Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated

  Chapter 262 263 Hours and months

  Jiang Yi was carried into the bedroom by Fu Xiting in a coma,

  The man put her on the bed, his eyes fell on the hickey on her neck, and he couldn't bear it.

  After regaining his sanity, Fu Xiting's mind was full of Jiang Yi's no|no.

  The man stayed by the bed for a long time, and stretched out his hand to gently cover Jiang Yi with the quilt.

   Call Suxin to take care of her.

   At 2:30 in the morning, I personally drove out of Yu Garden.

  Yu Garden is tens of kilometers away from the manor. Fu Xiting drove all the way to the manor. Before entering, he saw the doctor come out of the house.

  When Wen Qi saw Fu Xiting, his heart skipped a beat.

   In the early morning of June 24, 2010, Fu Xiting appeared at the gate of the manor wearing a white shirt.

  The last time this happened was years ago when I learned of my father's death.

   This sudden feeling made Wen Qi unable to recover for a while.

  Looking closely at Fu Xiting, there are dense blood stains on this man's white shirt.

  A look that just came out of the struggle.

Wen Qi has stayed in Fu's house for many years. If she said she was afraid of anyone, Fu Xiting was definitely the first person. She had never seen a boy who was so cruel and ruthless, and she had never seen a boy who would pinch his mother. neck wanted to send her into the abyss.

  Wen Qi's eyes trembled: "Sir."

   "Get out of the way," Fu Xiting said with a dark face.

   "Sir, Madam fainted and still in a coma," Wen Qi said eagerly, as if trying to stop Fu Xiting's pace.

   "Get out of the way," Fu Xiting said again, stretched out his hand to push Wen Qi away, and strode in by himself.

   "Sir," Wen Qi staggered, and hastily followed.

  Seeing Fu Xiting striding upstairs, her steps became more and more eager, for fear of being late and any accidents would happen.

   "Sir," Wen Qi said anxiously.

  Following Fu Xiting upstairs step by step, I saw Fu Xiting stretch out his hand to push open the bedroom door, and saw him standing stiffly at the bedroom door.

  Everything in this world seems to have stopped.

   became a dead thing.

  The person sitting beside Meng Shu's bed turned around slowly, looking at Fu Xiting at the door, his face gradually changed from gentleness at the beginning to surprise.

   Wen Qi suddenly felt that it was too late.

  It was too late, when Fu Xiting's gaze fell on Shiyue, Wen Qi closed his eyes, feeling a sense of despair rising from the bottom of his heart.

  The two have known each other since they were young, and they thought it was a happy marriage, but after that kind of thing happened, a good golden marriage can only become a bubble in the end, and become a passing cloud.

   When Shiyue looked at Fu Xiting, layers of mist gradually rose in her surprised eyes, blocking her sight. Under the light and shadow, Fu Xiting's figure began to whirl.

  Water mist filled the air, and the past was about to burst out of my mind, and was driven into the abyss by Fu Xiting's indifferent questioning voice: "Who asked you to come back?"

   The happy past in Shiyue's mind was abruptly broken, like a complete city wall with only ruins left.

  She looked at Fu Xiting, almost choked up: "Three years have passed."

  Fu Xiting's expression froze at first, and he looked down at her: "So Miss Shi is watching the time day and night and waiting to come back?"

  Fu Xiting sneered one after another, and the beautiful fantasies in Shiyue's mind were repelled time and time again.

   "Yes," she replied.

   "Ask yourself, are you worthy?" Fu Xiting's indifference exploded in front of Shiyue.

  Suddenly realized that the Fu Xiting in front of him was no longer the Fu Xiting of his youth.

  It is no longer the boy I met when I was a teenager. The feelings of many years have already turned into bubbles and become fleeting in the past few years of parting.

   "Wen Qi, if you are eager to go home to take care of yourselves, it's not like I can't help you," Fu Xiting's voice was harsh, and Wen Qi couldn't help but tremble in his dark voice.

   "I haven't invited the person out yet," the man said coldly.

   "Xi Ting, you can't," Shiyue exclaimed, looking at Fu Xiting with a bit of horror.

"I can't?" Fu Xiting sneered: "What can't I? Can't invite you out? Half of your home here is also your home? Or do you think that Ms. Meng transferred the real estate of the manor to your father privately, after your father died It is logical that this place belongs to you? Shiyue, while I am thinking about the past friendship, you'd better go back to Melbourne, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

   "Adults have the right to choose their own love. What is wrong with my dad? What is wrong with Aunt Meng? After so many years, isn't it because you are too obsessed with these things?"

   Shiyue pressed on every step of the way, as if he didn't want to let Fu Xiting go, and tried hard to use words to inspire those past events in the south of the city that he had buried in his heart.

  I want to take him to recall the old past that didn't exist long ago.

  Fu Xiting looked straight, looking at Shiyue, with deep eyes as if looking at something alien.

   Obsession too deep?

  Yes, it is not considered suffering if the suffering does not happen to them.

  That's why they can stand on the moral high ground to comment and criticize others.

On this day, Wen Qi thought that Fu Xiting would make a big move, but he never thought about it. Fu Xiting stepped in, walked towards Shiyue with tears streaming down his face, walked up to her, raised his hand to wipe the tears on her face, bent slightly Leaning back, she asked her in a low and bewitching voice, "Why are you crying?"

  Why are you crying?

   Crying her unwillingness.

  If it wasn't for the incident between my father and Meng Shu, the woman standing next to Fu Xiting is her, who else is more qualified than her?

Shiyue was born studying art since she was a child. She has long hair reaching her waist, and her overall temperament is decisive. She and Jiang Yi are two extreme beauties, one is a strong woman with a successful career, and the other is a little woman influenced by art. .

   Even so, Fu Xiting still made a choice between these extremes.

   Shiyue looked at the man who was close at hand, her eyes were slightly red, and the tears that should have stopped poured out again.

  The choked sobs turned into sobs: "Yanting."

"Crying about your own miserable experience, or crying about your father who only thought about himself and not you? Shiyue, don't think I don't know that you are making money abroad under the name of Fu Xiting's ex-girlfriend. I turn a blind eye to you, not for you How deep the friendship is, it depends on the fact that you did a few right things when you were young, if you are obedient, go back obediently."

   Bang——The man stretched out his hand to shake off Shiyue's hand on his arm, and turned around full of disgust.

   "Banquet," Shiyue struggled up from the ground.

  Following Fu Xiting's back, he rushed over.

   "Wen Qi," Fu Xiting stopped abruptly, and his cold eyes fell on Wen Qi.

  The latter tremblingly called the guards to drive them out.

  In the living room of the manor, Fu Xiting watched Shiyue being kicked out.

  In the dark night, the woman was wearing a white dress, with long hair hanging loose, standing on the green lawn at the end of June, looking at him through the window, crying with tears in her eyes.

  The people who lay on the lawn and looked at the stars when they were young have long since disappeared. Now, all that remains is the scheming and indifference of adults.

  The man slowly turned his eyes away.

  Looking at Wen Qi at the side: "Pack up your things and go to the hospital villa. You won't have to come back to the manor in the future."

  Wen Qi was shocked: "Sir?"

   What Meng Shu hates the most is the villa in the hospital, where there is a gate of life and a gate of death.

  Stay there for a long time, people will be depressed.

   "My kindness is limited. If you don't listen to persuasion, then go where you should go."

  In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Yi woke up from her sleep with sore body, opened her eyes and stared at the cat squatting on the couch at the end of the bed in a trance.

  Fu Xiting's mind was full of the endless training that Fu Xiting gave her last night.

  Lower | The soreness of her body made her unable to make unnecessary movements.

  At 7:30, there was a noise from the door of the bedroom, probably because he didn't want to have contact with people, and the person who was awake closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

  Fu Xiting came in covered in sweat, Jiang Yi clearly felt the man stop at the end of the bed, then stepped over and reached out to put her hand outside the quilt.

  The moment he lowered his head, Fu Xiting saw that Jiang Yi was pretending to be asleep.

   It's just that it hasn't been pointed out.

  The man sighed slightly, and after a few seconds of silence, he said, "I'm going on a business trip to Haizhou today, and I'll be back on Sunday."

   "If you feel bored at home alone, let mom come and accompany you."

   "Or you can go back to the apartment if you want to live. I will pick you up when I come back."

  The apartment Fu Xiting was talking about was undoubtedly the opposite of Zou Yin and the others.

  Jiang Yi's eyelashes trembled slightly.

  The man reached out and touched Jiang Yi's hair, and his apology rose in his chest: "I went too far yesterday, I apologize."

  After Fu Xiting left, Jiang Yi slowly opened his eyes.

  In the early morning, at the company, Wen Sirui told Jiang Yi that he was going to a meeting in the east of the city today, and Jiang Yien said yes.

   "Let Sihan prepare the car."

  Wen Sirui was startled: "Sihan didn't come."

  Jiang Yi looked back at Wen Sirui: "Why?"

   "Director Fu dismissed him, saying that Sihan was not stable enough and not suitable for this position."

  Jiang Yi: .

  A driver, is it suitable or not?

  Fu Xiting obviously blamed him for what happened last night.

  Jiang Yi sat on the office chair, rubbed his forehead slightly, and sighed deeply.

  It seems that he is trying his best to suppress his emotions.

  Wen Sirui watched, but didn't dare to speak for a while, probably because he could see that Jiang Yi was in a bad mood today.

   "Let Qian Xingzhi come here," Jiang Yi took out a note paper and wrote a series of numbers on it and handed it to her.

  Wen Sirui took the note and went out to call Qian Xingzhi.

   "Zhao Ying seems to want to go to Huzhou to win the Wen family's case," Wen Sirui came back after calling Qian Xingzhi, looking at Jiang Yi and cautiously reminding her.

"when?"

   "The original schedule is on Sunday, so I don't know if it will be rescheduled."

   "What day is it today?"

   "Wednesday," Wen Sirui informed.

  Jiang Yi's slender fingertips shuttled through the hair, kneading it slowly, and lowered her eyes for a long time without giving Wen Sirui a suitable answer.

   After a while, Wen Sirui plucked up his courage and shouted as if facing an abyss: "Mr. Jiang."

   "Call Sihan to come." Jiang Yi still closed his eyes tightly.

   "But Director Fu fired him," Wen Sirui was troubled.

  Suddenly, Jiang Yi opened his eyes, staring at Wen Sirui, with a bad tone: "Is it better to listen to him or to me?"

   "Who is your immediate leader?"

   "Sorry." Wen Sirui was startled, and hurriedly turned around and went out to call Sihan.

  She often sees indifference in Jiang Yi that does not belong to her.

   Wandering around made her unable to see the true face of this person.

  Si Jia, in the restaurant.

   Si Bo took a table knife and spread the blueberry jam on the bread little by little, and glanced at Sihan casually.

   "Wake up early in the morning to be mourned, as for?"

  Sihan leaned back on the chair in his pajamas with his chicken coop head on his head, and sighed deeply: "This unemployment is worse than being broken in love."

  This feeling is like the hero who saved the vicissitudes of life was suddenly looked at by someone's arm.

  Uncomfortable brains are not online.

   "Did you fall in love with Jiang Yi?" Si Bai said nonchalantly.

  When Sihan heard these words, his breathing stopped for a few seconds.

  Having not figured out what was in his heart, he only heard Si Bo sneer: "It's so pitiful."

   "What's poor?"

   "Men who like Shangjiang Yi are very pitiful," Lin Jingzhou said, Fu Xiting said, and there are still some people who hide in the depths.

   "Why?" Sihan asked: "Like something or a person should not be described as pitiful, at least when you like her, the inner joy cannot be replaced by other things."

  Si Bo slapped the hand holding the table knife, and Si Han continued to ask: "Can Mengyao be replaced by someone else?"

   Si Bai squinted at Sihan, looked away indifferently, and put the bread in his hand into his mouth.

After a long time, he opened his mouth to remind Sihan: "If you regard Jiang Yi as a leader, you can indeed learn a lot from her, but if you regard Jiang Yi as a person you like, you will have to worry about everything except being sad." not."

   After Si Bo finished speaking, he reached out and patted Sihan on the shoulder.

  Looking at him with a look of self-indulgence.

"you--."

  Sihan’s rebuttal just started when the phone rang, and Wen Sirui’s voice came: “Boss Jiang asked you to come to work.”

   "Didn't Chairman Fu drive me away?" Sihan said with a bit of aggrieved tone.

   "Boss Fu is Boss Fu, Mr. Jiang is Mr. Jiang, come here, Mr. Jiang is in a bad mood today, and he will be scolded if he comes late."

  When Sihan went to the company, he happened to see Qian Xingzhi and Jiang Yi coming out of the office together.

  He beeped, and went up cleanly: "What do you need me for?"

   "Go and check things with Qian Xingzhi," Jiang Yi told him.

   "I won't be your driver anymore?" Si Bai wondered.

   "Being a driver is really wronging you," Jiang Yi looked at Sihan seriously, as if coaxing a child.

   Before Sihan realized what Jiang Yi meant, she left with her bag and car keys.

  Watching people off, Sihan then turned his attention to Qian Xingzhi: "Who are we going to investigate?"

   "Lin Qinghe."

   "Why check him?"

  Qian Xingzhi gave Si Bai a fixed look, but did not answer his question.

  Jiang Yi personally drove out of the company this day.

Go out from the company gate and turn right into the main road. After driving less than 100 meters, a dark blue Mercedes-Benz parked on the opposite side started. Because there are intersections around, Jiang Yi drove very slowly. She saw the blue Mercedes-Benz unlocked, and looked at a man in seven The woman in white clothes with centimeter high heels got into the car, then started the car, and finally the car ran towards her uncontrollably.

   There was a bang, and Jiang Yi sat in the car and cursed.

  She unbuckled her seat belt and opened the door to get out of the car. The woman in the opposite car also got out at the same time. Jiang Yi's eyes slowly moved from the high heels on her legs to her face: "The law clearly stipulates that you cannot drive in high heels."

   "What's more, you are still wearing high heels retrograde, ma'am, you are wasting other people's time like this."

  At the end of June, the sun gradually became hot and dry.

  The woman in white got out of the car, with an apologetic expression on her face, and apologized to Jiang Yi in Mandarin with an abc accent: "Sorry, I just came back from abroad and haven't adapted to the traffic regulations here."

   "I didn't adapt to the traffic regulations, so I was able to drive crookedly? Why don't you say that I didn't adapt to the domestic steering wheel?" Jiang Yi felt unlucky.

  From yesterday to today, everything is not satisfactory.

  The woman on the opposite side didn't seem to have expected Jiang Yi to reply her words so domineeringly, she was a little stunned for a while, and after a few seconds, she turned around and went to the car to grab something and came back.

   "I bought a cat and it went under my gas while driving, so that's- I'm sorry."

  While speaking, the woman stretched out her hand to open the car door and took out a business card from inside: "I can see that you are in a hurry. This is my business card. You can contact me for the follow-up repair costs."

  Jiang Yi picked up the business card and looked at it. The address of a studio and her name were printed on the plain business card.

  Jiang Yi looked at the name, and was a little taken aback: Shiyue.

   It seemed that the name was a little familiar, and a feeling of deja vu came to her heart. She frowned and looked at Shiyue: "We knew each other before?"

  Shiyue's hand holding the cat tightened, and her fingertips trembled slightly: "I probably don't know you, I don't have an impression of you."

  Jiang Yi was not entangled, held the business card in his hand, and looked at the car blocking his own: "If Miss Shi doesn't suggest, move it?"

   Shiyue hugged the cat and nodded.

  A long-haired highlander, about two or three months old, looks fluffy.

  Jiang Yi looked away from the cat, opened the door to get in the car, and threw the business card on the co-pilot.

   Shiyue sat in the car, watching Jiang Yi's car leave through the rearview mirror.

  The white kitten squatted on the co-pilot and meowed. Her mind was full of the woman in a light-colored suit with shoulder-length hair just now.

  Severely and resolutely, people mistakenly think that this person is not Fu Xiting's wife, but a secretary in his office.

   Shiyue sat in the car, looking at the villa not far away.

  Fingertips landed on the steering wheel and nodded lightly, her thin crimson lips gently opened and closed, and said two words with deep meaning: "Jiang Yi."

  From the beginning of June 25th, the top management of the East Court knew that Fu Dong was in a bad mood.

   And it's not good, it's more intense at night.

  A group of subordinates who are on a business trip in Haizhou report to the boss every night like a new son-in-law meeting his mother-in-law with a bitter face.

   Fu Xiting, on the other hand, looked back and forth between documents, subordinates, and mobile phones.

  Guan Qing knew it without looking at it. Documents and subordinates are not important, what is important is the phone and the person on the other end of the phone.

  On June 26, Jiang Yi still did not contact Fu Xiting.

  27, as above.

   For three days in a row, there was no text message or phone call.

  Until the evening of the 28th, Fu Xiting returned to the capital from Haizhou, and went straight to Jiangyi Company without even going to the company.

  As soon as he arrived at the building, he happened to meet Sihan, who was like a second-generation ancestor, whistling and waving the keys, preparing to leave work.

  Seeing Fu Xiting for the first time, Sihan wished he could disappear on the spot.

  But knowing that it was inevitable, he had no choice but to bite the bullet.

   "Director Fu," Sihan called out obediently and flatteringly.

   Then he betrayed the boss.

   "Boss Fu came to look for Mr. Jiang? Mr. Jiang is on a plane to Shanghai this afternoon."

  Fu Xiting:

   In order to proofread documents and find typos, I spent a lot of money to open a wps membership, I tried my best—

   The progress of the text will be accelerated, and we will strive to complete it as soon as possible

  (end of this chapter)