Chapter 1926

Villa Long Island, New York.

Mrs. Woodson was enjoying the door-to-door manicure service at home when she heard the housekeeper report that there was a guest coming and she was anxious to see her.

"What guest comes to see me at this time?" Mrs. Woodson yawned lazily and said impatiently, "let's go back first and come back when my manicure is finished..."

The housekeeper did not leave, but replied in a low voice, "but the lady said that she has something important to tell you!"

"Woman?" Mrs. Woodson frowned slightly and asked thoughtfully, "what kind of woman? Young or old, beautiful? "

"Still young, pretty, blond, tall, and in good shape!" The housekeeper replied honestly.

When Mrs. Woodson heard the words, she immediately felt the alarm in her heart. She even began to doubt whether her husband Woodson had provoked some rotten peach blossoms outside. She couldn't get rid of them. As a result, the rotten peach blossoms came directly to her door and wanted to have a showdown with her!

"Did she say anything important?" Asked Mrs. Woodson, sitting up displeased.

"She didn't say it clearly, but you will be interested in what she said about her!" The housekeeper replied respectfully.

"Well, it seems that this female visitor has a big voice!" Mrs. Woodson raised her eyebrows and sneered. She wanted to refuse, but she was intrigued. She didn't mind giving her husband a down hand to the young woman she was provoking outside. She waved her hand and said, "OK, let her in."

"Yes The housekeeper nodded and turned to invite the female guest outside.

Instead of letting the manicurist leave, Mrs. Woodson continued to lie on the princess's couch and let the manicurist take a vacation for her. She was still wearing an embroidered silk nightgown and leaning lazily.

When the housekeeper led the lady to her, Mrs. Woodson didn't speak politely. She asked her to sit down at any place. She just looked up and down at the beautiful lady and said in a light voice: "it's really good. It's his favorite type!"

When the female visitor looked at Mrs. Woodson carefully, she didn't show any panic. From Mrs. Woodson's hostile eyes and words, she quickly inferred where the hostility originated. She replied with a smile: "Mrs. Woodson, I think you seem to have misunderstood something!"

"Misunderstanding?" Mrs. Woodson raised her eyebrows and glanced lazily at her. A sneering smile rose from the corner of her lips: "I've seen a lot of young women like you, but it's a pity that even if you take the initiative to come, you can't change anything..."

The female visitor shook her head and gave a low smile, as if she thought her words were funny.

But Mrs. Woodson was annoyed by her smile. She sat up and asked coldly, "what are you laughing at?"

"Mrs. Woodson, although we meet for the first time today, I'd like to explain to you that I've come to visit you specially today. I have something very important to talk with you. It has nothing to do with your husband, so you don't have to be on guard against me!"

This made Mrs. Woodson put down her guard immediately. She looked at the beautiful and well-dressed woman in front of her again. Then she said slowly, "is that right? Since it has nothing to do with my husband, you may as well tell me something important! "

"It's nothing to do with your current husband, but it's something to do with your ex husband..." the female visitor's lips were slightly crooked. Before she finished speaking, Mrs. Woodson's face suddenly changed.

"What are you talking about?" Mrs. Woodson's face darkened. She looked sharply at the female visitor in front of her and asked in a deep voice, "who are you and what are your intentions?"

"Don't get angry, Mrs. Woodson. I'm here to discuss something with you." The female visitor found a sofa to sit down, opened her briefcase and handed her printed photos to Mrs. Woodson.

When Mrs. Woodson took these photos, she was at a loss at first, but when she saw the familiar figure in the photo, and the photo behind, which magnified the luxury car with the family emblem, her eyebrows immediately wrinkled.

"Where did you get these pictures?" After reading the picture, Mrs. Woodson looked up at the young woman in front of her with a more alert expression.

"It seems that Mrs. Woodson doesn't have much time to browse the Internet and watch the gossip news recently..." the young woman in front of her gave a faint smile and explained in a low voice: "these photos, but I downloaded them from the website. Now they are very lively on the Internet!"

Mrs. Woodson frowned slightly, looked down at the picture for a while, then waved her hand to her manicurist and said, "well, you don't have to go on. You go back first."

The manicurist quickly answered with a low voice, carrying his tools, and quickly left the room.

When there was no one else in the room, and only Mrs. Woodson and the tenant were left, Mrs. Woodson asked, "when did this happen?"

"It happened in the last two days. I printed out the photos. I believe Mrs. Woodson recognized the people in the photos, but she recognized not only you, but also the eye-catching netizens!"

When the female visitor said this, she covered her mouth and secretly laughed and said, "and you know what, the netizen's message almost scared others!"

"What did they say?" Mrs. Woodson asked coldly, holding the photograph in her hand.

"They say, death and resurrection, isn't it haunted..." the female visitor tut tut sighed, spread out her hands and said with a smile: "how could such a supernatural thing happen in Fengjia?"

Mrs. Woodson, who was just about to take a sip of coffee, almost spilled her coffee with a shake of her hands.

She took a deep breath and put the coffee aside for the time being. The whole person regained his temporary calm and asked in a light tone: "I think you've come to me to say this. It's the wrong person. What you should look for is Feng Xun, the owner of the family, not me! You should know that I have nothing to do with Feng's family. My husband is Woodson

When the female visitor heard that she mentioned Feng Xun, she had a proud smile on her face, which suddenly became a little stiff.

Seeing the change of her expression, Mrs. Woodson seemed to guess something. She sneered and asked, "why, you don't want to find Feng Xun, so you come to me to threaten me? I'm sorry. I think you've got the wrong person... "

"I came to you, not to threaten anything..." the female visitor coughed, quickly adjusted her expression, and explained with a smile: "I want to seek a cooperation with you!"