Mr.Feng's Belove Wife

"Not now, but in the future?" Rosen shook his head, put his hands on the table, looked at Feng Xun in the video, and coldly reminded him: "we really won the battle with manstar before, but I don't want to see that the battle we won with difficulty will be defeated by your own hands in the end! Although the group was founded by you, don't forget that my father still has some shares in his hands! "

"I will never forget your father's kindness!" Feng Xun nodded slightly. In the face of Rosen's anger, he was still calm.

"I won't let my mother or other people affect the company's profits, so Rosen, help me tell your father, let him rest assured, when this lawsuit is over, I will personally apologize!"

Seeing Feng Xun's anger just now, Rosen kept calm and calmed down. He waved his hand and said, "I don't need to apologize. You know my father's character. I was in a hurry just now. You took care of your family when you were young. I believe you still have this ability now!"

For Feng Xun's ability, his father and Rosen never doubted!

"Thank you, Rosen. I'll trouble you to take care of me while I'm away from the company." Feng Xun in front of the video Rosen, for the first time seriously bow thanks.

Rosen shrugged his shoulders and jokingly replied, "I don't have to thank you. I'm an executive director. If I don't do it well, my father will punish me!"

When he said this, he changed the subject and asked with concern, "by the way, I heard that you're rushing back to Philadelphia temporarily for the seventh day of the summer. How's it going? Is she OK?"

"Thank you for your concern, she's ok..." Feng Xun shakes his head and smiles, mentions his little girl, and her look changes from the coldness before, and becomes softer.

In the video, Rosen saw the change of his expression with his own eyes. He had seen it for a long time and said with a smile: "it's OK. I saw you frown every day in Italy before. Now when I come back to your wife, I'm in a better state!"

Feng Xun did not deny Rosen's statement.

"If there's nothing wrong with Philadelphia, you'd better hurry back to Italy!" Rosen said here, laughing and joking: "as for your wife who is still studying, don't worry, she can't run away!"

"She won't leave me, but I need to stay with her in Philadelphia these days!" Feng Xun doesn't want to explain too much about the little girl to Rosen. Although the little girl's body is OK, he should at least wait for her to fully recover, and it's not too late to leave!

"I didn't expect that Feng Da boss, who used to speak to women, has become a favorite wife. The world has changed..." Rosen shook his head and sighed. Then he hung up the video.

Feng Xun turns off the computer, looks at the time, and estimates that his little girl is about to wake up. He picks up his mobile phone, gets up and leaves the study, and goes back to the bedroom.

He thought that the little girl in the bedroom had just woken up or was still asleep. After all, he couldn't hold back for a while and was so tired that she

But he pushed open the bedroom door and saw his little girl, her legs arched, leaning against the bed, her hands around her knees, shivering, and her face pale.

"Little girl? What's the matter? " Feng Xun sees her this appearance, in the heart suddenly a tight, stride forward, embrace her in the bosom, soft voice asks: "when did you wake up?"

No matter how gentle his voice is, the seventh day of the summer is just like a bird in shock. He shakes his head and pushes him away, shaking his lips and saying, "don't touch me!"

"Little girl?" Feng Xun didn't let go of his hand and stroked her long hair. He patted her on the back and said in a low voice, "don't be afraid. It's me. I'm here..."

When he said that, he gave her a kiss on her forehead, hugged her in his arms, put her back close to her body, and did not forget to pull up the quilt to prevent her from catching cold.

It was his strong heartbeat that made the seventh day of summer come back from the panic just now. She looked back at his familiar eyes and confused eyes, which made her clear. She grabbed his collar as if she had caught the straw and didn't dare to release it.

"Nightmare again?" Feng Xun saw that she was in a panic, and guessed that she might have had another nightmare, otherwise it would not be like this when she woke up!

At the beginning of summer, she nodded at seven and said in a low voice, "I had a terrible nightmare just now. I dreamed of a lot of blood and my mother lying in front of me like that. My body and hands were covered with blood..."

"It's just a nightmare!" Hearing her description, Feng Xun kisses the top of her hair and comforts her in a soft voice: "don't think too much, and don't think about your nightmares any more, otherwise the information will remain in your mind, and you will always repeat such nightmares!"

"Feng Xun, I hope it's just a nightmare..." Xia Chu Qi shook his head with a bitter smile, looked back at him and said slowly: "but now I begin to doubt whether the nightmare I had really happened, otherwise how could the picture be so clearly engraved in my mind?"

When she said this, she suddenly thought of a possibility, and her face was as white as snow.

"What's the matter?" Feng Xun saw that something was wrong with her look, and he was also worried. He quickly asked, "are you still thinking about the nightmare just now?"

"I first dreamed of my childhood and my mother. Now I dream that my mother died in front of me, and my body and hands are full of blood..."

The seventh day of the summer is a bit difficult, and the palm is also cold: "will this nightmare be my real memories... My dusty memories..."

"Little girl, don't think about it. You were still young at that time..." Feng Xun was surprised when he heard her guess. He didn't want her to continue to think about it. He whispered around her shoulder and said, "you're just bothered by the Rose Cross meeting recently, so you're just thinking about it!"

"Feng Xun, I'm so afraid..." Xia Chu Qi shakes his head, clenches his sleeve, and says in a low voice: "I'm really afraid. I've been dreaming about this situation again and again. Do you think it's possible that I killed my mother myself..."

Otherwise, why didn't father want to mention his mother's death, or why would father treat her so harshly when he was a child, and even punish her to kneel on her mother's throne every time she rebelled?

"Little fool, how can it be? You were young at that time!" Feng Xun didn't expect that several nightmares would make her have such doubts. He quickly took her hand and said in a soft voice: "I said that it was just a few nightmares. Your mother's death has nothing to do with you!"