Wife's Secret: President's Revengeful Sweet Wife

Official Cheng carefully reminded him that there was still some conflict between the backstage holy dragon gang of this brilliant entertainment company and the black forces behind him.

"Really? I'll go there. It's a big deal to sit for a few minutes," said Joe Feifan, frowning, taking another sip of wine, and then quickly turned the topic away: "did Tianyu find it?"

"Not yet," official Cheng also took a sip of wine, instinctively frowned, shook his head and said, "I've been sending people to look for him for more than four years, but there's no news of him."

Qiao Fanfan's half brother, Qiao Tianyu, was sent to New York for eye treatment five years ago. He stayed in New York for nearly half a year before he underwent surgery. However, less than a month after the operation, he has not fully recovered, and he disappeared inexplicably in the hospital.

Four and a half years ago, according to the news from the most authoritative eye hospital in New York, Qiao Tianyu's eyes had just removed the gauze, and his eyesight had just recovered a little. Like a few-year-old baby, he should be hospitalized for two months of observation period, and only through the slow adjustment of instruments and drugs.

However, Qiao Tianyu never returned to the hospital after shopping once. Four and a half years have passed. No one knows where Qiao Tianyu, who didn't know a word or even can't speak English, went or was kidnapped and killed.

"Keep looking," Joe held the glass tightly in his hand, his knuckles were white through the transparent glass, and his eyes looked more incomprehensible.

"Extraordinary, don't drink," Jing Ruiming took down the wine glass in his hand and gently advised him: "go back, tomorrow is Tan Xiaosu's death day."

Joe looked at Jing Ruiming, slowly put down his glass, didn't say a word, got up, and quickly walked outside the private room. In his heart, he didn't fill up because he was full of wine and food, but he was more and more empty.

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"Uncle Feng, where is this?" Lei Lei asked curiously when he saw that Feng Xuan parked his car downstairs.

"This is uncle Feng's former home," Feng Yu explained with a smile while opening the door very gentlemanly to let their mother and son get off. "Let's go upstairs. Uncle Feng's home is not big, but it's also two bedrooms and two living rooms, which is enough for the three of us."

Annie looked at Feng Yu sideways, took Lei Lei's hand and walked towards the elevator. As she walked, she asked softly, "haven't you always been in the United States? Why do you have a house on the seashore?"

"Didn't I tell you that I was originally from Binhai," Feng Yu immediately signaled them to hurry in when he saw the elevator door open, and then smiled and said, "I'm not only in Binhai, but I also have a house in other places. However, it's not convenient to live at present."

Annie nodded and stopped asking him. In fact, she knew about him in other places, but she didn't know about this house, so she felt a little curious.

Of course, she knows Feng Yu's true identity, because she recognized him at the first sight when she saw him four and a half years ago, but he didn't recognize her. So far, Feng Yu still doesn't know that they actually knew each other five years ago.

The building is a little old. Because of some years, Feng Yu said that although the appearance of the building is a little old, the decoration inside is OK, because he entrusted a decoration company to redecorate it three years ago. Although it is not luxurious, there is absolutely no problem with the residents.

There is really no problem. When Fengyu opens the door, everything in the room is not much different from the brand-new one, and the furniture is wrapped with transparent plastic film. Although there is a thick layer of dust, it is brand-new to clean it and remove the film.

Leilei was born a hands-on and brainy child. Without waiting for mommy's orders, she immediately went to find a broom and chicken feather duster. Annie quickly praised him, then found a headscarf from the suitcase to cover his head, and then went into the cleaning work with Leilei.

"What is the first thing you should do when you return to the seaside?" Feng Xuan asked Annie who was cleaning the windows while he was busy unpacking the beds that had not been unpacked.

"I want to find my mother," Annie said with a slight sigh. "I've been away from Binhai for five years. I don't know where my mother is now or how she's doing?"

"There's nothing else to do except looking for his mother?" Feng Xuan asked carefully as he installed the bed.

"And..." Annie only said two more words, then paused a little and said, "of course, be your agent. You are a big star now, and brilliant entertainment company wants to sign you for ten years. The performance fee is so high that I can squeeze a little more oil from you."

In fact, Annie almost said that she was looking for Qiao Fanfan for revenge, but she still didn't say it. Although back to Binhai, Feng Yu will know her identity sooner or later, but it's not now. Now she doesn't want to say it.

Feng Yu took a meaningful look at her. In fact, he sometimes doubted whether she was the person he wanted to find. However, he often denied it and thought it was impossible.

Because he and she met on the streets of New York, how could she go to New York alone?

Five years ago, although his eyes could not see, his ears were very sensitive. As long as he heard the voice several times, he would not forget it. What's more, he was such a person with great rebirth significance to him?

The voice in my memory is crisp and pleasant as a lark, while Anne's voice is hoarse, which is completely different from the voice in my memory.

He smiled at Annie's words, and then said faintly, "Annie, don't be so modest. You are a gold medal designer now. As long as you highlight your name as a gold medal designer, I don't know how many large fashion companies will hire you. At that time, you were determined to leave xiangke'er, but William was very sad."

Annie listened to his words and said faintly, "what gold medal designer, I don't do it now. What I want to do most now is the gold medal agent. Come on, don't worry about me. Now the most important thing is to keep the spirit. Don't forget that you will be the finale at the three-week annual celebration of the brilliant company in two days."

Feng Yu nodded and stopped talking. In fact, he insisted on returning to Binhai this time, not specifically for the third anniversary celebration of brilliant entertainment company, but to find her in his dream.

Three years ago, he asked someone to inquire about her, but the news was that the man was no longer alive. He didn't believe it and always thought it was a lie. Therefore, this time, he must come back and get the truth out.

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Today is the fifth anniversary of Tan Xiaosu's death. Qiao Fanfan went to the florist to buy more than 99 blue witches early in the morning, and then drove alone to tan Xiaosu's cemetery.

In fact, Jing Ruiming didn't say last night. He also remembers this day. He will never forget it in his life, so every year today, he will buy a blue witch to see her.

The face wearing sunglasses can't see any expression. The face is still cold, dark and full of haze. Only the deep black eyes hidden under Sunglasses show the deep sadness that others don't know.

The song "dear ones" has been playing in the car CD: today is another special day. I miss the ups and downs of the past.. Dear people, you know the pain in my heart is so lonely and miss you so much.

Joe Fanfan thought he should be the first one, because he went out at more than 6 a.m. in order to buy 99 blue witches.

However, when his car drove to the cemetery, he found that someone was earlier than him. This person was Leng Lingtian, who is now his strong enemy. He had filled Xiaosu's tomb with white chrysanthemums.

"The flower language of the blue witch is the only love," Leng Lingtian looked at the big holding of the blue witch in Qiao Feifan's arm, and the sarcastic voice came out of his thin lips, with a mocking look on his face: "Mr. Qiao, Mr. Qiao, when Xiaosu was alive, don't talk about the blue witch. I'm afraid you didn't even give her a rose? Now she's dead, but you bring the blue witch to her grave every year to mourn her. Do you think you're affectionate or ruthless?"

Joe's particularly cold face quickly surged into the haze, his thin lips were tight, and the darkness was frightening. He completely ignored Leng Lingtian's words, but directly came to the tombstone, lifted the white chrysanthemums placed there by Leng Lingtian, then put his big bunch of blue witch in the middle, and squatted down to carefully sort out a few slightly messy flowers.

"Chirp," Leng Lingtian couldn't help but utter a sarcastic exclamation, and then the sarcastic voice sounded again: "President Qiao, what are you doing? Who are you showing it to? Bringing 99 blue witches will prove how deep and true you love your dead wife. Can you prove to the world that you are a infatuated and good man? I'm afraid you're all for Yang people. People die like lights go out. Tan Xiaosu, I'm afraid she can't feel your deep love underground?"

Joe extraordinary's face was gloomy, his deep black eyes gave out a deep cold light, and he hit lenglingtian coldly. His cold voice sounded coldly: "people outside don't know that I have been married, and they don't know that I have a wife named Tan Xiaosu. Therefore, I don't need to show anyone or prove anything."

"Oh, yes, I forgot if you didn't say," Leng Lingtian suddenly realized, and then patted his head with his hand, as if he had just remembered: "I remember, five years ago, when my landscape garden opened, I invited many students. At that time, you and Tan Xiaosu came. However, at that time, you seemed to introduce your beloved woman Lin Qianqian to the public. At that time, Tan Xiaosu was sitting under the stage. You and she pretended not to know each other? Where did you admit that she was your wife?"