Chapter 1104

Feng Yan sneered and said slowly, "Mrs. Woodson, it seems you've had a good time recently..."

Mrs. Woodson recognized that it was Feng Yan who was calling. She walked away from the crowd with her mobile phone and asked, "Feng Yan, how can you call me at this time?"

Feng Yan said with a noncommittal smile, "Mrs. Woodson, I don't care about you, so I call you."

"Care about me?" Mrs. Woodson seemed to have heard some joke. She shook her head and replied in a funny way: "Feng Yan, I'm afraid I heard you wrong. Who are you and who am I? Will you care about me?"

Without waiting for Feng Yan to reply, she said, "you just want to see how the lawsuit between my son and me is going, don't you?"

"I like Mrs. Woodson's straightforwardness Feng Yan chuckled, and his tone became serious: "I heard that Mrs. Woodson's previous lawsuit was rejected by the court, and you have given up the chance to sue again. Why, does Mrs. Woodson want to watch the loss of her property?"

Mrs. Woodson's face changed slightly. She didn't want to give up. Originally, she had a chance to win at least half of Feng Xun's assets, but now she just got a fraction!

But this is the best negotiation result, because she can't be sent directly to prison by Feng Xun for money, and let herself and the whole family's reputation be ruined!

She also knows that now Feng Yan suddenly calls, not to care whether she is fighting for property from Feng Xun, but also to inquire about the distribution of property from her!

When Mrs. Woodson thought of this, she put on a sneer at the corner of her lips and replied calmly: "Feng Yan, do you want me and Feng Xun to continue to fight a lawsuit? It's said that I sued Feng Xun at the beginning, which shocked your family and made you hold a family meeting urgently. Now I give up the prosecution. Why do you seem very disappointed? "

The smile on Feng Yan's face was stiff and silent for a moment, then he said with a smile: "Mrs. Woodson, it doesn't matter what I think. What matters is you. You've prepared for this lawsuit for a long time, and then you shrink back at the critical moment. It's not like your style!"

After a pause, he said, "what's more, doesn't Mrs. Woodson know that Feng Xun's father, my uncle who claimed to have died of madness, is not dead at all? Mrs. Woodson, when I told you this news, you had the chips to confront Feng Xun. Do you remember what terms you promised me? "

Mrs. Woodson frowned slightly, almost without hesitation denied Feng Yan's statement, and said coldly, "Feng Yan, what are you talking about? I don't understand! Feng Xun's father died tomorrow morning. It's obvious that he was buried. You can't make a rumor

Feng Yan almost didn't get angry with what Mrs. Woodson said. The cunning old witch even denied the fact, and even didn't want to admit the terms she had discussed with him?

Now she has changed her attitude towards him and become so tough. There is no doubt that she and her son Feng Xun have reached an agreement in Turin before, and she got a considerable sealing fee from Feng Xun!

Feng Yan cursed Mrs. Woodson in his heart and tried to keep calm. He sneered at the woman on the other end of the phone and said, "Mrs. Woodson, you are really cunning enough. You get the news from me and go to talk with Feng Xun. Do you think it's fun to play with me?"

Mrs. Woodson also heard the anger in Feng Yan's tone, and she laughed with indifference, and said: "Feng Yan, you said it again. Feng Xun is my son, and we are my own mother and son. If I take the news you gave me to negotiate with my son, I can't say it in any case. Do I really want to join hands with you to deal with my own son?"

"You --" Feng Yan's face was livid with anger, and was once again refreshed by Mrs. Woodson's impudence!

This old woman, who was insidious enough in those years, is still so bold and cunning now. She deserves to be Feng Xun's own mother!

"Mrs. Woodson, it looks like you're going to cross the river!" Feng Yan grits his teeth to finish this sentence, and hums coldly: "you can pretend that you don't know anything, but don't forget that I still have evidence to prove that Feng Xun's father is alive. As long as I tell the news, what do you say will be the consequence?"

When Mrs. Woodson heard his threat, there was a crack on her calm face. But she was from the past. After calming down, she said with a smile: "Feng Yan, it's you, not me. It's just a scandal of your family. What's the connection with me? I won't be affected, but you are different. Even if you are Feng Xun's cousin, do you really think that Feng Xun will let you go? "

After she said this, she laughed and reminded him: "you are also my nephew. I kindly remind you, Feng Yan, that you couldn't fight my son in those years, but now you are still his loser. You'd better be your dandy."

When Mrs. Woodson's voice falls, the phone is hung up directly, and Feng Yan's expression is unpredictable.

"Bitches, bitches!" Feng Yan's eyes flashed a touch of evil color, and smashed the phone to the point. Under the hand, Ken said: "bring me a bottle of whisky, I want to drink!"

"Yan Shao, your foot injury is not good, and you just took anti-inflammatory drugs, can't drink!" His subordinate, Akon, hastily and conscientiously reminded him.

"Are you going to piss me off, too?" Feng Yan glared at him fiercely, waved his hand and said, "bring me wine!"

"Yan Shao, just listen to my advice. I know you have resentment against Feng Xun in your heart, but things don't turn for the better. If you just get drunk and react with the medicine, what's wrong will only make Feng Xun happier and feel that he can solve the problem without his own hands!"

The subordinate a Ken said here, earnestly advised: "Yan little, the body is important, you must not hurt yourself for the sake of a moment!"

Feng Yan also knows a Ken's loyalty. Hearing what he said, he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "what you said is right. I was angry just now..."

He rubbed his eyebrows and asked Ken to pour him a cup of warm water. Until he finished drinking a cup of warm water, his anger subsided for a while. He asked Ken, "what do you mean when you just said turning around?"