Before Mrs. Woodson could put down the curtains, the gate of the farm was opened.

"Madam, the visitor is here..." The farmer and the peasant woman walked in hand in hand and shouted with a smile.

Mrs. Woodson raised her eyebrows and saw that behind them, there was indeed a woman following her. She looked closely and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes: "It's you?"

Jessica Bird nodded slightly, jumped over the couple, walked to Mrs. Woodson in a delicate way, and reached out to her with a smile: "Mrs. Woodson, we finally meet again!"

Mrs. Woodson shook her hands lazily, looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, and found that she had no luggage on her body, only a small bag with her. She raised her eyebrows and asked, "How did you find her here?"

"I heard that Mrs. Woodson, you are on vacation here, so I came here to visit you!"

Jessica looked around the surroundings and smiled at Mrs. Woodson and said, "This place really surprised me!"

She never calculated that they would arrange this delicate and self-deprecating Mrs. Woodson in such a farm.

Although this farm is cleaned very clean, it is just a simple farm. For Mrs. Woodson, who lives too exquisitely, it is probably an alternative torture.

“Miss, are you hungry?

We also have hot rice and hot dishes, which happened to be my husband didn’t have supper either, so we can use them together!”

The peasant woman poured a cup of hot tea for Jessica, then asked enthusiastically.

"No, you can eat it yourself!"

Jessica shook her head and smiled and declined, took a sip of the teacup, and said to Mrs. Woodson: "It's really not easy to find here, and the transportation is not very convenient..." "Good!"

Mrs. Woodson nodded happily. It was precisely because of the inconvenience of transportation that she could not find a way to leave. Otherwise, she would not be willing to live here. She could not even get through the phone, and she could not surf the Internet, and there were no TV series from paid TV stations to watch! "I'm not here for vacation..." Mrs. Woodson remembered what she said just now, and always felt that she was mocking herself, and said coldly: "It's not easy for you to find this place!"

She said this, paused and asked with some alertness: "Jessica, tell me honestly, are you conspiring with the person who sent me here? What kind of conspiracy behind the scenes?"

Jessica burst into laughter and replied with a calm expression: "Mrs. Woodson, you are joking. Didn't you live well here and move freely. If we really conspire to do anything to you, you won't sit in front of me safely!"

"What can I call such a place? "

Mrs. Woodson snorted coldly, pointed to the shabby table and the old-fashioned TV set that was about to be eliminated, and said to Jessica: "Look at the environment here, will it be where I am willing to live?"

"There is nothing to do, so I can only ask Mrs. Woodson to give it a try..." Jessica spread her hands, shrugged helplessly, and whispered: "After all, if the matter outside is not resolved, you can't leave for the time being!"

"Jessica, what do you mean?"

Mrs. Woodson's face darkened, her eyes glared at her coldly, and asked in a deep voice: "Do you really want to limit my freedom in life?

Are you not afraid that I will be missing for too long, and my husband and children will call the police?"

"No, you misunderstood..." Jessica shook her head and explained with a faint smile: "You won't live here for too long. Just treat it as a short vacation. Hasn't your husband left the United States?

I heard that your husband and you have a tense relationship recently. I'm afraid you've disappeared for a while, so he will only think that you are going out for vacation and will not call the police. As for your children, some of them are studying outside, and some only know how to play rock. Are you sure they will call the police in time?"

"You-" Mrs. Woodson's face froze in anger, but she had no way to refute it.

Because Jessica was right, her husband had long been unaware of the tenderness of the little goblin, and he was too lazy to care whether she was missing or not. And her children had a bad relationship with her. Even if she left home for a month, she would not find anything unusual! But these were not the point. She and Feng Xun had a fight over the media's siege. She still didn't know whether the media has continued to track and report the news that Feng Xun's father was resurrected from the dead. Now she is trapped here

It's a ghost place, and the inability to contact the outside world, will only make Feng Xun even more suspicious. It was her own and the media... It would be difficult for her to explain it clearly to Feng Xun. Maybe Feng Xun will think that she was deliberately hiding! When she thought of this, Mrs. Woodson's brows subconsciously frowned, and even suspected that it was their intention. Even this Jessica suddenly appeared in front of her, and she made an intentional arrangement! "Jessica, you first visited me and talked about cooperation. Did you deliberately?"

Mrs. Woodson asked coldly.

Jessica did not deny it, shrugged and asked back with a funny look: "Mrs. Woodson, you are also a smart person. Could it be that I am a stranger who suddenly visited you in your villa? Are you here to have coffee and talk about life?"

Mrs. Woodson was so angry at her words. She looked at her with a bad look and said, "It seems that Feng Xun is not wrong. You are just for him. You hold a hatred for him and think that he has ruined your future. That's why you deliberately came to me and wanted to borrow my hand to avenge him!"

When she said this, her fists subconsciously clenched. Sure enough, she shouldn't believe this young woman easily! When Jessica heard her say this, she was too lazy to refute. She raised her eyebrows and replied with a sneer: "Yes, I do hate him, I hate him not to be missed. For the sake of a mere summer 7th day of the lunar calendar, she actually used such a ruthless move on me, which made me unable to engage in my beloved profession again and cut off my way out!"

She said this, paused and continued, "What did not need to develop to this point was that he pressed me step by step, and even gave me the last chance..." Mrs. Woodson looked at Jessica's mention of this matter, and she looked like she loved and hated her. She couldn't help but shake her head with amusement, and said, "I know my son, and he will not take ruthlessness for no reason unless you touch his bottom line!"

After saying this, she held her chin and looked at Jessica for a while, and sighed: "If I guessed right, you want to marry him, but obviously he already has Xia Chuqi, so he didn't look at you more!"
Chapter completed!