As expected, after Jessica talked to him, she was afraid of being looked for by the police, so she left New York.

There is no doubt that the only plane that can make her leave for a short time is the plane arranged by Manstall! Seeing the still moving icon, it seemed that Feng Xun's lips rose slightly. It seemed that Manstall was not in a hurry to send her out of the US border, which means that his mother was still in the US... Feng Xun thought of this and ordered the front driver again: "Change, don't go back to Long Island for now, go to Manhattan, I have something to do!"

The driver who was about to drive back to Long Island, New York quickly responded respectfully, turned around and drove back towards Manhattan.

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In a clean farm, Mrs. Woodson was bored and flirting with the remote control and flirting with the TV program, but after searching for it, she couldn't find the program she was interested in. She threw away the remote control unhappily and asked the busy farmer woman not far away: "Why don't your TV here even have a charging station?"

"Is that so? I don't know. I rarely study these..." The peasant woman shook her head, wiped her hands, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea, handed it to Mrs. Woodson who was sitting on the sofa, and said with a smile: "Madam, this is the tea we grow ourselves, you can try it!"

Mrs. Woodson glanced at the teacup in front of her and subconsciously frowned. She would not use this kind of porcelain if it were placed normally, but now there is no better porcelain here, so she can only give in for the time being.

Fortunately, the tea that just brewed tasted good, which also improved her impetuous mood a little.

"Madam, do you want to have something to eat?

I just made some roasted pumpkin pie, and my husband liked it very much..." The farmer asked with a smile when she saw that she was not disgusted with this cup of tea.

"No need, I don't like this kind of snack to gain weight after eating it!"

Mrs. Woodson waved her hand in disgust, too lazy to eat such rough snacks made by rural peasant women. She looked at the already dark sky and asked coldly: "When will you come when are you talking about?"

"I don't know either..." The peasant woman shook her head in confusion and answered honestly: "I heard from my husband that there are distinguished guests, and I asked me to prepare an extra room!"

"In your environment, no matter how well the guest rooms are, what kind of distinguished guests can be entertained?"

Mrs. Woodson sneered, her smile full of mockery.

After only two days here, she was almost driven crazy by the environment of this farm. There were no exquisite bedding, no incense and her usual bathing environment, not even exquisite afternoon tea, let alone her complete sets of expensive skin care products and big-name clothes... "Look at my hands, I didn't even apply hand cream, and it was going to become rough!"

Woodson stretched out his hands well-maintained and sighed with pain.

Fortunately, when she went out, she liked to carry makeup, small bottles of cream, hydration spray, and a small bottle of facial mask, so that her face would not be completely unsupported.

"Madam, I see that your hands are very good, much better than mine!"

The peasant woman didn't think there was anything wrong with Mrs. Woodson's hands, and she smiled and comforted her, and did not forget to compare her hands.

"What do you know?"

Mrs. Woodson looked at the peasant woman's rough, dry, and red hands coldly, and said with a sneer: "Your hands are worse than those maids in our family!"

"Hehe, we are used to farm work, we are used to it..." The farmer woman didn't care about her sarcastic tone and shook her head and smiled: "In winter, if I can avoid frostbite, I'll thank God. You didn't see my husband's hand, alas..." When she said this, she suddenly remembered something, patted her head and said: "Oh no, I want to give my husband some food!"

“Don’t he know he’s coming back to eat?

You even want to give it to me?"

Mrs. Woodson raised her eyebrows and asked contemptuously.

"Sometimes he forgets the time when he works. If I don't deliver food, he will be hungry and keep working until he comes back!"

The peasant woman said with distress, and then quickly apologized to Mrs. Woodson: "Madam, you can sit here alone for a while, I'll go deliver the meal!"

Mrs. Woodson responded in a faint tone, watching the peasant woman put food in a thermal box and left, then she threw down the remote control in her hand and stood outside the window for a moment.

Watching the figure of the peasant woman walk out of sight, Mrs. Woodson then returned to her room and took out her cell phone and tried it. As expected, the battery was too low and she couldn't turn on the phone! But she searched the whole house and didn't find the charger for the mobile phone, so she simply asked the peasant woman for the phone number. Who would have thought that the peasant woman said that the phone line was broken and the warranty was always on but no electrician came to her, so even if there was a landline, it couldn't be connected! The farm couple looked honest and honest, not like they were lying, but she really couldn't imagine that in this high-tech society, there were still people who didn't use mobile phones, and it didn't matter if the landline broke. She was busy with farm work every day, just like people from primitive society... She was trapped in this farm, unable to leave on her own, nor could she contact the outside world. She suspected that she was kidnapped, but at least she had food and drink here, and her hands and feet were not bound, and she really didn't want what the gangsters did!

The words of this pair of farmers and women were clichés, but they could not get any useful news. They just said that someone arranged for her to live with them for a while and asked them to treat her well! They had also treated her well and had a good attitude. Unfortunately, the environment here is far inferior to her villa on Long Island, New York. There is not even automatic hot water, which is simply torture for her! She couldn't contact the outside world, nor did she know her husband and children, and found that she had not returned home, and she would react. There was also Feng Xun's side... Mrs. Woodson thought of this and left the bedroom, frowned slightly. She kept staring at the news on TV, but found that there was no news about her disappearance. Perhaps her family had not noticed her disappearance at all, nor did she call the police! But all this was not normal. She didn't know who arranged this way. The farm couple said that there were distinguished guests visiting, which made her feel very strange.

Mrs. Woodson was about to return to the TV and continue to check the evening news of the TV when she heard a rumbling sound outside.
Chapter completed!