Feng Xun was not willing to mention this incident more. Now the little girl asked, and he was only looking back at some details of the incident! "So you didn't see the body at that time, nor did you arrange the funeral of your mother's lover?"

Xia Chuqi asked thoughtfully.

"I did not see the body with my own eyes. At that time, I had to take care of too many things and could not cover everything. I just told me that no matter what, I could not handle the death of the lover at will..." Feng Xun said this, and also noticed that some details were wrong that year, and 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 had almost no immediate relatives, so even if something happened, no relatives would claim it!"

"You said, would he not die at the time, but he was worried about his own safety, so he had been hiding his identity for so many years?"

Xia Chuqi speculated so.

"He was a well-known artist at that time. If he hadn't died, there was no need to hide his identity!"

Feng Xun shook his head, always feeling that this matter is full of doubts.

"And if the person you saw just now is really him, then since he has already hidden his identity, why did he appear in Kansas at this time?"

"I haven't figured it out yet..." Xia Chuqi sighed softly and said hesitantly: "And didn't Jessica hypnotize your mother before? What your mother said is also strange, as if she really saw your father shooting with her own eyes..." "Since Jessica hypnotizes her, she can't lie!"

Feng Xun said in a deep voice.

"I know, I'm not saying she was lying on purpose. I just think that either the situation was very complicated at that time made her misunderstanding, or her memory was also confused!"

When Xia Chuqi said this, he remembered another key figure and couldn't help but say, "By the way, maybe your father still remembers what happened back then, so why don't we ask him..." "My mother is clear-minded, but her father has been confused. Are you sure that she can ask the truth about that year from him?"

Feng Xun shook his head and said with a wry smile.

"It's really not sure, and what if we ask about what happened back then and cause him to get sick again?"

Xia Chuqi also felt that this proposal was inappropriate, so he had to give up temporarily.

"Don't think too much, maybe you just saw the wrong person..." Feng Xun saw her look of distress, pulled her into her arms, kissed her cheek and comforted her: "What do you want to eat? I'll let the hotel deliver food?"

"You look at it..." Xia Chuqi waved his hand, snuggled on the sofa, took out his cell phone, and muttered in a low voice: "I'm deliberately sure that I really didn't see the wrong person..." Feng Xun had called and ordered dinner and red wine with the hotel restaurant. Seeing that Xia Chuqi was still struggling with what had happened just now, he rubbed her hair and laughed: "This way, I'll ask Jiashan to investigate. If he is really in this city, he will definitely find the trace!"

Xia Chuqi nodded quickly and said seriously: "Okay, then you can ask Jiashan to check it out. Since he can appear at the intersection of the commercial center, he shouldn't leave so soon!"

Feng Xun looked at her anxious appearance and couldn't help but responded with a funny voice, called Jiashan to come in, and told her to investigate someone.

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

Xia Chuqi smiled and hooked his neck, tiptoed and whispered in his ear: "Feng Xun, do you know, I hope that the man is alive, because in this way, we have no weaknesses to worry about when facing the Mantening family!"

Feng Xun also understood her mood. He took the opportunity to hold her waist, kissed her earlobe, and sighed in a low voice: "I understand..." "I hope Jiashan can bring good news tonight!"

Xia Chuqi leaned into his arms and murmured: "I always feel that his appearance is not occasionally..." "No matter whether she found the news tonight, we will leave here tomorrow!"

Feng Xun patted her on the back and said in a deep voice: "Little girl, don't let this matter keep on your heart!"

Xia Chuqi responded softly. It was because they were leaving tomorrow that she urgently hoped that the news could be found tonight! The night was getting deeper and the Kansas Hospital was quiet. Mrs. Woodson was lying on the hospital bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, but she didn't want to wake up her daughter who was accompanying the night. She got up and drank a sip of water, turned on the bedside lamp, took out the old photo, and looked at it carefully.

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

Sometimes he smiled gently, holding her and dancing with waltz. Sometimes he placed an easel, painting for her himself, and even signed "My Muse"... But in the end, these beautiful scenes would be replaced by nightmares. On several occasions, she dreamed that blood was flowing in his chest, and she stared at her wide eyes and asked her why she didn't leave with him?

She even doubted whether he was dead, and he was unwilling to give up, so she would haunt herself in her dream! Mrs. Woodson shook her head and smiled bitterly, sighed, and murmured to the man in the photo: "It's all my fault..." If she hadn't been entangled with him and used him to stimulate her husband, everything would not have happened later. His husband would not have gotten sick, and he would not have died... And her son Feng Xun would not have concealed this matter for them. Now when fighting with the Mantening family, he would have to choose to make a step back and become a little passive from taking the initiative! Mrs. Woodson thought of this, got up and got out of bed, groped to the table beside her, and found a fruit knife from the fruit basket.

Is it possible for her to resolve all the troubles, and the mistakes she made can atone for her sins?

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

At this moment, there were suddenly chaotic footsteps outside the door, as if there were still struggles and noises, which made Mrs. Woodson stunned.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Gina, the little daughter who was sleeping with her night, was also awakened by the movements outside. When she got up, she saw her mother holding a fruit knife in her hand gesture. She shouted so much that she strode to her mother.

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

"Mom, did you want to cut your wrist just now?"
Chapter completed!