Chapter 874

And in Marcy's house, the night was already deep, and the lights were still bright.

"Dad, mom..." standing in front of her parents who had just come back from a party, Marcy lowered her head and asked carefully, "do you all know?"

"Well, if the maid didn't tell us, are you going to keep it from us?" Marcy's father, Conrad, gave a cold Snort and looked at her daughter in front of her displeasantly, with a gloomy face.

"Dad, I just don't want you to worry..." Marcy replied in a low voice. Facing her father's cold look, she felt a little empty in her heart: "after all, Feng Xun directly brought people to the villa to search for people, and it's not glorious to say that!"

"Disgraceful?" Marcy's father Conrad glared at her daughter, pointed to her forehead and said, "do you know how many people will laugh at us in the upper class if this story gets out?"

"Yes, Marcy, I'm afraid our political opponents will clap their hands if they know about it!" Marcy's mother also sighed, shook her head and said helplessly, "we want you to win over Feng Xun's wife and make good friends with her, just to win over Feng Xun. Now it's good. It's good that people don't make enemies with us!"

"Mom and Dad, I did what you told me to do. Am I not good enough for the seventh day of the summer?" Marcy turned her lips and retorted reluctantly: "I heard that she was ill, and I took my followers to visit her in person. In order to please her, I helped her at school again and again, and even her poor friend was treated enthusiastically. I have done enough!"

"Enough?" Marcy's father, Conrad, frowned. Seeing that she was still aggrieved, he was even more angry: "what you have done is only superficial Kung Fu. Now you have offended Feng Xun carelessly, which is enough to offset what you have done before!"

"I... I didn't know that he would rush back to Philadelphia at this time, and he would run home and ask for someone!"

After a pause, Marcy replied in a low voice: "and that Mr. Morgan, he promised me that he just wanted to meet and chat with the seventh day of the summer. How do I know they will lose the seventh day of the summer..."

Before she had finished, Conrad slapped her daughter hard. She was so surprised that Marcy covered her cheek and looked at her father in disbelief.

From childhood to adulthood, although my father was not so gentle to himself, how could he slap him so hard?

Now my father slapped himself for today's business. What's wrong with her?

"Dad, you hit me..." Marcy covered her fiery cheek, her eyes were filled with fog, her lips were trembling slightly: "it's not my wish that this kind of thing happened today. Now you are going to treat your daughter like this for a seventh day of summer!"

"I hit you to tell you that things have to be prioritized. If you didn't cause the disappearance on the seventh day of the summer, Feng Xun would come to ask for someone?" Conrad, seeing his daughter's grievance, only hated that she didn't understand the truth, and some of them shook their heads.

"I didn't hurt her, it's Morgan..." Marcy bit her lower lip, released her hand and reluctantly retorted, "if you don't have contacts with Morgan, how can I obey his orders? Mom and Dad, everything I do is in accordance with your wishes. Now you are in trouble, but you blame me? What do you think I am? "

"You --" Conrad heard her daughter's rebellious words and raised her hand again. Marcy raised her head and closed her eyes, waiting for her father to drop his hand again. "You fight. Anyway, I'm just a tool you use!"

When Marcy's mother saw her daughter's swollen cheek, she was distressed. She quickly grasped her husband's wrist and stopped him from slapping her daughter again. She gently advised, "Conrad, don't be angry. Marcy can't be blamed for this..."

Conrad just let go. Looking at Marcy's tearful eyes, he shook his head, sighed and said in a deep voice, "we have contacts with Morgan, but it doesn't mean we have to listen to his instructions in everything. He's not our leader, and Marcy, you have to understand that even if Morgan wants you to do something, you don't have to do it yourself. For example, today's event, if you pretend to do it yourself, Feng Xun will not come to the door

"Yes, Marcy, we can be regarded as a political family. If you want to have this day's awareness, we can't make enemies with other people except political enemies!"

Marcy's mother was also at this time, stroking her daughter's shoulder and whispering: "we can't afford to offend Feng Xun. If he is attracted by our political enemies, we will lose a lot of help!"

"I understand!" Marcy nodded and whispered, "I don't want to offend them, but that Morgan, he's an important member of the Rose Cross..."

"Yes, we can't offend the Rose Cross either, but you're not a member of this organization, so you don't have to please that Morgan, do you understand?" Marcy's mother nodded slightly and said with a smile, "we need to please those who are valuable. As for those who can't afford to be offended, we just need to give them a false excuse! Which is more important, you have to have discrimination in your heart! "

Marcy nodded in silence. Her mother winked at her husband Conrad. Although he looked serious, Conrad calmed down and said to Marcy, "you should remember what your mother said just now, bring a gift Tomorrow and come to make amends to Feng Xun and his wife on the seventh day of the summer."

Marcy whispered good night to her parents, then turned away from them in silence and went to the kitchen to find an ice bag to cover her red and swollen cheek.

Back in her bedroom, Marcy sits in front of the dressing mirror, looks at herself in the mirror, slowly removes the ice bag in her hand, and reaches for her neck. Although her neck is no longer painful, the terrible feeling that she may die at any time is still in her mind.

After all, she went out in response. She was a lady of great status, but she couldn't compare with the seventh day of the summer just because she was married to Feng Xun!

The slap, and the dread of dying, were brought to her on the seventh day of the summer, but she could not take revenge, let alone punish the seventh day of the summer like evil katerin

Marcy thought of this and clenched her fist. She was not reconciled. She was really not reconciled!

In terms of appearance, intelligence and family background, which of her is worse than the seventh day of the summer... Marcy's lips sparked a sneer. She will certainly recover the humiliation she suffered today!