying: "If your father hadn't advised you to pave the way for you, do you think you could get where you are now? With your talents and abilities, even she would despise you as an idiot if you went to lift Jiang Fu's shoes. Mentally retarded, is there no talent in the Negotiating Institute? Is there no one better than you? It’s because you had a good birth and a good father. Otherwise, what do you think you are? The person who resigned from you a few days ago is now I have already gone to Jiangfu Group, and they would rather quit than stay in your hands, do you really think you can still be a young lady without your father?"

   "I hope he dies? Can you feel better if he dies?"

  The old man just reprimanded him, but Bu Si is now disheartened.

  She has long tolerated this marriage too much, but now she has found a reasonable and legal breakthrough.

  As soon as the old man said this, she directly refuted: "Is there only glory and wealth? Is there nothing else?"

"Go and see which man in the capital who has a certain position and money doesn't mess around? Drinking dinner parties, dealing with people, who doesn't need to bring a woman? Or, do you think Zhen'er can stop working with them and treat everyone as dirty? When you are sober, then you are an idiot, do you know what will happen to an idiot? Didn’t you all participate in Jiang Fu’s death?”

   "If he is willing to stand on our side and join us, will she still die?"

The old man stared at Bu Si and said word by word. After all, he is old and has retired from a high position. All the armor on his body has long been removed, and he has lost the sharpness: "While enjoying the glory and wealth he brought you , and at the same time despise him for being dirty, what do you say in the words of young people today? Stand up and stand up."

"There has never been such a good thing in this world. People give and get at the same time, and at the same time throw away their favorite dreams and pick up what they must. Vanity Fair is not a fairy tale world. Do you think If you want to get something, you have to pay, if you want to get benefits from others, you must be prepared to make a show of yourself, this is the reality."

  The old man tapped the table with his fingertips: "Go back and ask your mother, what is the origin of the housekeeper who came in a few years ago in your family? Do you think he is just a housekeeper?"

"No, that's the daughter your father raised outside when he was young, but now that he's getting older and incapable, your father put her by his side in the name of a housekeeper, and he had acquaintance with your father in the circle Everyone knows, and your mother has also acquiesced, Bu Si, no one is innocent."

  Bu Si's astonished eyes fell on the old man.

   She never heard of these things.

   I don't know the twists and turns in the middle.

   But this is not a reason, nor an excuse.

  Not everyone’s life template is the same.

   "So? Just because others are unfortunate, should I accept my own misfortune?"

   "Just because others didn't get it, should I give up the opportunity I have?"

   "Everyone has a mistress, and everyone goes out to mess around. Is this something to brag about?"

   "Did God follow the template when creating human beings? Should we donate our brains and let people in medical schools use them for research?"

   "I can't agree with your statement."

"I will not accept my own misfortune just because of other people's misfortune, I will not accept my own unsatisfactory life just because others have lived an unsatisfactory life. I am a person who has thoughts, opinions, and ideas. I will not take the initiative Go kill Zhao Zhen, don’t worry about this, business is not righteous, I won’t do anything to be sorry for my daughter, but—if you dare to bring back the women outside Zhao Zhen, I don’t guarantee that I will kill them .”

   After finishing speaking, Bu Si got up and left the restaurant.

   "Xiaoying, say something," the old man saw that it was useless to persuade Bu Si, and began to look at Zhao Ying.

   Say something?

   Say something?

  Support your father to go out and mess around?

  Zhao Ying is just incompetent, not stupid. If she talks to Zhao Zhen at this time, she will undoubtedly acquiesce in the concept that women deserve what they deserve.

   "I have nothing to say, wrong is wrong, right is right."

   "I'm done eating, you take your time."

   After Zhao Ying finished speaking, she got up and left.

  The old man slapped the table angrily, and there was a bang.

   "Calm down," the old butler saw that the old man was furious, and couldn't hold back his advice.

   "Naizi, go to the hospital."

   "Where is Director Fu?" The old butler asked suspiciously.

   After all, this matter has nothing to do with Fu Xiting. Could it be that he really just let him go?

  When the old man heard Fu Xiting's name, he stopped severely.

  Although he wanted to find someone to settle accounts with his mind, but his strength did not allow it.

   Otherwise, how could he allow himself to suffer from being dumb?

  Fu Xiting is far more than what he appears to be.

   "Do you think we can confront him now?"

  The old man asked the butler back, but the butler was slightly silent.

   This silence is undoubtedly telling the old man that the possibility is unlikely.

  They are currently in the stage of being injured. If they go head-to-head with Fu Xiting, they will undoubtedly be injured more seriously.

   "Go to the manor and find Mrs. Fu."

  This morning, Meng Shu was sitting in the yard writing calligraphy, Wen Qi walked over quickly and told her that Mr. Zhao was here.

  Meng Shu kept writing with a brush in her hand, and she was a little puzzled: "What is he here for?"

"It is said that it is because of Zhao Zhen's matter. Didn't there be news that Zhao Zhen fainted on the little lady's site a few days ago? The Zhao family probably came here because they suspected that this matter had something to do with the little lady," Wen Habitat is analyzing.

Meng Shu looked sideways at Wen Qi, thinking of Mr. Zhao's face, and after three to five seconds: "So? Why are you looking for me? Shouldn't this kind of thing be going to the police? Tell me about my health Uncomfortable, no visitors."

  Wen Qi glanced at Meng Shu, a little appreciative of her answer.

  I thought to myself, luckily it was this answer, if it was another answer, or Meng Shu intervened in this matter, the final result would undoubtedly be that my husband was dissatisfied with him.

  Wen Qi didn't say much, walked to the front yard and looked at Mr. Zhao standing under the eaves; "Mr. Zhao, please go back! My wife is recuperating in the manor, and I don't want to bother with trivial matters."

   "Don't delay," Zhao Lao said.

  Wen Qi smiled: "Don't make things difficult for me."

  Old Zhao was shut out by Meng Shu, and the shut-up was rather rough.

  When the two left, their faces were blue and black.

  Fu Xiting was on his way to the meeting room when he received a call from Wen Qi.

  Wen Qi told him what happened this morning, the man listened and sneered coldly.

   "If you can't handle your own affairs clearly, it's a good hand to find someone else."

  Wen Qi was on the other side of the phone, a little startled when she heard Fu Xiting's sarcasm, probably because she knew this person too well, she thought for three to five seconds: "Then——"

   "Remind Ms. Meng that it is not her turn to intervene in my work affairs."

  Wen Qi thought to himself, fortunately Meng Shu knew herself from the beginning, otherwise——.

The consequences could be disastrous.

   "Madam thought so from the beginning."

  Wen Qi's words were probably intended to adjust the relationship between the mother and son, and he said a few words to Meng Shu.

  The man's deep brows and eyes were slightly tightened: "Then let her keep this idea."

   Immediately, the phone was picked up.

  Guan Qing saw that Fu Xiting had picked up the phone,

   Stepping forward quickly, whispering in a low voice: "The hospital said that Zhao Zhen is going to die."

   "I'm afraid it won't last more than two days."

  Five days is enough.

  He dragged Zhao Zhen to death because he wanted to rescue Jiang Yi from the turbid relationship.

   Now that the guidance of public opinion is no longer on Jiang Yi, there is no need for Zhao Zhen to live.

   "Let them come according to the time, two days or two, and arrange for the media to push Bu Si out and expose the news about Zhao Zhen's illegitimate child."

  Guan Qing was shocked.

  Z people all pay attention to a good beginning and a good end. No matter how dirty or cruel a person is in life, he must give him a good name when he dies. The ancients called it a posthumous name, and the modern people call it a facade.

  The people of Country Z have always been extremely tolerant of life and death. For ordinary people, if a person is going to die, it’s fine, and they shouldn’t care too much about him. Now, no.

  Even if Zhao Zhen is about to die, he will pay the price for everything he did during his lifetime, and will take his turn as a tool in Fu Xiting's hands.

   Die is dead! Dead people will not refute their crimes in life.

   Just right.

  At noon this day, Jiang Yi was chatting with a new partner.

   This person was introduced by Si Bai.

After the two chatted about some professional knowledge, they exchanged pleasantries and said politely: "President Si strongly recommends that we must come to President Jiang. He said that President Jiang has excellent professional knowledge, and even those from the Negotiation Institute may not be your opponent. Just now Let’s talk, it’s true.”

   "Mr. Li, you are being polite. There are people outside the mountains and there are people outside the mountains. I can't guarantee anything else, but it is absolutely right for Mr. Li to cooperate with us. We only speak with our strength."

  The other party looked at Jiang Yi and nodded again and again: "Let's have dinner together later?"

   "Don't rush to eat, there will be opportunities after things are done."

   "Mr. Jiang," Jiang Yi's chat hadn't ended yet, Wen Sirui rushed in with a newspaper outside the door, looking eager, and when the other party saw this, he got up quite wisely and said goodbye.

  Jiang Yi is different from Wen Sirui's impatience.

  She took a sip of tea slowly with the teacup in front of her: "Don't worry, just speak slowly."

   "The Zhao family," Wen Sirui handed over the newspaper.

  Jiang Yi held a teacup in one hand, and flipped through the thick stack of newspapers in front of him with the other.

   "Got it, go out and tell them, let me know whoever goes out and talks nonsense, pack up and get out."

  Wen Sirui nodded.

  The company is currently small in scale and well managed.

  Jiang Yi mentioned those issues just a little bit more.

  …..

  Zhao Ying just came down from the workplace this day.

   Then I received a call from a so-called "friend".

   "Xiaoying, are you okay?"

  Zhao Ying sat in the car with her bag, a little confused: "It's fine, what's wrong?"

   "It's okay, I'm just afraid that you are in a bad mood, so I greet you."

  When Zhao Ying heard this sentence, she was a little puzzled: "What do you mean?"

   "You haven't read the news yet, have you?" the other party choked and spoke softly, as if to remind you.

  Zhao Ying heard the rustling sound beside her, and knew that there was definitely more than one person beside her.

   Without saying much, Zhao Ying hung up the phone.

  Open the mobile website, click on the forum, and see the eye-catching headline as soon as you enter.

  【Zhao Zhen's illegitimate son】

  【Bu Si Divorce】

  The following are some articles written by media reporters.

   Plus some spectators.

   "Isn't this more interesting than watching a TV show?"

   "Sure enough, TV dramas come from life."

   "So why did Zhao Zhen faint because of his allergies? Blindly guess whether Bu Si knew about Zhao Zhen's cheating and wanted to poison him. Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhen went back to find Jiang Yi, and something happened on Jiang Yi's site."

   "Upstairs + 1."

   "After all, there are not many people who know what he is allergic to. Jiang Yi has no motive."

   "Is this really a coincidence? I don't believe it."

  In an instant, all public opinion was directed towards Bu Si, and Jiang Yi was forcibly whitewashed.

  Everyone believed that Bu Si was the real murderer and Jiang Yi was the victim.

  Zhao Ying looked at the comment area and swears angrily.

   The driver was so frightened that the steering wheel shook.

   "Go to Jiang Fu."

  It's noon, it's time to eat.

  Zhao Ying approached the door angrily. As soon as she stepped into the company, she saw Ai Hao who resigned not long ago.

   "Why are you here?"

Ai Hao is not a native of the capital, but his family is also one of the leading figures in other provincial capitals. His family is rich, and he came to work purely to experience life. When he was in Jiang Yi's hands in the early years, he wanted to resign and go back to inherit the family property. Later, he felt that The working atmosphere is good so stay here.

  Zhao Ying can trample on others, but he may not be able to trample on him, after all, this person is really not short of money.

   "I want to eat, miss."

   "I can't make any money following you, and I can't even pay the rent. Why don't you let me change jobs?"

  Ai Hao leaned against the door, looked at Zhao Ying and went back directly.

   "I don't feel like you. I can't earn money from work and have someone to support me at home."

"you--."

  Zhao Ying was so angry that she stared at him angrily.

   "Yo~ here comes the nobleman!"

  Zhao Ying was about to go up and tear Ai Hao apart, when a lazy voice from the railing on the second floor directly interrupted her movement.

   Looking up, it's not who Jiang Yi is.

  The warm light above the head came down, and the woman leaned on the railing with both hands and looked at her with a playful smile.

  In Zhao Ying's mind, a figure of a person coincided with it.

  In the reception room, just as Wen Sirui brought a cup of tea, Zhao Ying picked up the cup and poured it directly towards Jiang Yi.

  Jiang Yi quickly picked up the folder next to him and slapped back the water splashed out of the air, splashing Zhao Ying all over.

  People squatting at the door to watch the show saw this scene, and they all fell asleep.

  Si Han stared at Jiang Yi, almost throwing himself to the ground.

   "Miss Zhao is educated like this?" Pa—Jiang Yi reached out and threw the water-stained folder on the table.

   "Did you do it?" Zhao Ying stared at Jiang Yi coldly, with anger all over his body.

  Jiang Yi tilted her head, as if she didn't understand what she was talking about: "What did I do? Ms. Zhao has such a big face, she just asked questions when she came up."

   "My dad had an accident on your site, did you do it?"

  Zhao Ying threw out the topic.

   And people in the negotiation field are more or less cautious.

   She throws diamonds at her, but Jiang Yi doesn't necessarily want to answer.

  Those who watched the scene secretly outside the house saw Jiang Yi bent over and took out a few paper towels from the coffee table, wiped the water stains on the back of his hands, and said in a light tone: "Have you brought a recording pen? Do you want to talk to me?"

   "Zhao Ying, are you the only one who is smart? Everyone is an idiot? You ran all the way to my territory to show off your power and want me to cooperate with you in the performance? You are really embarrassing with your naked buttocks spinning around in circles."

  As soon as Jiang Yi’s words hit the ground,

  An exclamation sounded at the door.

   "Bringing a recorder? Is it so bad?" Sihan murmured in a low voice.

  Ai Hao was quite calm: "Normal."

   Probably because I’ve been in this venue for a long time, I’m used to it.

   "Is this normal? If it wasn't for my brains, I would definitely not be able to do such a thing."

  Sihan said that he could not understand.

  The most incomprehensible thing is that Zhao Ying, a person with a low IQ, dares to come to Jiang Yi, a person with 800 hearts, to show off his might.

  In the reception room, Jiang Yi stared at Zhao Ying.

  Zhao Ying pursed her lips lightly, then, as if thinking of something, she sneered, nodded, and walked towards Jiang Yi step by step: "You also have close relatives, right? Yi Tian? Or Zou Yin?"

   "I can't touch you, can't I touch them?"

  Zhao Ying stood in front of Jiang Yi, her eyes were only threatening.

  Jiang Yi still didn't change his face, and only two people could hear his deep voice: "If I were you,

  I have long since found a hole in the ground to hide, men and men can’t get it, my career is not going well, and my family is broken, what’s the matter? Want to find a sense of presence in me? Do you believe it or not? You go out with the front foot, and I can send the video of you showing off your might to the media with the back foot. Have you ever tasted the feeling of being stepped on by thousands of people? "

   "Try?"

  Zhao Ying stretched out her hand to push Jiang Yi away, but Jiang Yi grabbed her wrist and threw her directly onto the sofa.

   Immediately, he reached out his hand to take out the recording pen from Zhao Ying's pocket, and threw it outside the door with a bang. The people watching the theater outside the door quickly picked up the recording pen.

   I was afraid that if I moved too slowly, Zhao Ying would **** her back.

   "What happened?" A man's mellow voice sounded behind everyone in the corridor.

   Everyone looked back, only to see Fu Xiting standing behind him in formal attire.

   Followed by Guo Siqing, the undefeated **** of war in the legal circle of the capital.

  When everyone saw Fu Xiting, they unconsciously tensed up, feeling that it would be offensive to take a second look.

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  (end of this chapter)