Mr.Feng's Belove Wife

"You can't make a mistake because someone else has money. It's too shameless..."

"It's not surprising that his father is dead. If he doesn't take this opportunity to make trouble, he won't have a chance in the future..."

Obviously, the middle-aged man also heard other people's comments. His injured face became more ugly. He struggled to get up, but he was held down by these strong bodyguards. He could only grin and sneer: "yes, last time I promised the police not to make trouble, but I didn't expect that you cheated too much and killed my father behind his back. Now I still don't admit it, Do you want to continue killing my family? I tell you, even if I am a ghost, I will not let you go! "

"You --" Annie did not expect that he could still say so indignant. She was so angry that she wanted to refute, but she was stopped by the seventh day of the summer.

On the seventh day of the summer, she winked at Annie and motioned that she didn't need to say more. Then she said calmly to the middle-aged man in front of her: "I thought you were in front of me today because of the money. Now it doesn't seem to be..."

The middle-aged man choked for a moment and was about to answer. The young man who had been fighting with him took a drink from a water cup, rinsed off the blood smell in his mouth, took Xia's words on the seventh day of the lunar new year, and said with a smile, "of course, he didn't drink for money. He was just drinking at the bar. He was cruel to the bartender in front of us, saying that he was rich, It's not bad for money at all

When the young man finished, several other bar regulars nodded in agreement and joked with a smile: "well, he put his wallet on the bar before. He was so rich and powerful..."

The onlookers were more and more strange. They didn't understand what the middle-aged man wanted. On the seventh day of the summer, they also keenly caught the suspicious points in the information. They looked at the middle-aged man with a smile and said, "Mr. Li, you're not bad for money. I despise you. If someone didn't say that just now, I thought it wasn't you who blackmailed me for money."

The middle-aged man's face was blue and white for a while. He couldn't explain it for a moment. He could only stare at the young man who had just fought with him. He just thought that the young man was just too busy!

"I know, you are one of them..." he glared at the young man, then looked at the seventh day of the summer in front of him, and said with a sneer, "do you think this can clear the fact that you killed my father?"

This time, before the seventh day of the summer, the onlookers could not help it. Someone said, "I say that you keep saying that others have killed your father, but you can't find any evidence, and you don't believe the police. What do you want?"

"Yes, you said just now that you don't need money, you have plenty of money, and you don't want compensation from others. What do you want? Give me a definite word!"

The middle-aged man glared at the seventh day of the summer day in front of him and said with a sneer: "I want you killers to bury my dead father!"

When he said this, many onlookers took a breath of air, only to think that he was crazy.

However, Xia Chuqi was not frightened by his eyes. His lips rose slightly. He lowered his head to the middle-aged man in front of him and said, "if you really want to find out the murderer and avenge your father, you'd better cooperate with the police investigation, so that your dead father can die!"

After a pause, she added in a low voice: "also, Mr. Li, you should remember that some money will be hot if you take it, and it will be stained with your dead father's blood. Be careful of nightmares at night!"

"You -" the middle-aged man's body suddenly shakes. He can't believe his eyes on the seventh day of last summer. His expression is both surprised and angry.

On the seventh day of the early summer, he waved his hand to the bodyguards who held him down and said in a light voice, "OK, let him go."

Several bodyguards then released the hand holding his body, while the middle-aged man slowly stood up, his clothes were in a mess, his face was still with wounds, and he looked very embarrassed.

He looked at the beginning of summer seven one eye, originally wanted to put a cruel words, but to her sneer eyes, cruel words in any case can not say, can only point to her, stumbling to turn away from the bar.

As the middle-aged man fled, the onlookers also felt bored and shrugged their shoulders.

And the seventh day of summer looked down at the middle-aged man's hand. Her brow was slightly wrinkled. Seeing this, Secretary Annie quickly went forward and asked, "seventh day of summer, are you ok?"

"Of course I'm ok, but I feel a little dirty hands..." at the beginning of summer, seven words fell, a wet towel was handed to the front.

She raised her eyes and saw that the young man who had just tried to talk to her was the one who handed over the wet towel, but the wound on his face was not much better.

"Here you are, it's clean..." the young man was embarrassed to see Xia's seventh day looking at him, and explained with a smile.

"Thank you very much." The seventh day of the summer accepted his kindness, took the wet towel, tore it open, and wiped his hands. Then he said to him, "you'd better deal with the wound on your face to avoid infection."

"Nothing, just a little hurt..." the young man waved his hand and said to the seventh day of the summer: "I'm sorry, I didn't recognize your identity just now. I thought you were a single woman, so I came to chat you up rashly..."

On the seventh day of the summer, when he saw that he really apologized for what he had just talked about, he chuckled, shook his head and said, "it's nothing. There's no need to apologize. Let's talk about it. Thank you for your words just now."

When the young man saw the smile on her face, he was stunned for a moment. Seeing that she also took the initiative to thank him, he responded. He shook his hand and said with a simple smile, "I didn't say anything, but I'm angry. Just now that guy was so cheap and slandered you..."

"I'm not thanking you for that!" On the seventh day of the summer, he shakes his head and smiles.

"What's that for?" This young man is a Leng again, scratched hair to ask hesitantly.

"Thank you for telling me an important message!" At the beginning of summer, if the young man didn't say one more word, she really didn't know that the man surnamed Li just now could come to the bar a few days after his father died and yelled that he had plenty of money!

Some of the young people still don't understand the meaning of the seventh day of the third lunar month. They asked in doubt, "what important information did I tell you?"

The meaning of Xia Chuqi's smile is profound. He didn't explain it to him. Here the bartender came with the boss and bowed his thanks to Xia Chuqi.

"Madam Feng, the man was making trouble in the bar just now. Thank you for taking people to stop him and drive him away. I'll give up all your drinks today..."