Chapter 368: 367: Husband~~

Chapter 368: 367: Husband~~

  Chapter 368 367 Husband

   It is true what Fu Xiting said, if the original owner's body was not kept alive with money, I'm afraid he would have died long ago.

  Jiang Yi lay on the sofa feeling powerless.

  She wanted to struggle, but her physical weakness prevented her from doing so.

  Wen Sirui came in after Ai Hao, saw Jiang Yi's expression, worried, and called Ai Hao to go out.

   Leaned over and touched Jiang Yi's forehead: "Are you all right?"

   "It's okay," Jiang Yi shook his head weakly.

  Wen Sirui looked at her expression, she didn't look like she was okay.

  Jiang Yi originally wanted to speak, but her initial desire was washed away by a sense of nausea. She reached out to pat Wen Sirui's hand, and pointed to the trash can in the corner.

  Wen Sirui quickly fished over the trash can beside him, Jiang Yi lay on top of the trash can, and vomited it out with a wow.

  The sound of vomiting is like wave after wave.

  Wen Sirui sat beside her, patted her on the back, poured water and handed tissues.

   After a long time, Jiang Yi calmed down, lying on the sofa panting as if he had lost half his life.

  Wen Sirui wiped the residual juice from her mouth, Jiang Yi turned his head to avoid it, and took the tissue in her hand: "I will do it myself."

   "Are you—are you pregnant?"

  Wen Sirui was confused.

   This symptom is very familiar to her, her mother and her roommate who secretly became pregnant when she was in college.

  Jiang Yi's symptoms are no different from those of these people.

  She didn't intend to hide anything, so she nodded in agreement.

   "Does Director Fu know?" Wen Sirui's eyes were full of worry, a divorced couple, the wife is now pregnant, is it a good thing or a bad thing?

"Know."

  Wen Sirui heaved a sigh of relief, Fu Xiting is not such an irresponsible man: "Then what is Director Fu going to do?"

   "Boss, there is a man named Su Sheng at the door."

  Ai Hao stopped people at the door and came up to inform Jiang Yi.

  Jiang Yi propped himself up and sat up from the sofa. After a while, he walked to the office window and opened the curtains to take a look.

  The second generation ancestor was standing in the yard driving a limited edition sports car.

  Pretending to be a social elite.

  Jiang Yi turned and went downstairs.

Wen Sirui followed closely behind: "Are you going to meet him? I heard that his private life is as chaotic as an ant queen. In his eyes, the wealthy ladies in the capital are divided into two types, one is the one that has been tortured, and the other is Waiting to be destroyed."

   "Heh—" Jiang Yi sneered: "There is no lack of means to deal with this kind of person."

  Su Sheng was very ostentatious this day, standing in the yard, when he saw Jiang Yi coming out, he immediately stood up.

   "What wind brought Prince Su here?" Jiang Yi endured the disgusting smell of perfume on his body.

  Looking at him, her whole body is full of coquettishness.

  In the past, only Fu Xiting could see the character, but today Su Sheng enjoys this blessing.

   And Jiang Yi's flattering voice made Su Sheng's soul start to shake.

Everyone knows that he is Su Xin's adopted son, but the adopted son is not his own son after all. Although these people in the capital admire him and respect him on the outside, in private, no one says that he is a dou who cannot be supported. However, it was fine when Fu Xiting's identity was not revealed.

  But since Fu Xiting's identity was exposed, his role as a nephew has surpassed that of his adopted son.

   Who is Fu Xiting?

  Capitalists, traders, control economic power.

  Compared to my own ignorance. Relying on the relationship to get into an insignificant position.

   He has nothing to say and has a very bad reputation in the capital.

   Before Fu Xiting's relationship was exposed, he was still able to talk in the capital.

  But ever since Fu Xiting's relationship broke out, everyone saw him as if he was a poor man who couldn't eat and went begging in the streets.

  Jiang Yi's voice of "Prince Lord" was already a long time ago.

   "Isn't Jiang always calling it wrong? If you want to say the prince, your ex-husband is."

  Jiang Yi stood with his hands in his pockets, facing the wind, his long hair fluttering in the wind: "Really? It doesn't matter to me whether he is or not."

   "This divorce is really different."

  Jiang Yi smiled.

  Su Sheng hooked his hands, signaling Jiang Yi to go over.

  Jiang Yi stepped on Martin boots and walked towards Su Sheng.

   Standing beside him, Su Sheng knocked on the trunk: "Open it and have a look. The last time we met was too abrupt and I didn't prepare a gift for you. I'll make it up today."

  Jiang Yi pretended to be surprised and opened the trunk. Suddenly, a bunch of flowers in the trunk came into view. There was a Disney limited edition doll in the center of the flowers.

  Jiang Yi: ...This is a **** thing.

   "How is it? Do you like it?"

  Jiang Yi endured it, held back his swearing, and nodded slowly: "Not bad."

  Compared to Fu Xiting's mansion, bags, and shares, you are nothing short of rubbish.

  Suddenly, I feel that Fu Xiting's kind of man who gives gold and doesn't understand his style has merits compared to this kind of stingy who wants nothing but white wolves.

   Sure enough, there is no harm without comparison.

   Another day of thinking about Fu Xiting.

  Su Sheng raised his eyebrows: "Doesn't it prove that I have made progress?"

  Jiang Yi smiled but not: "Yes."

   Probably Jiang Yi's tone was too blunt, and the blunt Su Sheng finally found the difference.

   "What does Mr. Jiang like? I'll make it up for you next time."

  Jiang Yi was not polite, and pointed to the trunk casually: "Exchanging all the flowers into US dollars, it's almost the same."

  If one trunk of flowers is exchanged for one trunk of dollars, it must be several million dollars, right?

   What's more, Su Sheng drives an off-road vehicle. If the trunk is full of dollars—he won't go bankrupt?

   Facing Jiang Yi's straightforward and straightforward request, Su Sheng was stunned.

Jiang Yi seemed to think of something suddenly, and said, "Did I make things difficult for you? I'm sorry! It's all because of that **** Fu Xiting who has made my appetite worse and worse in the past few years. I forgot, you are not him , then my request is just—a reduction?"

  Puff——Behind him, Ai Hao, who had been watching the show with his arms folded, couldn't help laughing.

  Looking at Su Sheng, he yelled angrily: "Brother, can you do it? You really deserve to let a woman lower her standards."

  Su Sheng, this person needs to save his face, otherwise he wouldn’t be here after so many years

  Su Xin's expression changed.

"You want to chase our Boss Jiang. Our Boss Jiang is also a female entrepreneur after all, not to mention hundreds of millions of dollars! It's almost the same. Even if you don't count the alimony given by Fu Dong, the rest of your life must be worry-free. You Want to chase such a woman, get a bunch of flowers in the trunk, and add a Disney doll? Are you chasing a female entrepreneur like a female college student? Isn’t this a joke?”

   "Is it okay? Can't you raise one from Shuidi?"

   Ai Hao groaned, and kept encouraging him.

  Jiang Yi didn't speak, just looked at him eagerly.

   seemed to be expecting his answer.

  Su Sheng watched, Wallet wanted to retreat, but his face did not allow him to do so.

   "I must agree to Mr. Jiang's request, so today—Mr. Jiang will show his face and have a meal together?"

  Jiang Yi didn't think about it, so he said it's okay.

  …..

   "Are you really eating with that second generation ancestor Su Sheng?" Wen Sirui made it clear that he was worried.

  Aside, Ai Hao heard Wen Sirui's anxiety, and snorted disdainfully: "It's just a meal, what can you do to someone?"

"Just the stupid second-generation ancestor with a swollen face and a fat face is no different from the monkey in the circus," Ai Hao said, opening the door of Jiang Yi's office and holding up his index finger He put it on his lips to signal her to keep silent.

  Carefully held Jiang Yi's arm and walked to the corner of the stairs, motioning her to listen to the sound downstairs.

   "Have you figured it out?"

   "Wait, what's the rush?" Along with the voices of everyone talking, the faint crackling of the computer could be heard.

   "What's the price of a red rose?" someone asked.

   Someone came in with a mobile phone: "The florist said, there are thirty-one of this variety."

   "Where are the photos? Have you counted them all?"

   "199 pieces."

   "I figured it out. There are 199 red roses, and the unit price is 30, which means that the total price of the roses is 5870. Disney's limited edition dolls were released last quarter, and the regular price is no more than 1,000 yuan."

  When everyone calculated this number, they were collectively silent.

   Ai Hao stood beside Jiang Yi, his smiling shoulders trembling.

   "I miss Fu Dong."

   "+1."

   "Dong Fu, among other things, spending money is real money, not like this sting|pussy."

   "You said Mr. Jiang would not be blind, so get involved with this person?"

   "Then will he raise Mr. Jiang or Mr. Jiang will raise him?"

   "You can't find someone who can eat soft food?"

   "Director Fu is a real ceiling."

   "Do you know? Mr. Jiang's bag is almost 2 million today, and the high heels on his feet are more than 10,000. Just 6,000 yuan for this stupid thing wants to send our boss away?"

Ai Hao glanced at Jiang Yi, and made a six with his fingers: "Did you see that? The little stallion in the capital wants to tease you for six thousand yuan? Look at yourself, which accessory is lower than six?" A thousand dollars?"

  Jiang Yi gave Ai Hao a blank look: "Go down and tell them that when this person comes in the future, he has to hold him."

"Why?"

   "It's rare for someone to make me happy—."

  Ai Hao: .... Happy to buy, right?

understood.

  In the evening, Jiang Yi called Fu Xiting and told him to have dinner with Su Sheng and to go home later.

  Over there, the man's good mood throughout the day was punctured by Jiang Yi's phone call.

   "Who are you dining with?" Through the receiver, Jiang Yi could hear Fu Xiting's sinister tone.

   Mixed with displeasure, she looked like she was about to strangle her to death.

   "Su Sheng."

   "What are you doing with that retarded man?" The man's tone was high.

  He just ordered Qian Xingzhi to purchase ingredients, and he planned to cook a candlelight dinner to celebrate in the evening.

   Unexpectedly, Jiang Yi directly made an appointment with Su Sheng.

  Jiang Yi stabilized his throat, picked up the cup and took a sip of water: "Guan Qing said that you recently turned down all the social engagements? Husband, are you obsessed with the warmth of the world instead of a quick solution at the critical moment?"

  When Fu Xiting continued to talk on the phone, Guan Qing happened to be standing beside him.

  His cold gaze moved directly to Guan Qing, causing the person concerned to shiver in fright.

  Something is unclear.

   Qi returns to Qi.

  But he was secretly happy. Jiang Yi's husband shouted that he felt comfortable all over his body, and his anger disappeared.

   "Call again," the man said the most tender words in the most serious tone.

  Jiang Yi frowned, showing tenderness: "Husband."

   I don't know if Jiang Yi's coaxing skills are too superb, or Fu Xiting is too content.

   This matter is over.

  In recent days in the capital, many people want to ask Fu Xiting out, but this person is really hard to get.

   This is the existence of the ceiling.

   It was difficult to make an appointment before, but now it is even better.

  Tonight, taking advantage of Jiang's accidental dining out, Fu Xiting decided to set up a club and held a small reception with all the entrepreneurs he had invited recently.

  In private clubs, the top floor is only open to the powerful.

  The champagne is beautiful, when the glasses are handed over, the crowd flatters more than the women present.

  During the banquet, there were many women who posted up to try to get close.

  Guan Qing stood beside Fu Xiting holding a cup, blocking one after another.

  Everyone joked that Guan Qing was the flower protector.

   And teased: "Secretary Guan, Director Fu is single now, you have to give him a chance!"

   "Aren't you kidding me?" Guan Qing teased back with a smile.

  Fu Xiting reached out and patted Guan Qing's shoulder.

  The latter retreated knowingly.

   "Fu Dong."

   "Miss Xu."

  Xu Song is still fresh in Fu Xiting's memory, a good young lady from a wealthy family who goes out to pry corners. And rely on this to make a fortune and form an industrial chain.

   Playing the sidelines of the law to help tigers.

  Xu Song smiled: "It's hard for Director Fu to remember me."

  Fu Xiting held the cup in his hand and raised it: "Which general wind did Miss Xu borrow to come in today?"

  Xu Songjiao laughed: "I will be sad when Director Fu said this."

  Guan Qing frowned slightly, taking precautions against Xu Song.

   "Mr. Fu should be very familiar with this place, right? After all, he is a frequent visitor."

   "At the beginning, Mrs. Fu was almost raped by Su Sheng, the second generation ancestor here. If she hadn't met the hero Fu and Dong to save the beauty, it would probably have caused a sensation in the capital at that time."

   "Ah, I made a mistake. It's the former Mrs. Fu. Director Fu won't mind if I say the wrong thing, right?"

  Some fragments flashed through Fu Xiting's mind.

  Jiang Yi rushed out from the corner in a daze, and threw herself on him, followed by a few shaven boys chasing after her.

   "Su Sheng is a small motor in the capital. This reputation is not for nothing."

  Xu Song clicked his tongue while talking.

  The lights in the venue were dimmed.

  Fu Xiting stood in a dark place, the flickering candlelight flickering his face.

  A pair of deep eyes are like wild wolves hiding in the dark.

  Although there was a smile on the corner of his lips, the murderous aura surrounding him remained undiminished.

   His lover.

  He can't afford to feel sorry for him, and it's too late for him to help cover those cruel pasts, but Xu Song!

  Say it in front of so many people.

  Damn it.

   Damn it.

  Fu Xiting slowly rubbed his fingertips hanging beside him.

   Seeing Fu Xiting's silence, everyone waited and watched for a while, not daring to speak casually.

  Everyone knows that Fu Xiting has never bothered to let a woman take the blame for a beauty, and he has never seen him feel sorry for any woman.

  Compared to those capitalists who start their hands after drinking too much, he is a clean stream, as immobile as a mountain, as cold as a Buddha,

  For his family, no matter good or bad, he always protects them outside.

  Now, someone is beating wildly on his bottom line, how can everyone not be discouraged.

  (end of this chapter)