MTL - Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated-Chapter 387 386: Obtain the certificate before the meeting

  Chapter 387 386 Obtain the certificate before the meeting

   "Fu Xiting," when did Meng Qian suffer this kind of grievance.

   has always been the object of admiration by thousands of people.

  Today, he was pressed to the ground by his own nephew to grind.

   That's all, he still wants him to be a puppet?

   "Go ahead and shout."

  The man turned around, went back to the chair by the window and sat down.

  Crossing Erlang's legs, his posture is as proud as a peacock just waking up.

  Qian Xingzhi stepped on Meng Qian's back, forcing him to lie on the ground unable to move.

  The latter lay on the ground and looked up at Fu Xiting, gnashing his teeth, with uncontrollable anger flashing in his eyes: "Nonsense."

  Fu Xiting tilted his head slightly, looked at Qian Xingzhi behind him, and the latter understood, and stepped on Meng Qian's head.

   "The truth that people have to bow their heads under the eaves, does uncle still need me, a junior, to teach?"

   "You don't have to think that someone will rescue you, your guards and your secretary-general are not there."

   "You said you can't bring outsiders into the arena, and the surname Li arranged all of this. It's your idea, isn't it?"

  Fu Xiting smiled: "Yes, what can you do to me?"

   "The way of heaven is full of bogey, and the hexagram is not in the end. Uncle, you are all thanks to yourself to this day!"

"You don't have much time, should you be my puppet and continue to sit in this position and enjoy your current glory and wealth, or should I put the video on the big screen in the banquet hall downstairs now, and I count dozens of , if you don’t make a choice, I’ll take it as your second choice.”

   "Fu Xiting, your mother is right. You are worthy of being alone in this life. No one can compare to you in this position. Sooner or later, you will be a homeless ghost."

   "Ten," Fu Xiting's thin lips moved slightly.

   "Is your mother sick? You see, the Fu family will lose all children and grandchildren when you come here."

   "Nine," the man was unmoved.

   "You are a nemesis."

"eight"

   "If I were you."

   "I know uncle's answer," Fu Xiting said, and threw the USB flash drive in his hand to Qian Xingzhi, who caught it and took the things to the door.

  In an instant, reason collapsed, and dignity shattered to the ground.

  Meng Qian quickly got up and grabbed Qian Xingzhi's arm, and the latter threw him away almost reflexively.

  Fu Xiting looked at him with a smile on his lips, as if watching a joke.

  Waiting for Meng Qian, the controller, to become his own little by little.

  Downstairs in the banquet hall, Jiang Yi's mood was tense, and the little guy in his stomach might have felt it, and he moved frequently.

  There are many people in the venue, and she is not easy to appease.

  Walking away with champagne, Wen Ziqi was not seen, but Meng Yao.

  Seeing her uneasy expression, the latter walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

   "What about Wen Ziqi?"

   "It's outside and hasn't come up yet. Meng Qian has many guards with him when he goes out and needs to be controlled. Mr. Fu upstairs can't solve it, and the people below can't leave."

  At this moment, the parking lot is another scene.

  The guards brought by Meng Qian were surrounded by layers of guards, intending to rush out, but the other party was Fu Xiting's people.

  There have been various rumors in the capital recently, and no one knows the specific situation.

  If Fu Xiting and Meng Qian have a harmonious relationship, if they rush out, they will die.

   While tensing, a sound came from Wen Ziqi's ears.

   Glancing at the person beside him, the latter understood and took a step back.

   Seeing the crowd disperse, the guards headed for the banquet hall upstairs.

   Pushing open the door hastily, what he saw suddenly was Meng Qian standing in the crowd.

  The guard stood at the door, looking at each other.

   Being extremely sensible, he closed the door and backed out.

  When Su Xin woke up, the banquet had already ended.

  In the hotel room, there was smoke.

  Meng Qian sat on the sofa in the room and smoked one cigarette after another.

  She rubbed her head and sat up, suddenly seeing herself lying naked on the bed, startled: "What's wrong with my clothes?"

  Meng Qian sneered, and lit some ash on the ashtray: "Are you asking me?"

   "What do you mean by being weird?"

  Meng Qian squinted at Su Xin: "The Hong Kong businessman is fake, and today's banquet is also fake. All of this is a trap set by Fu Xiting, and I'm just waiting for you and me to get in. As for your clothes—you can see for yourself."

   Meng Qian threw the photo in his hand to her, and Su Xin picked it up.

  When his eyes fell on the photo, his whole body was icy cold, and he was shocked to realize that he fell on Meng Qian again: "What's going on?"

   "It means what you see."

   "How could I be like Su Sheng——."

   "I know, get dressed," Meng Qian was obviously not in the mood to talk to her about what happened.

   Instead of appeasing Su Xin, what he thinks about now is how many Fu Xiting people around him.

  If there is no supporter, how can he set up a game so perfectly, without any flaws?

  Meng Qian walked to the door, looked at Su Xin and reminded: "I will give you a week to deal with Su Sheng and Shiyue."

  When Meng Qian saw these two people now, he could think of the chaotic scene.

  In the early morning of February 15th, Shiyue was woken up by a basin of cold water while sleeping.

  Like a drowning person opening his eyes in panic, what he sees is Su Xin's cold and angry face.

   "What does Mrs. Meng mean?"

  Su Xin stretched out her hand, and the person beside her handed her the prepared ticket knowingly, and threw the ticket on Shiyue's face with her backhand: "Tonight's flight."

"what's going on?"

   "You don't need to know what happened, Miss Shi, if you don't want your life to end here, I advise you to be obedient."

  After Su Xin finished speaking, her contemptuous eyes slowly swept over her.

  That feeling, how should I say it?

   It seems that Shiyue is an insignificant ant.

   If you want to trample to death, you will trample to death.

   Seeing Su Xin leaving, Shiyue wanted to catch up. Su Xin was her bargaining chip to gain a firm foothold in the capital. Without her, it would be difficult for her to move forward in the capital.

  After going through writing, she finally reached the peak, how could she let it slip away in vain?

   No, no, she will never let this happen.

  As soon as she lifted the quilt and saw her naked body, a string in her mind suddenly tensed up. Adults know what happened.

   Besides—she is an adult who has experienced many men.

  Shiyue's heart trembled slightly, and she watched Su Xin leave while wrapped in a quilt.

   Almost instantly, she rushed to the bathroom mirror and looked at her body.

   Tried to see something in the minutiae, but apparently—nothing.

  There is no slight discomfort on my body.

  February 14, 2012, was the end of a stage for Fu Xiting and his wife.

  The next day at dawn, some people ran for their lives.

  Someone was messing with the house and looking for things all over the house.

  Since the beginning of Jiang Yi's pregnancy, Fu Xiting's already gentle voice has softened a bit, and it has been a long time since such a thing happened loudly.

   Calling people by their first names is even worse.

  But this day, the first thing Mr. Fu did when he got up in the morning was to search for things all over the house, from the bedroom to the study.

  From the study to the bedroom.

  Turning around several times in this way, he stood at the railing on the second floor and shouted loudly, "Jiang Yi, where is your ID card?"

   This loud cry made people tremble all over the floor when they got up and didn't even change their pajamas.

  The little guy in his stomach played Tai Chi.

  Jiang Yi held the cup in one hand, stroked his stomach with the other, and drank it back in displeasure: "What are you shouting about?"

   "I have a meeting at ten o'clock, I went to get my card before the meeting."

   Mr. Fu's hurried appearance is really embarrassing.

  When Yi Tian heard this, his teasing eyes fell on Jiang Yi.

   "What's the rush, can I still run away?"

  Fu Xiting refused to obey, stepped downstairs, and the words flowed: "I don't worry if you take care of me."

  “Marriage certificate is the affirmation of marriage given by law.”

  Jiang Yi took a sip of water, and choked back angrily: "Even if our relationship during this time has not been affirmed by the law, you are still unimpeded, and you are still killing people?"

   "Yiyi," Yi Tian felt that her words were neither serious nor serious, so he frowned and shouted.

  Jiang Yi pursed her lips, glanced at Fu Xiting, raised her hand to touch the cat squatting on the dining table, and muttered softly: "It was."

  In the early morning of this day, Zhou Wentang was invited into the office by Meng Qian.

  The moment the office door closed, Meng Qian threw the ornaments on his desk and hit him on the shoulder. In an instant, Meng Qian's angry voice came out: "That's how you do things?"

   "This is your ability as the Secretary-General?"

  The latter bowed his head respectfully and apologized as before.

   "Sorry? Sorry? Sorry can save everything?" The gradually rising tone in the office made everyone outside shrink their necks.

   Don't dare to spy half a point.

   It's a trivial matter to scold and scold. A person like Meng Qian can do anything for profit.

   It was an hour before Zhou Wentang came out of the office again.

  He closed the door and went out, just as Fu Xiting brought someone in.

   Fu Xiting is probably the only person who can walk in here in such a grand manner.

  The two looked at each other, and Fu Xiting's eyes fell on Zhou Wentang's wet and tea-stained clothes.

   Probably guessed what happened before he came.

   Reached out his hand and took out the handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to him.

  But the latter refused softly: "Thank you, no need."

  Fu Xiting's outstretched hand froze in the air, turned around and looked back at Zhou Wentang's straight back, and left his sight.

  Guan Qing stood behind, watching the actions of the two.

  Thinking of Zhou Wentang, it is pitiful.

   Fu Dong is a person who has entered into karma and obtained karma.

  However, Zhou Wentang entered the cause and effect, but did not get the cause and effect.

  The house full of portraits and various newspapers carried the emotions that he hadn't had time to vent.

   Looking back, I learned that Jiang Fu was still alive.

  But this kind of living as someone else and already a wife is more terrifying than knowing that she is dead.

  People's thoughts go to hell.

   If you climb out of **** again, you will not be able to go to heaven.

  Guan Qing looked away slowly, and called softly: "Sir."

  Fu Xiting squeezed the handkerchief in his hand, and put the things into his pocket.

  Push open the door of Meng Qian's office and step in.

   "Didn't I tell you to go away?" Meng Qian's anger hadn't subsided, if he hadn't thought that Zhou Wentang would have a meeting in the afternoon.

   Definitely won't just let him go.

   He shouted angrily, only to get a sneer.

  Meng Qian raised his eyes, but saw Fu Xiting standing at the door, suddenly - alert.

   "What are you doing here?"

   "Of course I came to set rules for Mr. Meng. Could it be that I came to drink tea with you, the defeated general?"

  He is not so leisurely and elegant.

  Even if there is leisure and elegance, it will not be used on Meng Qian.

   In the struggle of this world, money has never lost.

  Furious, Meng Qian walked towards Fu Xiting, raised his head and warned him: "Don't forget whose territory you are in now."

  Fu Xiting smiled instead of anger, and stretched out his hand to straighten Meng Qian's collar: "Then don't forget, I can send a copy of what I have in my hand to everyone in your office."

  Just one sentence, let Meng Qian die.

  He is like a struggling fish.

  Being controlled by Fu Xiting, he can't die, and can't jump out.

  Is Meng Qian willing?

  Naturally, I was not reconciled. After being a swordsman for so many years, I suddenly became a fish. This feeling is like going directly from heaven to hell.

   On this day, Fu Xiting left.

  Meng Qian found Meng Shu.

  The person standing at the door of the villa was stopped by Wen Qi, but Meng Qian wouldn't eat it if the door was closed.

  The villa door was forcibly pushed open, Wen Xi watched Meng Qian barge in helplessly.

   Thinking that the countdown will end in ten days, with my speed, I probably won’t be able to finish it——

   I like Zhou Wentang,

  (end of this chapter)