Mr.Feng's Belove Wife

Although she has always been proud of the outside world, but also know, how many celebrities behind her, pointing at her talk!

Later, Mrs. mantelling, who took the photo and went to the hospital, reminded her that she seemed to have won, but actually lost miserably!

"Yes, Feng Xun's wife is better than me, so he can tear my face for her, and you can accuse me for her..." Mrs. Woodson ate the food in front of her mechanically, forgetting that she had started to eat the most annoying broccoli, murmuring to herself in a low voice.

"I'm a failed wife, a failed mother... No matter who you are, you can point at the tip of my nose and criticize me, whether it's you, or the seventh day of summer, or mantelling..."

Feng Fu frowned a little. He didn't know why she began to talk nonsense. He watched her eat without thinking. Even the dishes on the plate began to eat. He grabbed the knife and fork from her hand and said forcefully, "you look full. I'll help you back!"

This time Mrs. Woodson didn't refuse any more, so she was taken out of her seat by force.

Feng Fu wholeheartedly helped Mrs. Woodson leave the restaurant and settled the bill by the way. He didn't notice that someone with a mobile phone nearby quietly took several photos of them, waiting for their figure to leave the restaurant.

"It's really interesting that Feng Xun's father, who came back from the dead, and his ex-wife, Mrs. Woodson, had dinner together and showed intimacy..."

The man who took the photo lowered his head and turned over the pictures taken on his mobile phone. His lips rose slightly and dialed a number directly: "Hello, Mr. mantelling, you asked me to stare at Mrs. Woodson's news. Guess what I took?"

Mantelling, on the other end of the phone, was a little upset. When he heard his informant say so, he urged unhappily, "what do you get, say it quickly!"

"I've sent you the photos. Please remember to receive them on your mobile phone!" The man taking the picture, shaking his glass in front of him, said with a low smile, "Mr. mantelling, I think you will be surprised to see this picture!"

Mantelling picked up his mobile phone and looked at it suspiciously. Sure enough, he saw several photos pop up from the dialog box. He opened the photo to enlarge it and looked at it. Suddenly, he was surprised.

"You got it in New York?" Asked mantling, incredulously.

"Of course, I photographed it in a French restaurant where Mrs. Woodson often goes. I didn't expect that she would have dinner with Feng Xun's father tonight, and she looked very intimate!"

The man who took the picture said something unbelievable and said, "according to my previous investigation, their feelings have long been shattered. Is it too late for them to rekindle their old love?"

"Who knows!" Mantling snorted coldly and said angrily: "the father of Feng Xun, who had no news for more than ten years before, now suddenly came out and met his ex-wife. It's really heartfelt. Don't he know that his ex-wife has married another man in her second marriage, and that he has seen his ex-wife again?"

"He must know about Mrs. Woodson's second marriage, but as for the lover you are talking about, I'm afraid not!" The photographer shrugged and said carelessly.

Mantling was silent for a moment, then suddenly his eyes lit up and a wonderful idea came to mind.

"Since he doesn't know, we might as well let him know!" Speaking of this, he whispered to the informant at the other end of the line, "go and do something for me. Try to meet him and tell him that the artist Darren is still alive."

"Are you sure you want to do that, Mr. mantelling?" The man who took the photo picked his eyebrows and asked thoughtfully, "what if it irritates him and makes him mad again?"

"That's good!" Manning sneered and said, "he's mad. He can only pull the back of Feng Xun! I'm waiting for that madman to get sick again and find out Darren's whereabouts. In this way, we can spare no effort to find Darren's whereabouts, and also make the Feng family make waves. It's killing two birds with one stone! "

"I see, Mr. mantelyn. Wait for my good news!" The man who took the photo quickly understood the employer's meaning and replied with a smile: "I will do what you say, but after it is done, my salary will be increased by another 20%!"

When he said this, he seemed to be able to guess that Mr. mantelling would refuse unhappily, and then he reminded with a smile: "after all, I'm going to risk my life to provoke a madman who doesn't know when he will get sick. Mr. mantelling should also give me some compensation for his feelings and reasons!"

"If you really succeed, I will give you 20% more reward!" Manning, though frowning displeasantly, agreed to his request.

At the end of the call, mantelling could not help cursing. In a bad mood, he went to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of whisky, poured half a glass, added some ice and took a few sips.

"These private detectives are becoming more and more cunning. They only know how to ask me for revenge. Damn it!"

Mrs. mantelling went downstairs with a tired face. She saw her husband drinking in a bad mood and still swearing. She quickly stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "what's the matter? What's the matter? Why are you drinking here alone?"

Mantelling was too lazy to say much, so he pushed his mobile phone to his wife.

Mrs. mantelling picked up his mobile phone and saw the pictures on his mobile phone. After seeing the two people in the picture, she was surprised and asked, "isn't this EVA and her ex husband? How did they get together? "

"My private detective took photos in New York. I don't know when the madman went to New York. Looking at the photos, I guess it's a revival of old love!" Mantelyn said with a sneer.

"If it's a revival of old love, why didn't she see him when she was recovering in the hospital?" Asked Madame mantelling in a puzzled way.

"Maybe I went, maybe it was inconvenient to show up at that time, so as not to be questioned by the reporter about the resurrection of the dead!" He shrugged, continued to drink the whiskey in front of him, and said coldly, "anyway, since he dares to show up in public, I'll make him look good!"

"What are you going to do?" Mrs. mantelling looked at her husband with some worry, always worried that he would make things big.

"You don't have to care, anyway, I won't let them make the family happy..." mantelling finished the whiskey in front of him, slammed down his glass, stood up and walked away with a sneer.