Chapter 1990

Without waiting for Jessica to answer, she suddenly realized the glass of water she had just drunk. She asked in surprise, "you gave me this glass of water. There's something wrong with it!"

Jessica smiles, walks slowly to Mrs. Woodson, reaches out her hand, caresses her hair, and whispers in her ear, "Mrs. Woodson, you don't have to be afraid. This glass of water is just a little sedative. It's good for your health..."

"You..." what else did Mrs. Woodson want to say? Jessica hissed softly in her ear and said in a gentle tone: "calm down first. Imagine you are walking by the sea. There are waves and faint seagulls..."

With Jessica's voice, Mrs. Woodson's shortness of breath really calmed down. She said with a smile, "you are in a good mood when you are basking in the sun by the sea. You can't help but close your eyes..."

When Jessica said this, she gently stroked Mrs. Woodson's eyes. Sure enough, Mrs. Woodson slowly closed her eyes in the company of her voice.

As she calmed down and entered the situation she said, Jessica loosened her lips and stroked her hands. She continued to whisper, "you feel the sea breeze blowing gently over your neck, as if it were like a lover's hands..."

A smile slowly appeared on Mrs. Woodson's face, which made her always proud face a little softer.

Jessica raised her eyebrows, lowered her voice, and then said, "at this time, someone gave you a glass of red wine. You happily took a sip of it, and then he invited you to dance. You drank red wine on the beach and danced romantically from morning to sunset. You think he is the most romantic man in your life, To satisfy all your desires... "

Under the description of Jessica, the smile on Mrs. Woodson's face became sweeter and sweeter, and even a faint blush appeared, as if she really recalled the private meeting with her lover!

"Tell me, what did he do besides dance with you?" Jessica asked in a low voice.

"We kiss, we say a lot of love words, we date quietly... Later, I took him home, that cold home, because of his company, it became very warm..."

Mrs. Woodson closed her eyes and sighed. She continued to say sweetly, "in order to make me happy, he even spread red roses for me at home. We lay on the floor, our ears are rubbing. He said, I'm his favorite..."

"What's his name?" Jessica continued.

"His name is riyol. He is a romantic and handsome young man. He accompanies me to concerts and art exhibitions. He has blue blue eyes and beautiful golden hair. He is as beautiful as the Greek god in an oil painting..."

"And his last name?" Asked Jessica, frowning.

Mrs. Woodson shook her head, still immersed in her memories, and replied with a smile, "I don't know. I only call him my Rio..."

"Then where did he go and why did you separate?" Jessica could not ask anything else, so she had to adjust her statement and asked again.

"He... He went to heaven..." said Mrs. Woodson, her sweet smile fading away and her body began to tremble.

"He just died in front of me, his chest was flowing with blood, he left me... Just left me, and I couldn't wake up any more..." Mrs. Woodson's tears ran down her cheek, and the sad mood was not fake.

Jessica was surprised that Mrs. Woodson's lover had died. Feng Xun didn't mention it!

"Who killed Rio? Why did he die in front of you? "

"Because we were caught dating... None of us thought that he would come back early, and he was full of anger. When he saw the entanglement between Rio and me, he directly pulled the trigger on Rio, who was killed by him..."

Jessica heard Mrs. Woodson's answer and guessed something. She was excited. She pressed her shoulder and asked, "who is he? Is he your husband, Feng Xun's father? Tell me, was it your husband, Feng Xun's father, and the owner of Feng's family who killed your lover

"It's him..." Mrs. Woodson answered this time without hesitation, and her voice was a little resentful: "he never cared what I did, and he didn't care if I found a lover. Why did he have to kill riyol? He was angry like a devil... He wanted to kill me..."

Mrs. Woodson's voice became more and more excited, her palms began to sweat, and her shoulders were shaking.

Seeing this, Jessica patted her on the shoulder and said with a smile, "relax. He's your husband. He won't kill you. You still have your son Feng Xun..."

"He's crazy..." Mrs. Woodson shook her head and said in a low voice, "fortunately Feng Xun stopped him... It was Feng Xun who stopped him..."

A dark light flashed in Jessica's eyes. It was really Feng Xun!

"So it's also Feng Xun. Let you seal your mouth and let go of this grudge, right?"

Mrs. Woodson answered with a low voice and answered vaguely: "I didn't expose this matter to the public for the sake of my son... I won't let go of this grudge, but I promised Feng Xun... Pretending that it didn't happen... He's a madman... My husband is a madman..."

Mrs. Woodson began to repeat the sentence "her husband is crazy". Jessica didn't care. She had understood the information clearly from Woodson!

Although she has always been Feng Xun's psychological counselor, she never got the truth of Feng Xun's father's death. Now she hypnotized Mrs. Woodson to realize that it was the truth. In order to cover up the scandal of his father and mother, Feng Xun spared no effort to create a feign death escape!

Jessica put on a sneer from the corner of her lip. Seeing that the hypnotic effect had been achieved, Jessica let the farmer in, untied her, snapped her fingers, and said in Mrs. Woodson's ear, "well, you should wake up!"

Mrs. Woodson opened her eyes suddenly. Her head was still a little dizzy. For a moment, she didn't know what happened. She could only rub her temples and asked, "what's the matter?"

"Mrs. Woodson, you were tired just now. You took a nap. Go back to your room and have a bath." Jessica said with a smile, not a word about hypnosis.

Mrs. Woodson felt that the whole person was a little soft, and she had no strength to think about it. She nodded and answered. With the help of the farmer's wife, she got up and left the warehouse.