Now seeing her drinking in front of her, Feng's father's mood became a little complicated. Seeing that she had drunk two glasses of red wine and had to continue drinking the third glass, she finally couldn't help but snatch the red wine from her and whispered: "Eva, it's enough, the matter has passed, why should you do this?"

Mrs. Woodson raised her eyes and looked at Feng's father with a calm expression in front of her. When she recalled the situation when he became ill, she couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Yes, it was you who went crazy back then, but now it was me who went crazy. What a sarcasm... Maybe, this is my retribution!"

"Eva—" Feng's father frowned and said coldly: "I see you are already drunk!"

He didn't want to hear her speak without restraint when he was crazy or retribution. "It's better to be drunk or drunk..." Mrs. Woodson murmured this sentence, and then took back her wine glass from Feng's father, continued to pick up the bottle of red wine on the table, poured himself a whole glass, and continued to raise it and take a big sip.

"I'm drunk, I don't have to look back on most of my life of failure, and I don't have to suffer or be sad for myself!"

While she said happily, she looked at Feng's father in front of her with confused eyes, picked up the wine glass and continued to drink. She felt that the man in front of her had unknowingly turned into a handsome appearance when she was young, and her eyes looked at him became a little dull.

"Eva, you are drunk, I'll take you home..." Feng's father called her twice, but saw that she didn't answer, but just looked at him blankly, and was not in the mood to continue eating with her. He advised her quietly and wanted to pull her up.

"No, I don't want to go back now..." Mrs. Woodson shook her head and pushed away his hand.

He smiled self-deprecatingly: "You haven't finished drinking and you haven't eaten yet. Wouldn't you waste these delicacies when you go back?"

"You're really not drunk?"

Feng's father frowned slightly and asked suspiciously: "Eva, you don't have to force it..." "I said I was not drunk. Although we haven't seen each other for a long time, my alcohol tolerance is more than that!"

Mrs. Woodson raised her eyebrows and began to pick up the knife and fork and cut the steak in front of her.

Seeing this, Feng's father could only helplessly continue to accompany her to dinner. Seeing that her hands holding the knife and fork were a little unstable, he sighed softly, and simply took the plate in front of her and cut it for her with his own hands.

Mrs. Woodson looked at his elegant movements and couldn't help but turn her head and hold her chin and smile.

"why are you laughing?"

Feng's father helped her cut the food. Seeing her constantly smiling at her, he couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"How great would it be if we could keep doing this in the past!"

Mrs. Woodson murmured, putting his chopped fish into her mouth, only to feel that these familiar delicacies tasted better than ever.

Feng's father didn't say much, but shook his head helplessly and amusedly, and sighed in a low voice: "The past cannot be pursued. We were all wrong back then, but you..." He said this and stopped.

He said that he didn't want to recall the past again. Even if he forgives her now, even if he has let go of everything now, it does not mean that he is willing to look back at the past with no grudges! "Can't we really go back to the past?"

Mrs. Woodson looked at him in a daze and asked in a low voice, "I already know I'm wrong. Can you give me a chance to make up for it?"

When she said this, she put down the knife and fork in her hand, took the initiative to hold the hand of Feng's father opposite, and looked at him with expectations in her eyes.

Feng's father looked at her with a deep look, and was silent for a moment before shook his head and sighed in a low voice: "Eva, although I have heard an old saying that it is impossible to correct the mistakes when you know them. There are many mistakes, but some mistakes cannot be compensated or changed... Because we can't go back to the past, and we cannot regret it!"

"Why can't I give me a chance to correct my mistake?"

Mrs. Woodson's voice was a little excited and asked with a bitter face: "How many couples who are married to wealthy families play with their own, but they will not divorce. They have lovers outside and still maintain peace. Why do I just make a mistake when I feel dizzy and you can't forgive me?"

"I can't control what other couples do, but you know, I have a cleanliness obsession!"

Feng's father said this in a deep voice.

Mrs. Woodson was stunned and suddenly replayed a sentence that her son Feng Xun once said in her mind.

He said: "Mother, do you know where my cleanliness comes from?"

I inherited my father's obsession with cleanliness, which is not only physical but also psychological!”

Father Feng took advantage of her in a daze and slowly pulled his hand from her hand, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then said slowly: "In my dictionary, there is no reason to make mistakes that can be corrected. When a relationship is covered with dust, there is no need to keep it anymore and look back..." Mrs. Woodson looked at him quietly and said these words indifferently, just as when they were cold wars, he looked at his cold eyes, which made her boiling heart, as if it was splashed with ice water... "You are really cruel!"

Mrs. Woodson said with a wry smile, then picked up the red wine and drank the remaining red wine in the glass: "You have no heart!"

Feng's father did not refute, but just lowered his eyes and remained silent.

If he had really had no heart, he would not have been stimulated to become ill back then, but what is the point of talking about these things now?

He didn't want to look back at the feeling of being hurt by the people closest to him. If possible, he would rather have no heart... "Feng Xun's psychological counselor Jessica told me that he had years of emotional indifference. I was surprised at that time, but later I realized that he would be yours..." Mrs. Woodson whispered, eating the food in front of her was as smelly as chewing wax.

"You father and son have no feelings. Whoever falls in love with you will only end up with a pitiful ending!"

Feng's father's face slightly darkened and he said unhappily: "You can say to me, but you can't say that to our son! Feng Xun is living a good life with his wife now. Even if he really has emotional indifference, he is already completely cured now!"

He said this, paused and added coldly: "Feng Xun's indifference is caused by our inability to be responsible for his childhood. We are all wrong, but I am very glad that he found a woman who really took him out and taught him to love!"
Chapter completed!