Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated

  Chapter 362 361 Jiang Yi said: Go check Shiyue and Fu Xiting

   Ahead, Shiyue, who was directing the staff to pack the album, looked back at Jiang Yi slowly.

  Jiang Yi at this time is brighter than the Jiang Yi she saw a long time ago, as if the divorce is her achievement.

   Not a bad thing in her life.

   Otherwise, how can a woman get better and better after leaving a marriage?

  On this day of the month, wearing a white down jacket with a turtleneck sweater falling on his chin, he looked as cute as a pure white rabbit.

  With such an appearance, it is no wonder that those men rushed to carry her stepping stones one after another, knowing what she wanted, but they still rushed to the flame one by one.

Suddenly, Jiang Yi's mind flashed the figure of Fu Xiting. The man stood tall and stood beside Shiyue. .

  Jiang Yi was taken aback by what popped up out of nowhere in his mind.

   When she came back to her senses, Jian Shiyue took the towel from the employee and wiped her hands: "Cheng Dong asked Mr. Jiang to come?"

  Jiang Yi stared at her, but did not respond, with a bit of disdain in her eyes.

   "Cheng Dong would rather give Mr. Jiang double the commission than spend money to send me away. May I ask why?" She seemed to really not know all this.

  Jiang Yi held the bag in one hand and put the other in his pocket: "We are all adults, and sometimes we speak too clearly, which hurts people's face."

   "Mr. Jiang thinks I have face?" Shiyue said sarcastically.

  She has lost face a long time ago. When Cheng Wen praised her, she was like the moon in the sky. When Cheng Wen threw her down, what was she still?

   Remnant flowers and willows? MILFs? A **** who was thrown to the ground after being cramped.

   "No," Jiang Yi nodded, agreed to Shiyue's words, and unceremoniously followed her words and poked her back.

   Shiyue reached out and picked up the hair rope on the side, **** her long hair, and said in a calm tone, "That's it."

"People like us are lucky to be born in this era. However, if the age is pushed back a hundred years, I will die with more than 100 years of guilt, and I have nowhere to redress my grievances. But how good conditions have been given to us by the times, why should I give up? As for The child Mr. Jiang said, I can do whatever I want, and I had no choice but to give birth to him myself. You solved him for me, and I am too happy to be happy!"

  Jiang Yi seems to have guessed that Shiyue would say that, she is too smart.

  A woman who can play with high-ranking men in her palms can't do it without some skills.

   Shiyue!

Pity.

  Jiang Yi looked at Shiyue and smiled: "Miss Shi, have you ever heard a word?"

   "President Jiang made it clear," Shiyue said as he walked upstairs, followed by Jiang Yi.

  The two of them stopped at the tea table in Shiyue's office.

   "The dividends of the times will only fall on some people, and some people, even if they try their best to fight for blood, they should not get it, but they still can't get it."

  Shiyue boiled water to make tea, and the sound of the kettle rang in the office. She leaned on the chair and looked at her with a smile: "Boss Jiang is threatening me?"

  Jiang Yi smiled lowly: "Is Miss Shi worthy of my threats?"

  Shiyue was indifferent: "Mr. Jiang and Fu Dong are worthy of being husband and wife, their words and deeds are so similar."

   Every word and deed?

  A string in Jiang Yi's heart broke, Fu Xiting and Shiyue?

   Could it be that her suspicions over the past few days are true?

   "A husband and wife share the same heart, have the same habits, and influence each other,"

  The sound of the kettle stopped, and Shiyue picked up the teapot and poured Jiang Yi a cup of tea: "It's already in the past tense, does Mr. Jiang know how many people are staring at your previous position now?"

   Shiyue was very ambitious, and Cheng Wen was still a bit short in the final analysis. As he got older, his relationship with his ex-wife was no longer a simple marriage, but a strategic partner, which was difficult for ordinary people to shake.

  Even if she stays by Cheng Wen's side until she's old enough to disappear, she can achieve a positive result.

  While Shiyue, a person who relies on her face to eat her youth, wants to seek a long-term stable relationship, not a fleeting relationship that is taken care of. Writing a document is just her second best choice.

   But whenever there is a choice, she will not choose to write.

  Jiang Yi picked up the teacup and twirled it in his hand, the person leaning on the sofa was a little lazy: "Including Miss Shi?"

  Shiyue didn't expect Jiang Yi to ask so blatantly, the hand that poured the tea froze, and the tea overflowed the cup.

  Jiang Yi quickly pulled the paper towel aside and handed it over, and it fell on the tea to cover it. In just an instant, the water stains disappeared.

  Shiyue's expression returned, and the panic all over her body disappeared: "Mr. Jiang thinks I have a chance?"

  Jiang Yi laughed lightly: "Based on what I know about my ex-husband, Miss Shi's chances are basically zero."

Shiyue sneered in her heart. Of course she knew that she had no chance at all when she was in Fu Xiting's body. This man pays the most attention to human character and moral bottom line. For a woman like her who is ridden by thousands of people, Fu Xiting would rather go from the palace. find her.

  But she still wanted to ask, and made Jiang Yi sick.

  Let her guess the relationship between her and Fu Xiting.

   "What if Mr. Fu changes his temper after the divorce?"

  Jiang sipped his tea lightly: "I never persuade others too much. If Miss Shi wants to know the truth, you can try it."

   "Mr. Jiang doesn't feel the shock?"

   "Miss Shi, those who respond are never serious people," Jiang Yi's words mean clearly, if you want to respond, you are also responding to you, not us serious parties.

  Prostitutes and thieves act like others, which means the loss of the world. People like Shiyue can only act as actors forever, dancing their long sleeves to please people's hearts.

  Shiyue was silent, staring at her for a moment: "Don't waste your energy on Cheng Dong's matter, Miss Jiang, I don't have any room for negotiation here."

  Jiang Yi picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea: "Did you know? Cheng Dong and her lover are only divorced in name, and legally they are still husband and wife."

  Jiang Yi opened his mouth casually, following the sound of water flowing, he looked at Shiyue with a playful gaze.

   "Should Miss Shi know what this sentence means?"

Jiang Yi had a panoramic view of the shock in Shiyue's eyes, looked at her unbelievable eyes and said: "As long as Dong Cheng is not legally divorced, then every penny Cheng Dong spends on you, he will be fine." recover."

  Jiang Yi looked around: "Your car, house, studio, and gold, silver and jewelry..."

  Shiyue's hand holding the cup tightened: "Spoof me!"

   "Did Miss Shi see Cheng Dong's divorce certificate? Or did Cheng Dong personally promise you that he is divorced?"

   Shiyue looked at Jiang Yi, pretending to be calm: "Ms. Jiang should talk to my lawyer about these issues."

   "I just gave Miss Shi a vaccination in advance."

  Jiang Yi smiled lightly and retracted his words.

  The attitude of not wanting to talk anymore made Shiyue feel a little crazy.

  But because of Jiang's intentions, she had to endure it.

  Jiang Yi went to the Three Treasures Hall today for nothing. She came to him not simply to drink tea and chat with her.

  In the twelfth lunar month of winter, who would make a special trip for an unimportant person?

At the end of 2010, the atmosphere of Christmas is always there. There is a huge Christmas tree at the entrance of Shiyue Studio. The young people passing by see the unique decoration of the studio and the huge Christmas tree at the entrance. People passing by can’t help but want to take a picture and then come back. Walk.

  Jiang Yi and Shiyue just sat by the window. Watching the passers-by coming and going downstairs.

   "They should be about the same age as Miss Jiang."

  Shiyue has thought about it more than once, a girl in her early twenties, obviously at an age where she can enjoy everything recklessly, is willing to sneak into the shopping mall and compete with a group of all-powerful men for a world.

Why?

   Is it worth it to lose the innocence and fun that should be at this age, and get something that is almost traded for life?

  But she has no answer, because she is not Jiang Yi, she does not have Jiang Yi's background, nor does she have a Jiang Yi's husband.

  Every choice you make in life reveals the influence of your native family on you.

   The reason why Shiyue became Shiyue was not because she wanted to, but because she couldn't.

  Some people pull her out of the abyss, while others kick her into it.

   "Everyone has a choice of lifestyle, as far as Miss Nashi and I are concerned," Jiang Yi twirled the cup in his hand.

   "So Ms. Jiang thinks life is voluntary choice or forced?"

   "Half and half," Jiang Yi responded ambiguously.

   "Man is determined to conquer nature and everything is fate is paradoxical, but people's state of mind is still controllable. Ms. Shi took this path, isn't it all due to the influence of the times and her native family?"

  "If you want to take a shortcut to live a life of prosperity and wealth, you should bear the backlash brought by the shortcut. The causal relationship is reincarnation, and the continuation of cause and effect means continuous reincarnation. The two are one and not two."

Shiyue is good at language analysis. In other words, she has been pleasing men for a long time, and has developed the ability to observe words and expressions. Jiang Yi's words are nothing more than telling her in simple and clear words that everything she is experiencing now is her own. commit crimes.

   "Do you believe in fate?" Shiyue asked Jiang Yi.

  Jiang Yi took a sip of tea: "Letter."

  I didn’t believe it before, but now I do.

  In her previous life, Jiang Fu always thought that man would conquer the sky, but was pushed into **** by those people.

   Resurrection, reincarnation of heaven.

  Everyone who should come will come, it's just a matter of time.

   "Does Fu Dongxin?" There was something in Shiyue's words.

  Jiang Yi's slightly curved eyes fell on Shiyue, and she never left Fu Xiting for three sentences today.

  There are all kinds of yin and yang in the words, it is difficult to make Jiang Yi not think too much.

  Jiang Yi brushed his teeth with the tip of his tongue: "At this time, Miss has to ask Mr. Fu."

   "I thought Mr. Jiang and Fu Dong had been married for two years, so he should know about it."

   "Cheng Dongxin?" Jiang Yi asked back.

   Shiyue was taken aback for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

  Night is coming quietly, the capital is lit up, and the cool winter wind is blowing in.

  Walk through this cultural alley and disappear.

  When Jiang Yi left, she saw gifts piled up on the bar on the first floor of Shiyue Studio, she looked back at Shiyue: "Can I ask Miss Shi for a gift?"

  Shiyue nodded, and glanced at Tao Juan: "It's my honor that Jiang always likes it."

  Tao Juan handed the gift to Jiang Yi, and Jiang Yi reached out to take it. There were packaged scented candles and a set of tea sets in the kraft paper bag.

   "Goodbye is 2011, I wish Miss Shi a happy New Year in advance."

   Shi Yueluo's fingertips beside him froze: "Let's have fun together."

   "Miss Shi had better think about my proposal. I will come again. I won't be so polite next time."

  On this day, Jiang Yi left.

  Tao Juan stood beside her and looked at Shiyue, a little puzzled: "Why did you promise to give her a gift?"

   "Jiang Yi is very smart," she said repeatedly, making her back feel chills.

   It was not easy for her to ask for a gift when she left.

  2011 New Year's Day was approaching, when Jiang Yi came home, she asked Qian Xingzhi to stop the car, and she went to a flower shop to pick out a bright Floyd.

  The roses are in full bloom, and the fist-sized buds are somewhat thriving.

  Jiang Yi left the flower shop and went to the bank.

   came out with a bag in his hand.

  When he got in the car, he handed Qian Xingzhi: "New Year's Day gift."

  Qian Xingzhi opened it and saw that there were more than a dozen packs of Grandpa Mao inside. He was frightened and handed the bag back: "Why did you give me so much money?"

"Year-end awards."

   "You paid me my salary every month," Qian Xingzhi still refused.

  Jiang straightened the flower branch in his hand: "I said it, the year-end award."

  Seeing that Qian Xingzhi was still resolute, her face darkened: "If you don't want it, just throw it away. I don't want to keep the withdrawn money. It's troublesome."

   Qian Xingzhi swallowed the words of refusal on his lips.

  Place the bag in the passenger seat.

   Continue driving to the villa.

  In the back seat, Jiang Yi put the rose beside him: "Let Li Xing find out what relationship Jiang Yi has with Su Sheng, the second generation ancestor."

   "What happened?" Qian Xingzhi was a little worried.

   "When I saw him today, I was very flustered, and a sense of fear crept up from my back."

  Qian Xingzhi was stunned, Jiang Yi never told him these things.

   It was the first time that something like this happened today.

  It is not uncommon for Su Sheng, the second generation ancestor, to use Su Xin's reputation to act mischievously. If you want to investigate him, you will definitely be able to implicate Jiang Si and other people.

   Moreover, this person is an actor, and he pretends to be aggressive and innocent in front of the Meng family.

   is actually a prodigal son who lives among women.

   "Fu Xiting's relationship with Shiyue, also check."

  Qian Xingzhi stopped at the red light and looked back at Jiang Yi: "What are you doubting?"

   "The relationship between the two is very close."

   "From the perspective of a man and a bystander, I advise you not to live too soberly."

   "How do you say it?" Jiang Yi asked coldly.

"Director Fu is a man with a strong sense of responsibility and a bottom line. If he doesn't tell you, he has his reasons. If you find out something about your past that is unknown, will you say it or not?" Qian Xingzhi During this period of time, he was completely conquered by Fu Xiting. He firmly believed that this man's moral bottom line and conscience would not allow him to do anything wrong to Jiang Yi.

  Using Wen Sirui's words, all the men in the world have become scumbags, and neither will Fu Dong.

  If a person hates a certain kind of person in his bones, how can he take the initiative to become that kind of person?

   This is an insult to him.

  Wen Sirui also gave an example, are there still too many dirty things that Meng Qian did? But outside, he still defends his country in front of people from other countries.

   Never blame this country because of Meng Qian.

  A person with a strong inner core is full of pines and cypresses everywhere, and they are the most upright.

  Seeing Jiang Yi's silence, Qian Xingzhi asked again: "If that's the past that Director Fu doesn't want people to know, you know, wouldn't you open his wound? Just watch him dripping with blood?"

   "Jiang Yi, the lover is not what you love."

   Qian Xingzhi's words fell to the ground, and when the red light passed, he started the car and left.

  At the intersection not far from the villa, Qian Xingzhi said something that shook Jiang Yi's soul: "If you were me, as long as he is still alive, you will be satisfied."

  Jiang Yi was silent.

  She knew about Qian Xingzhi's past.

  Where his wife died, she also knew.

  A person who died in front of him and didn't even bring back his bones, he doesn't have much extravagance now.

  The car stopped at the entrance of the villa, and Jiang Yi sat in the car in silence for a long time.

  When she left Shiyue Studio, she still wanted to test Fu Xiting.

  Take the gift from Shiyue Studio, take it home and beat Fu Xiting.

  But at this moment, she suddenly felt that those gifts were an insult to her.

  Insulting Fu Xiting also insulted their relationship.

  Jiang Yi got out of the car, with a bag and flowers hanging on her arms, and a gift from Shiyue Studio in the other hand.

   Seeing this, Qian Xingzhi got out of the car and walked towards Jiang Yi, took the gift in her hand and said slowly: "Love him, trust him, leave the rest to time."

"There is nothing wrong with being prepared, but excessive precautions will only make people feel chilled," these words are not heartbreaking, Qian Xingzhi stood in front of Jiang Yi, and in the freezing weather, he seemed to be holding a knife, stabbing with precision Into Jiang Yi's heart: "Fu Dong only has you left. If you are like this, what is the meaning of his life? What is the meaning of struggling and fighting with others?"

He held the bag that Jiang Yi intended to use to test Fu Xiting in his hand, looked down at Jiang Yi, stroked her hair for the first time, and persuaded her like a big brother: "Jiang Yi, a smart person should not export for others Losing in the hands of others is far worse than being ruined in our own hands, and there are still excuses for losing to others, but it is unacceptable to lose to ourselves.”

  Beside the two of them, a few weak lights were lit in the villa, and people could be vaguely seen moving around.

   "Go! He's waiting for you."

   As Qian Xingzhi said, he carried the bag and went to the guard room on the side.

   This is his short-lived base.

  Jiang Yi pushed the door open and went in, the heating came on in the room, dispersing the coldness all over her body.

  The person standing in the hallway trembled.

  Fu Xiting came out to take the bag and flowers in her hand: "Shouldn't you come in when you get home, and blow some air in the yard?"

  Jiang Yi responded to Fu Xiting's words while lowering his head to change his shoes: "We talked about something."

  The man turned around and inserted the roses brought back by Jiang Yi into the vase. Behind him, Jiang Yi quietly walked over and stretched a pair of cold claws into Fu Xiting's waist.

  Probably because of the psychological achievements, the man didn't react much except for a moment of tension when he was iced.

  Holding Jiang Yi with his backhand, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead: "What's the name of the flower?"

   "Freud."

   "Is there a moral?"

   "Faith, restraint, tranquility, hope," when answering Fu Xiting's question, Jiang Yi suddenly felt that this was a portrayal of Fu Xiting's life.

  The world kisses him bitterly, but he repays it with a song.

  The man hugged her, rubbed his chin against the top of her hair, and said in a gentle voice, "I like it, is there any flower language?"

   "You casually wander through my dreams."

  Fu Xiting held Jiang Yi's hand tightly: "I hope our life is like its bright and warm colors, not like its flower language."

  Jiang Yi hugged him and rubbed against the man's chest: "Yes."

"what's for dinner?"

  Jiang Yi looked up at Fu Xiting, as soft as a doll.

   "Hungry?" Fu Xiting asked softly.

  Jiang Yien made a sound.

  Fu Xiting looked down at his watch: "Wait a minute? Wen Ziqi and Mengyao should be on their way."

   "Did you ask them out?" Jiang Yi frowned, probably because she felt uncomfortable being disturbed.

"dislike?"

  Jiang Yi tilted his head: "That's not..."

  She didn't say a word, Fu Xiting sat on the dining table while pinching her waist, torturing her repeatedly.

   Kiss her deeply.

  Give her the ultimate tenderness.

   After a long time, when Jiang Yi was having difficulty breathing, Fu Xiting pressed Jiang Yi's forehead and said lightly: "You are not in the right mood today."

  Emotions flashed wildly in Jiang Yi's mind, as if he was trying to find a suitable explanation to explain that his emotions were wrong.

  She pondered for a while and finally found a suitable reason and excuse: "Su Sheng came to me today and asked if I was interested in finding another home."

  Fu Xiting heard Su Sheng's name, his face turned cold: "What else did you say?"

   "There are quite a lot, and they are all flirtatious words."

  Jiang Yi stroked the back of the man's neck like a cat.

  The man put his arms around her waist and said seriously: "Second generation ancestors like Su Sheng, stay away from him."

   "But it sticks to me like a piece of brown candy." Jiang Yi pretended to be distressed.

  Fu Xiting understood: "I broke his three ribs last time, and he stopped for two years. This time... six?"

  Jiang Yi burst out laughing, and kissed Fu Xiting on the lips: "You look handsome when you're angry."

   "To be precise, Mrs. Fu just likes to use other men to make me jealous."

   "That's not because Mr. Fu calmly acts like a **** who doesn't eat fireworks on earth. Seeing you descend to the world, my bad tastes arose."

  Jiang Yi patted Fu Xiting on the shoulder and got down from the table.

   "Su Sheng kept it, probably because the Meng family came to test it out. If he wants to play, I will play with him."

  Jiang Yi said, seeming to be frozen, sniffing, Fu Xiting pulled a tissue and handed it to her: "How do you want to play?"

  Jiang Yi blew his nose and wanted to find a place to throw the paper, Fu Xiting stretched out his palm: "Give it to me!"

  She handed over the tissue in her hand, and then said her thoughts, but in return, she was silent.

   "Isn't it right?" Jiang Jianren was silent, and asked.

   Before Fu Xiting could speak, the doorbell rang.

  She went to open the door, and saw Wen Ziqi and Mengyao standing at the door carrying big and small bags.

  Jiang Yi looked at it, a little surprised: "Why do you mention so many things?"

  Meng Yao responded with a half-smile: "Then I have to ask Mr. Fu."

   "It's the first time I've seen someone invite someone to dinner, and the guest needs to bring food."

  Jiang Yi listened, and suddenly laughed.

   took the things in Mengyao's hands: "You understand, you are the only idler now."

   Mengyao called out unwillingly: "I'm very busy, okay?"

  In the living room, Fu Xiting's ethereal voice sounded at the right time: "Are you busy eating and drinking at other people's houses?"

   "It's still Fu Donggong, just tell the truth," Wen Ziqi sighed while carrying things into the kitchen.

  Meng Yao curled her lips and looked at Jiang Yi.

  The latter shrugged.

  In 2011, Jiang Yi imagined many ways to meet it, but never thought of this.

  A few months ago, she never thought that there would be a few people who would meet together.

  In this small world, holding a wine glass, sitting around a hot pot, having a simple but not simple meal.

   While the hot pot was boiling, Mengyao seemed to recall the past, and sent a sentence with emotion: "I feel that this is life."

  At this table, there is no one who needs to poke other people's pain points for fun, so when Mengyao said this, everyone fell silent for a moment in an extremely tacit understanding, and then followed.

Wen Ziqi poured her a glass of wine, followed by affirmative words: "After getting along for a while, your character and personality are fine, I can testify, so, Mengyao, if you don't There is no need to live for yourself, and I think we should give you a toast if you have this kind of ideological awareness.”

   "Thirty-two years old, not too late."

  Jiang Yi and Fu Xiting raised their glasses after hearing what Wen Ziqi said.

  Dinner was halfway through when Mengyao's cell phone rang.

  She picked it up, glanced at it, and cut it off casually.

  Everyone tacitly chose not to ask questions.

   Talking around the fireplace, the warmth of homework flows in the living room.

  Jiang Yi called Qian Xingzhi in, and everyone warmed the red wine and chatted about daily life.

   As the turning point approached, Jiang Yi nestled on the sofa, and Fu Xiting's hand was stroking her waist back and forth back and forth.

  When the clock struck zero, the curtains in the villa were slowly opened.

  Fireworks in the yard outside the window exploded.

  When Mengyao saw the fireworks, she immediately rushed into the yard to play with the people outside.

  She wanted to stand up and watch, but was pushed back on the sofa. Facing the laughter and laughter in the yard, he kissed her, licking her lips with the tip of his tongue, wandering wantonly, wishing that her life would freeze here.

  Jiang Yi responded to him with a hooked neck.

  On this day, Fu Xiting put his arms around her, and his tone was gentle and full of yearning: "May I grow up like this, and the weather will be new every year."

   The number of words in today’s update is auspicious: 6666

  (end of this chapter)