MTL - Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated-Chapter 318 319: Is this all I can do?

  Chapter 318 319: Is this all I can do?

   What's more, at this moment, Fu Xiting is still being plotted against.

  There are wolves in front and tigers in back, and the opponent is strong, and if they fail, they will die.

   It is not an exaggeration to say that there are internal and external troubles in a sentence.

  Jiang Yi's body is worrisome, and the opponents outside are chasing after him.

  If there is a little carelessness, I am afraid that any decision Fu Xiting made in Southeast Asia some time ago will fall short. And the vice presidents of Dongting Group who followed him through life and death. Also risk nothing.

  The opponent's schemes are intertwined, and on his side.

   At the critical moment, the chain will be lost.

   In this case, the chances of winning are not great.

   "The painting is wrapped."

  When Tao Juan entered Shiyue's office, she saw someone bowing her head and thinking about something.

   "Leave it alone!"

   "Your Madam came to see us, could it be that we have provoked someone recently?"

   Shiyue has been thinking about how to gain a firm foothold in the capital during this time.

   Didn't think about anything else at all.

  Your Madam's sudden visit today made her unable to figure it out for a while.

  It seems that I have fallen into a huge whirlpool.

  She is in this vortex, but she doesn't know what role she plays in this vortex, and where she stands.

   It seems like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered on a sticky board.

   Maybe it will die.

   Shiyue leaned on the chair and shook her head: "I don't know."

   "Then we? Are you still going?"

  Tao Juan was a little worried.

Although their studio received rich ladies and rich ladies during this period, most of these people came for Cheng Wen. If there was no identity of Cheng Wen, Shiyue's studio would not be able to work even if it had been open for three or five years. Can't get into this circle.

   Of course you should cherish the things you have acquired with great difficulty.

  If you don't cherish it. The immediate reputation is very likely to evaporate.

   "Go, if you don't go into the tiger's lair, you won't get a tiger cub. If you don't go in and have a look, how do we know what kind of medicine she sells in the gourd?"

  …

  Yu Garden.

  The old Chinese doctor came out of the bedroom with his front foot, Fu Xiting came up with his heel, took the door and asked, "How is it?"

   "No way, I can only keep it!"

"People with qi and blood deficiency are prone to fatigue. Mrs. Fu is only in her 20s, but her internal organs are like an old man in her 60s. Her inner core cannot support her current body, so she will appear in a very empty state. , the whole person is not energetic, and it is easy to cause some minor problems."

   "The physical fitness brought out in the mother's womb is difficult to cure no matter how you adjust it after adulthood. The only way now is to supplement with food and medicine, and Mrs. Fu herself needs to exercise more to keep her body and mind comfortable."

  Fu Xiting's expression turned ugly when he heard what the doctor said.

   "There is no other way?"

   "No, Mr. Fu must not believe in any folk remedies."

  The old Chinese doctor looked at Fu Xiting and seemed to think that he was very kind, and the popular science voice followed one sentence after another.

  Adhering to the belief that these rich people will do anything wrong with their own money, popular science started to popularize the things that money cannot reverse in this world.

  After seeing off someone to leave, Fu Xiting did not return to the bedroom in a hurry.

   Instead, he stood under the eaves and asked Fang Chi for a cigarette, and lit it with his fingertips. Fu Xiting had already forgotten how many days he hadn't smoked a cigarette seriously.

  The scheming and scheming and Jiang Yi's physical affairs over the past few days made him exhausted to a critical point.

   It seems that it only takes an instant to knock him down.

   This day.

  When Guan Qing went to Yu Garden with the documents, before he got out of the car, he saw this man sitting under the eaves with his hands together and lighting a cigarette.

  The whole body was shrouded in decadence.

  Where is the half-hearted spirit of the past?

   "Sir, Your Excellency found Mr. Jiang."

   "What are you doing?" Fu Xiting reached out and lit the cigarette ash in the air.

   "I don't know yet."

   "There is also a situation at the Lin family."

   "Say," the man said concisely.

"Zhou Wentang went to mourn Lin Qinghe this morning, and the old lady of the Lin family insisted that Lin Qinghe's death was related to you in front of everyone, but Secretary Zhou didn't seem to give much reaction, but justified for you, Said you were hurt too."

   Zhou Wentang?

  Fu Xiting raised his hand and took a breath.

   His face was gloomy.

"anything else?"

"There is also the matter of Zhao Ying. Zhou Wentang brought Zhao Ying to the hotel, and the two chatted for a while. It is said that Zhao Ying was a little delirious when he came out, and he fainted as he walked. Taken to the hospital."

  Fu Xiting narrowed his eyes slightly: "Delirious?"

"yes."

   "It's smart," the man sneered.

  Appearing naked in someone else's coffin, the possibility of Zhao Ying staying in the capital is almost zero.

  At this time, she doesn't pretend to be crazy and stupid, but finds a way out for herself.

   What awaits her will be a catastrophe.

  The Zhao family has not been completed as it is now. If Zhao Ying still wants to make the Zhao family go to death faster, no one can stop it.

  But if she wants to keep the Zhao family.

  Do nothing. Just stay invisible in this battle of giants.

  Not participating is the best way to protect yourself.

   "I'm very worried about what Secretary Zhou will say to Zhao Ying." Guan Qing looked at Fu Xiting with a worried expression on his face.

  Fu Xiting raised his hand and took a puff of a cigarette, his eyes blurred: "He won't."

"Why?"

"Zhou Wentang is a smart man. He follows Meng Qian and knows who Meng Qian is than anyone else. Judging from what Meng Qian has done these days, in order to beat me in this struggle, anyone Everyone can sacrifice."

   "If you can sacrifice anyone, you can also sacrifice Zhou Wentang."

   "If Zhou Wentang doesn't give himself some retreat at this time, he will definitely end up worse than those in Southeast Asia."

  "Death is not terrible, what is terrible is dying with injustice, and there is nowhere to redress the injustice."

   "Where is the Lin family?"

  Guan Qing is waiting for Fu Xiting's will.

  The Lin family has been favored by Fu Xiting more than once. Now that Lin Qinghe has passed away, Mrs. Lin insists that Fu Xiting's death is related to Lin Qinghe's death in front of all the guests.

  If they don't take some action now, then in the entire capital, anyone can step on the head of the Dongting Group.

   "Pull someone out to report him."

   "It's safe for me to land, and I have to be willing."

  Guan Qing understood, nodded and turned to leave.

  In less than an hour, the news media have already begun to publicize what happened to Lin Qinghe during his lifetime.

   What's more, someone directly threw out the evidence.

  Like Zhao Zhen, he couldn't die well.

  The moment the evidence was thrown out, some media rushed to the funeral home.

  Since you can’t learn to shut up, learn to pay for your actions!

  Fu Xiting threw the cigarette **** in his hand on the ground, got up and looked at Guan Qing who was standing in the yard, looked at the documents in his hand, and told him to put them in the study.

  Fu Xiting just entered the bedroom.

  Heard low sobs and weak comforting voices.

  Yi Tian was crying, but Jiang Yi wanted to comfort her.

   This combination is really strange.

  Jiang Yi leaned on the bed, the voice of comforting Yi Tian continued.

  Fu Xiting stood at the door, covering his lips and coughing slightly. Compared with sympathizing with Yi Tian's tragic experience, he now cares more about Jiang Yi's body

  Yi Tian's compassion is far less important to Fu Xiting than Jiang Yi's health.

  Yi Tian heard Fu Xiting coughing, got up hurriedly, said something to you and left.

  Fu Xiting sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Jiang Yi, whose face was pale and bloodless, and reached out to hook the hair on her face behind her ears, but someone slowly turned her head away.

"what did the doctor say?"

  Fu Xiting withdrew his hand that was frozen in mid-air: "The disease brought out of the mother's womb cannot be cured, it can only be raised."

  Jiang Yi stared at Fu Xiting, as if waiting for him to continue.

   "Yi Tian said that you were born prematurely at seven and a half months. In those days, it was not easy to survive."

Jiang Yi understood that ever since she entered Jiang Yi's body, she often felt powerless. Whether it was staying up late at school to study, or staying up late after work and working overtime, there was always a kind of physical fitness that was not as good as the soul Running speed.

  Jiang Yi always felt strange.

  Thinking of her early twenties, she only sleeps for three hours a day and can still be alive and well the next day.

   But Jiang Yi's body can't do it.

   Seven or eight cups of coffee a day still can't resist the physiological drowsiness.

  Everyone else is reborn as a big boss with golden fingers, but she is on the body of a modern Lin Daiyu.

   It doesn't work here, and it's not comfortable there.

   "That's it?"

  Fu Xiting didn't dare to respond too much.

  Jiang Yi just felt a little dizzy.

   "Is this all I can do?"

   Facing Jiang Yi's cold questioning, Fu Xiting didn't know how to speak to ease the tense atmosphere.

  The air in the bedroom was once so cramped that it was hard to breathe.

  Fu Xiting sighed slightly under Jiang Yi's silent gaze: "Your Excellency found Mr. Jiang."

"when?"

"just!"

  Jiang Yi's eyes are deep and deep. Your Excellency went to find Mr. Jiang this time because he wanted to use Mr. Jiang's time to deal with them. There is nothing you can do?

   Or do you know that you can't deal with Fu Xiting completely, and you need foreign aid?

   "You let him go?" Jiang Yi looked at Fu Xiting. If his struggle with Your Excellency is still going on, then it is not wise to let Mr. Jiang go to see Your Excellency.

   "If you don't let them go to Meng Qian, how can you draw the cake completely?"

  If old man Jiang doesn't go, how can he know what method Meng Qian has thought of to deal with him.

  …

   "Your Excellency, Mr. Jiang is here, in the reception room."

  Zhou Wentang stood at the door of Meng Qian's office.

  The latter did not deal with official business. On this sunny afternoon, he sharpened his ink and wrote a poem.

  Zhou Wentang looked at the scene in front of him, and remembered that many years ago in the Fu family's villa, Meng Qian once stood in front of the desk, rubbing ink and writing poems.

   At that time, Fu Xiting was beside him.

  The two of them used to stand together and chant poems and fight against each other, but now there is no poem reciting, only confrontation.

   The flashes of swords and swords you come and go take away the lives of many people.

  Fu Xiting is Fu Xiting, and Meng Qian is also Meng Qian.

   "Keep him waiting."

   Inviting to come is a disgrace.

  Zhou Wentang understands.

  With Mr. Jiang's rank, he is not qualified to enter the gate.

  Mr. Jiang never thought in his life that he would one day become a guest of the Meng family.

   At the pinnacle of power, where he aspires.

   "Mr. Jiang, Your Excellency is busy, please wait a moment."

  The staff brought a cup of tea to him and explained softly.

  The old man agreed.

   About half an hour later, the old man seemed to realize that something was wrong.

   But don't know what went wrong.

   Until three hours passed, after sitting in the reception room and drinking cup after cup of tea, he obviously felt that Your Excellency called him to come up this time on purpose.

  Maybe it was just to keep him dry.

   "Secretary Zhou," the old man stopped Zhou Wentang when he passed by the door of the reception room.

  And Zhou Wentang stopped and looked back at him, and said politely: "Mr. Jiang."

   "I don't know why you called me here today?"

Zhou Wentang looked around, saw no one, stepped into the reception room, closed the door with his backhand, looked at the old man with a serious look and said, "Your Excellency invited Mr. Jiang to talk about academic matters, but what's the matter?" , just received a call..."

   Zhou Wentang hesitated to speak.

  The old man hurriedly said: "Secretary Zhou, but it's okay to say."

"Mr. Jiang doesn't know, you have had some conflicts with your nephew recently. Your relationship with your nephew has always been very good, but recently, I don't know whether it's because of getting married or what. The relationship between the two has dropped sharply. You just sent a big message fire."

  The old man listened in a cloud of fog, and he didn't understand the relationship between the characters at all.

  So he looked at Zhou Wentang: "I really don't understand what Secretary Zhou said."

   "Your nephew is Fu Dong. The old man still has to go back and tell his granddaughter clearly that the wind around the pillow is a good thing, but some winds can blow, and some winds can't."

   "And which winds can blow and which winds dare not blow, you have to figure it out yourself."

  The old man froze in place in a daze, his mind was full of the sentence, Fu Xiting is your nephew.

  If this is the case...then why the Jiang family has no way to rise!

   "Why has never heard of Fu Dong being your nephew in the capital?" The old man was very puzzled.

Zhou Wentang stood in front of the old man in a black suit: "Whether it's your Excellency or Director Fu, I don't like others prying too much into my private life. To put it bluntly, whether it's a relative nephew or a relative uncle, it's their own business." , has nothing to do with outsiders, Mr. Jiang had better keep this in mind, if any rumors leak out, you should know the consequences."

   "Yes, yes, thank you Secretary Zhou for reminding me," the old man nodded repeatedly, and he almost knelt down and kowtowed Zhou Wentang to express his gratitude.

   "You're welcome! I'll send someone to send Mr. Jiang back."

   "How's it going?"

  Zhou Wentang sent the old man away and returned to Meng Qian's office.

   "Let's go," Zhou Wentang responded.

   "According to my request?" Meng Qian asked again.

"yes!"

   "It turns out that Fu Xiting doesn't want to recognize me as an uncle. I'd like to see who these wealthy families in the capital will choose when they know that I have a bad relationship with Fu Xiting."

  Speaking, Meng Qian slammed the brush in his hand on the table.

  Zhou Wentang was silent for a while, nodded slightly, and stood quietly aside.

   Meng Qian: Let them know that I have a grudge against Fu Xiting

   Zhou Wentang: Mr. Fu is your nephew, Mr. Fu is your nephew +1008611

   half a month later

   Meng Qian: Have you become enemies with Fu Xiting?

   Zhou Wentang: No, I’m getting more and more flattered ()OMG!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)