MTL - Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated-Chapter 256 257: Jiang Yi leaned over and kissed Fu Xiting

  Chapter 256 257 Jiang Yi leaned over and kissed Fu Xiting

  When Yi Tian saw Jiang Yi, something snapped in his mind.

  Looking at Jiang Yi with a little embarrassment, this embarrassment comes from not knowing whether Jiang Yi heard the call between himself and Jiang Ze.

  If he heard it, how would he change his mood to face Jiang Yi.

   "Haven't slept yet?"

   "Want to drink water?" Jiang Yi pushed the water poured early in the morning aside, with obvious meaning, hoping that Yi Tian could sit down and have a chat.

  At the end of 2009, when Yi Tian knew that Jiang Yi was not Jiang Yi, his inner struggle was stronger than every time in his fifty years of life.

  At the beginning of 2010, when she learned that Jiang Yishi was Jiang Fu, the grief fell on her heart like hailstones.

  A girl who tried her best to stand in a high position fell overnight.

  And this fall is more terrible than death.

  Her body is dead, but her soul is alive to watch the people around her suffer.

  How cruel.

  How tenacious a person with psychological quality can accept all this?

  She has lived for 50 years, and she has never seen someone like Jiang Yi.

  A person who walks from grief, but is generous.

  Yi Tian walked up to Jiang Yi and sat down, and picked up the glass of water that Jiang Yi handed over.

   "Why aren't you sleeping?" Yi Tian's concerned words came up again.

  Jiang Yi wore a white nightgown and leaned on the chair, looking a little lonely: "I'm thinking about something."

   "A very annoying thing?"

   "Let me tell you a story!" Jiang Yi stretched out his hand to Yi Tian, ​​his thoughts flying far away.

"Once upon a time, there was a princess who got married. After marriage, they lived happily and soon had their own children. Because she grew up in a very happy family, that princess loved her children very much. After a long time, her child disappeared out of thin air. She prayed to God and Buddha, and prayed to the Buddha to tell her where the child was. Only then did she see the true face of the child after her apprentice came to attack the city, and it turned out that the child she had raised for so many years was a devil."

   "After this time, she went crazy."

   "You are not a devil," Yi Tian hurriedly interrupted Jiang Yi's words.

  How could she not understand that Jiang Yi's story was beating her, and wanted her to know her true face.

  The princess stayed with the devil for a long time, and she became a devil.

  She described herself as a devil undoubtedly to let Yi Tian not spend too much energy on her.

  Jiang Yi also didn't want to cause irreparable cracks in the marriage between Yi Tian and Jiang Ze just because of her own existence and her rebirth.

   "I came from hell, but I just put on a human skin."

  Jiang Yi's tone was very light.

   "The difference between good and evil exists in every corner of this world, not all ghosts who come from hell, Jiang Yi, it has nothing to do with you about my marriage with Jiang Ze."

   "I don't want my existence to create a gap between your hearts," she clearly knew that Jiang Ze was one of them, but she didn't reach out to Jiang Ze because she didn't want Yi Tian to see the misery of killing each other.

   "Since Jiang Ze sent my daughter to marry, there has been a gap between us, and it has nothing to do with you."

   This is the truth, but when Cong Jiang was about to push Jiang Yi out, everything changed.

   "What if this marriage is a good result?"

  Jiang Yi didn't seem to want to give Yi Tian a chance to breathe. Questions came up one after another, leaving Yi Tian no chance to think.

   "If so, is it good?" Jiang Jiang asked again without responding for a long time.

  Yi Tian stopped.

  Looking at Jiang Yi, he fell into a tangle.

  My daughter is dead, how could it be any better?

   But the person in front of her is also her daughter.

   Judging from the relationship between Jiang Yi and Fu Xiting during this period of time, this marriage is indeed not bad.

  Her entanglement circulated repeatedly in Jiang Yi's eyes.

  After a long time, Jiang Yi stretched out his hand slightly to hold the back of Yi Tian's hand, and lowered his head, as if struggling and struggling a lot.

  Thin lips were bitten by white teeth, leaving layers of marks: "I will try my best to live happily, because I am not only me, but also your daughter."

  Yi Tian's breathing was stagnant, and his eyes staring at Jiang Yi were gradually covered by mist.

  In the restaurant, the atmosphere was a little stiff for a while.

   At this time, in the bedroom, Fu Xiting's panic broke the silent silence.

  The half-dream and half-awake person turns over and suddenly finds that the lover is not there.

   Sitting up from the bed with a bang, a sound of panic blurted out.

  The stiffness in Jiang Yi's back was instantly dispelled by Fu Xiting's call.

  Probably because she didn't want Fu Xiting to see what the two of them looked like at this time, she chose to let go of Yi Tian's hand and enter the room.

   "What's the matter?" Pushing open the door, he saw Fu Xiting leaning on the head of the bed, full of evil spirits.

   "Where did you go?" The man's voice was hoarse.

   "I went to drink water and chatted with my mother outside," Jiang Yiwen responded in a warm voice.

  A half-open door, whether you want to close it or not.

  I don't want Yi Tian to hear too much.

  She walked to the bed and covered the quilt beside Fu Xiting: "Are you lying down for a while?"

  The implication is that she and Yi Tian haven't finished talking about it yet.

  Fu Xiting was quite displeased, and stared at Jiang Yi with a somewhat gloomy gaze.

  Jiang Yi vaguely understood what this man meant, leaned over and kissed his thin lips, and thanked him in his own way, with a little questioning.

  Fu Xiting just gave up.

  When Jiang Yi opened the door to go out, he saw the living room was dark, and Yi Tian had long since disappeared from the dining room.

  The person standing at the door of the room was slightly stunned, and after a long time, he gently closed the bedroom door.

   It took a long time before the hand that fell on the doorknob was taken back.

   Surprisingly, Fu Xiting saw a little loneliness in her back.

"What's wrong?"

   "It's nothing," she shook her head lightly.

  The moment she was lying on the bed, Fu Xiting hooked her into his arms, stroking her back with his palm: "Go to sleep."

  Some people are enjoying the warmth, while others are suffering.

  In the living room of the Zhao family, the family came back from Zhao Zhen's funeral, and they had no energy left.

   Led by Mr. Zhao, he leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

  Bu Si and Zhao Ying were silent.

  The old man waved his hand to let people out.

  Sit up straight and look at Bu Si: "How many people know about Jiang Fu?"

"What's the meaning?"

"Zhen'er's death is not that simple. There are only three possibilities now. First, Jiang Fu is still alive. Second, someone is avenging Jiang Fu. Third, someone wants to remove himself from this matter so that he can clear his name and get rid of the stigma. .”

  Zhao Zhen got this analysis from what Jiang Yi said.

   "Impossible," Zhao Ying was shocked.

  The old man's face changed: "Why is it impossible?"

  "If Jiang Fu is still alive, it is better for her to come to us to settle accounts with us than everyone else, instead of making us panic by beating around the bush."

   "Dad, what Xiaoying said makes sense."

   "What's the point? Just relying on your own guess about a person is the biggest mistake. You think you know Jiang Fu well enough, maybe he will change after going through this incident?"

  Old Master Zhao glared at Zhao Ying almost inflexibly.

  The old man was already feeling depressed when the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, but now that he was aroused by these things, everyone couldn't hold back their emotions.

   But after all, he is old and not as strong as in previous years, so he just sighed lightly: "That's all—"

   It's just a sound, quite a bit of compromise.

   "Everyone is tired all day, go to bed early," the old man said before going upstairs.

  Bu Si and Zhao Ying sat downstairs and fell silent.

  On the other side, Sihan sat in the car and browsed the forum.

   He was eating Fu Xiting's melon, but before he had eaten the whole melon, he saw a black figure coming out of the dilapidated apartment building.

  Sihan stretched out his hand to put his phone in his pocket, and stepped to follow.

   Following people from the end of the alley to the end of the alley, when he reached the potholes, Sihan was full of disgust.

  Thinking that his hundreds of thousands of pairs of shoes are stepping on this kind of pitted and smelly gutter-like ground, it is really a waste of things.

   "Damn—" Sihan stepped into the pit and swears angrily.

   Immediately afterwards, he fell unconscious on the ground and lost consciousness.

  In the dark alley, two men reached out and threw the person into the trunk, then drove away.

  The next morning.

  Jiang Yi was awakened by a rush of phone ringing.

   Opening his eyes, he found himself nestled in Fu Xitingen's armpit.

   "What time is it?" Jiang Yi was confused, and couldn't tell what night it was.

  Fu Xiting squinted his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand and glanced at the phone: "Six thirty."

   "Whose phone?"

   "Sibo's."

   Fu Xiting said, hung up the phone, and threw it back to the bedside table.

  Jiang Yi glanced in a daze: "No answer?"

   "Nothing good, don't pick up."

  Jiang Yien made a sound, turned over and found a comfortable position, and continued to nest in.

   After a while, the phone rang again.

  The rapid ringtone of the mobile phone made her a little irritable, so she reached out and pushed Fu Xiting.

  The man patted her on the back as if to comfort her.

  The phone was picked up, and there was a moment of silence on the other side.

  Just when Fu Xiting was about to get impatient, Si Bai said in a cold tone: "Are you still in the gentle village?"

   "You better have something big."

   "Sihan was kidnapped, and the kidnapper called me."

  Si Bai's words didn't seem to arouse Fu Xiting's much interest, probably because the news about the kidnapping of a rich man's brother was really constant.

   Nothing fancy.

  Fu Xiting spoke, his voice was a bit hoarse when he didn't wake up: "Lack of money?"

  Si Bo: ...

   "You might as well ask who your wife has offended."

   At six o'clock, Si Bo received a call from the kidnappers and thought it was a prank done by Si Han fooling around outside.

  It wasn't until the other party posted the video that he felt something was wrong.

   And Sihan went to work for Jiang Yi last night.

  Fu Xiting hung up Si Bai's phone and half propped himself up to wake Jiang Yi up.

  The latter was rather impatient, whimpering, looking on the verge of getting angry.

   "Be good, Sihan has been kidnapped."

  Jiang Yien made a sound.

  Fu Xiting said again: "Baby."

  Jiang Yi seems to be awake now.

The confused eyes gradually became clear, and Fu Xiting stared at Fu Xiting with displeasure. Just when Fu Xiting thought Jiang Yi wanted to say something, who would have thought that the person would just roll over the quilt, full of impatience: " Kidnapping is kidnapping, tell Si Bo, let him bring fifty people to the company to wait for me, and don't disturb my sleep."

  Fu Xiting:

  Jiang Yi's words imply that all of this is in her arrangement.

  Fu Xiting got up in the morning, before seven o'clock.

   After changing clothes, I opened the bedroom door and smelled the scent of milk.

  Looking sideways at the dining room, I saw Yi Tian standing in the kitchen making breakfast.

  In the small pot in the kitchen, oat milk peach gum is being boiled.

  z Chinese people pay attention to the vegetarian breakfast, which requires a balance of yin and yang and dietary fiber. A whole set of breakfast sits down and has a variety of tricks.

   "Morning," Yi Tian caught a glimpse of Fu Xiting getting up from the corner of his eyes, somewhat startled.

   A fleeting thought is that breakfast isn't ready yet.

   "Morning," Fu Xiting said in a low voice.

   "Is there a coffee machine?" he asked, as if preparing to do it himself.

   "Yes, but it hasn't been disassembled yet. The secretary of Yiyi sent it over yesterday."

Following Yi Tian's gaze, Fu Xiting looked over, said yes, and began to disassemble the coffee machine. In the dining room in the morning, the dim light was on, and Fu Xiting stood under the light and silently assembled the coffee machine, with half of his face covered by shadows. Stop, the expression is dark and indistinguishable.

  Yi Tian thought of talking to Fu Xiting.

  Conversation between son-in-law and mother-in-law.

   At first, Yi Tian asked Fu Xiting: "Did you sleep well last night?"

  The latter responded lightly: "Not bad."

  Yi Tian stirred the oatmeal in the pot with a spatula: "The house was well-decorated when I bought it, and the furniture was brought with me, so I didn't have time to change it."

   "There are tens of thousands of luxurious houses, and the night sleeps no more than five feet."

   "Yiyi is a good child, if Fu Dong can be more tolerant," this is the point that Yi Tian wants to say.

  Fu Xiting took the hand of the manual and gave a pause.

Yi Tian said again: "Dr. Jiang and his wife are very guilty of her. They often tell me about Jiang Fu when she was young. She said that she was sensible and mature early. She was at home alone when she was five or six years old. She cooks by herself, and Dr. Jiang and his wife have little company for her because they are busy with work, and they wanted to make up for it after retirement, but I didn’t expect it—fate made a fool of others.”

"What Jiang Fu wanted to do when she was young was her own choice. Dr. Jiang and his wife never forced her to make any changes. It was her dream to be a negotiator. She gave everything she had on this road. The things in her previous life will inevitably make her suffer. There are scars deep in her heart, so in this life, she has become more stubborn. Fu Dong is older than her, and her life experience is higher than her. At this time, Jiang Fu is like a fly on the glass. The future is bright, but the inner The diaphragm is too deep, if no one pulls her on the right path, I worry that she will fall into the abyss again."

"She will remember Fu Dong's kindness to her, and she will be grateful even for an insignificant person like me. Fu Dong is her husband, and she will understand in her heart that this child looks strong on the outside, but soft on the inside. , have independent opinions and can distinguish right from wrong."

  Fu Xiting turned slightly, his gray shirt looked a bit dull in the not-so-bright living room in the morning.

   On May 13, 2010, the capital was rainy.

   On the glass of the twenty-ninth-floor high-rise building, fine and dense rainwater poured down, making the room more gray and thick.

  Fu Xiting's eyes slowly turned away from Yi Tian, ​​and then looked at the window sill, with a distant tone like a future master.

   "Thank you," Fu Xiting, as a husband, said this thank you on behalf of his wife.

  Yi Tian's words made a man standing at the pinnacle of power and holding billions of dollars in wealth start to reflect on himself.

   Reflect on the source of this quarrel with Jiang Yi.

   Reflect on whether you are too fussy.

  A mother who is not her biological mother can still understand her so tolerantly.

  As the husband himself, he argued and quarreled with her.

  Draw her into the abyss.

   Struggling in the abyss.

   Yi Tian's sentence "If no one is pulling her, I'm afraid Jiang Yi will go to the abyss again," this sentence made Fu Xiting feel a little more panic in his heart.

  If the abyss is at the price of death—the price is too cruel and too great.

  Fu Xiting stopped what he was doing, washed his hands, and walked towards the bedroom.

  At 7:35, Jiang Yi woke up from Fu Xiting's kiss.

  After being woken up by someone, he couldn't get up to vent his anger, so the man hugged his waist and pressed him towards him.

  Man's kisses are densely packed.

  Jiang Yi was imprisoned to the point of suffocation.

   After a long time, she seemed to be unable to breathe, and she stretched out her hand to hook Fu Xiting's neck.

   respond to him.

   deepens the kiss.

   "What's the matter?" The woman's voice was dry, and the words she asked were a little hoarse.

  Fu Xiting held her up with one hand, and picked up the water glass on the bedside table with the other and handed it to her lips.

   After drinking half a cup, it was slightly better.

   "It's okay, I just want to kiss you," Fu Xiting put down the cup, smiled elegantly, and rubbed his chin against her forehead.

  Jiang Yi tilted his head to dodge, quite disgusted: "You haven't shaved, you stab someone."

  Fu Xiting's fingertips wrapped around her hair, as if playing with an antique: "There is no razor."

   "Shall I go down and buy it for you?" Jiang Yi blinked and looked at him.

  The man laughed softly: "That's not necessary."

  Jiang Yi sighed helplessly, and cursed arrogantly in his heart.

   Plunging headfirst into Fu Xiting's body, rubbed against him like a kitten, and said in a buzzing voice, "What time is it?"

   "Eight o'clock soon."

  Jiang Yi got up and sat up on the bed holding the quilt impatiently, as if his soul was still on the bed after waking up.

  Fu Xiting was half propped up on the bed, his gentle palm fell on her lower back, stroking her every now and then, like molesting a kitten.

   "Do you need help?" Fu Xiting's voice was flat.

  Jiang Yi knew what he was talking about, reached out and pulled his hair twice, then shook his head slightly: "No need."

"confident?"

  "Everything is under control, how can you lift a prawn without throwing a bait."

  Jiang Yi exudes an aura that is bound to win.

   "Is John the bait?"

  Fu Xiting half leaned on the bed, watching Jiang Yi open the closet to get clothes like a lazy second-generation ancestor.

"kindness."

   "Next time I change someone, if something happens to Sihan, the Si family will have no descendants."

  Jiang Yi closed the bathroom door with a hand: "Isn't there still Si Bo?"

   "Si Bai?" Fu Xiting twitched the corners of his lips: "Lang is affectionate, but concubine is not. Others may not be willing to carry on the family line with him."

  Jiang Yi tilted his head and thought for a while: "The other person you're talking about is Mengyao?"

  Fu Xiting smiled lightly and said nothing, but this light smile was already an answer.

  Jiang Yi opened the bathroom door and entered the bathroom.

  Jiang Yi has encountered Si Bai and Mengyao's good things more than once. When she was Jiang Fu, she knew that the relationship between the two was unusual.

  Subordinates during the day, go to bed at night.

Seamless.

  But unfortunately, after so many years, the two of them have never achieved a positive result.

   It is said that Si Bai proposed a marriage once, but was rejected, which almost became a joke in the capital.

   "Are you sure you don't need my help?" Fu Xiting sent Jiang Yi to the company early this morning, walked to the door of the company, and double-checked.

  The worries in my heart continued.

  Jiang Yi nodded.

   "Before anything happens, think about the people around you. You are still your parents, and Yi Tian, ​​and me."

  Fu Xiting told her.

   Want to use a sense of responsibility to imprison the devil in her heart.

  Jiang Yi was a little surprised, but still nodded.

"keep in touch."

  Jiang Yi leaned over and kissed Fu Xiting's lips, and also softly warned: "Be careful on the road."

  Fang Chi didn't understand what happened, why the two of them wanted to kill each other during the day yesterday, but they just had **** with each other in just one night, and their relationship heated up rapidly.

   Is this entering the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun? Reorganized?

  Fang Chi thought, sure enough, the love of people with high IQ is beyond his comprehension.

  When Jiang Yi entered the office, she saw Si Bai sitting on her office chair, playing with the ornaments on the table.

  Wen Sirui bought that ornament from an unknown stall. He said that he went to the temple when he bought it, took it to worship, consecrated it, and put it on to attract wealth.

  Jiang Yi stood at the door staring at him.

  Si Bai looked at Shang Jiangyi's eyes, and he said slyly: "I didn't find my brother's position, so I took the position of President Jiang. President Jiang doesn't mind, does he?"

   "I don't mind, Mr. Si can sit down whenever he wants."

  Jiang Yi handed the bag to Wen Sirui, and leaned against the door with his arms crossed and responded to Si Bai with a carefree attitude.

   "Where's my brother's desk?"

   "The boss will arrange a seat for the driver?"

   "Driver?" Si Bai's tone was slightly raised.

   "You don't even know what your younger brother's job is? This brother Si Zong really failed."

  Jiang Yi shook his head angrily while speaking.

  When she lowered her head and played with her mobile phone, she still didn't forget to ridicule Si Bai: "You've been in Ruanrou for a long time, and you don't even have family ties?"

  After Jiang Yi finished speaking, it wasn't Si Bai who was watching, but Mengyao.

  Meng Yao's complexion changed, and she unconsciously looked away.

   "Boss Jiang is not the same."

   "I am, it is because of good fortune to trick others, Mr. Si, it is purely my own voluntary choice, we are different."

  Jiang Yi pulled the corner of her lips, and stuffed the phone back into her pocket.

  Then changed the topic: "Have you brought all the people?"

   "Why do you need so many people?"

  Jiang Yi rolled his eyes: "It must be to fight, or take them to dinner?"

  Sibo: .

  Jiang Yi drove, Si Bai sat in the co-pilot, and Meng Yao sat in the back seat.

   Because of this weird relationship, Jiang Yi looked back from time to time.

   "Did you know that there has been a gust of yin and yang in the capital recently?"

   "What wind?" Jiang Yi answered casually.

   "Jiang Fu is still alive," Si Bai said word by word while looking at Jiang Yi's profile.

   "What does Mr. Si think he looks like?"

"like what?"

"It's like the pile of **** that a person with constipation insists on pulling out. It can't come out, but they just want to struggle a little bit. Finally, they have to retract. Why are you testing me like this? I won't follow you. However, I won’t have too much financial entanglement with you, so why do you look like a Longjing in 1982?” Jiang Yi casually ran back while driving.

  In the back seat, Mengyao seemed to hear something she didn't understand, she leaned on the back of the driver's seat and looked at Jiang Yi: "What does Longjing mean in 1982?"

   "Old green tea."

  (end of this chapter)