MTL - Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated-Chapter 291 292: What do you think is the relationship between Shiyue and Fu Xiting?
Chapter 291 292 What do you think is the relationship between Shiyue and Fu Xiting?
Others are others, and you are yourself.
Knowing that Fu Xiting is quite interested in Meng Shu's matter, she still rushes to be a lobbyist? In a hurry to touch the mold?
Zhou Wentang's goal has not been achieved today. What he didn't expect was that Jiang Yi's personality was inexplicably similar to Fu Xiting's. The old man always said that when looking for a wife or husband, one must find someone with the opposite personality to his own, otherwise it will be bad for the family and school. Harmony, and this Fu Xiting and Jiang Yi! Their personalities are extremely similar, the only difference is that they were born by a mother.
Zhou Wentang looked sideways at Jiang Yi with a nonchalant expression, his lazy look almost pulling his hair and saying that I was tired and sent him away.
When did Zhou Wentang receive such treatment?
Not only the whole country, but also the whole world!
But this Jiang Yi is really a character, the disgust in his whole body is almost overflowing, that kind of lazy and careless posture almost waved him down.
Zhou Wentang rubbed his fingertips, and the atmosphere in the car was once gloomy.
At the end of August of this year, Zhou Wentang met Jiang Ze in the presidential palace. When the capital Qingliu and Lin Qinghe were waiting in the gate, he sighed. The capital is a big dyeing vat after all. Bow down to rights.
Then again and again, sooner or later.
Now, with such a good opportunity in front of her eyes, Jiang Yi just doesn't accept it, and even pushes the hand extended by Your Excellency. From this point of view, she doesn't necessarily know about Jiang Ze's affairs.
How many people wish for such a good opportunity?
And what about Jiang Yi?
Shut out.
"Isn't Mrs. Fu curious about the relationship between Director Fu and Your Excellency?"
Zhou Wentang tested Jiang Yi. If Fu Xiting had told her about it, it would prove that Jiang Yi still held some weight in Fu Xiting's heart. If he hadn't told her—he naturally didn't have to be so polite to others.
How could Jiang Yi fail to see what Zhou Wentang meant.
Looking back at Zhou Wentang, his tone was tepid: "Secretary Zhou is testing me?"
"Mrs. Fu misunderstood," Zhou Wentang was taken aback, and he had a little more high opinion of the girl who was rumored to be unable to get on the lintel.
Fu Xiting married Jiang Yi, he knew about it.
At that time, Your Excellency planned to introduce the daughter of the next heir to Fu Xiting.
The wealthy family, the noble family, is an existence that the ordinary wealthy nieces in the capital cannot touch.
Such a person is more than enough to be the wife of the richest man.
But for Fu Xiting, one disadvantage is that it is difficult to control.
Once he accepts your "good intentions", it means that Dongting Group will change from private property to half of public property.
means that half of one's country will be handed over to others.
As smart as Fu Xiting, how could he not know all this?
There are policies on the top, countermeasures on the bottom, and if you have ideas, Fu Xiting will take action.
Before your idea was put into action, Fu Xiting found the daughter of the most inconspicuous and contemptuous family among the rich and powerful in the capital and got engaged. Holding an engagement banquet, I can't wait for the global media to know that Fu Xiting has a fiancée.
There is such a good story in the capital so far, the first meeting is a stranger, and the second meeting is an unmarried couple.
And got engaged within a month and got married again.
The speed is astonishingly fast, and some people once suspected that Jiang Yi dribbled the ball to get married, otherwise why is it so hasty?
"Is it a misunderstanding, Secretary Zhou should know better than me," Jiang Yi sarcastically said with a half-smile.
Zhou Wentang sneered, and his shallow laughter covered up his own embarrassment: "Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, Mrs. Fu should be able to understand it?"
"Understanding is not the same as support. Secretary Zhou should have heard this sentence?"
When Jiang Yi said these words, Zhou Wentang's hand froze, understanding did not mean supporting this sentence—it was his famous saying.
I have been in this position for a long time, and many people come to me to talk to me and accommodate me. He understands anyone’s complaints, but supports?
Not necessarily.
What people in this position need is not support, but genuine ability.
"Where did Mrs. Fu hear this sentence?"
When Jiang Yi finished saying this, she regretted it a little. The habits of her previous life were deeply rooted in her bones. When she spoke, she might be suspicious of someone she once knew.
This incident happened repeatedly.
Facing Zhou Wentang's question, Jiang Yi tilted his head with a smile that was not a smile: "I have read a lot of books, met a lot of people, and heard a lot of words. If Secretary Zhou wants me to think about it, I can only say A word of apology."
Zhou Wentang was slightly taken aback.
Jiang Yi has a rich and lazy feeling that has been nourished. He hadn't seen this kind of temperament when he first met her.
How long has it been?
This deep-rooted laziness and laziness have already penetrated deep.
The power of money?
Or the power of love?
Comparing the two, he is more willing to believe the former, Fu Xiting!
It doesn't look like a man who will give people love wholeheartedly.
Before Zhou Wentang and Jiang Yi could figure out what to do, they saw Fu Xiting strolling out from the door of the tea room.
Jiang Yi saw Fu Xiting's figure through the windshield, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and his eyes fell on Zhou Wentang: "Secretary Zhou?"
This soft call with a bit of inquiry has a little deep meaning.
Zhou Wentang followed Jiang Yi's gaze and saw Fu Xiting strolling out of the teahouse door with a cigarette in his hand. The man held a cigarette in his right hand and a suit jacket on his left arm. His shirt sleeves were pushed up high. Suddenly, Fu Xiting came out against the scorching sun.
Fang Chi saw it from the side, and hurried over and took an umbrella from the trunk, as if wanting to shade Fu Xiting from the sun, the man reached out to push aside the parasol Fang Chi handed over, and handed him the suit jacket between his arms.
The tone is mild: "Where is the wife?"
Fang Chi responded with an umbrella: "In the car, Secretary Zhou is also here."
Hearing Zhou Wentang's name, Fu Xiting took his hand from his lips and paused.
Immediately, the man's face was cold, and he accelerated on his feet, heading towards the car parked beside him.
Zhou Wentang in the car saw Fu Xiting's menacing aura and knew that Fu Xiting had come to settle accounts with him.
He was sensible, he opened the car door and got out of the car, standing beside the car and looking at Fu Xiting who was walking over.
Greeted politely: "Boss Fu."
"Zhou Wentang," Fu Xiting yelled while holding a cigarette.
Zhou Wentang Wenwen responded: "Fu Dong."
"Life is alive, the most important thing is self-knowledge. Even if my lover is born in a humble place, you can't get your hands on it."
Of course Zhou Wentang could tell that Fu Xiting was warning him, he still responded with a smile, and said respectfully: "I understand."
No matter from which point of view, I am not Fu Xiting's opponent.
Whether it is family affection or value.
This man is always above himself.
The man narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, Zhou Wentang and his understanding, took a step back and bent to open the car door for Fu Xiting: "Director Fu."
In the car, Jiang Yi didn't hear what the two of them were talking about.
But judging from the situation, he knew that Fu Xiting was crushing Zhou Wentang.
Fu Xiting boarded the car, bringing waves of heat.
"Are you done talking?"
"What did Zhou Wentang tell you?"
The two spoke in unison, and they cared about each other.
"Nothing to talk about," Jiang Yi certainly wouldn't be so stupid as to say what Zhou Wentang said.
She can't control the matter between Fu Xiting and Meng Shu.
She is also unwilling to intervene in this matter. If Meng Shu is a mother who only cares about her children, she can still act as a middleman to persuade her, but Meng Shu is not.
Don't say that he is wholeheartedly for the children, not even the word kindness.
Jiang Yi didn't want to talk about this topic, nor did he want to go into details, so he changed the topic after saying something when he was hungry.
At noon that day, Lin Qinghe was out for a party. He had just sat down at the wine table and greeted people, and before he got to the point, the door of the box was pushed open. Ten envelopes, the waiter told him someone had sent him in, but he didn't know who.
About thinking about whose prank it was, the people at the dining table casually picked up the envelope and opened it while muttering: "I want to see who it is that made such a fuss——"
The words of the smile came to an abrupt end.
The man looked at the contents of the envelope, and the smile on his face froze.
Then, he looked nervously at the person who also opened the envelope, and when his eyes met, embarrassment almost overflowed
.
"What good thing? It made the two of you look at each other?" Lin Qinghe became interested, and reached out to get the envelope as he spoke.
At first, the person holding the envelope stuffed the thing back, then threw it back on the tray with a huff: "It's boring, I thought it was something? It turned out to be a menu, so what's the point of making it weird."
Lin Qinghe slowly withdrew his outstretched hand, and teased with a smile: "These days, the store doesn't come out with fresh items, how can the business continue?"
"Too."
Someone laughed and echoed.
On this table, if the position is high, it has to be Lin Qinghe.
The people at this table are sitting around him.
From inside to outside, the whole table is holding him.
In the gap, someone left the dining table to go to the bathroom, and the two people who opened the envelope in the corridor complained to each other: "What the hell, what you just saw is the same as what I saw?"
The latter nodded: "It should be."
"Whose prank? Isn't it intended to kill people?"
"I'm more worried about whether this matter is true than whose prank it is."
"What if?"
The man pursed his lips. Everyone knew that Lin Qinghe's mother-in-law's family had a very high status.
He can stand in this position all these years without the help of his mother-in-law,
If this is true—it’s hard to say.
Let's look at that girl, she looks like a college student who hasn't left school.
The circle is big, and there are all kinds of weird birds, and these birds are flying around, which may harm innocent people.
When the two went out of the bathroom, they saw someone in the corridor aisle talking about something with zinc powder. The two took a look, and they were absolutely sure that it was definitely not a menu.
On the way back to the box, they casually tore two menus from the food delivery table, and then picked up an envelope that someone else had dropped on the ground and stuffed the menus into it.
Pretending that what they saw was indeed a menu.
Entering the box, Lin Qinghe saw the two of them coming in with menus, and laughed: "Why did you bring them in again?"
"The waiter insisted on giving it to us, probably because he wanted to promote it, so there is no way," the two said, throwing things on the table casually.
Someone saw it and teased with a smile: "This waiter is really unprofessional, he didn't even know there were shoe prints on the envelope."
The man looked at the dirty envelope, and snorted: "I don't blame you, I didn't pick it up when it was handed to me, and it fell on the floor."
After the entertainment was over, a group of people left the box. Lin Qinghe was in front. When they walked to the corridor, they faintly felt that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes.
And the joints are pointing at each other's ears.
That kind of look, as if he did something outrageous.
Lin Qinghe's puzzled eyes fell on the secretary.
The secretary understood in an instant, left the crowd, walked quickly to the side, and said something to that person.
The other party reluctantly handed over the things in his hands.
He reached out to take the envelope and opened it, and suddenly saw a **** photo of Lin Qinghe and a female college student inside. Of course, he had seen this female college student before. The leader met a girl when he was out socializing. debauchery.
The two became acquainted as soon as they came and went, and Lin Qinghe would bring her with him when he attended many occasions.
Recently older people are more likely to have some particular quirks.
Some people can't accept some special hobbies, but some people can accept them, and Lin Qinghe will definitely find someone who can accept them to cultivate her into his own sharp sword.
But what I really didn't expect was that this sharp sword had already been sharpened, and it was taken away by someone before it was sheathed.
The secretary's face was ugly, and he glanced back at Lin Qinghe who was standing behind him. He didn't know what to say for a while, after all, there were so many leaders standing beside him.
Just walked over and handed things to him.
Lin Qinghe took a look.
His complexion instantly darkened.
The person standing behind him was unknown for a while, so they looked at each other in blank dismay.
Someone asked out of kindness.
And Lin Qinghe only responded to him with silence.
"Let's go first," the secretary realized that the situation was wrong, so he moved first.
Getting into the car, Lin Qinghe took the **** photo out of the envelope.
Then I saw his resume printed on the back, who is his name, which department he is in, and how old is he? How the life course is written clearly.
"Asshole," Lin Qinghe said angrily, throwing the photo in his hand to the ground.
"Go and find out who did it."
"Where did this photo go?"
Lin Qinghe trembled with anger, his face turned pale.
Right after venting his anger, he received a call from that girl.
He was only heard tremblingly calling him Mr. Lin.
"Someone posted photos of you and me on our school's forum, what should I do? The school leaders are now looking for me to talk."
What is this called?
The leak in the house happens to be raining overnight, Lin Qinghe still doesn't have a clear idea of what happened.
The other party called, which immediately made him panic.
"Understood, you go abroad to avoid the limelight first, and leave immediately, I will arrange for it."
After Lin Qinghe finished speaking, he glanced at the secretary. The secretary understood that if this matter turned out to be too ugly, then this girl must be the opponent's breakthrough point. Keeping him by his side is really a ticking time bomb.
The capital has never been short of people who make waves. As long as you give them some trouble, they can uproot the whole thing, and Jiang Yi took this opportunity.
gave them a painful blow.
A stone thrown into the calm sea, how much ripples it can cause, depends on how capable these melon-eating people are. yes.
Yu Garden.
Jiang Yi stood in the study with a cup of coffee in his hand and a mobile phone in the other hand, browsing the school's official forum. Seeing the turmoil in the school's official forum, the smile on his lips never faded.
Outside the house, the sun is shining brightly.
The thirty-eight-nine-degree sky scorched the trees in the woods.
Inside the room, the air-conditioning hit Jiang Yi's back.
The person standing by the window with a cup of coffee felt a chill coming over her, and she couldn't stand for a while, so she turned and walked to the desk.
Pick up the photo on the desktop and look at it carefully.
Power, money and reputation, no matter which one is enough to make people fall.
An ambitious female college student who has never left school.
If you want something, you will naturally get it through certain means.
This afternoon, when Wen Sirui entered Jiang Yi's study room, she saw a cigarette dangling from her lips, and she lit a photo with a lighter, and watched the flame ignite before his eyes until the flame almost reached his fingertips Only then did she slowly put the broken photo into the ashtray, watching the flames completely engulf them.
"Shiyue sent a lot of afternoon tea to the company today. When the takeaway was delivered, we said you were not here and confiscated it."
Wen Sirui stood aside and reported to Jiang Yi.
Jiang Yi frowned upon hearing Sirui's name.
Looking sideways at Wen Sirui, the latter understood and reached out to close the door.
"What do you think is the relationship between Shiyue and Fu Xiting?"
What will be the relationship?
She never thought about it.
Or he always thought that Director Fu would not be the kind of person who goes out to flirt.
Up to now, Wen Sirui still thinks so: "It seems that Director Fu is not a person whose private life is not clean."
Jiang Yien made a sound, and responded casually: "I didn't say that his private life is not clean, I just asked you what kind of relationship you think the two of them will have."
"It shouldn't matter. Could it be that you are thinking too much? Director Fu doesn't seem to be a person who goes around everywhere."
It is not that Wen Sirui has heard rumors about Fu Xiting in the mall. Those men only praised Fu Xiting, but did not belittle him. They praised him for being in a high position, but they remained completely still.
At that time at the dinner table, everyone drank too much. When talking about this motionless, it sounded very charming.
"and you?"
"He doesn't go out to flirt with women, but it doesn't mean that those flowers don't come to provoke him. At this time, Yue and Fu Xiting must not be the simple relationship you and I thought."
Jiang Yi said this for sure.
Even though she didn't see what happened between Fu Xiting and Shiyue with her own eyes, her intuition between women told her that things were not simple.
"Didn't Brother Qian go to investigate? Did you find out anything?"
"It's hard to check, Fu Xiting is good at erasing traces."
(end of this chapter)
