Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated

  Chapter 386 Chapter 385 Clean up Meng Qian

  In 2012, since the beginning of Jiang Yi's pregnancy, Fu Xiting has been thinking about how to break the front line all the time.

  From wanting to kill Meng Qian at the beginning, to the current idea that he can take the next best thing, it is changing all the time.

  Fu Xiting and Jiang Yi are not good people in terms of individuals.

  The two suffered the crimes when they were young, and they definitely don't want their children to suffer any more.

  As a parent, you should create more favorable conditions for your children.

   Instead of letting them live in the abyss.

one-parent family.

   Parents are at odds.

  This kind of topic should be killed in the cradle before the child is born.

  And those who create these topics should be suppressed from the beginning.

  Jiang Yi is not a kind person, and Fu Xiting is even worse.

   They can't do such a noble thing as a poor Taoist and an undead fellow Taoist.

  Both of them together have no conscience.

  At times like this, it would not be merciful to act.

  Su Sheng has a desire to conquer Jiang Yi. Once a man has a desire to conquer a woman, things will be much easier.

   On the day of Shiyue, she seemed to be staring at Jiang Yi deliberately, and when she saw her and Su Sheng getting together, doubts gradually arose in her heart.

   Seeing Jiang Yi stuffing something into Su Sheng's pocket while the shadows intersected, the whole person became alert instantly.

   rejected the person who was talking, and followed Su Sheng all the way to the elevator.

   Then, seeing the elevator stopped on the sixth floor, she took the elevator on the other side to go up.

   "Shiyue has followed," Li Xing's voice in the headset was a little surprised.

  Jiang Yi heard this sentence, and glanced around the crowd, and sure enough—the figure of Shiyue was not seen.

   "She is always indispensable when eating shit." Jiang Yi said, turning around and handing the wine glass in his hand to the waiter beside him.

  Turn around and go towards the elevator entrance.

   There was still some distance from the elevator entrance, Wen Ziqi said in a sharp tone, "You stay, I'll go and have a look."

   On the other side, Fu Xiting, who is always paying attention to the news here, said in a steady voice: "Listen to Wen Ziqi, don't act rashly."

  Jiang Yi stopped, standing in the crowd, her heartbeat accelerated unconsciously.

  Thousands of calculations, a month was missed.

  If everything is ruined in her hands... No, no, no, no, this kind of thing will never happen.

  On the sixth floor, Su Sheng took out his room card, opened the door and went in. He saw that the room was empty, and he was a little puzzled. Just as he was about to turn around, a white rag covered his mouth and nose, and dragged him into the closet.

  The whole person was silent.

In the aisle on the sixth floor, Shiyue stood at the elevator and looked around. She didn't see Su Sheng, and she was quite puzzled. When she was thinking of contacting the hotel, she saw a waiter coming from the opposite side, and stopped him with her hand: "Hello! , did you see a man coming over just now?"

   "Are you wearing a black suit?" the waiter asked.

   Shiyue nodded: "Yes."

   "Room 609, try knocking on the door."

   "Thank you," Shiyue thanked, and walked to room 609 with her skirt in hand.

  Just as he was about to raise his hand to ring the doorbell, he found that the door was closed.

   "Young Master Su?" she called out.

   In the house, no one responded for a long time.

  Shiyue was quite suspicious, and walked to the room with precautions, and then stepped into the house, just to avoid the surveillance at the door.

  Someone reached out from behind and covered her mouth.

   Before the panic in the pupils could be contained, the person lost consciousness.

  In the banquet hall, Meng Qian and his wife were communicating with Hong Kong businessmen.

  There are many people around who are waiting for the opportunity to cling.

  However, the conversation between the husband and wife became more and more enthusiastic.

   There is no intention of stopping at all.

  In the crowd, the eyes of the Hong Kong businessman and Jiang Yi crossed, and the smile on his lips spread away.

   Su Xin was a little puzzled, and followed his line of sight, wanting to see who had this ability, so he took his sight away.

  Using Meng Qian’s words, cooperation is only safe if there is support for each other. Judging from the current situation, Hong Kong businessmen have been leading them forward by the nose.

   And they did not hold each other for half a point.

  This kind of uncertainty and insecurity makes people panic, let alone a person like Meng Qian who is in a high position and is used to controlling everything.

  The forty-something Hong Kong businessman in front of him is like sand in his hands. No matter how tightly he holds it, there is a gap in his fingertips.

  Su Xin looked over, but didn't see anyone in the field.

   When he dared to lift his lips and wanted to say something to someone, the secretary of the Hong Kong businessman came over and whispered something in his ear.

  The latter's brows tightened, and his whole body tensed up a little, which anyone with a discerning eye could see.

  Meng Qian glanced at Su Xin.

  The latter understood, and left the crowd on the pretext of going to the toilet.

  As soon as I walked to the corridor, I heard someone's voice: "609, the person has arrived and is clamoring to wait for you to go up, but we dare not do anything to him."

   "Nonsense, you still can't solve a girl?"

  Su Xin was startled, what do you mean by dozing off from the pillow? They were looking at no one's handle in their hands, and it turned out that this was delivered to their door.

  A man will only bend his waist for two things in his life, one is money, and the other is women.

  The Hong Kong businessman was standing at the door of the latter.

   Almost stepped in.

   "609?"

  Su Xin had a sarcastic smile on her lips, pressed the elevator, and watched the elevator on the sixth floor come down slowly.

  After a long time, if you ask Su Xin if she will press the elevator at this moment, she will definitely tell you—no.

  If there is a turning point in life, she will definitely use this precious opportunity here.

  Valentine's Day 2012 was a turning point for Su Xin in the past few decades.

  From the moment she stepped into the elevator, everything changed.

  Fu Xiting drew a circle, waiting for her to step in little by little, and then drew it slowly.

  Every step she took was a trap set by Fu Xiting.

  And, every word these people say is carefully crafted.

  When Su Xin pushed open the door of room 609, she saw a man standing in the room with his back to the door.

  Besides, the figure of this man is quite similar to that of a Hong Kong businessman, but he also somewhat resembles Fu Xiting.

  He stood tall, with the backlight standing by the window, and the aura around him was like a fairy about to ascend to the Tao.

  Su Xin looked at the person, and slowly withdrew his gaze from around the room: "Mr. Li?"

  By the window, the man lit a cigarette ash, as if he was afraid that the ash would burn the carpet, and he deliberately lit the ash on the tiles on the window sill.

  Su Xin did not respond when she saw the person.

  Standing at the door, he moved little by little towards the house.

   He called out again: "Li——."

  The sound stopped abruptly, and the same method was used on three people.

   And none escaped.

  Hearing the sound behind him, the man standing by the window turned around slowly.

  Under the deep brows and eyes is a handsome and tall nose bridge, and lips that have been cool for a long time.

  Hearing the sound of closing the door, the bathroom door was pulled open, and the Hong Kong businessman looked at the man standing by the window: "Boss Fu, my task has been completed."

   “The ticket is on the table and the money is ready.”

   "Director Fu is a straightforward person, don't worry, I will take this secret into the dust."

  Fu Xiting smiled lightly, raised his hand and took a puff of cigarette, and saw the Hong Kong businessman walking towards the door, his thin lips parted lightly: "Does Mr. Li know why I can sit in this position?"

  The person who was called slowly turned his eyes to look at Fu Xiting, who still held a fresh and warm air ticket in his hand.

   "Because...except for my wife, I never trust anyone's promises."

The Hong Kong businessman reacted and wanted to escape, but was held back by Qian Xingzhi standing behind the door. Seeing Fu Xiting standing by the window like a god, he opened his arms and walked towards the person. Before he got close, Fu Xiting kicked him to the ground.

  One of Qian Xing’s feet broke the bone of a person’s hand: “I forgot to tell you, I also came back from Southeast Asia.”

"you---."

   "The words of the desperadoes cannot be trusted."

   Bang—One of the money lines sent people into the darkness with a fist.

  There is no Hong Kong businessman, there is no Mr. Li, all of these are just high-rise buildings built by Fu Xiting with money.

   And now, the building has collapsed.

   Those who deserve death must die, and those who should be buried must be buried.

  Downstairs, Yinggeyanyanwu, the color of bells and drums can be heard endlessly.

  Upstairs, a room of corruption.

   Threesomes must be injured.

  The Hong Kong businessman and Su Xin have been away for too long, and Meng Qian gradually became suspicious. Just when he was about to invite someone to ask, the secretary of the Hong Kong businessman showed his face.

   "Mr. Meng, Mrs. Meng had a physical conflict with someone upstairs. Mr. Li asked you to go up."

   "What conflict?" Meng Qian was puzzled.

  The latter pursed his lips: "I can't say, you have to see it for yourself."

  Although Meng Qian was vigilant, he was in someone else's place at this time, and he still had the desire to cling to the other party. At this time, he couldn't be arrogant.

  The secretary led Meng Qian upstairs.

  In room 609, the scene was extravagant.

  That’s all, and there are still people watching this good show with their legs crossed and cameras on.

   Standing at the door, Meng Qian heard chaotic sounds.

   Turning to look at the secretary behind him, seeing his unbearable embarrassment, he took a few steps back.

  The first thing that popped into Meng Qian's mind was the figures of the Hong Kong businessman and Su Xin.

  In an instant, resentment spread all over his body, and he pushed the door open.

   What I saw was Fu Xiting sitting by the window. He held an ashtray in one hand and a cigarette in the other and smiled at him: "Uncle, welcome to the world I prepared for you."

  On the bed, Su Xin, Su Sheng, Shiyue, and Shiyue were naked.

  Scattered on the ground are some prohibited items that are not allowed to appear in the territory

  When Meng Qian stepped in, there was no room for this matter to slow down.

  If he hadn't shown up in this scuffle, there was still room for slowing down. If he didn't know about it, a divorce would kill Fu Xiting's thoughts in the cradle.

   But at this time, he became a player in the game.

  The camera is not only aimed at the bed, but also at the door.

  Since he entered the mirror, Fu Xiting's strategy has already succeeded.

   "Fu Xiting," three short words, filled with gnashing of hatred.

  If you ask Meng Qian what he is thinking at this time, he will definitely tell you that what he wants to do most at this time is to kill Fu Xiting.

   "All of this is your strategy, and so are Hong Kong businessmen."

   This is an affirmative sentence, not a question.

  Fu Xiting raised his hand and took a puff of cigarette, laughing loudly: "It's hard for you, I just found out."

  Meng Qian's hands hanging beside him are shaking. If the Hong Kong businessman is the handiwork of Fu Xiting, it means that he has been in his bureau for the past few months.

  Without the support of money, and at this time he held illegal evidence, Meng Qian felt like the sky was falling: "What do you want?"

  Fu Xiting smiled: "I want you to be obedient."

   "Like my mother."

Meng Qian was furious, and rushed forward to rush to Fu Xiting, but he was kicked on his knee three to five steps away from Fu Xiting, fell to his knees with a plop, even so, he did not go Pointing at Fu Xiting's nose and yelling: "Little Huangmao, you actually want me to be a puppet."

  Fu Xiting didn't speak, just leaned lazily on the chair, and said oh.

   "Disobedient? Then—wait to be skinned by the next one!"

   "If you are obedient, you can still sit in this seat. If you are not obedient, I will wait for you." Fu Xiting said this, shaking his head, looking at Su Xin on the bed and the contraband on the ground: "You know better than me."

  Once Meng Qian comes down, there will be someone more suitable to step up.

  There are three fires for a new official to take office, and the first person to come up is bound to make fun of him.

  Fu Xiting should have a better choice at this time, for example, to borrow a knife to kill someone and let the next one kill Meng Qian.

   But obviously, at this time, he doesn't want to spend too much time in the power struggle. Instead of fighting wits and courage with the next generation, he might as well hold Meng Qian in his hands and grind for a few years.

   As for the safety of his wife and children and the stability of his family after a few years, he has plenty of time and energy.

  Meng Qian was pinned down on the ground by Fu Xiting and was grinding, his tiger eyes wide open waiting for him, wishing to tear him apart.

"When your mother gave birth to you, I should have strangled you in the cradle, and when I killed your father, I should have taken you with me. In my life, I was ruined because my heart was not completely dark. Mercy falls upon you."

  In the suite, there was a burst of wild laughter from a man. The man who was sitting on the chair bent over laughing. He stepped on expensive leather shoes and walked towards Meng Qian step by step. The arrogant laughter never stopped.

Then, he slowly squatted in front of him with a cigarette in his hand, looked at him at the same level, stretched out his right hand, and lifted his chin with the cigarette, just like the voice of King Yan examining the evil ghost came to Meng Qian's ears: "Uncle, can you return?" I remember, the story I told me when I was a child, Lu Buwei gave Ying Yiren a medicine in order to make Ying Zheng emperor."

  The words are not finished.

  But Meng Qian's frightened eyes represent everything.

   "It's you, Fu Xiting, I'm going to kill you."

   As soon as he changed hands, Fu Xiting dropped the hot cigarette **** on his neck: "You should be glad that I keep you still useful, otherwise, the cigarette **** would definitely not be burned into your neck."

  The squeaking sound when the hot cigarette **** hits the meat makes the scalp tingle.

  In this struggle, no one is the winner.

   But Fu Xiting will not lose a second time.

  He got up and stared at him condescendingly: "I'll keep the video for uncle, uncle remembers, be obedient, otherwise, I don't guarantee that someday these things will be on the international news."

  (end of this chapter)