After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

suburbs.

In a luxurious detached villa.

"what?"

Fu Qiming frowned tightly, with a strong displeasure on his handsome and elegant face.

"Dad and Tingchen asked Qingtong to apologize to her in front of Mr. Jiang?"

"That's right,"

Wen Yi filled a bowl of soup for Fu Qiming, with a quiet and gentle smile on his face.

"I used to worry that Tingchen only cared about his work and disregarded his family. Now it seems that we misunderstood him."

It's just for a woman, and he doesn't even give Jiang Lao face?

Forget it with the old man, Ting Chen has always been interested in the interests of people, but he is also messing around with him?

Fu Qiming didn't pay attention to Wen Yi's words, he pursed his lips tightly, his face darkened.

"It's only been a few days since I entered the Fu family's door, and it's starting to cause trouble."

Wen Yi knew that Fu Qiming was talking about Shi Wan, and a faint smile flashed in the depths of her eyes.

"It's just a pity. I always thought that the position of the wife of the Fu family would belong to Qingtong. We watched that child grow up. He looks good and has a good family background,"

She sighed and watched her husband continue to speak.

"If Ting Chen marries her, the Fu Jiang family will become one, and they will definitely be able to reach a higher level."

Wen Yi's words obviously hit Fu Qiming's deepest thoughts.

He lowered his eyes, his eyes full of deep thought.

The Jiang family started out as an underground force. When it was at its peak decades ago, it was almost comparable to the Fu family.

It's just that after Mr. Jiang retired, Jiang Weizhou, the current head of the Jiang family, Jiang Qingtong's father, took over, and began to go downhill.

Up to now, it has been far behind the Fu family.

But a lean camel is bigger than a horse.

Now the Jiang family still has a strong sense of presence and the right to speak in Kyoto, and even in the whole of China.

Jiang Qingtong is the sole heir of the Jiang family, and everything in the Jiang family will belong to her in the future.

He wanted Ting Chen to marry Jiang Qingtong mainly because of this.

Now, it was destroyed by Shi Wan, an orphan girl who suddenly appeared.

The more he thought about it, the more irritable Fu Qiming became.

Looking at Fu Qiming's expression, Wen Yi knew what he was thinking, and a flash of clarity flashed in her eyes.

"Tingchen is already married. Judging by his appearance, he also values ​​Shiwan very much. It is obviously impossible for him to be with Qingtong."

She held Fu Qiming's hand with a very gentle voice.

"But Qi Ming, the Fu family is not only Fu Tingchen, but also our Tingchuan."

This sentence is the key point that she has paved the way for so many today.

"Tingchuan?!"

Fu Qiming paused, his eyes filled with surprise.

"That's right,"

Wen Yi looked into Fu Qiming's eyes, curled her lips and opened her mouth.

"In terms of age, we, Tingchuan and Qingtong, are more suitable."

Her well-maintained face was so gentle that no one could notice the calculation in her eyes.

"It's just that we, Tingchuan, have been abroad all the time before, so we didn't have the chance to get in touch with Qingtong. We can try it now, can't we?"

Fu Qiming's eyebrows twitched.

Jiang Qingtong likes Fu Tingchen, so he never thought of associating his youngest son with her.

But thinking about it carefully, it seems that it is not impossible.

Ting Chen and Ting Chuan are both his sons, and their faces are somewhat similar.

In terms of personality, Ting Chuan is much better than Ting Chen.

More importantly, Ting Chuan's son listened to him more.

If he was with Jiang Qingtong, wouldn't all the resources of the Jiang family belong to him?

Fu Qiming's eyes were full of deep thought.

Wen Yi knew that Fu Qiming's heart was moved, and immediately got up and walked behind him, helping him pinch his shoulders familiarly.

"We have been husband and wife for so many years, I have been planning everything for you, and this matter is the same,"

Her voice became softer.

"If you don't want to, just pretend I didn't say it."

Fu Qiming liked being gentle and careless, so he reached out and took Wen Yi's hand on his shoulder.

"That's a good idea, let's try it out,"

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"I'll introduce Ting Chuan and Qing Tong to each other at Dad's birthday party in a few days. As for the future development, it's up to them."

"Um,"

There was a smile on Wen Yi's delicate face.

Her son must be much better than Fu Tingchen's unkind, cold wood.