Mr.Feng's Belove Wife

Instead of sending Mrs. Woodson back to the Long Island villa, Feng's father called a taxi for her. He repeatedly emphasized to the taxi driver that she must be delivered safely. He watched the yellow taxi go away, and then he regained his sight.

Instead of rushing back to the hotel, he walked slowly down Fifth Avenue and sighed when he remembered what EVA had just said.

When he got to the corner of the street, the light from the corner of his eyes swept to the figure not far away. He suddenly stopped, turned to the figure hiding in the dark and said in a low voice: "I know you've been following me for a long time. Follow me from the restaurant. Come out!"

The figure, who had been hiding in the dark, came out slowly and said with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Feng..."

"I haven't seen you!" Feng Fu looked coldly at the middle-aged stranger in front of him, frowned slightly, and asked coldly, "how do you recognize me?"

"Mr. Feng is a famous man. Even though you have disappeared for several years, there are always legends about you in the world. Of course I can recognize you!"

The middle-aged man gave his father a proper smile and said politely, "in fact, I always admire Mr. Feng, but it's a pity I haven't had a chance to meet him!"

"Who are you and what's your purpose in finding me?" Feng Fu knew that this man suddenly appeared and followed him silently. He must have another motive. He turned a deaf ear to his compliments and asked coldly.

"I'm a private detective. Here's my business card -" the middle-aged man took out his business card holder from his pocket, took out a business card and handed it to Feng's father. He explained with a smile: "Mr. Feng doesn't have to be so wary of me. In fact, I've been looking for someone here recently, but I happened to see Mr. Feng in the restaurant just now, I can't help following you out! "

Feng Fu took this business card and took a look, but he was not interested in his career. He asked in a light tone: "really, what's the relationship between the task you took and me? You came to follow me. Someone hired you to come to me?"

"Mr. Feng misunderstood. I have some personal worship for you..." the middle-aged private detective shook his head and said with an orderly smile: "Mr. Feng didn't deliberately hide his whereabouts. He is also a big figure in the Feng family. How could someone hire me to look for you?"

When he said this, Feng's father didn't seem to have much patience to listen to him. He added with a smile: "however, after reading the information of the man I'm looking for, I found that he seems to have something to do with Mr. Feng, so I also want to find a chance to ask Mr. Feng. I don't know if Mr. Feng can appreciate it?"

The detective asked politely, pointing to the cafe just a few steps away.

Feng Fu didn't want to deal with the strange private detective. He replied coldly, "if you have anything to say, just say it here! Who are you looking for and what does it have to do with me? "

The middle-aged detective was rejected by him, but he didn't show any disappointment. He took out a picture from his arms, handed it to Feng's father, and said with a smile, "I don't know Mr. Feng, do you remember an artist named Darren?"

With these words, Feng Fu's face suddenly changed.

He clearly saw the change of expression on Feng's father's face, quickly disappeared the flash of light in his eyes, and continued to explain: "the man in the photo is the artist I'm looking for. His artistic creation when he was young can be described as unique. His sculptures and paintings have been snapped up at high prices. It's said that Mr. Feng once photographed his paintings..."

Feng Fu's eyes cooled down, and his hands holding the photos consciously tightened. However, he did not answer the detective's exploratory words, but coldly said: "I have bought more works of art, just a painting, not enough to worry about!"

The detective did not retreat because of his attitude, nodded and replied with a smile: "of course, after all, Mr. Feng has a strong family background, and Van Gogh Picasso's paintings can be photographed without hesitation... But Mr. Darren's talent in those years is amazing. Everyone is waiting for him to have better works, but he suddenly disappeared. This disappearance is more than ten years..."

"What are you trying to say?" Feng Fu looked at the detective in front of him sharply and asked impatiently.

The detective opened his mouth slowly and said, "I found that when he disappeared, he seemed to have met Mr. Feng and your wife..."

"So?" Feng Fu snorted coldly and asked unhappily, "are you questioning his whereabouts with me? Do you think his disappearance has something to do with us? "

"Don't get me wrong, Mr. Feng. I don't mean anything else. Since I've been hired to look for this person's whereabouts, I naturally need to investigate more carefully..."

The middle-aged detective said, "I just want to ask Mr. Feng if you and your wife met him later."

"No!" Feng Fu answered without hesitation. Seeing that the middle-aged detective was still doubting his answer, he reminded with a sneer, "if you don't believe me, you can ask my ex-wife!"

He deliberately emphasized the word ex-wife, I believe the private detective will not know that his wife has become Mrs. Woodson!

"How does Mr. Feng know I didn't ask?" The middle-aged detective asked with a smile.

Feng Fu looked at him without expression and said in a light tone: "since you have asked, you should know that we are telling the truth..."

"That's a pity!" The middle-aged detective did not continue to ask. He shook his head, sighed and took back this picture of Darren.

"What a pity?" Feng Fu only felt that the private detective had something to say and asked coldly, "according to you, since Darren has been missing for many years, why did someone suddenly hire you to look for him? Who is your employer? "

"Sorry, according to professional confidentiality, I can't answer your question!" The middle-aged detective gave Feng Fu an apologetic smile and said in a low voice, "but I can tell you that the reason why I came here to find him is that I received news that he recently appeared in the United States..."

"What did you say?" Feng's face changed again. He had never heard of the news. Feng Xun didn't mention it to him on the phone, and EVA didn't mention it.

"Mr. Feng, it seems that you don't know about it yet..." seeing his father's reaction, the middle-aged detective knew that his goal had been achieved.