Mr.Feng's Belove Wife

The seventh day of summer looked at him painfully, gently moved his head to his shoulder, so that he could comfortably lean on his shoulder, and comforted him in a low voice: "I know, Feng Xun, I know you are very tired. If you are tired, have a good rest, and me... I will always accompany you..."

Feng Xun gave a low reply and held her hand more tightly.

"Little girl, the greatest luck in my life is to have you..." Feng Xun sighed in a low voice. He was tired for a long time, but he never thought that there was a woman who would become a harbor for him to have a good rest after he was tired!

And this woman, fortunately, became his wife, and also became his comrade in arms!

He repressed in the heart of those troubles, those sorrows, henceforth have a sincere person to share with him, and he does not have to worry and doubt, this person will betray himself, because she for him, even life!

Perhaps those tribulations were all for the sake of accumulating later luck

Feng Xun raised his lips slightly, smelling the faint fragrance of flowers from her neck, which was his familiar fragrance of bathing. Finally he closed his eyes and dozed off.

"Me too..." the seventh day of the summer took Feng Xun's words and said it with a smile. But he found that he didn't respond. He couldn't help looking down at him. He really closed his eyes and fell asleep. He sighed silently in his heart.

She knew that during this period, he was really tired, not only physically, but also mentally, so she decided to fly to Kansas and accompany him to face all this!

This battle with the mantenins is far from over, but she will not let him shoulder the heavy task alone any more!

Just when Feng Xun and Xia Qiqi get on the private plane to fly back to China, they take their son, Nord, back to Mrs. mantelling of Maryland manor. They are having dinner with their husband, and they call as soon as they have a phone call.

"What?" With a slight frown, he picked up his cell phone, stood up, walked not far away, and asked coldly, "you say, someone in Kansas City saw the suspect Darren?"

Because his voice was so loud, Mrs. mantelling's hand with fork clattered and fell on the white porcelain plate in front of her.

Nord, who had been with them for dinner, saw his father and mother's excitement. He picked up his eyebrows, took a drink from the glass in front of him, and asked curiously, "mother, what's the matter? Who on earth is calling my father? "

Mrs. mantelling did not answer. She focused all her attention on her husband's phone call. She only heard her husband coldly say to the person at the other end of the phone: "search for me. Even if you turn the city over, you should find Darren for me! If necessary, it can be solved directly... But live to see people, die to see corpses! "

On hearing her husband's order to the person on the other end of the line, Mrs. mantelling excitedly pushed her chair aside and stood up. She was about to dissuade her husband. However, she saw that her husband had hung up the phone and went back to the table to sit down.

"Honey, I just heard you say that a subordinate in Kansas found Darren's trace?"

Asked Madame mantelyn cautiously.

Mantning nodded slightly, frowned and replied: "yes, my people said that Darren had been wandering around the hospital where Feng Xun's mother lived. His whereabouts were strange. I should not be wrong!"

"No way, isn't he dead?" Mrs. Manning couldn't even believe her ears. When she took the picture to Mrs. Woodson, she was convinced that Darren would have died long ago!

She hated that Mrs. Woodson had become a muse in Darren's heart, and that Mrs. Woodson had killed Darren, but now her husband told her that Darren was not dead?

But if he didn't die, why hasn't there been any news in the past ten years?

"I thought he was dead, after all, he has been missing for more than ten years..." mantelling nodded, a doubt flashed in his eyes, forked up a broccoli in his plate, put it into his mouth, and then took a drink from his glass. He looked quite indifferent.

"Who would have thought that this guy was so lucky that he didn't die, and he was brave enough to show up in Kansas City!"

"Could it be that we guessed wrong that he didn't really get killed when he sealed his home?" Asked Mrs. Manning hesitantly. Nord's eyes widened in surprise. Why does he always feel that his parents seem to have hidden a lot from him!

"Who knows what tricks Feng is playing!" With a cold snort, he put down his glass and said with a displeased look, "this Darren is not dead, but there is some trouble! Originally, we could take advantage of the fact that Feng's family killed him, and now we have a handle on Feng's family. This handle is soaked in soup... "

When he said this, he cut a piece of steak and stroked the knife in his hand. The cold light flickered in his eyes: "but since he dares to appear, I have a way to turn him into a corpse!"

With these words, Nord, who used to be a gourd eater with a wine glass, shook his hand and spilled the red wine directly.

But Nord didn't care so much. He stood up and asked, "Dad, are you... Are you going to send someone to get rid of the man named Darren?"

Manning took a cold look at his frightened son Nord, waved his hand and said, "it's a matter between our elders. You don't have to worry about it!"

Although Mrs. mantelling had other ideas in her heart, she didn't want her son to know too much. She also took her husband's words and said with a smile, "yes, Nord, if you finish eating, go down first."

When she said this, she took a look at her son's clothes which were wet with red wine, patted his arm and advised: "you see, your clothes are all stained with red wine. Go and change your clothes quickly!"

Nord shrugged and turned away from the restaurant.

"You can't kill Darren!" mantningfu said slowly as he watched his son leave

"Why?" Mantelling looked at his wife coldly, with a sneer on his lips, and said, "don't you give up?"

"I... I didn't mean that!" Madame mantelling denied it with a lump in her throat.

With a sneer, Manning looked down at his wife, grabbed her chin, and said, "don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You've been haunted by that poor painter like Mrs. Woodson. It's a pity that Darren only likes Mrs. Woodson and doesn't mean anything to you."

"What are you talking about! I just appreciate his talent Mrs. mantelling countered indignantly, waving off her husband's hand.