Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated

  Chapter 380 379 I want you to help me kill Fu Xiting

  The Zhao family invited a group of professional mourners from the funeral home to squat downstairs in the Dongting Group.

   Every morning, the cries of crying and rushing to the ground will sound in Dongting Group on time.

   It attracted a group of friends from the media to snoop and publicize it.

   Once Zhao Ying died, the Zhao family basically collapsed. The old man is old, and he is half a person who has retreated into the gate of hell. As for Mrs. Zhao, a woman who can't stand on any stage is not worthy of anyone's attention.

In the morning, in the office on the top floor, Guan Qing stood in Fu Xiting's office and passed the newspaper in his hand: "This group of media reporters described the chaos downstairs as if they were afraid that the world would not be chaotic. Everyone was concerned about Zhao Ying's death. insinuatingly pointing the finger at you."

  Guan Qing stood in Fu Xiting's office on this day, with a sad expression on his face.

  The newspaper in your hand is more like a hot potato.

   And what about the latter?

   There is a book in front of her, a book about pregnant women.

   "One Hundred Points for Precautions for Fathers-to-be"

   This book is lying on Fu Xiting's desk at this time, most of it has been turned through, and the remaining half is not finished.

  Compared with Dongting Group being deeply involved in scandals, he seems to be more willing to pay attention to his wife and children.

   "Fu Dong," Guan Qing saw that Fu Xiting was speechless.

  The sound of calling softly.

   "How was your appetite when your partner was pregnant?"

   "What?" Guan Qing was startled.

  The topic jumped so fast that he couldn't accept it.

  They were clearly talking about company matters, why did they jump on his lover all of a sudden?

  Guan Qing felt his little heart throbbing unbearably.

  But I can only respond truthfully: "It's not good when I'm pregnant with the eldest child, but it's fine when I'm pregnant with the second child."

  Although he said so, Guan Qing was still complaining in his heart. When his wife was pregnant, he was being squeezed by the boss. Although Fu Xiting gave him a lot of vacations at that time, how dare he really rest?

   As for some symptoms of his wife's pregnancy, his mother told him.

  Fu Xiting nodded, obviously not thinking about the company.

  The casualness of the boss worried a group of bosses trained by him.

  I always feel that Dongting Group is going to stagnate, and the grand plan that we sat together at the beginning of the year is about to come to naught.

   "Director Fu, downstairs?"

"Call the police."

   "The police don't care about the matter."

   "I pay so much tax every year, and what I get in return is that I don't care?" The man raised his eyebrows slightly.

  Looking at Guan Qing with some doubts.

  Guan Qing understood.

   It would be foolish to talk about it now.

  In the afternoon, the mourning team invited by the Zhao family was violently driven away.

   A group of people were taken away for disturbing public safety. In the police station, the police were not very good.

  The next day, go to the gate of Dongting Group to lead people.

  It goes back and forth like this.

   After a few rounds, Mrs. Zhao realized something was wrong, and if it continued like this, it would only be a painless scratch for Fu Xiting.

  This morning, Mrs. Zhao went out and found Wu Mei.

   Speaking of the Lin family, Lin Han has been relatively low-key recently.

  Lin Qinghe and Zhao Zhen passed away one after another. Regardless of whether Jiang Fu's people were taking revenge on this matter, they should be cautious.

  If you don't want to follow in the footsteps of others, you can only be a man with your tail between your legs.

  And what she didn't expect was that some people wanted to drag them into the water because they didn't want to see them well.

  When Mrs. Zhao came to find her, Wu Mei's expression was not very good-looking.

   Ask the secretary to inform you that you are not there.

  The secretary took the order to go out, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Mrs. Zhao standing at the door of the office.

  The gloomy face is like a living person who has been dormant among the dead for a long time, looking at people with gloomy eyes, which is especially scary.

   "Zhao—Ms. Zhao."

   "Is your boss here?"

  The secretary stammered, not sure if she heard the conversation just now: "In—."

  Mingshu pushed the door open, and saw Wu Mei leaning on the office chair with a headache.

   "I'm not telling you—."

  The impatient voice stopped abruptly, Wu Mei thought it was the secretary who came in again, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Ming Shu standing at the door.

   Wu Mei was startled.

  In an instant, the impatience on his face disappeared, and he put on a suitable smile: "Ming Shu."

   "I'm bothering you?" Ming Shu responded to Wu Mei's slick face with a half-smile.

   "Where is it, I'm glad you're here," Wu Mei said with a smile.

   "I hope so," Ming Shu said in his words.

  The two of them sat at the tea table beside them and chatted lightly. They had a relationship, but Wu Mei was very sensible and didn't mention Zhao Ying's matter.

   In other words, dare not mention it.

  She clearly knows that Mingshu's drunkard's intention today is not to drink, if she rushes to speak something, wouldn't she be asking for trouble?

   "My daughter is dead."

  After the polite greetings, there was an almost mournful sound of notification.

Ming Shu leaned on the chair, held a cup of white tea in his hand, looked at Wu Mei and continued: "The people who did that thing paid the price one after another, but your Lin family is still standing, Wu Mei, I am very happy It's hard not to doubt you."

  Wu Mei pursed her lips slightly: "You mean, Zhao Ying's death is related to us?"

   Mingshu sneered: "More than that."

   Now she suspects that the whole matter was written by the Lin family, and that Jiang Fu is still alive, but it is all an illusion.

Wu Mei slammed, and threw the cup in her hand on the table, her face was cold: "Ming Shu, the whole capital knows that you will be punished if you offend people who shouldn't be offended, and now, you actually want to kill Zhao Ying?" Blame it on us?"

  Bang—the cup in Ming Shu's hand hit Wu's brow: "You and I are two birds in the same forest. We are facing a catastrophe. Let's die together."

  Ming Shu almost gritted his teeth for the last three words: "Now that we've reached this point, others won't talk about it. We'd better not let anyone go."

  Wu Mei raised her hand and touched her forehead, and when she took her hand off her head, her palm was scarlet.

  Even though she was full of anger, Wu Mei knew that at this time, Ming Shu could not be provoked. This woman's emotions had reached a critical point, and she couldn't bear any stimulation.

  She was eager to find someone to be buried with her daughter.

  Wu Mei held back the anger in her heart, rubbed her throat as much as she could and said, "Mingshu, I understand your feelings, if you need help with this matter, just tell us directly, there is no need to beat around the bush between us."

   "I want you to help me kill Fu Xiting."

  The instructions point out the theme.

   Looking at Wu Mei with hatred.

  Kill Fu Xiting, what a fantasy, it's like a person who just came out of a mental hospital would say something.

  There are many people in the capital who forget to breathe after seeing the superior.

   And some people even brazenly wanted to kill him.

  Wu Mei thought, Ming Shu is really crazy.

   wanted to kill Fu Xiting.

  In 2006, someone stopped Fu Xiting's car on the main road because the company was acquired.

  How did it end up?

   So far, they are still in the police station, living and dying, and dying and dying.

  Fu Xiting has many ways to make people linger on for the rest of their lives.

  Now, Ming Shu wants to go down this old road.

  What a horrible idea?

  That's all, but you still want her to participate in it?

  What's the difference between that and letting her die?

  Although she knew it in her heart, Wu Mei still chose to accompany her to finish the scene.

"I will help you."

   Appease the main.

  There is no reason to talk to a madman.

  Ming Shu seemed to be very satisfied with Wu Mei's performance, and didn't stay too long.

   On the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, it was a rainy day in the capital. When we woke up in the morning, light rain trickled down the glass.

  When Jiang Yi opened his eyes, Fu Xiting was no longer beside him, only the cat nestled at his feet, sleeping soundly on its belly.

   In the fourth month of pregnancy, Mrs. Fu's morning sickness has improved, but she still has occasional attacks.

  The seizures are most frequent in the morning and during lunch break in the afternoon.

  For this reason, Mr. Fu has a closer relationship with Xu Qi.

  But helpless.

  Whether it is someone who has experienced it, or the experience in the book, the experience on the Internet is telling him that there is no solution to morning sickness.

  Jiang Yi lifted the quilt and got up and was about to go into the bathroom when a man came in with thin beads of sweat on his face, looking like he had just finished exercising.

"woke up?"

  Fu Xiting walked towards Jiang Yi, but when he was about to meet someone, Mrs. Fu blocked her steps with her hand.

   "Don't come here, I don't want to smell your sweat."

  If it was normal, Mr. Fu would definitely be angry.

  But right now, several experiences tell him that stopping is the best choice.

  Jiang Yi stepped into the bathroom.

  Fu Xiting followed in with his home clothes on his back.

  One person occupies the toilet and one person occupies the shower.

  The transparent glass in the middle seems to block everything, but it seems that nothing is blocked.

  Jiang Yi has long since changed from shyness to indifference.

  In Ai Hao's words, they are old couples and their children are born, so why do you care about those things?

   It's not that Jiang doesn't care, it's really powerless.

  Jiang Yi stood up after going to the toilet, a little dizzy, she stretched out her hand to support the wall on the side, and stabilized for a long time before she got better.

  In the shower room, seeing this, Fu Xiting didn't have time to wash off the foam from the shower gel on his body, so he stretched out his hand and wrapped a towel around his body.

   Barefoot hurried towards Jiang Yi.

"What's wrong?"

"Dizziness."

   "I hug you?"

   "Don't, I'll stand for a while, don't touch me."

  She didn't want to get covered in shower gel foam and have to take a shower later.

  Fu Xiting's worried face collapsed a few points because of Jiang Yi's words.

   After a few seconds of silence, he said something hypocritical, and hugged him horizontally and placed him on the imperial concubine's couch by the window.

  Jiang Yi listened to this sentence, quite a bit reluctant.

   "You are also used to hypocrisy."

  Fu Xiting went into the cloakroom and put on a bathrobe, went downstairs and brought breakfast up: "I'm willing to let you go, but I'm afraid you think I'm too used to it."

  Jiang Yi: "... What are you implying about me?"

   "The conscience of heaven and earth, I dare to implicate you?"

   "Did I eat the bear's heart and leopard gall?"

  Since Jiang Yi became pregnant, Fu Xiting has been responsive to her requests.

  Jiang Yi let the east dare not go west.

   Let the west dare not go north.

   Worn out his temper.

  Going out depends on Jiang Yi's mood.

  If it’s a business trip—it’s a trivial matter for Jiang Yi to greet the 18th generation of his ancestors, and I’m afraid to tell him to get out and not come in.

   During this period of time, while taking care of Jiang Yi, Yi Tian figured out her temper.

   Cotton wool has been kept in the study for a long time.

   In case Fu Xiting was kicked out in the middle of the night and had no place to sleep.

After Jiang Yi's pregnancy in March, I don't know if it's the progesterone that caused the trouble or she was really greedy. After taking a shower in the middle of the night, she chose a pajamas that made Fu Xiting's blood spurt. The black lace suspenders had been dusty in Jiang Yi's closet for a long time. Fu Xiting I thought it would not be favored within three to five years.

   Unexpectedly, he underestimated.

  Before going to bed, Jiang Yi wanted to.

  He patiently talked to her about the dangers of doing bad things during pregnancy.

  Jiang didn't follow suit, Fu Xiting racked his brains and called out to his aunt to suppress her hot thoughts.

  I thought it was over,

  At two o'clock in the morning, when Mr. Fu woke up, he knew that things were not easy.

  The man was lying on the bed, as if he was roasting in a high-temperature oven, being teased by Jiang Yi, he dared not speak.

  I was sweating all over my body.

  How aggrieved!

  If it was before pregnancy, Jiang Yi would have to beg his father to tell his grandmother, crying and crying.

  Ke was pregnant, but what he got in exchange was that he endured being Liu Xiahui.

  In the middle of the night, Mr. Fu woke up and put his arms around someone to comfort him. The more he comforted, the bigger the problem.

   Mrs. Fu asked him: "Do you want to do it?"

  Mr. Fu replied truthfully: "I dare not do it."

  The little pregnant woman did not give up, took out her mobile phone and started Baidu, and clicked on the words on the screen: You can do it in the second trimester.

   "You are not in good health, so you can't generalize."

  When did Mrs. Fu do such a humble thing?

  For the sake of desire, I almost took the initiative to pick him up.

  In the middle of the night, Yi Tian heard Jiang Yi's angry sound, and came out wearing a nightgown to see that Fu Xiting had been kicked out.

   The tomcat was thrown out together.

  …..

  Yi Tian saw Fu Xiting hurried upstairs with breakfast.

   Worried that something would happen to Jiang Yi, he followed up.

   Sure enough, seeing the man half leaning on the imperial concubine's couch, his face was pale.

   Feeling a little flustered: "What's wrong?"

   "Hypoglycemia has occurred, it's not a problem."

  The fourteenth day of the lunar calendar in 12 years coincides with Sunday.

  Both Fu Xiting and Jiang Yi are resting at home.

  The two of them were busy in the study for a while in the morning. In the afternoon, Jiang Yi sat in the yard basking in the sun.

  Flicking through Zhang Le's social accounts with the mobile phone in his hand, he thoroughly reviewed her and Si Bai's love story like reviewing a memorial.

   "Did Wen Ziqi find Mengyao?"

   "Found it," Fu Xiting announced lightly.

"Where?"

   "In a small town under Shanghai."

   It's useless to find it, Wen Ziqi has more important things to do right now.

  Everything about love between children and daughters has to be put aside.

  Jiang Yi worried: "Will the Wen family accept Mengyao?"

   "Wen Ziqi just accept it."

   Xu was worrying too much, Jiang Yi frowned with some headaches.

  She stretched out her hand to pick up the cup to drink, when suddenly—the movement in her stomach made her outstretched hand freeze in mid-air.

  Fu Xiting looked away from the document in front of him, his back tensed suddenly: "What's wrong?"

  He couldn't see anything strange about Jiang Yi.

   Whenever Fu Xiting saw him acting strangely, he always felt that a hand was grabbing his heart and rubbing it.

   "He moved," Jiang Yi was a little surprised.

  The hand that was frozen in the air slowly landed on his slightly protruding belly.

  Fu Xiting was also a little surprised, got up and squatted in front of Jiang Yi, with his palm on her stomach.

  The two parents held their breaths one after another, waiting for the little guy's movement, but after a long time, they failed in disappointment.

   When the time came, Fu Xiting raised his fingertips and lightly tapped Jiang Yi's belly, whispering: "Little lazy pig."

  As for the little guy, perhaps hearing his father's nagging, he moved again out of embarrassment.

  (end of this chapter)