Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

Hearing this, Pan Mingyue turned to the window with a somewhat stiff gaze.

I don't know what I thought of, my eyes became cold and lifeless.

There was no sound on the phone. On the other end of the phone, Mrs. Feng frowned: "Why don't you talk?"

Pan Mingyue's hand slipped, and she murmured, "It's really not worthy."

After finishing speaking, she hung up the phone without waiting for Mrs. Feng's answer.

The phone slipped from his hand, and he lowered his head weakly, his eyes were very empty.

**

On the phone, Mrs. Feng hung up the phone.

She frowned, remembering Pan Mingyue's last words, she threw the phone on the table casually, "I still have self-knowledge."

Li Shuangning sat on the sofa opposite her.

Hearing these words, she paused slightly with the hand holding the teacup, and slid her wavy hair to the side, "Feng Ci him..."

"I didn't come out for a day and a night upstairs, and I was torturing myself," Mrs. Feng said with a sneer while holding a cup of tea, "I don't know what's so good about that Pan Mingyue, she's full of yin and yang."

Now that there is a problem between the two of them, Mrs. Feng is naturally happy.

The Feng family has been in the capital for more than half a year. Although it is not as beautiful as Yuncheng, it can be regarded as a firm foundation.

Pan Mingyue's parents were unknown, Feng Ci was the only son of the Feng family, and Mrs. Feng never let Feng Ci marry her.

The two were talking.

Feng Loucheng came back from the door.

He was covered in frost, because he was in a low mood after meeting Cheng Juan.

Li Shuangning quickly stood up from the sofa, and respectfully called "Uncle Feng".

When Feng Loucheng saw Li Shuangning, he just greeted Li Shuangning lightly.

When he saw the shopping bag on the sofa, he couldn't help pressing his temples, and looked at Mrs. Feng: "I asked you to give Mingyue something, why didn't you give it to her?"

Because he was in Yuncheng before, he caused Qinran to be misunderstood.

In the current Fenglou City, people would not drive a car to deliver things to Pan Mingyue. University was far more terrifying than high school.

Mrs. Feng glanced at the shopping bag, and her eyes became a little mocking: "Feng Loucheng, do you want me to help you clean up the wicked things you have done?"

The sound was harsh.

Feng Loucheng has been concealing Pan Mingyue's affairs, making Mrs. Feng suspect that Pan Mingyue is his illegitimate daughter, and he is afraid that the drug lord and the remaining party will not be wiped out.

This year, Dui Qian and Dui Hao wiped out the remnants of the party in Yuncheng.

The matter was also made clear to Cheng Juan, Feng Loucheng didn't believe it, the Cheng family would not be able to protect Pan Mingyue at a time like this.

now……

Feng Loucheng glanced at Mrs. Feng indifferently, "Come to the study."

Seeing that something was wrong, Li Shuangning quickly put down his teacup and said goodbye.

Mrs. Feng followed Feng Loucheng to the study room, and stood by his table. Because Pan Mingyue retreated in spite of the difficulties, her expression was better than before: "Tell me, I'll see what you can come up with today."

Feng Loucheng took out a stack of documents from the safe in the study, and threw them heavily in front of Mrs. Feng: "Look for yourself."

Mrs. Feng flipped through the files casually.

Turning over, the whole person was slightly stunned.

This is a narcotics file.

It has been preserved by Fenglou City.

Anti-drug police 0976: Yao Weilin.

"Mingyue's father is Yao Weilin, my former subordinate." Feng Loucheng glanced at her and said indifferently, "Mingyue is an orphan. Because of my misjudgment, her parents and elder brother were revenged by drug lords for their anti-drug case."

"Then how do you tell me to treat her like my own daughter..." Mrs. Feng was taken aback.

She is not unreasonable, Feng Loucheng's attitude towards Pan Mingyue is indeed wrong, and she has been unwilling to make it clear.

She thought Pan Mingyue was the daughter of Feng Loucheng's first love.

"Yao Weilin has a special status. Mingyue has never met her father since she was a child." Feng Loucheng lit a cigarette. "The first time we meet is also the last time we meet. I want to make it up to her as much as possible."

As for the mental hospital, Feng Loucheng didn't say anything.

No matter who was in the mental hospital, they would be looked at with strange eyes. Except for Cheng Juan, Feng Loucheng didn't intend to tell anyone.

"Then..." Mrs. Feng didn't know what to say.

Feng Loucheng's thoughts on this kind of matter are not very obvious, and he did not find out the relationship between Pan Mingyue and Feng Ci.

After Mrs. Feng knew the answer, she inevitably felt complicated, but she didn't dare to tell about Pan Mingyue and Feng Ci.

"I'll go find her tomorrow." Madam Feng was in a mess, she walked out of the study door, and looked at Feng Ci's room again.

After pondering for a while, he finally didn't say anything about Pan Mingyue.

Mrs. Feng returned to the room, and took out a chapter of the appraisal report from the dressing box——

It was the medicine that Pan Mingyue took.

The appraisal report is very clear——

With antipsychotic drugs, Pan Mingyue has mental problems.

Mrs. Feng put away the report. Although she sympathized with Pan Mingyue, she would never let Feng Ci marry her. Whether it was Pan Mingyue's background or other aspects...he was really unworthy.

As for the truth, Mrs. Feng did not intend to tell Feng Ci either.

**

the next day.

Eight in the morning.

Downstairs in the group headquarters where Cheng Jin works, Cheng Juan parked the car. He leaned over, unbuckled her seat belt, and leaned towards her: "Go up and find a quiet lounge?"

"No." Qin Ran looked around and saw the coffee shop Ouyang Wei mentioned, her eyebrows stretched: "I'm going to buy a cup of milk tea."

Cheng Juan looked at her for a while, this is his territory, don't worry, he stretched out his hand, stroked her hair, and said, "Okay, wait for me to come down."

five minutes later.

Group headquarters, office.

Cheng Juan pushed open the door and went in.

A figure stood by the office window with his back to the door.

Cheng Juan raised his foot, kicked the door shut, and looked at the man indifferently, with his hands in his pockets. There was no expression on the pretty and clear brows, but a little sharp.

"Here we come," the man turned around and smiled at Cheng Juan, with some white hair on his sideburns, and his voice seemed soft, "I haven't cared about you for so many years, this time you should know why I came. Stop when you've had enough, Ouyang Wei is the perfect candidate I trained myself."