Chapter 377 376 My sister is not so fragrant
Jiang Yi's experience in the early years is doomed that she is not a person who has extremely high demands on life.
In those years, the appearance was bright and beautiful, and there were not a few days when people went to war-torn areas to eat and sleep in the open.
Hungry and full life, often.
I can't stay home for three or five days, and I have to go to the next battlefield.
Every time I go home, the house is a mess, there are expired foods in the refrigerator, and there may be instant noodles from two months ago on the dining table, which stinks.
People who have been busy for a long time do not want to have any body language other than throwing themselves on the sofa when they get home.
Compared to the aristocratic atmosphere buried in Fu Xiting's bones.
Jiang Yi belongs to the sloppy one.
I don't pay much attention to food.
Appetite does not exist in her.
Slander? It is a fresh term in her life dictionary.
At midnight, Yi Tian rested.
Mrs. Fu was squatting on the dining chair, with a bowl of soup in front of her eyes, and she was reading gossip news on her mobile phone.
There are countless news about her and about Fu Xiting on the website.
When Jiang Yihua was pulling the phone, his eyes fell on a striking title: "Fu Dong Xinhuan"
New love?
Mrs. Fu became interested, and she ate melons on her husband.
Is there anything more exciting than this?
This is like a bottle of wine coming late at night, stimulating her senses to infinitely magnify.
There is a desire almost for knowledge at work.
"looking at what?"
Mr. Fu stood behind her for a long time, and he didn't even look at him for a moment. He couldn't help wondering what caught her sight.
And what about Mrs. Fu?
First, he casually scooped up a spoonful of soup and put it into his mouth, and then, intentionally or unintentionally, asked: "What color is that hair on your body this afternoon?"
Mr. Fu: ....The man was silent for a while, as if he thought this question from his lover was very unique.
Mr. Fu's mind was spinning a thousand times, faster than at the negotiating table, and he took apart Jiang Yi's words and thought about it carefully.
"Didn't look carefully."
Mrs. Fu clicked her tongue and refused: "Go to the trash can."
Mr. Fu: ... "It's early morning, baby."
The implication is, wash up and sleep! Don't bother people.
"Don't let me figure it out, I can't sleep," Mrs. Fu went online.
Staring at Mr. Fu with displeasure: "If I can't sleep, then you can wait to stay up late with your wife and children."
"If I make any mistakes, you can use the law to punish me instead of asking me to dig through the trash can in the middle of the night." Fu Xiting has never done this kind of thing.
"I don't care, I just want to know." Jiang Yi was firm.
Mr. Fu's jaw was tense, and his whole body was full of resistance, but obviously, his resistance didn't work when Jiang Yi wanted to know the truth.
Mr. Fu has a headache, really a headache.
He pulled away the chair next to Jiang Yi and sat down, ready for Xiaozhi to reason with emotion: "You should focus on the reality instead of paying attention to some illusory things."
"For example?" Mrs. Fu kicked the ball straight.
“Isn’t caring about your husband’s mental health more important than you caring about those things?”
Jiang Yi touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, as if he was deliberating whether to say something or not. After deliberating for three to five seconds, he said, "What do I care about you? Is the coffin lid reversible or sliding after you die?"
The restaurant at midnight has a strong smell of gunpowder.
Mr. Fu doesn't know where he offended someone.
So young that he asked his wife to consider the style of her coffin after death.
The man got up and poured himself a glass of water.
Picking up the cup to bring it to his lips, he saw Jiang Yi's phone screen.
On the screen, he stood in line at the door of the pastry shop, and a girl stood in front of him looking up at him with a look of admiration.
The girl's non-mainstream red hair is particularly eye-catching.
He got it.
In the middle of the night, he was tortured because of a photo.
Fu Xiting sighed, stretched out his hand and took away the mobile phone from Jiang Yi's hand, with a serious tone: "Just because of a photo, you started to arrange my funeral?"
"Missing?" Mrs. Fu asked abruptly.
Mr. Fu was silent, choosing to use silence instead of explanation.
Go upstairs with the cup.
Mrs. Fu was not forgiving, and followed closely: "This person has admired Fu Dong for a long time, and is also a good friend of Zhang Shi's daughter. No matter what, he should be in the right family. Does Fu Dong think about it?"
"Well---."
Jiang Yi's chattering sound stopped, and Fu Xiting pinched her waist and put her on the drawer by the door.
It's only a moment, and the customer is the main one.
At midnight, the atmosphere was high, and the man's gentle palm fell on Jiang Yi's slender waist and stroked back and forth.
Heavy panting sounds staggered, Jiang Yi gently pushed Mr. Fu away, and the sound of slightly chaotic breathing was mixed with restraint: "Don't hook me."
The man put his arms around her, and sighed in his ears: "Baby, who is hooking whom?"
Jiang Yi was a little delirious after being kissed, lying on Mr. Fu's neck and panting.
The man held her palm and rubbed it slowly.
It's coming, three to five minutes later, the man's tone is soft: "I'm going to wrong you."
…
Wronged?
It is indeed a grievance.
Jiang Yi lay paralyzed on the bed, and Mr. Fu wiped her palms with a warm towel.
Jiang Yi felt his palms burning.
Compared to the comfort of the former, the lamentation of the latter almost fills the house.
On the seventh day of the seventh day, Mr. Fu went to work.
With the start of the new year, there are still many matters, such as the Meng family.
Su Xin and Meng Qian have had a stable year. After the year, many things have to be put on the agenda. Whether it is the entertainment between wives, or the entertainment between Meng Qian and his colleagues, they are all unfolding one after another.
There are rumors that Meng Qian had a very happy conversation with Hong Kong businessmen in the main house of the Meng family some time ago.
Before leaving, a large sum of money from Hong Kong businessmen arrived.
The capital is never short of talents. Among the people coming and going in this city are young people who are not afraid of death and want to make a difference, just like Shiyue, there are countless.
Su Xin gradually tasted the sweetness in the cooperation with Shiyue.
Shiyue became her right-hand man.
Walking between various occasions, she arranged everything carefully and properly.
Anyone who sees it will have to step on a sentence or two.
On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, when the capital’s wealthy families gathered together, Su Xin held a small tea party in a private cafe. There were only twenty or thirty people who came, but all of these twenty or thirty people were top-notch wealthy families.
In the coffee shop, people gathered in small groups to chat.
Talking about Timely Month, some people disdain to ridicule.
But the sarcasm can only be done in private.
After all, on the surface, she is a celebrity in front of Mrs. Meng.
But some people are young and ignorant, and when they see the time is coming, they deliberately raise their sarcasm: "It's a shabby household, have you heard? The identities are all fake, and they have given birth to children abroad, so why are you pretending to be an innocent girl?" ?”
"You——," Tao Juan heard such harsh words, her first reaction was to go up and argue.
But Shiyue stopped the words before they could leave their mouths.
She looked at her and shook her head slowly.
Signaled her to endure.
Besides, Tao Juan was pulled into a corner, and became angry at Shiyue, asking why she was being held back.
Shiyue patted her on the shoulder, and gave seven words: "If you can't bear it, you will make trouble."
Shiyue's ambition is not limited to this.
Su Xin is just a springboard for her to go to the next destination. If she can't bear these things, then wouldn't she be in vain for so many years?
"If they hadn't cast a good tire, what right do they have to stand in front of you and show off their might?"
Shiyue signaled Tao Juan to keep silent: "Every word you say now may become someone's excuse to harm me, Tao Juan, control your own mouth."
When Shiyue returned to the hall again, everyone surrounded Zhang Le.
Congratulations came and went, and there were only a few young talents in the capital that could be counted.
Now, Zhang Le is about to become the young wife of the Si family. After marrying in, she will be the head of the wealthy family. There is no complicated relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and the situation where one person dominates is so enviable.
This is similar to what is said on the Internet that there is a car, a house, no parents, and no mother.
Zhang Le saw Shiyue from afar.
I didn't want to say hello, but when Nai Shiyue came over with a glass of wine, he politely congratulated her.
The congratulations were immediately ridiculed.
"Miss Shi, it's better not to congratulate, it's unlucky."
Shiyue didn't have the slightest bit of embarrassment on her face, instead she smiled and apologized for her rashness just now: "I was the one who made the rashness, Miss Zhang forgive me."
"Miss Shi was joking," Zhang Le greeted back politely, without any extra words.
But this is how it gives people an unattainable arrogance.
This banquet on the eighth day of the lunar new year is full of competition.
Su Xin stood not far away to observe the overall situation, and saw that the atmosphere was almost up.
Glancing at the person beside him, the latter understood.
Shiyue stood in the center of the venue, reaching out to put the wine glass in his hand on the tray, but the waiter removed the tray, and the wine glass fell on a lady's wine glass.
In an instant, there was a scream, followed by the noble lady slapping her across the face.
Shiyue was beaten into a circle.
The moment he tilted his head, he saw the beige figure in the aisle slowly disappearing.
"It's already a grace to let you in, otherwise, what qualifications do you think you have to stand here and toast with us based on your rank? Miss Shi's methods may be used on men in exchange for some sympathy, but don't you Forget, there are no men here."
"The stuff in the hook bar, it's fine to insult yourself, but it's dirty for others."
The scolding of the woman continued one after another.
Shiyue stood there without saying a word.
She appeared here today as Su Xin's friend.
The people in front of him scolded like this, but no one around Su Xin said a word, which means that Su Xin allowed all of this.
Otherwise, how dare these people slap the master in the face.
When Shiyue realized this, her heart trembled slightly.
Su Xin is trying to remind herself?
On the evening of the eighth day of the eighth day, guests were welcomed in Jiangyi Villa.
The arrival of Wen Ziqi brought the prepared dinner to a standstill.
Jiang Yi opened the door, and saw the man standing at the door a little bit surprised: "Looking for Fu Xiting?"
"Looking for you."
Jiang Yi was puzzled, and took a step back, motioning for people to come in.
Probably saw that it was dinner time for them, Wen Ziqi didn't stay too long, and went straight to the point.
"I need you to help me contact Mengyao."
Jiang Yi's hand that was pouring water froze, and a glass of boiling water almost spilled out. Fortunately, Wen Ziqi had quick eyesight and hand to hold her wrist, which saved her from being scalded.
"I'll do it myself," the man took her pouring action.
Jiang Yi sat on the sofa, looked up at Wen Ziqi who put the kettle on the tea table: "What's the matter with you and Mengyao?"
Wen Ziqi held the water glass in one hand, and picked up the pillow on the sofa with the other to put it behind Jiang Yi, knowing that she was pregnant, and even though she was not pregnant, she was taking care of her deliberately.
"It's hard to say."
Jiang Yi remained silent, waiting for Wen Ziqi's next words.
"I went to Huzhou for a meal on New Year's Eve, and some unpleasantness happened. After I settled my family, I went back to her and found that she solved me."
Wen Ziqi was full of anger. He was busy with work a year ago. He went back to Shanghai for the New Year's Eve dinner on New Year's Eve. Halfway through the New Year's Eve dinner, he learned that Mengyao was going back to his hometown to change planes in Shanghai. He ran desperately to the airport to pick her up. , Wen's family was terribly frightened, Wen's father went to the shopping mall, and naturally heard about Mengyao's deeds, so his words during the dinner were not so nice.
Wen Ziqi rarely lost his temper at the dinner table in front of the whole family.
And let out such cruel words as if there was her, there would be me, and without her, there would be no me.
After the whole dispute, Mengyao remained calm.
When Wen Ziqi sent him away, the two of them never had an argument.
Unexpectedly, the moment he turned his head, the person disappeared.
He couldn't find anyone in his hometown, and he didn't answer the phone or text message. Coming to Jiang Yi was already the best choice he could make after ruling out all possibilities.
Jiang Yi was quite frightened, and repeated Wen Ziqi's words: "Meet the parents?"
The latter nodded: "It is."
Jiang Yi asked again: "When you took her back, didn't you think that the Wen family would not accept it?"
Wen Ziqi held the water glass and asked Jiang Yi: "Is it important?"
"Isn't it important? A lonely ghost wandering around the world by herself, even a relationship that is too close or too distant will cause her harm."
"You have the confidence to say it's not important because they are your family members and they are in good health, while Mengyao chose to leave because she knows the importance of family members. How would her character handle this?"
Wen Ziqi was silent.
For chickens, generosity and honesty can scare people away.
"Afraid of further relationship? Then what is she doing with Lao Tzu?"
"Others have trouble to solve the problem, and she has trouble to solve Lao Tzu?"
Wen Ziqi became a little bit more angry.
Jiang Yi: .
Wen Ziqi came and went in a hurry.
Fu Xiting, who is fast, has not yet reacted.
The man who was helping Yi Tian in the kitchen managed to get out, and turned around to see—the man had left.
"gone?"
Jiang Yi nodded: "I came to find Mengyao."
"Frustrated?"
"It counts!"
The man smiled slightly, pulled out the paper towel on the coffee table and wiped the water stains in his hands: "As expected, my sister doesn't smell that good."
(end of this chapter)