Mr.Feng's Belove Wife

In my father's heart, it was the task that my mother was engaged in that killed my mother, so my colleagues, including Mrs. Bai, became the object of my father's resentment!

That's why her father resolutely stopped her from studying mechanical manufacturing and electronics. He insisted on training her in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Even after she changed her major in University, she burst into a rage and finally hid her diploma because her father was worried that she would take the dangerous road of her mother!

My father had a father's reason, but my mother couldn't give up her work and comrades until she died!

Thinking of this, Xia Qiqi sighed and whispered to Feng Xun: "I think my mother left this diary for me, and probably already had a premonition of today... Feng Xun, I decided to continue to help my mother hide it from my father, brothers and sisters!"

Feng Xun nodded, put his arm around her shoulder, kissed her cheek, and said with a smile, "little girl, your mother doesn't want your Xia family to cause an earthquake because of these things. If you don't, your brothers and sisters all have their own careers now, but your father is too old to bear much stimulation!"

"Yes, I hope my father can enjoy his old age, instead of recalling those sad memories!"

At the beginning of summer, he nodded and sighed, carefully placed the bookmark with the chip, and asked Feng Xun, "can I find the coordinate address my mother left me?"

"I've asked Jiashan to check it. There should be news soon!" Feng Xun replied with a smile. Seeing her frown slightly, she seemed to be thinking about something. He stroked her hair and advised, "it's late. I'll watch the diary with you. You're tired. Go to bed first. If you have anything to do, I'll heat you a glass of milk."

On the seventh day of the summer, she nods silently. With the help of Feng Xun, she goes back to her bedroom. The diary in her hand has been put on the head of the bed by her. However, she is reluctant to take pictures of her mothers. She looks at them one by one carefully.

"What are you looking at?" Feng Xun handed her a cup of hot milk. Seeing that she seemed to be looking at the picture, he lowered his head and asked with a smile.

"Looking at the group photo of my mother and these people..." Xia Qiqi took a sip of milk, pointed to the person in the photo and sighed to Feng Xun: "do you see that although the tasks described by my mother in the diary are very difficult and dangerous, the mother in the photo is in high spirits. I think she loves her work very much, but my father doesn't understand it very much!"

"If it were me, I would not let my wife do these dangerous jobs!"

Feng Xun's lips were slightly crooked. He sat on the head of the bed with her, gently took her shoulder, and whispered in her ear, "so I can understand your father's mood!"

"Father and mother have different interests, but even so, they love each other deeply!"

On the seventh day of the summer, while drinking milk, he quietly looked at his mother in the photo and suddenly laughed: "my father actually kept a secret about my mother, probably afraid that I would be like my mother, but who would have thought that I was similar to what my mother likes to be good at! My father didn't expect it, but my mother already had a hunch, so she left this diary to me! "

"Maybe it's because... You're the only one your mother ever held by old lady Bai?" Feng Xun joked with a smile.

At the beginning of Xia Qi, he shrugged his shoulders and didn't intend to investigate the matter. He handed the photos to Feng Xun and said seriously, "you can help me deal with these photos. I want to keep them well!"

Feng Xun nodded, took the milk cup that she had finished, and kissed the corner of her lip. He said softly, "well, don't think too much, have a good sleep first!"

On the seventh day of the summer, he answered in a low voice and lay down slowly. Seeing that Feng Xun helped himself to cover the quilt, he seemed to be planning to leave. He took his hand and said in a low voice, "Feng Xun, let's not go back to Genoa tomorrow, OK?"

"Why?" Feng Xun bent down, stroked her cheek and asked patiently, "don't you still want to go back to the manor over there to give birth?"

"I just feel that some things have not been completed yet. I don't think the coordinate address and account left by my mother is that simple..."

On the seventh day of the summer, after a pause, he said, "you see, the people of the rose cross are killing old lady Bai. Maybe they just want to take these things! So I want to find the house my mother left me earlier and see for myself what's in that house! "

Feng Xun frowned and said nothing. On the seventh day of the summer, he quickly grasped his wrist. A face was full of pleading: "Feng Xun, promise me, OK? Otherwise, even if I go back to Genoa, I will not sleep well because I am worried! "

"I don't mean to refuse you, I'm just worried that with your current physical condition, I'm afraid I can't stand the long journey!" Feng Xun rubbed her hair in a helpless tone.

"No, the doctor has just checked me and said that my physical indicators are OK?" In the seventh day of the summer, he was afraid that he would not agree. He would not let go of his hand. His eyes were full of pleadings: "when I find the coordinates, let me go. I promise not to run around, but to the house my mother left me!"

Feng Xun sighed, finally nodded and agreed, patted the back of her hand and said, "I promise you, but I'll go with you!"

"But your work..." the seventh day of the summer is worried that Feng Xun will delay the company's business because of his own business. Feng Xun shakes his head, kisses the tip of her nose, and says with a low smile: "don't forget, your mother wrote in the diary that you can only take Feng Xun into the house, and the whole Feng family can only trust me!"

The seventh day of Xia chuckled and said in a low voice: "I didn't expect that my mother was in the diary and believed that I would come to you, just like she had the ability to predict!"

"Because your mother believes that our fate has long been tied together, and no one can separate us!" With a faint smile, Feng Xun slowly released her hand, kissed her forehead and said, "well, go to bed early, we won't go back to Genoa tomorrow!"

On the seventh day of the summer, I was relieved and slowly closed my eyes. Sleepiness soon swept me and I fell asleep.

Feng Xun stood by the bed and looked at her gently. Seeing that she was asleep, he stroked her hair and helped her pull the edge of the quilt. Then he left the bedroom quietly.

In the living room of the presidential suite, Jia Shan, the bodyguard, lowered her voice to Feng Xun and said respectfully, "Feng Shao, I have found the place you asked me to check. The address is located in the north slope of the South Carpathian Mountains and the southeast of the Transylvanian plateau. It's a city called Brasov, belonging to Romania..."