MTL - Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated-Chapter 32 0: Leg numb

  Chapter 32 032: The legs are numb

  Capital University is a world-class institution of higher learning.

   Exporting all kinds of talents to the world, a place that is well-known all over the world is now covered with a layer of scandal.

The speeches of the wealthy businessmen in the capital made a mess, and instantly spread throughout the streets and alleys of the capital. Police, lawyers, and people from the public relations department of Dongting Group entered the principal's office in waves, and then left in waves, staggering. There is no gap.

   At this time, in the police station, the police sat in front of the rioters, and there was a silent confrontation.

   "Did someone ask you to do this?"

"No."

  Pa——The policeman slapped the table with a slap: "Tell the truth."

   "You asked a thousand times and ten thousand times, and it didn't work," the man leaned back on the chair. In the old man's words, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

Guan Qing stared at him, looked him up and down, inside and out, finally, his eyes fell on his shoes, a pair of white sneakers, full of dust, and the leather uppers were cracked, the shoes The side is also glued.

  Guan Qing's eyes moved up slowly, and landed on the man's face, and said with a faint smile, "Is someone in your family hospitalized?"

  The man trembled all over, but quickly returned to normal: "I don't know what you're talking about."

   "Really?" Guan Qing smiled, stretched out his hand to touch his pocket, then seemed to remember something, and looked at the policeman: "Can I smoke a cigarette here?"

Of course the police agreed, they had heard about the reputation of Fu Xiting, the rich man in the capital, and this matter caused a lot of uproar, which could be said to have attracted the attention of the whole city. What they found they didn't find a clue.

  Who dares to ask too much of him right now, just wishing to solve the case quickly.

"You smell of disinfectant on your body." Guan Qing lit a cigarette, raised his hand and took a puff: "Although you have cleaned up your clothes in a serious way, your shoes betrayed you. The traces on it are not something that can be made out of ordinary things."

   "Lack of money? Someone gave you a huge amount of money to order you to do it?"

   "I don't know what you're talking about," the man was still as steady as a mountain, with a very strong mentality.

   "It's fine if I don't know, but if I find out, the person in the hospital will probably die."

  Guan Qing sneered, reached out and lit a cigarette ash in the ashtray on the table.

  His naked threat.

   And this person is still unmoved.

  In the afternoon, Guan Qing returned to the company.

  Fu Xiting just came out of the conference room after meeting with foreign businessmen.

   "Director Fu, the perpetrator's mouth is very hard, and he can't pry it open. He has sent someone to send his network."

  Fu Xi Tingen said: "Find out as soon as possible."

   "The principal said he wanted to apologize to you in person," Guan Qing said again.

   "No need, it's not his problem."

   "Where's Jiang Yi?"

  Fu Xiting just finished answering Guan Qing's words and suddenly remembered the existence of Jiang Yi.

  Guan Qing was puzzled: "Miss Jiang? I don't know."

  He just came back from work and didn't know about Jiang Yi's existence.

   "Let Zhuang Jing in."

   "Where's Miss Jiang?"

   "Miss Jiang has been in the reception room all the time."

  Zhuang Jing only received Jiang Yi at the beginning, and never saw him again. Although she said at the beginning that it would be fine for Ms. Jiang to call her if she had any needs, but she seemed to have no needs.

  Jiang Yi stayed in Fu Xiting's private reception room for a full four hours before Fu Xiting remembered her existence.

  Fu Xiting stood at the door of the reception room. Before he opened the door to enter, he saw Jiang Yi laying out the book on the coffee table, squatting in front of the book and fascinated by it.

  Fu Xiting thought for a while, then raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Have you got a meal yet?"

  Jiang Yi looked up at Fu Xiting who was standing at the door. The black suit on the man had long since disappeared, leaving only a white shirt.

"No."

  Fu Xiting glanced at the time, it was almost past.

   It is estimated that the secretary office is too busy to forget the existence of Jiang Yi.

   "Let's go!"

  Fu Xiting didn't say much, turned around and went to the office to get his coat and came out to see Jiang Yi still squatting in front of the coffee table.

   "Don't want to eat? Still haven't finished watching?"

   "Neither," Jiang Yi shook his head.

   "What is that?" Fu Xiting asked more than ever.

  What about Jiang Yi?

   Probably because she felt a little embarrassed that she didn't like Fu Xiting so much.

   But at this time, facing Fu Xiting's question, she had no choice but to answer.

  So, Jiang Yi sighed: "The legs are numb."

  Fu Xiting:

  The man was silent for a moment, then walked in.

  stretched out a hand to Jiang Yi.

  Jiang Yi looked at the palm he handed over, and was silent.

   seems to be thinking about whether to hand over his palm.

   Fu Xiting has always been an extremely patient hunter.

  He never worried that the fish would not take the bait.

   And what about Jiang Yi?

  I don't know why I have this kind of thinking.

  If it was Jiang Yi in the past, she would not have such a deep sense of morality. As long as this person can help her solve the current dilemma, this person is her god, and the short-lived **** is also a god.

  After turning around, stab each other with knives? She will not hesitate at all.

  The two sides were silent, their eyes met, and after a while, Jiang Yi passed his hand over.

  Fu Xiting pulled her up.

  In the canteen of Dongting Group, there is a box specially opened for Fu Xiting.

  The two had a light meal inside.

   "Fang Chi will take you to a styling studio in a while, and I will pick you up at six o'clock."

   "Does it take that long?" Jiang Yi asked.

  Fu Xiting smiled faintly: "Do you know the story of your parents?"

"It is rumored that Mr. Jiang strongly opposed your parents' marriage at the beginning, and your father came out to marry your mother to set up his own family. In the early years, there was a saying in the capital that your mother was a Wu Nong woman from the south of the Yangtze River. seductive, "

   "The earliest school belle of Capital University also came from your mother. Ms. Jiang will look at herself again."

  Fu Xiting's words were sarcasmous, probably meaning that she is not worthy to be the daughter of the school belle.

   Just like a plain face, a pair of canvas shoes walks the world.

   Or, mocking her for being untidy, in short, no matter what it is, it is not a good thing to say.

   "Mr. Fu still knows a lot about my family."

  Fu Xiting hooked the corners of his lips, and instead of answering Jiang Yi's question directly, he called Fang Chi in instead.

   Then, he turned and left.

  There are only a few well-known styling studios in the capital.

  What Jiang Yi didn't expect was that the house Fu Xiting mentioned was a place she often went to.

  As soon as you walk in, you will feel a sense of familiarity.

  The more she walked into a familiar environment, the stronger the feeling of wanting to know the truth.

  Extrinsic drives forced her to seek the truth frantically.

   "Vivian's guest, please let me know," Fang Chi reported the director's name as soon as he entered.

  (end of this chapter)