Chapter 354: 354 The title is too difficult, I don’t want to

Chapter 354: 354 The title is too difficult, I don’t want to

   Chapter 354 The 354 title is too difficult, I don’t want to

  As soon as Mengyao's ironic words came out, Si Bai's face turned cold instantly, and he stared at her without saying a word, the air in the room was quite embarrassingly silent.

  Wen Ziqi stood aside and looked at the expressions of the two, a little unwilling to stand here and spend time with them.

  Coughed pretendingly, looked at Mengyao and said intentionally: "Why don't Secretary Meng go out to chat with President Si?"

   Talk?

  Mengyao was naturally not happy.

  There is nothing to talk about between her and Si Bai.

  The two of them have reached the point where they are now, and it is a waste of words to say anything.

   What's more, as Fu Xiting said, this man is a wimp.

  Mengyao didn't respond to Wen Ziqi's words, but turned around slightly with her arms folded, her back facing Si Bai.

  This behavior already explained everything.

  Wen Ziqi cursed a dirty word in his heart, got it! He is going to change his career, the aunt of the neighborhood committee or the mediator of the divorce office.

  These two jobs are more suitable for his current situation.

  Didn't do anything these two days, just helped Mengyao deal with Si Bai's trash.

   And the most hateful thing is that this garbage is like a brown candy, and it can't be shaken off.

   "President Si? Should you leave or should I call the police?"

   "Don't Mr. Wen think that you should go out in this situation?"

  Wen Ziqi was a little funny: "My house? You let me out? Why don't you drive Chang'e out of the moon palace and drive humans out of the earth if you are so awesome?"

"I just want to give you some face for the sake of our cooperation. Just because I give you face doesn't mean I'm afraid of you, and it doesn't mean I should make a wedding dress for you. Mr. Si, do you go by yourself or me?" Call the police?"

  Si Bai looked at Mengyao.

  The latter still turned his back to him, and didn't have the slightest intention to turn around.

  …..

  Mengyao heard the sound of closing the door and knew that Si Bai had left. When she turned to look over, a tablecloth was thrown towards her.

   Mengyao tore off the tablecloth from her head in a panic.

"What are you doing?"

   "Where did the clothes come from? They're disheveled and inappropriate."

  Before Mengyao got an answer, Wen Ziqi's voice of questioning came.

  It's okay for her and Si Bai to dress like this. He is an outsider, how dare Mengyao be so unrestrained?

   But who do you not pay attention to?

   "In your closet."

   "Fart! How could there be women's clothes in my closet?"

   Mengyao pursed her lips, with an unhappy expression on her face: "There is one more thing, you just go and see it."

"Red."

   "I don't know who has such a strange vision, red and green."

  While talking, Mengyao walked to the sofa again, picked up the blanket on the sofa and wrapped herself in it.

  The person who was originally in home clothes deliberately changed into this clothes when he heard that Si Bai was coming.

  She came in a hurry and didn't even have luggage, let alone clothes.

  This is how Wen Ziqi said where did the clothes come from.

  Wen Ziqi went upstairs with a cold face, then left and returned.

  As soon as she reached the stairs, Mengyao said leisurely: "Is it?"

"Mr. Wen? This won't be the base of your golden house, right? I saw the brand of this dress, an Italian luxury high-end brand. A dress starts at more than 100,000 yuan. There is no upper limit, and ordinary people can't afford it. I Wouldn't it be a good thing to disturb Mr. Wen?"

  Wen Ziqi walked to the opposite side of the sofa with a cold face, and didn't have time to tidy up the messy documents on the coffee table.

  He looked at Meng Yao with a tense expression: "Is Secretary Meng trying to use me as a tool to get rid of Si Bai?"

   "I won't be happy when Mr. Wen says that about himself."

  Mengyao pulled the blanket up to her chin: "If a scumbag like Si Bo needs Mr. Wen to take action, it would be disrespectful to Mr. Wen."

   Wen Ziqi sneered, a woman's mouth is a deceiving ghost.

  Thirty-year-old women are even worse.

  Mengyao has experienced a round of cars, houses, tickets, careers, and men in Mengyao's rank.

  She is not only proficient in shopping malls, she is even more proficient with men.

  The reason why Si Bai put a hole on Si Bai is nothing more than unwillingness to reconcile with the relationship of the past eight years.

  Wen Zi looked forward to Mengyao, and had a panoramic view of this woman's beauty.

  The woman who was lying on the sofa like a salted fish one second to drink away her worries, changed into an expensive dress and stood in front of her ex-boyfriend with high fighting spirit.

  At this moment, after her ex-boyfriend left, she used a bright smile to confuse herself, an outsider.

  Wen Ziqi reached out to pick up the cigarette case on the coffee table: "Do you want it?"

   "If you are willing to share," Mengyao is not hypocritical.

  Wen Ziqi handed her a cigarette and lit it for her with a lighter.

  Mengyao thought he wanted to smoke, so she bought one for herself.

   Unexpectedly, the man stopped and had no other intentions.

   "You don't smoke?"

   "Everyone knows that I don't smoke."

   Mengyao: ... "Then you light a cigarette for me?"

   "I see that your mouth is a little fluttering, so smoke slowly."

   Mengyao: ...

   "Secretary Meng, after smoking this cigarette, remember to settle the bill with me, and forget everything else. Remember to reimburse me for the dress you are wearing."

"I have no money."

   "It doesn't matter, Si Bai has money, I can ask him for it."

   "Mr. Wen wouldn't send a woman into a tiger's mouth just for a dress, would he?"

  Wen Ziqi rummaged on the table, then took out an invoice, and put it in front of Mengyao: "1.7 million."

   Mengyao: ...

  She didn't care about the high price of this dress, but she was curious that a person like Wen Ziqi still kept the invoice after buying the clothes?

   "My mother's hand-picked birthday gift is now worn on you. Not to mention the original value of this dress, just because of its intentions, Secretary Meng probably can't afford it."

   "Sorry," Mengyao apologized, "I thought-."

  Wen Ziqi raised his hand to stop her words.

  I clicked on the invoice: "A thousand words are worth a huge sum of money, so go to bed early."

   After speaking, the man went upstairs without looking back.

  In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Yi was awakened by a rush of cell phone ringing.

   Subconsciously, she reached for the phone.

  Just as he picked it up, there was a lengthy silence from the other side.

  The latter frowned slightly, the dazed person just wanted to take the phone away to see whose call it was.

  The phone disappeared from the palm.

  Accompanied by the man's deep voice: "What's the matter?"

  Jiang Yi suddenly lost all sleepiness, opened his eyes and propped himself up, trying to sit up.

  Fu Xiting's palm fell on her shoulder and pushed her back on the bed.

  He raised his hand to soothe her hair.

   It's like stroking a cat.

  When Guan Qing finished the phone call early in the morning, he felt uneasy in his heart.

  Of course he knew that Mr. Jiang was in a good mood recently because Mr. Jiang was in a good mood, but he really didn't expect that Mr. Jiang answered the phone call in the early morning.

   He stuttered and finished reporting the matter.

  Just after receiving the call, he sighed heavily and sat on the bed. His wife came in with her daughter in her arms.

  He took the child, hugged and teased him.

   Only then did I calm down my impetuous heart.

   "Whose phone?"

  Jiang Yi lay on the bed without any sleepiness, looking at Fu Xiting with extremely nervous eyes.

   It seemed that he was afraid of answering a call that he shouldn't have.

   "Guan Qing's, it's okay, don't be nervous."

  Fu Xiting gently comforted him.

  He wanted to pour a glass of water when he got up in the morning, but before he picked up the glass, he heard the phone ringing loudly upstairs.

   Worried about disturbing Jiang Yi, he hurried upstairs, but the phone was answered by Jiang Yi,

   It's not that he's worried that Jiang Yi won't be able to answer the phone call. He's more afraid of disturbing his wife's sleep than the incident being revealed.

  Wrapped in a quilt, Jiang Yi rubbed against Fu Xiting's legs: "Scare me."

  The man laughed lightly and stroked her hair: "Good boy."

"what time is it?"

   "Six thirty," the curtains were closed, making it impossible to see the sky outside.

   I don’t know what night it is without looking at the time.

   "Wake up so early?"

   "Get up and drink a glass of water."

   "Then Guan Qing?" Jiang Yi asked.

   It’s not like he also got up to drink water, right? The key is to listen to Guan Qing's tone of voice soberly.

  “He has been staring at the project in hand recently and needs to get up early for a meeting.”

  Jiang Yi became sober, stared at Fu Xiting with a slight smile and said, "Aren't capitalists ruthless?"

  "Capitalists are not ruthless, what is ruthless is the money in the hands of capitalists."

  Fu Xiting leaned over and kissed Jiang Yi's nose.

  Wake up in the morning, a woman is delicate.

  Fu Xiting sent him to the door, and Jiang Yi hooked him around his neck.

  The man was wrapped in a quilt and hugged him on his lap.

  As thick as the fog outside the window, so thick is the **** in the bedroom.

  As Fu Xiting said, it was only at this moment that he and Jiang Yi felt like a couple in love.

  In just a few days, the number of times the two got entangled was countless.

   Needless to say, one look means everything.

   "Go home early in the evening and make dumplings."

   "Why?" Jiang Yi was puzzled.

   "Winter Solstice," the man whispered.

   December 22, 2010, the winter solstice.

  On this day, the capital was foggy and the visibility was less than ten meters.

  Frequent rear-end collisions occurred on the road, and traffic in the entire capital was paralyzed several times.

  This also includes Fu Xiting.

  As soon as Jiang Yi entered the company, Wen Sirui came in with her mobile phone: "Mr. Fu was in a car accident."

  Jiang Yi tightened her bag, reached out to take the phone from Wen Sirui's hand, looked down at the content of the post bar, and returned the phone to her after a while: "It's just a normal rear-end collision, what kind of car accident?"

   "That's what the people in the post bar wrote."

   "Stop watching such unnutritious things," Jiang Yi pulled out his chair and sat down.

  Wen Sirui shrugged: "You don't let me see, and Ai Hao made me pay too much attention."

"He said you are a salty fish. I can't keep salty anymore, or the company will go bankrupt. I went back last night and paid attention to it, and I think it has some effect. For example, someone said in the post bar that Zhao Ying went to see Shiyue last night. gone."

  Jiang Yi's hand that was about to pick up the cup froze in the air.

   Zhao Ying went to find Shiyue?

"Do you also think it's useful?" Seeing Jiang Yi's hesitation, Wen Sirui continued, "Don't tell me, those wealthy ladies in the capital love to gossip, and these gossip information can just let us spy on something. , isn’t killing two birds with one stone? No wonder Ai Hao is so clear about the relationship map of the capital’s characters, so it turned out that he broke into the enemy’s interior.”

   "You don't have to do anything else today, just keep an eye on Chengwen, and tell me if he has any trouble."

   "Okay, are you ready to take this case?"

  Wen Sirui has recently been brainwashed by Ai Hao very successfully, adhering to the idea that if you have money, you don't make a bastard, and prepare to instigate Jiang Yi.

  Where did the idea start, Jiang Yi opened it up by himself.

   "Well, don't want the money delivered to your door for nothing."

   "Let Ai Hao go to Shiyue's ward to check her mouth and see if she sees anyone."

  Wen Sirui went out, Jiang Yi picked up the phone to call Fu Xiting, but the other side hung up and did not answer.

  Just as she was about to send a text message, the man's message came: "No problem, I'm in a meeting, don't worry."

  Seven words tell everything.

  Jiang Yi breathed a sigh of relief and put the phone on the table.

   While packing up files.

  A business card slipped out of the folder.

  She picked it up and looked at Wu Mei's beauty salon.

   It should not be a beauty parlor now.

  In recent years, Wu Mei invited celebrities to sit on the stage, and invited foreign experts to do the work.

   It has long been a place where rich ladies in the capital flock to.

  Women never stop on the road to becoming beautiful, let alone rich women. There are rich and wealthy wealthy ladies in the capital. They just need a place to spend their leisure time.

  Wu Mei's place is the best place for them.

  Jiang Yi hooked her lips, reached out and threw the business card into the trash can.

  …

  Wen Sirui's closed door is definitely settled.

  Tao Juan blocked the door of the ward to prevent her from entering.

  She was not in a hurry, but looked at Tao Juan with a smile on her face: "You should know that Mr. Cheng has hired us as an agent. It may not be a good thing that we are not allowed to meet Miss Shi now."

   "Miss Shi said, if you have anything to say to her lawyer."

   "Really? Our President Jiang said that some things are still inconvenient for outsiders to see," Wen Sirui took out the document from his bag and handed it to her: "Then please give this to Miss Shi."

  Wen Sirui's non-tanglement surprised Tao Juan.

  She took the document into the ward and handed it to Shiyue: "It's from Jiang Yi's secretary."

   Shiyue leaned on the hospital bed and reached out to take it.

   Didn't rush to look at it, but told Tao Juan: "Go and see if the doctor is here."

  Tao Juan went out, she took the documents and threw them into the cabinet beside her, without any intention of looking at them.

  No matter what Jiang Yi sends here now, the purpose is to disrupt her plan. Knowing this, what is the need to look at?

  No matter what, she must win this struggle with Cheng Wen.

   "You said, shouldn't Mr. Cheng seek a lawyer at a time like this?

  Why did you go to Miss Jiang? "

   "Because he knows that he can't win a lawyer, and he has no chance of winning this matter from the beginning," Shiyue said with confidence.

   This day, the winter solstice.

  Tao Juan brought dumplings over for dinner. When Shi Yue saw the dumplings in the thermos, she seemed to suddenly recall something sad, and a drop of tears fell into the thermos.

  【Let’s eat some dumplings! 】

  【Don’t cry, it hurts when a girl cries】

  【This home will give you warmth】

【good! 】

  The Fu family many years ago was a place where she had received warmth briefly in her life, but now everything has become a phantom.

   Who is to blame?

Own?

   Or father?

   Or the cruel Fu Xiting?

   "What's wrong with you?" Seeing Shiyue's sudden loss of control, Tao Juan was a little at a loss.

   Shiyue wiped away tears: "It's okay."

   Tenosynovitis made me grumpy, I wrote 4,000 words for six hours, and my claws were about to break

  

  

  (end of this chapter)