Mr.Feng's Belove Wife

"Is it?" Xia Fu obviously didn't believe her words, and his eyes fell on the gold coin in her hands. He asked thoughtfully, "if you don't spoil you, why are you allowed to keep this gold coin, and even agree to let you see your mother's colleagues in those years?"

Early summer seven body a shock, lift Mou to see to father, for a moment uncertain father exactly know how many things.

"I..." after a moment's shock, the seventh day of the summer carefully said: "Dad, why do you think he must know these things? And your mother's colleague, but the old white lady? "

On hearing this address, Xia Fu's face cooled down and said unhappily, "what a clever man Feng Xun is. Do you really think that if you have any secrets, you can keep them from him? But you keep the gold coins and tell me that you have met Mrs. Bai in New York. There is no doubt that Feng Xun knows all these things. Maybe he has met Mrs. Bai, too. Am I right? "

The seventh day of the summer, she couldn't believe her eyes, and even admired her father's keen perception.

Even if my father never asked about these things, after seeing the gold coin, he angrily threw it into the backyard and never mentioned it again. But now my father can analyze so many things based on the gold coin she left behind

Seeing the reaction of the seventh day of the summer, Xia's father knew that what he said was right. He said coldly, "it seems that I guessed right. He really knows all about it, and he's still fooling around with you!"

"Dad, don't say that. It's about my mother. How can it be regarded as nonsense?" On the seventh day of the summer, he waved his hand and explained with a serious expression.

She didn't want to defend herself, but she didn't want her father to have a bad impression on Feng Xun because of this conjecture!

"I know that the organization behind your mother who pulled out this gold coin is dangerous and complicated, but I have to help you hide it together. Isn't that nonsense?"

Xia Fu's tone became severe, and his eyes also showed a cold light: "Xiao Qi, your mother's legacy can be kept, but the past has passed. You don't have to continue to cling to old lady Bai and the origin of gold coins!"

Hearing his father say so, Xiachu seven subconsciously clenched the gold coin in his hand and whispered: "I also want to put down the past, but father, can you really put it down?"

Xia Fu's look was stiff for a moment.

Seeing that his father didn't answer, the corner of his lips on the seventh day of the summer stirred up a bitter smile: "Dad, if my mother died naturally, I might really be able to put it down. It's just enough to worship my mother every year at the festival, but my mother's death is a conspiracy. How can I put it down? Dad, don't you hate the man who killed your mother? Can you really let go of your mother's death? "

Xia Fu's breath suddenly became stagnant, and there was more gnashing of teeth in his voice: "hate, how can I not hate? I have a dream, and I can dream of the last time I saw your mother's body! But what about that? I still have you. I can't let you fall into any danger any more... "

When he said this, he burst into tears. In his heart, his choice is cowardly. He can't even find out the enemy for his Qing Qing and take revenge for her. But for the sake of the children and a stable and peaceful growth environment for them, he endured it!

This endurance is ten years, twenty years

His children all have buildings in their own fields, which is worthy of his pride. Even his youngest daughter, the seventh day of the summer, has gained happiness and found a man who loves and is reliable!

He always thought that his patience was worth it, because he had done everything he promised his wife, but now when he saw the gold coin and heard the youngest daughter mention the white old lady, he suddenly became confused again!

Confused, more is indignation!

He has endured all the way for so many years. Why do these abominable troubles and dangerous people disturb his children's peaceful life?

"Dad..." on the seventh day of the summer, I didn't expect my father to say these words. He was filled with tears. He hurriedly picked up a tissue and handed it to his father. He apologized in a panic: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say these words. I know you've been very sad and remorseful about your mother's death for decades..."

Xia Fu took the paper towel, wiped his tears, and said with a self mocking smile: "nothing. I've endured it for so long, and I'm used to it. I promised your mother to let you all grow up safely, and let you all live a happy life. I will always do it..."

"Dad, I'm really sorry..." when Xia Chuqi heard her father say this, she felt more and more guilty. If she was given another chance to go back to the past, she would never fight with her father, or play truant to annoy him!

"Well, now that you have children, your mother will be happy for you, too!" Xia's father patted Xia's shoulder and said in a low voice: "don't think about your mother's death, and don't pay attention to that old white lady. Although she had a good relationship with your mother, I won't forgive her! Because she was the leader of your mother, but she was also responsible for her death! "

On the seventh day of the summer, when my father mentioned Mrs. Bai, she was still resentful and could understand it. But after listening to what his father said, he thought about it and told him the truth: "Dad, even if I want to pay attention, I can't pay attention to Mrs. Bai... I know she is my mother's teacher, but she is dead now..."

"What?" Xia Fu Leng Leng, some surprised to see the seventh day of the summer: "you say that white old lady died? When did this happen? "

"Probably after I had a baby!" At the beginning of summer, she shrugged her shoulders and sighed in a low voice: "her body is not very good all the time, so she can't support it later."

"She's very old, too. It's no surprise that she died of illness!" Xia Fu snorted, suddenly remembered something, and frowned at Xia Chu Qi: "Xiao Qi, how do you know she is dead? Have you been keeping in touch with her? "

On the seventh day of the summer, I didn't want to keep it from my father, and I didn't want to explain anything for Mrs. Bai. I just turned over, opened the drawer, and slowly handed a diary in the drawer to my father.

"Dad, this diary was left by my mother. When Mrs. Bai was in the hospital bed, she handed it to me in person..." on the seventh day of the summer, there was a fever in her eyes: "you can have a good look!"

Summer father some surprised to take over the diary, immediately opened the first page, his wife's familiar handwriting came into view.

He shook his hand and his lips trembled. He didn't know what to say. On the seventh day of the summer, he said with a smile: "Dad, you can take back this diary and read it slowly..."