Chapter 2052

Feng Xun didn't want to mention it more. Now the little girl asked, he just looked back at some details of that year!

"So you didn't see the body or arrange the burial of your mother's lover?" The seventh day of the summer asked thoughtfully.

"I really didn't see the body with my own eyes. At that time, I had too many things to deal with. I just told him that no matter what, I couldn't deal with the lover's death at will..."

Feng Xun also noticed that there was something wrong with some details at that time. He frowned and pondered: "at that time, I sent someone to investigate the details of my mother's lover. He had a tortuous life experience and almost no immediate family, so even if there was an accident, no family would claim him!"

"Do you think he didn't die at that time, but he was worried about his own safety, so he remained anonymous for so many years?" Early summer seven so speculated.

"After all, he was a little famous artist at that time. If he didn't die, there was no need to hide his name!" Feng Xun shakes his head. He always feels that there are many doubts about it.

"And little girl, if the person you saw just now is really him, why did he appear in Kansas at such a time, since he has been anonymous?"

"I haven't figured it out yet..." the seventh day of the summer sighed and said hesitantly, "and didn't Jessica hypnotize your mother before? What your mother said was very strange, as if she really saw your father shoot with her own eyes..."

"Now that Jessica has hypnotized her, she can't lie!" Feng Xun said in a deep voice.

"I know, I don't mean that she deliberately lied. I just think that either the situation at that time was very complicated and made her misunderstand, or her memory was also in some confusion!"

On the seventh day of the summer, thinking of another key figure, he couldn't help saying, "by the way, maybe your father still remembers what happened in those years. Why don't we ask him..."

"My mother is conscious, but my father has been confused. Are you sure you can find out the truth from him?" Feng Xun shook his head and said with a bitter smile.

"I'm really not sure, and what if we ask about what happened in those years and make him sick again?" The seventh day of the summer also felt that this proposal was inappropriate, so we had to give it up for the time being.

"Don't think too much, maybe you just read the wrong person..." Feng Xun saw her face in distress, pulled her into his arms, kissed her cheek and comforted: "what do you want to eat, I'll let the hotel deliver the meal?"

"You look at it..." the seventh day of the summer, he waved his hand, nestled on the sofa, took out his mobile phone and whispered: "I deliberately believe that I really didn't see the wrong person..."

Feng Xun has already called and ordered dinner and wine with the hotel restaurant. Seeing that Xia Qiqi is still struggling with what happened just now, he rubbed her hair and said with a smile, "well, I'll let Jiashan investigate. If he is still in this city, he will be able to find the trace!"

On the seventh day of the summer, he nodded and said seriously, "OK, let Jiashan check. Since he can appear at the intersection of the commercial center, he should not leave so soon!"

Feng Xun looks at her eager appearance, can't help laughing to answer, call Jiashan to come in, command her to investigate a person.

After Jiashan left, Feng Xun asked with a smile: "now you can rest assured?"

The seventh day of the summer, with a smile, hooked his neck, stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, "Feng Xun, do you know what? I urgently hope that the man is alive now, because in this way, we will have no weakness to worry about in the face of the mantening family!"

Feng Xun didn't understand her feelings. He took advantage of the situation to hold her waist and kiss her earlobe. He sighed in a low voice: "I understand..."

"I hope Jiashan brings good news tonight!" The seventh day of the summer leaned against him and murmured, "I always feel that his appearance is not occasional..."

"Whether she gets information tonight or not, we'll leave here tomorrow!" Feng Xun patted her on the back and said in a deep voice: "little girl, don't let this matter always press on your heart!"

The seventh day of the summer answered with a low voice. It was because they were leaving tomorrow that she was eager to find out the news tonight!

As the night went on, the hospital in Kansas was quiet. Mrs. Woodson was lying on her bed and couldn't sleep, but she didn't want to wake her daughter. She got up and drank water, turned on the bedside lamp, took out the old picture and looked at it carefully.

She thought that with the death of the man, she had long forgotten him, but since Mrs. mantelling appeared and showed him this picture, his face kept appearing in her dreams.

Sometimes he smiles gently and waltzes with her, sometimes he sets up his easel and paints for her himself, and even writes "My Muse" on his signature

But in the end, these beautiful pictures will be replaced by nightmares. Several times, she dreamed that his chest was gurgling with blood, and asked her why she didn't leave with him?

She even doubted that he was not reconciled to death, so she would pester herself in her dream!

Mrs. Woodson shook her head with a wry smile, gave a low sigh, stroked the man in the photo and murmured, "I'm the one who made the mistake..."

If she hadn't entangled with him and used him to stimulate her husband in those years, everything behind would not have happened, his husband would not have got sick, and he would not have died

And her son Feng Xun, will not help them hide this matter, now when fighting with the mantenings family, we should choose to give way, from active to passive!

Thinking of this, Mrs. Woodson got up, got out of bed, groped for a table, and found a fruit knife in the basket.

Is it that if she dies... All her troubles can be solved, and her mistakes can be atoned for?

She slowly took out the fruit knife, her hands trembling.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise of footsteps outside the door, as if there were still struggling and noisy voices, which made Mrs. Woodson stunned.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Her little daughter, Gina, who was sleeping with her at night, was also awakened by the noise outside. She got up and saw her mother holding a fruit knife in her hand. She was so scared that she drank and strode to her mother.

"I..." Mrs. Woodson was startled, and the fruit knife in her hand fell to the ground with a slap.

"Mom, did you just want to cut your wrist?" Gina's heart beat faster and faster. She quickly took her mother's hand and yelled to the people outside the ward, "come on, come on!"