These things, she really did not listen to Feng Xun mentioned, not even a word!
Feng Xun didn't answer. At the beginning of the summer, he snorted coldly, and continued: "Mrs. Woodson, they have done too many things, far more than what I said. The two major events I said are because I personally experienced them with Feng Xun. So now, you are not qualified to say that there is no such thing as two families fighting and no one dying, because of the mantenings, I've been looking forward to the fall of Feng family, so that manstar can accept the most important assets of Feng family! "
Mrs. Woodson's face turned blue and white. Perhaps, as the seventh day of the summer accused, she didn't ask about these business affairs for a long time. Her only achievement was probably to help Feng Xun's father fight with Feng Yan's father and successfully stabilize the qualification of Feng Xun's successor!
But she also knew in her heart that even if she didn't do it, if she was as good as her son Feng Xun, she would be the best successor of Feng family in Feng Lao's heart!
However, how Feng Xun fought against manstar and supported the whole Feng family did not help her
"I'm sorry, I don't know these..." Mrs. Woodson whispered to Feng Xun and Xia Chuqi with deep shame in her voice: "if you don't tell me, I really don't know that the fight between the two families has been so intense, and I don't know that Feng Xun has suffered so much!"
"Yes, if Mrs. Woodson had thought of it, she would not have gone to the Turin court to sue for the division of Fengjia's property, which almost caused the whole Fengjia's property to be investigated by European tax authorities..."
At the beginning of summer, there was a sneer on the corner of her lips. Mrs. Woodson trembled, lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm really sorry..."
On the seventh day of the summer, she gave vent to Mrs. Woodson. Seeing that she looked decadent, she kept bowing her head and saying sorry. She also felt that her tone seemed a little fierce. Instead of going on, she just took a subconscious look at Feng Xun.
Feng Xun patted her on the shoulder as a sign of comfort, and then said to her mother, who lowered her head and said sorry, in a deep voice: "these things have passed. You don't have to say sorry to me any more! I hope you don't blame her for what she said just now
"What do I blame her for? I'm responsible for everything..." Mrs. Woodson shook her head and looked up at Feng Xun with a wry smile. Tears were already shining in her eyes. "Feng Xun, do you blame me?"
"Do you want me to tell you the truth?" Feng Xun looked into her eyes and said in a deep voice.
Mrs. Woodson nodded quickly. She didn't have many chances to communicate with her son. She didn't even know that her son asked Jessica to be a counselor. Maybe she didn't know much about her son as much as that counselor!
"I've known since I was a child that you and my father have a bad relationship. No matter what happened later, it didn't really affect me..."
Feng Xun said, "I have never expected you. How can I be disappointed?"
At the beginning of the summer, Mrs. Woodson's body was stiff at first. After a moment's silence, she burst into tears.
She clearly saw Feng Xun's indifferent eyes when he said this. There was no irony in his eyes, and there was no emotion fluctuation
He never had any expectation of her as a mother, and he was never disappointed in what she did later!
She has always felt that her son's indifference and ruthlessness is due to his father. Now, perhaps long ago, he has learned to digest everything by himself, and he will not have any illusions or be disappointed in anything!
She always said that her son was too heartless and had no family affection in her heart. Now, how could it be that she was not the mother?
She has never given him the love as a mother, and what qualification does she have to doubt that he has no family affection in his heart?
In fact, he can completely ignore her life or death, but this kidnapping, her missing, her husband and daughter, has not come back, is that she felt no family in the heart of Feng Xun, the first time to arrive in New York!
Thinking of this, Mrs. Woodson could not help crying. She knew that she had been wrong a long time ago... And now, there is no chance to make up for it!
"Feng Xun, I'm sorry, I haven't been a good wife or a good mother..." Mrs. Woodson cried in front of her son for the first time.
Feng Xun took out a paper towel and handed it to her, and said in a light tone: "now is not the time to admit your mistake. I will send someone to inquire about the information that the mantening family had about the incident more than ten years ago! But I don't want that to be a reason for you to bow to the mantenings! "
Mrs. Woodson raised her foggy eyes and looked at Feng Xun. There was a moment's blank in her mind.
On the seventh day of the summer, she took the tissue and put it in her hand. She earnestly advised, "Mrs. Woodson, the fight between us and the mantelling family has come to a critical moment. We all hope that you can stand firmly on our side and not be used or influenced by them, understand?"
Mrs. Woodson nodded, with a paper towel from the seventh day of the summer in her hand.
At this time, the door of the ward opened. Lucy, the eldest daughter, had come back from a walk downstairs. She said hello to Feng Xun and early summer with a smile. She went to her mother, only to find that her mother's eyes were red and her cheeks were still full of tears. She asked with concern, "Mom, what's wrong with you? Who made you cry?"
Mrs. Woodson didn't answer. Lucy could only look at Feng Xun and the seventh day of the summer with a puzzled look on her face.
Feng Xun raised his hand to look at the time and said in a light tone: "it's late. We should go back too. Lucy, take care of her and let her have a rest early. Don't think too much. We'll come back to the hospital when we have time!"
"Oh, I know..." Lucy quickly nodded, saw Feng Xun and Xia Qiqi turned away and waved goodbye: "goodbye, big brother and sister-in-law!"
Before leaving the ward, Feng Xun thought of something and told Lucy, "next time, if there are any visitors coming, please tell me in advance."
Lucy didn't dare to disobey the elder brother's idea. She answered respectfully and watched Feng Xun and Xia Qiqi leave. Then she picked up a paper towel to help her mother dry her tears, patted her mother on the shoulder and asked in a low voice, "Mom, what happened just now? Why are you crying so much?"
Mrs. Woodson shook her head and subconsciously grasped the tissue in her hand. Her voice became more and more hoarse: "nothing. I just want to be quiet..."