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

Jiang family.

"Master Jiang,"

Meng Xianghui looked at Mr. Jiang in casual clothes, as if looking at the only life-saving straw.

"Please also look at the friendship between our two families and help my nephew."

"yes,"

Mrs. Meng was wiping away her tears, her proud face had aged quite a bit in just one night.

"We really have nothing to do, please help us."

"It's not that I don't help,"

Mr. Jiang put down the teapot in his hand and sighed, with helplessness in his old eyes.

"That kid from the Fu family is not an ordinary person. He has a very strange temper. My words may not be useful."

This is rejected?

Madam Meng's face turned even paler.

"Everyone in Kyoto knows that you and Mr. Fu have a deep friendship,"

A coldness flashed across Meng Xianghui's eyes, and he lowered his posture.

"As long as you are willing to show up, Mr. Fu will definitely give you face."

While speaking, he took out a contract from his briefcase and handed it to Mr. Jiang with both hands.

"This is a little care from my nephew, please don't hold it against me."

"Xianghui, go back,"

Mr. Jiang shook his head, bowed his head and drank his tea.

"I can't help you with this."

Although he is somewhat related to the Meng family, it is not enough for him to waste face with his friends.

Meng Xianghui didn't expect Mr. Jiang to show no affection at all, and his face froze.

Mrs. Meng clutched her clothes tightly on her face, and she couldn't control her tears.

Jiang Qingtong bit her lip.

He got up from his seat, walked to Mr. Jiang's side, and hugged his arm coquettishly.

"Grandpa, Meng Yu and I are also friends. Since Uncle Meng has already asked for help, you can help them."

In a word, the desperate Meng Xianghui and his wife rekindled their hope and looked at Jiang Qingtong eagerly.

Jiang Qingtong didn't look at them.

Don't talk about Meng Yu, she doesn't pay much attention to the whole Meng family.

What made her angry was that Ting Chen not only didn't blame the woman for causing trouble when she first entered Fu's house, but also supported her.

Mr. Jiang frowned and glanced at Jiang Qingtong.

Others don't know, but he knows it very well.

My granddaughter's eyes are higher than the top, and she will definitely not be friends with the young son of the Meng family who is unlearned and inexperienced.

Looking at Mr. Shangjiang's eyes, Jiang Qingtong inevitably felt a little guilty.

She shook old man Jiang's arm and said softly.

"Grandpa, please."

Mr. Jiang has always loved Jiang Qingtong.

If his granddaughter begged him in front of the Meng family and his wife, it would be hard for him to save her face.

He had no choice but to frown and put down the cup in his hand, then spoke in a deep voice.

"Since Qingtong begged me so, I'll go with you to Fu's house, but whether that boy Tingchen will give me face as an old man is uncertain."

It is already very rare to let Mr. Jiang make this trip.

How could Meng Xianghui and his wife dare to say anything else, they just nodded gratefully.

A group of people rushed towards the Fuji Manor.

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inside the room.

The man looked at the dazzling red on the bed sheet, his handsome face was full of gloom.

Shiwan lowered her head in embarrassment.

"Yes, sorry."

She was already ready for a 'heroic sacrifice', but she didn't expect her aunt to kill her out of nowhere.

The careful apology made the faint anger all over Fu Tingchen's body weak as if it had hit cotton.

After a while, his thin lips parted slightly.

"Go wash up."

"Uh-huh,"

Shiwan nodded like a quail, and quickly ran towards the bathroom, as if fleeing in a hurry.

Fu Tingchen left the room with a confused expression, and took a cold shower in the guest room.

Thinking of the situation just now, a helpless smile formed on the corner of his mouth.

As soon as he went downstairs, Yang Yi greeted him.