MTL - Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated-Chapter 334 335: Have you ever told you that I love you?

  Chapter 334 Chapter 335: Have you ever told you that I love you?

  After the entanglement ended, Jiang Yi lay on the bed, all the bones in her body were clamoring and singing.

  Viscera squeeze together to fight for that little fresh air.

  Fu Xiting was lying on his side, with his arms folded behind his head, and he felt full afterwards, completely different from the drained Jiang Yi.

  The man's greeting palm walked on her back waist, along the waistline to the butterfly bone, and then down from the butterfly valley on the other side to the waistline, with provocative movements, and landed on her hips from time to time.

  The lazy look seems to be playing with rare treasures.

  Jiang Yi lay on the bed, letting him tease her.

   When the air intake is not much, life preservation is the most important thing.

  Fu Xiting's haze of the past few days was swept away, like a vampire who hadn't sucked blood for a long time suddenly had a big meal.

  That taste is even more wonderful as if it has absorbed Yang Qi.

  If the vice presidents of Dongting had known that this could be solved with a single shot, they would have tied Jiang Yi over.

   "So blatant, aren't you afraid that others will find out?" Jiang Yi lazily pulled her face out of the quilt.

  Fu Xiting moved closer and kissed her butterfly bone: "I must be fully prepared for letting you come."

  If he hadn't prepared for this, he would have been caught long ago.

   "You bought Mengyao too?"

   "That's not true," Fu Xiting curled Jiang Yi's hair with his fingertips, going up and down round and round.

   "What did Si Bai tell you today?"

   "Let me find Mengyao."

   "What did you say?" Jiang Yi turned over and was pulled into his arms by Fu Xiting.

"I did not say anything."

   "Really?" Jiang Yi didn't believe it.

   "What good does it do me to lie to you? Rest?"

  The man saw that Jiang Yi had the strength to speak, and his mind got up again.

  Jiang Yi's heartbeat stopped for a few beats when he heard these four words, wishing he could die on the spot.

   "No," she retorted.

  Fu Xiting pondered for a while, staring straight at Jiang Yi, making her feel apprehensive.

She shrank her neck, trying to reduce her sense of existence, while Fu Xiting, with her big palm covered under the quilt, her fingertips rising and falling like tapping on a piano, seriously recalled the past with Jiang Yi: "When will I go?" Southeast Asia?"

  Jiang Yi thought for a while, and didn't understand why Fu Xiting suddenly mentioned this, so he had to respond truthfully: "Early October."

   "What's the date?" Fu Xiting asked again.

   "Mid-November,"

   "How long has it been?" Fu Xiting stared at her, with whirlpools hidden in his eyes.

  Jiang Yi swallowed: "One and a half months."

The man nodded Wen Wen, as if he was afraid that Jiang Yi was not good at math, so he began to calculate for her: "One and a half months, forty-six days, 1,104 hours, we only did it this time tonight, Miss Jiang , you probably forgot what you promised me?"

  Jiang Yi: ...was dug by this man again.

Jiang Yi pursed her lips, and did not admit defeat. She put her hand around Fu Xiting's neck, flattering and coquettish: "One time for Fu Xiting, two hours, 120 minutes, according to the average person's ten minutes, that is 12 times gone."

  Fu Xiting didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard Jiang Yi's crooked words.

   Is he praising him or is he trying to do something?

   "Ten minutes at a time?" The man asked, "You compare me to those who can't lift?"

  Jiang Yi: ... "It's just a hypothesis."

  Fu Xiting: "This assumption is not valid."

   "Don't...,"

have to! She has become Fu Xiting's Chinese food again.

  In the early morning of the next day, Fu Xiting called Guan Qing to bring a change of clothes and breakfast. Just as the things were put down, a lion's roar sounded in the bedroom.

  Fu Xiting went in, and didn't see Jiang Yi on the bed, but squatted on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed.

   "What's the matter?" The man walked over in his nightgown, and the first thing he saw was Jiang Yi's damp **** lying on the ground.

  This underwear, if you take it off overnight, it will be out of shape by now.

  Fu Xiting watched, couldn't help laughing a little, stretched out his hand and touched his nose: "Change another one."

   "Do I have it?" Jiang Yi asked back with a cold face, sinister and fierce.

  Fu Xiting:

   Indeed no.

  This is not Yu Garden, this is not the villa where Jiang Yi lives now.

   At best, it can only be regarded as a temporary hotel. He occasionally comes here to take a rest. This is before marriage, and after marriage, he rarely comes here.

   "Wash and dry?" Fu Xiting gave a solution. Even if Jiang Yi was unwilling, it seemed that there was no better choice.

   "Eat breakfast first," the man helped his lover up from the ground, and took Jiang Yi's hand to the restaurant.

   "Did you go down and buy it?" Combined with the man's neat clothes, it's not difficult for Jiang Yi to think.

   "En," Fu Xiting responded.

   Rare, really rare.

The two have stayed in Yu Garden for a long time, and all daily life is handled by servants. Under the premise of relying on others for everything, there will be less human fireworks, but Fu Xiting's behavior this morning reminds Jiang Yi of They left Zou Yin and Jiang Kuo.

  The kind of ordinary daily life.

  Although it is bland and tasteless, at least it is mixed with true feelings.

   "Where's Fang Chi?"

  Jiang Yi was puzzled, shouldn't this kind of thing be Fang Chi's responsibility?

   "Shut up!"

"ah?"

   "The mouth is not strict," Fu Xiting handed the fritters to Jiang Yi, and used four short words to summarize the reasons why Fang Chi was disgusted.

  That nagging character, if he hadn't been sincere enough for Fu Xiting, he would have been replaced long ago.

   "Meng Qian didn't get anything from me, so there must be other actions, did you find someone to watch?" Jiang Yi asked Fu Xiting while eating breakfast.

"I hope they don't dawdle too much," Fu Xiting's only requirement is to settle the grievances and grudges as soon as possible. This sneaky relationship between him and Jiang Yi will last for a long time.

   Obviously, he couldn't accept it.

  Jiang Yi stirred the porridge in the bowl with chopsticks, and his thoughts drifted for a while: "Aren't you afraid that Mengyao will tell the story?"

   "He's not that stupid," Fu Xiting said with certainty, as if everything around him was under his control, even Mengyao was no exception.

  Jiang Yi smiled and asked, "Why are you so sure?"

  "If she had thought it through, she wouldn't have had an abortion. She could have used her pregnancy as an excuse to coerce Si Bai into taking responsibility for her. If she didn't do this, it proves that the water in her mind has been drained."

  Fu Xiting's analysis is simple and crude.

  Jiang Yi listened, unable to refute for a while.

  Breakfast was over, Jiang Yi received a call from Wen Sirui, got up and went to the guest room to answer the call.

  When he came out again, Fu Xiting was no longer in the living room.

  She walked over looking for the sound, only to see Fu Xiting standing in front of the sink frustrating her underwear in the bathroom, with a hair dryer in hand, as if she was about to dry it after washing.

  Jiang Yi was in a trance for a while, she never thought about today.

  If a man with a lot of money does anything, if he uses money to solve it, then everyone will only take him for granted.

  Jiang Yi imagined that the solution Fu Xiting gave her today was to ask people from the shopping mall to send some new ones, or let people from Yuyuan come.

  But what he never expected was that Fu Xiting would scrub and wash her underwear himself.

  Jiang Yi loaded the door of the bathroom a little blushing: "Let me come!"

  Fu Xiting turned off the tap, wrung out the wet **** in his hands: "No problem."

  Jiang Yi looked at Fu Xiting, feeling that the man in front of him was unreal.

   Seems to see another side of Fu Xiting.

  So she said: "Are you not taboo?"

  Fu Xiting blows her underwear with those hair dryers, and casually responds: "What are the taboos?"

  "Many men can't accept the ideology of the gentleman far away from the kitchen, like your behavior today."

Fu Xiting kept changing the angle of his underwear with a hair dryer in one hand: "They mind because they were born in an ordinary family. You ask them to stand in my place and try it. If a man who doesn't even have a family even has this If everything has to be counted, what else is left in this life?"

  Hearing Fu Xiting's words, Jiang Yi thought of what Mengyao said, she leaned against the door and started chatting: "Mengyao told me a few days ago that you and Si Bai didn't understand."

"Although you have all suffered hardships since you were young, but your ways of dealing with things vary greatly. Si Bai is more like the kind of flower that grows in a greenhouse. He can't stand it when he suddenly throws it into a freezing place. Although I will struggle hard, but after the struggle, there are still some distortions in my heart, but you are different..."

   "The difference is that I grew up in a world of ice and snow since I was a child. I long for warmth and cherish it." Fu Xiting casually took Jiang Yi's words.

  Jiang Yi, with a calm tone, doesn't seem to be talking about himself with him at this time.

   "I'm different from Si Bo, I can't do things like letting women follow me to endure hardships," Fu Xiting turned off the hair dryer in his hand, and the buzzing stopped.

  He came over, pressed Jiang Yi's head and kissed her thin lips fiercely: "It's a little bit bitter, but it's enough for a man to eat, and a woman should be born to enjoy happiness."

   "Go and change," Fu Xiting stuffed the underpants into her hands, Jiang Yi took them, and went into the cloakroom still wearing yesterday's set of clothes.

   "Aren't you afraid that I will become the next Meng Shu?" A young lady who was used to having no bottom line by her family.

   "You are not her, and you will never become her. There is no second her in the whole country." Fu Xiting said while putting clothes on himself.

  Jiang was puzzled: "Why do you say that?"

   "Meng Shu's grandfather, this is...," Fu Xiting gave a thumbs up and pointed to the sky.

   Continued: "Meng Shu's father arranges this..."

  Fu Xiting stretched out **** and shook, Jiang Yi understood, the second child in the country.

   "Then, there is the current Meng Qian," Fu Xiting pulled the tie on the sofa and handed it to Jiang Yi, who naturally put on the tie for him.

   "So, do you think Meng Shu can still be born in this world?"

  That’s definitely not possible. Apart from hard work, everything depends on luck. Meng Shu is a master.

  From the ancient hereditary system to the present, the existence of Meng Shu will not be realized again.

   "Then why did Meng Shu marry your father?"

   "Stupid!" Fu Xiting gave the answer concisely.

  "The reform of the times requires a price. If they want to protect their position, they must spend a lot of money to fill it. Where does the money come from?" Fu Xiting said this blatantly.

  Where does the money come from?

   If you don’t kill people and set fire to rob banks, then you can only use some means.

   And this method can't be too aboveboard.

  Jiang Yi understood.

   She was about to take her hand back after putting on her tie, but Fu Xiting pressed her into her arms, and the man's face rubbed against her neck: "Did I tell you that I love you?"

  Jiang Yi thought for a while: "I told you! What's wrong?"

   "It's nothing, I really want to tell you again today," Fu Xiting put his hand on her waist and squeezed it slowly.

  Jiang Yi felt that Fu Xiting was a little strange today, and looked at him in surprise: "Is there something you are hiding from me?"

  Fu Xiting smiled and said, "Is there anything else I dare to hide from you?"

  Jiang Yi:…

  The two separated, Fu Xiting did not go to the company, but went directly to Meng Shu's villa.

  As soon as I entered, I smelled a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

  Fu Xiting looked at Meng Shu who was sitting on the chair. She just got up, as if she hadn't had breakfast yet, she was wearing a suitable home clothes, and her hair was washed and her short hair was sticking up meticulously.

  Even if she is sick, she can't hide the extravagance around her.

  In other people's words, Meng Shu is a princess even in trouble.

   "Sir," Wen Qi felt a little flustered when he saw Fu Xiting coming. Whenever the two of them were together, something unexpected would always happen.

   "You go out first," Fu Xiting pulled a chair aside and sat opposite Meng Shu.

   Waved his hand to let Wen Qi go out.

  Wen Qi wanted to say something, but she didn't leave until Meng Shu also spoke.

  Fu Xiting seemed to feel a little hot, and reached out to tear off the tie around his neck.

   But when he thought that the tie was made by Jiang Yi, the hand buttoning the tie stopped, and he reached out to take off the suit jacket on his body: "Tell me! What can you do with me?"

   "I want to meet that child," Meng Shu said today that she wants to meet, not wants to meet.

   This means that her attitude today is very firm.

  Fu Xiting nodded: "Want to see?"

   "Okay," he was very easy to talk to, and it was also rare that Meng Shu didn't give her face when she mentioned the child.

  When Fu Xiting came in this day, he took a bottle of mineral water out of the car, probably because of the painful lessons he had learned many years ago. He was always extra careful when he was here with Meng Shu.

  The man stretched out his hand to unscrew the bottle of mineral water and took a sip of water. He held the cap in one hand and the body of the bottle in the other: "I'll ask you a few questions, and you answer them truthfully."

  Meng Shu seemed to see the light, and she spoke eagerly: "Ask."

   "What have you heard recently?" Fu Xiting said it was Wang Zha.

   Meng Shu's face turned pale, and the hands on her knees suddenly tightened.

  She has heard a lot of things recently, from Meng Qian... to Fu Xiting, to that child.

   But she couldn't say these words. Fu Xiting took care of her, gave her food and drink, and gave her a good life, but he didn't give her freedom. She finally had the opportunity to get news from the outside world, so she couldn't just give it up for nothing.

   "You just need to tell me who owns that child now." Meng Shu asked slightly beggingly.

  Fu Xiting took a sip of mineral water, touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and spoke slowly: "Su Xin."

  (end of this chapter)