Chapter 1959

Long island, New York.

Before dawn, Mrs. Woodson kept pacing in the room with her mobile phone. Woodson was woken up by her. She turned on the light, yawned, frowned and asked, "it's still early. What's the matter with you in the middle of the night? You walk around the room and don't sleep?"

"Go to sleep, leave me alone!" Said Mrs. Woodson, fretfully, waving her hand.

"How can I sleep when you are so noisy?" Woodson simply sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, looked at her face irritable, still holding the phone in his hand, trying to dial constantly, but never dialing. He took a drink from the water cup on the bedside table, and slowly said, "who are you calling in the middle of the night?"

"Feng Xun, of course!" Mrs. Woodson replied without hesitation.

"Is it?" Woodson raised his eyebrows, put down his water cup, and asked thoughtfully, "you called him, but he refused to answer. That's why you're nervous in the middle of the night?"

Mrs. Woodson didn't answer, but the fidgety look on her face said it all.

"What happened in the end? Can't you contact him during the day, but have to toss at night?" Woodson asked, puzzled.

"Now it's night on our side, it must be day on his side!" Mrs. Woodson frowned. Recalling Feng Xun's angry rebuke on the phone, she felt that things might be a little serious.

It's a pity that Feng Xun won't answer her phone at all now. Let her explain

"Then he must have something to do. If he is not busy, he will call you back naturally. Do you need to be so anxious?" Woodson shook his head. He didn't seem to realize where his wife's anxiety came from. He said with disapproval, "don't you know your own son's style? You have to blow up his phone and be careful he pulls you black!"

"I'm afraid it's dark already!" Mrs. Woodson gave a low sigh, shook her head and said with a bitter smile, "this time, it really irritates him!"

"What have you done?" Woodson frowned and looked at her suspiciously. "Are you asking him for money again?"

Seeing that his wife didn't answer, but his expression was a little guilty, Woodson pursed his lips and scolded him displeased: "don't blame me for not reminding you before. You don't need money at all. You ask him for money again and again. No matter how good your mother and son are, he will be tired of you!"

"What do you know?" Mrs. Woodson was annoyed by her husband's scolding tone. She was worried that there was no place to spread her anger. She glared at him and said with a sneer, "if it wasn't for the money he gave me, do you really think the family's dignity would last forever? Don't forget, your investment failed, or my money helped you to fill in. What qualifications do you have to educate me here? "

"You --" Woodson's face changed slightly. She was annoyed by her accusing tone, and her voice became cold. "Are you going to settle accounts with me now? When have you ever been mistreated by your family's food and clothing? All your preferences are in accordance with your requirements, but when will you share my worries and solve my difficulties when I'm doing business and talking about cooperation outside? You always attend various social occasions and just look good, but you don't even care about the education of your children.... "

"Don't forget," he said. "Without your social networking and networking, your financier would be a flashy bubble."

Mrs. Woodson raised her chin, looked coldly at her husband, sneered and said sarcastically, "when she first pursued me, she said it was so beautiful, but now she dislikes my noble style? I spend a lot of money. I don't share your worries and solve your problems. I'm not like the female secretaries around you. They all share your worries and solve your problems in bed! Woodson, don't think I don't know how many women you've played with and how much money you've spent on those women. If it wasn't for our community of interests, do you really think I'd be willing to share the bed with you? "

"You," Woodson said angrily, shaking all over with anger. She lifted the quilt and said angrily, "you woman, I think your ex husband has infected you with neuropathy. You're becoming more and more crazy!"

When he had said this, he took up his robe and opened the door to go.

"Where are you going?" Asked Mrs. Woodson aloud.

"You don't want to share your bed with me. I don't like you either. We'll be together less in the future!" Woodson left the sentence coldly and left the door.

As she watched her husband leave, Mrs. Woodson was so angry that she picked up his pillow and threw it out the door. She gritted her teeth and said, "none of these men is good..."

Just throwing pillows was not enough to relieve her. She simply lifted the sheets and quilts, threw them out of the room, and smashed them out with the cups he had drunk.

These movements awakened the housekeeper of the villa and her second daughter, Gina. Gina rubbed her eyes and opened the door. Then she heard her mother's angry voice and her father's leaving.

No need to ask, she knew that her parents had quarreled again, and it seemed that her mother was angry and forced her father to go home after two days' rest!

Gina gave a low sigh. Seeing that it was still early, she planned to comfort her abusive mother. The housekeeper quickly stopped her and said in a low voice, "miss two, the ground is full of glass fragments. Don't hurry to come here first."

Gina shrugged and whispered to the housekeeper, "are they fighting again? Why do you quarrel when you don't sleep in the middle of the night? "

"I don't know. I'll go in and persuade him." the housekeeper shrugged helplessly and ordered someone to sweep the mess outside the lady's room. Just as he wanted to go in and persuade him, the door slammed in front of him.

The housekeeper and the onlooker Gina looked at each other, while Mrs. Woodson in the room took the cup and poured it all her life. Then she picked up her cell phone and dialed Jessica bird.

"Well, Mrs. Woodson, it's still early. Why do you call at this time?" At the other end of the line, Jessica bird's voice was a little hoarse.

Mrs. Woodson gave a cold Snort and said angrily to Jessica on the other end of the phone, "is it still early? Jessica, I didn't expect you to cooperate with me. That's how you calculated me! "

"Mrs. Woodson, what are you talking about..." Jessica heard her first angry rebuke. She was half awakened from her drowsiness. She quickly sat up and replied with a smile to Mrs. Woodson on the other end of the phone.

"Jessica bird, don't play this game in front of me. You deliberately lead me to invest in my son's project. Before we get to know each other, you just tell the media about his father. You're really playing a good game!"