Chapter 1972

Feng Xun still hasn't sent a message and doesn't know whether he has arrived in New York, but the calculation time should be fast

On the seventh day of the summer, he thought about it and sent a short message: "I had a nightmare just now. I was scared to wake up. I dreamed that you were negotiating with Jessica. Feng Xun, you should be careful of Jessica. Let me know the news as soon as you have it!"

After sending this message, she sent it to the mobile phone screen for a while. Then she put down her mobile phone and twisted her sore neck. She found that not only her forehead was wet with sweat, but also her pajamas were wet with sweat.

Maybe the dream just now was a little too real, which scared her to death

At the beginning of summer seven, shaking his head and laughing at himself, he lifted the quilt, got up and got out of bed. He went straight to the bathroom, looked in the mirror of the sink, patted himself on the cheek, and said in a low voice, "it's just a nightmare. It's nothing. Feng Xun must have a way to deal with just a Jessica!"

She said this in a low voice, turned on the shower, changed her pajamas, stood under the shower, raised her head and let the hot water pour down from the top of her head, as if only in this way could she completely calm down.

So quietly let the hot water wash her, she opened her eyes, wiped the water on her face, and sighed.

She should have confidence in Feng Xun. Even if Jessica really has the ability to hide Mrs. Woodson, Feng Xun can send someone to find Mrs. Woodson!

They have even dealt with the complicated situations of the rose cross, and they have faced the danger of death together. The disappearance of Mrs. Woodson and the media's aggressive questioning of Feng Xun's father's "resurrection from death" are nothing at all!

On the seventh day of the summer, he took a deep breath and quickly took a shower. Then he came out of the bathroom in a bath towel. He picked up his mobile phone and had a look. To his surprise, Feng Xun gave her a message.

"Little girl, the signal on the plane is not very good, and I'm really about to land. At this time, it should be midnight in China. You should sleep well. I'll be on guard against Jessica. Don't worry!"

Feng Xun's reply made the seventh day of summer feel at ease temporarily. She quickly sent back a message: "well, I just took a hot bath. I feel much better. I'm going to sleep for a while..."

While wiping her hair, she was waiting for Feng Xun's reply. After a while, Feng Xun's message came back: "have a good rest, don't worry about me. When you wake up, maybe I'll get some good news!"

"Well, you should be more careful and give me news when you fall to the ground!" On the seventh day of the summer, I cleaned my hair and couldn't sleep for a while. I just sat on the bed with my mobile phone and began to check the news on the Internet.

It seems that no one has mentioned the disappearance of Mrs. Woodson on the Internet. It seems that the police have not been informed about it and the news has spread

About the news of Feng Xun's father, there are still only a few bits and pieces of pickpocketing, which is not comprehensive!

On the seventh day of the summer, I visited social networking sites and found that with the help of brother Mingxuan, more and more netizens complained that the media should not take pictures of their children, and some gossip really began to take stock of their love life.

One of them is more funny - is childhood not equal to heaven, or money not equal to true love?

Under this provocative we media argument, netizens began to discuss it one after another. Some Tao Mingxuan's fans firmly supported him, and some passers-by supported Feng Xun. They thought that Feng Xun was also a real high-quality man!