Long Island, New York.

Before dawn, Mrs. Woodson took her cell phone and kept paced in the room. Woodson next to her was awakened by her, so she turned on the lights, yawned, and asked, "It's still early now. Why are you crazy in the middle of the night? You're walking around in the room without sleeping?"

"You go to bed, don't worry about me!"

Mrs. Woodson waved her hand and said irritated.

"How can I sleep when you're so noisy?"

Woodson simply sat up and leaned against the head of the bed. He looked at her with annoyance. He was holding the phone in his hand and tried to keep dialing, but he never made any dialing. He picked up the water cup placed on the bedside table and took a sip, and said slowly: "Who are you calling for in the middle of the night?"

"Of course it's Feng Xun!"

Mrs. Woodson replied without hesitation.

"Is that true?"

Woodson raised his eyebrows, put down the water cup in his hand, and asked thoughtfully: "You called him, but he refused, so you were nervous in the middle of the night?"

Mrs. Woodson did not answer, but the irritable expression on her face said it all.

"What happened? Can't you contact him during the day? You have to make trouble at night?"

Woodson asked in confusion.

"It's night now, and it's definitely daytime!"

Mrs. Woodson frowned. When she recalled the previous message that Feng Xun angrily scolded her on the phone, she felt that things might be a bit serious.

It’s a pity that Feng Xun is unwilling to answer her phone call now. Listen to her explanation... "Then he must have something to be busy. If he can’t wait, he will naturally reply to your phone call. Is it necessary to be so anxious?"

Woodson shook his head, as if he didn't realize where his wife's anxiety came from, and said disapprovingly: "Your own son, don't you understand what kind of style you are doing yet. You have to blew his phone number and be careful that he will block you!"

"I'm afraid it's blocked!"

Mrs. Woodson sighed lowly, shook her head and smiled bitterly, "This time, I really angered him!"

"What did you do?"

Woodson frowned and looked at her with a puzzled expression: "Are you asking him for money again?"

Seeing that his wife did not answer, but her expression was a little guilty, Woodson pursed her lips and scolded with some displeasure: "Don't blame me for not reminding you before, you are not short of money to spend. You ask him for money again and again. Even if your mother and son have a good relationship, he will be bored with you!"

"What do you know?"

Mrs. Woodson was angry at her husband's reprimanding tone, and was worried that there was no place to vent her anger. She glared at him and said with a sneer: "If it weren't for the money he gave me, would you really think the family's decency could be maintained?

Don’t forget, if your investment failed, or if my money was enough to help you fill it out, what qualifications do you have to educate me here?"

"You-" Woodson's face changed slightly, and she was also annoyed by her accusation tone, and her voice became cold: "Are you going to settle the score with me now?

When did you treat you badly with the food, clothing and expenses at home?

All my preferences are as per your requirements, but I am doing business and discussing cooperation outside. When will you help me solve my problems? You always attend various social occasions, just dress yourself up well, and don’t even manage your children’s education well..." "Woodson, don’t forget that without my social networking and connections, you, a financier, have long been a flashy bubble, and you can burst with one click!"

Mrs. Woodson raised her chin, looked at her husband coldly, and sneered and sarcastically: "I said so beautifully when I was pursuing me, but now I dislike my noble style?

I spent a lot of money and didn't help you solve your problems. I am indeed not like the female secretary around you who helped you solve your problems in the bed! Woodson, don't think I don't know how many women you played with and how much money you spent on those women. If it weren't for us, do you really think I would be willing to lie on the same bed with you?"

"You--" Woodson was so angry that his whole body was trembling, and he lifted the quilt and said angrily: "You woman, I think you are infected with a lunatic disease by your ex-husband, and you are getting crazy!"

After saying this, he picked up the outer robe beside him and opened the door to leave.

"Where are you going?"

Mrs. Woodson asked loudly.

"You don't want to share the same bed with me, and I don't like you either. We'll be less together in the future!"

Woodson left this sentence coldly and threw the door and left.

Seeing her husband leave like this, Mrs. Woodson was so angry that she picked up his pillow and threw it directly outside the door. She gritted her teeth and said, "No one of these men..." Just throwing the pillow was not enough to relieve her. She simply lifted up the sheets and quilts, threw them out of the room, and smashed them out with the cup of water he had drunk.

These movements woke up the villa housekeeper and his second daughter Gina. Gina rubbed her eyes and opened the door, and heard her mother's angry scolding and the figure of her father leaving flashed by.

Without further questions, she knew that her parents were quarreling again, and it seemed that her mother was getting angry, forcing her father, who had finally returned home to rest for two days, to leave again! Gina sighed lowly. Seeing that it was still early, she planned to comfort her mother who was still swearing. The housekeeper quickly stopped her and whispered: "Miss. The ground is full of glass fragments, don't hurry over-" Gina could only shrug and asked the housekeeper in a low voice: "Are they quarreling again?

Why did it start to quarrel if I didn’t sleep in the middle of the night?”

"I don't know, I'll go in and persuade him--" The housekeeper shrugged helplessly and ordered someone to sweep the mess outside his wife's room. Just as he was about to go in and persuade him, the door slammed in front of him.

The housekeeper could only look at Gina, who was watching, and Mrs. Woodson in the room picked up the cup and poured it hard for a lifetime before picking up her cell phone and dialing Jessica Bird's phone number.

"Hey, Mrs. Woodson, it's still early, why are you calling at this time?"

On the other end of the phone, Jessica Bird's voice was still a little hoarse as if he had just been woken up.

Mrs. Woodson snorted coldly and angrily shouted at Jessica on the other end of the phone: "It's still early?"

Jessica, I really didn’t expect that you came to me to cooperate with me and that’s how you plotted against me!”

"Mrs. Woodson, what are you talking about..." Jessica heard her angrily scolding her. She was already awakened by most of her sleepiness. She quickly sat up and replied with a smirk to Mrs. Woodson on the other end of the phone.
Chapter completed!