Mr.Feng's Belove Wife

At the beginning of summer, he pushed Feng Xun several times, but failed to let him go. He could only look at him angrily and funny.

Feng Xun directly hugged her, lowered his head and kissed her ear, and replied in a low voice: "little girl, of course you don't have poison, but I don't like the smell of any other man on you..."

"What's the taste?" On the seventh day of the summer, when he heard this, he raised his hand and smelled it, but he didn't smell anything strange. He turned his mouth white.

"It's a psychological effect..."

"Little fool, it seems that your nose is not sensitive enough!" Feng Xun shook his head with a low sigh and said in a low voice: "he clearly used a little wooden man's fragrance, so I hugged you just now, and there was a faint smell on your clothes..."

In early summer, seven, I really didn't smell what wood fragrance was, but I could only shrug my shoulders and say, "sorry, I have never used perfume, and I have not studied what perfume is."

"Well, when you were in New York, did you intentionally use opium perfume for me?" Feng Xun gave a low smile and vomited in her ear.

On the seventh day of the summer, he said in a low voice: "that... That's a special situation..."

Feng Xun's voice overflowed with a few pleasant smiles. He stretched out his fingers and gently shaved the earlobe which began to burn. He whispered, "yes, you think I am not interested in you, so I deliberately used opium perfume, and said that this is a way of asking others."

"Stop it!" The seventh day of the summer was very embarrassed. He stood on tiptoe to cover his lips, winked at him and said, "this is in the old house. Don't be heard by those maids or Uncle Chen!"

Sealing her lips, she grasped her palm slightly, kissed her on the lips, and sighed in a low voice. "After that, I should use some perfumes in time, leaving your taste on my body at any time."

On the seventh day of the summer, he could not help laughing, shaking his head and jokingly said, "what are you talking about? I'm your wife. I gave birth to two children to you. What's the label?"

"That also can't guard against, some people always like to covet you..." Feng Xun frowned slightly, shook his head and sighed: "for example, the Zhuo Yihang just now, I saw what he said after he hugged you, otherwise why did he smile so happy later?"

"He just told me that he was very happy to have a sister by accident." Early summer seven helplessly explained.

"That's all?" Feng Xun obviously had some doubts. He scratched his arm on the seventh day of the summer, feigned anger and asked: "what else? He may have no problem. He's really just happy to find my mother's family! "

"If he is very happy, then the harvest is not just your sister..." Feng Xun said with profound meaning.

The seventh day of the summer understood what he meant. He thought of a lot of his brothers and sisters. If Zhuo Yihang saw them all, I'm afraid he would be a little silly!

She chuckled. Feng Xun looked at her bright smile, but he could not help but put his lips around her waist and walked directly towards the main house.

Originally, they planned to go upstairs to their room, but they found that Xia's father didn't go back to his room for lunch break. Instead, he sat in the living room all the time, as if waiting for them to come back.

"Dad, didn't you go to lunch break?" Early summer seven surprised to ask, don't forget to pat off Feng Xun embrace in his waist hand, lest father saw embarrassed.

Feng Xun didn't care much. He let go and said respectfully to Xia Fu, "Dad, do you have anything else to say to us alone?"

Xia Fu nodded slightly, pointed to the sofa in front of him and said, "sit down and talk!"

Xia Qiqi and Feng Xun sat down side by side in front of Xia Fu. Xia Fu did not speak directly, but asked in a light tone: "did you send that Mr. Zhuo away?"

"Seeing him off, we watched him get on the bus and leave, and then he came back..." at the beginning of summer, he nodded and replied seriously.

Xia Fu nodded with satisfaction, took a sip of the tea cup, and slowly said, "Xiao Qi, Feng Xun, did you see him in the cemetery? How is the process? Tell me again carefully... "

"Yes, Feng Xun answered a phone call at that time, and then walked away. I squatted alone in front of my mother's tombstone. Later, I squatted too long and my legs softened. When I got up, I almost fell down and was helped by Zhuo Yihang..." Xia Chu Qi began to describe the whole process from seeing Zhuo Yihang to recognizing him carefully, without missing any details.

"Later, he said that he came here to sweep a man's grave. His name was zhuolingshan, but I never heard of the name. It was only when I looked at the photo that I found that his photo was very similar to mine. It was the photo of my mother when she was a child!"

On the seventh day of the third lunar month, Xia handed the photo to his father again and said in a low voice, "this photo was given to me by the old president of that year. He is also my mother's elder. He found this photo when he investigated my mother's life experience..."

Xia father took the picture, looked down silently, and sealed up the summer's seventh day, and murmured, "Dad, according to the old president, when her mother was in childhood, she was adopted by Kerr Blonde, but how she fell on Kerr Blonde's hands. No one knows, so we can't find out who kidnapped the mother at the moment."

Xia's father still didn't open his mouth, but subconsciously grasped the picture in his hand.

At the beginning of summer seven and Feng Xun look at each other and know that Father also has a lot of emotions and news to digest, so they don't continue to say more.

I don't know how long later, Xia took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "that old man participated in many kidnappings in those years. Maybe your mother was also kidnapped like this when she was a child. But he blackmailed her, but he refused to let her go. Instead, he left her for cultivation!"

"In fact, Feng Xun and I have been so suspicious, but now we can't testify with the dead old man. After all, it's been more than 20 years..."

At the beginning of the summer, seven wry smiles and murmured, "Dad, in fact, when the mother was at the funeral, didn't there be a distant relative visiting?" it should be sent by Kerr Blonde, a dead old man.

"It's no use saying that now!" Xia's father sighed, took the photo back in his pocket carefully, looked up at the seventh day of the summer and Feng Xun, and asked in a deep voice, "do you think that Zhuo Yihang really came to look for his family?"

"Dad, you had such a good chat with him just now. I thought you didn't doubt him any more?" On the seventh day of the summer, when he heard his father say so, he asked in surprise.