Mr.Feng's Belove Wife

"What's to be done, Catlin?" It wasn't until the seventh day of the summer that wensuli and katerin walked away that several friends around katerin could not help but ask in a low voice.

"I think it's better not to provoke the seventh day of the summer. She's Feng Xun's wife. If she can really deal with us, we can't afford to..."

"That is, Feng Xun has a good relationship with the headmaster. Maybe we'll annoy her, and we'll be caught in the wrong place and expelled by the school!"

Katerin's friends, you and I whispered, even if you don't know who katerin's bed photo is spread throughout the school, but no one dares to provoke the seventh day of summer!

"Enough!" Katerin yelled angrily at her friends. Her eyes flashed with anger. She clenched her fists and said in a low voice: "even if it's not the seventh day of the summer, it has nothing to do with her. They think that using my bed photo can quell the discussion of the infringement case. It's really hateful... Whether it's the seventh day of the summer or Wen Suli, I won't let go of either of them! And that Marcy, by the way

She said this, angrily turned to leave, a few friends around picked up the photos, also rushed to catch up.

On the seventh day of the summer, worried that Catlin's gang would catch up with Wen Suli, they directly sent Wen Suli to the library. On the way, Wen Suli asked in a low voice, "on the seventh day of the summer, you said that Catlin insisted that you did it. I'm afraid you won't stop. Will you come to your trouble?"

"If she comes to me, I won't be afraid of her!" Early summer seven shrugged, said with a smile: "see if she has the courage!"

"You didn't do it at all, she had to count it on you..." Wen Suli sighed, suddenly thought of a possible candidate, and asked in a low voice, "seventh day of junior high school, do you think that this thing... Could be done by Marcy?"

"Marcy?" Early summer seven Leng Leng, surprised to ask: "why do you think of her?"

"Do you remember the day you slapped katerin, and then Marcy came out and poured a glass of juice on her head?" When Wen Suli said this, she nodded her head at the beginning of summer and reminded her in a low voice: "I think Marcy should not be used to that Catlin, so she did it!"

"So, it's really possible..." the seventh day of the summer nodded slightly and said thoughtfully, "but if Marcy has long been unhappy with Catlin, why should she expose this bed now?"

"I don't know, maybe I just found the evidence, or..." Wen Suli said here, thinking of a possibility, she hesitated: "does she want to help us?"

"Do you mean that Marcy promised to help us calm down the rumors on campus before, in order to do so?" The seventh day of the summer seemed to understand something and began to have some new views on this Marcy!

It seems that her first instinct is right. Although Marcy showed enthusiasm at the beginning, the purpose is too obvious. If the gossip photo of Catlin is really Marcy's work, it will work for a while, but it is no different from the behavior of splashing dirty water on each other in the entertainment industry

This kind of person can't be intimate!

Seeing the slight frown on the seventh day of the summer, Wen Suli quickly said, "the seventh day of the summer, it's just my guess. Maybe ask Marcy to know?"

"Don't ask, Xiaowen. Don't think about these miscellaneous things. If Mr. Li's lawyer harasses you again, please remember to tell me the first time!" The seventh day of the summer patted her on the shoulder, told her to go back and remember to change her dressing, watched her enter the library, and then turned away from the campus.

On the seventh day of the lunar new year, he sat on Land Rover and whispered to the bodyguard beside him, "go and find out who actually exposed the photo of katerin's bed? And the rumors about me in the school before, where did they come from? "

"Yes The bodyguard quickly nodded and asked respectfully, "young lady, do you want to go back to the villa or not?"

On the seventh day of the summer, he thought about it and said, "go to the blooming club."

The head of the bodyguard heard her say so, some surprised in the heart, but did not dare to ask the intention of the seventh day of summer, can only respectfully nod should be.

At this time, the sun has not yet set. Although the country clubs in the suburbs are all open, they are not very busy. When the Land Rover on the seventh day of summer stops at the gate of the blooming club, she gets out of the car and looks up. Sure enough, the club is not closed today, but is in normal business.

In the early summer, seven lips slightly hook, reach out to push open the door of the club, and walk in slowly.

This club, named blooming, is totally different from other country clubs in style. If other country clubs are places for migrant workers to relax and relax, then this club is like a fortress with dark style

The hall is not so spacious. There are only some tables and chairs. Looking around, you can see that several red doors are locked.

On the dark red walls of the corridor, the ancient murals seem to be integrated with the club!

The card seats in those halls are all tables and chairs carved with complicated patterns, which also implies that the owner of this club must be a person who likes medieval Gothic culture!

At this time, there were almost no guests in the club. On the seventh day of the summer, he looked around and found that even the waiter didn't see a few. He went directly to the direction of the bar and pressed the bell. He didn't see anyone coming out. He pressed the bell again: "is there anyone?"

A young man just lifted the curtain and came out of the room. He was wearing a proper black suit and a bow tie around his neck. He politely asked the seventh day of early summer, "Hello, madam, what can I do for you?"

At the beginning of summer seven, they looked up at their list, pointed to one of them and said with a smile, "I want your special drink here - blood rose!"

The smile on the young man's face froze. After a moment's silence, he shook his head at the seventh day of the summer and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, madam. This special drink is only available at special times, but it can't be provided now!"

"Is it?" At the beginning of summer, with one hand dragging his chin, he asked curiously, "then I want to ask, when is a special period of time?"

"After nightfall, the Nightingale's song will ring..." the young waiter said in a low voice, with a faint confused tone.

At the beginning of summer, the waiter frowned slightly. He always felt that the waiter was too strange, just like the club called blooming. He could not help knocking on the table and coughing: "it sounds like it's not easy to drink your special drink!"