Chapter 919

Looking at the closed ward door, Wu Xuewei bent her lips and smiled bitterly.

Memories are a terrible cage.

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Unable to stand the smell of disinfectant in the hospital, Wu Xuewei insisted on leaving the hospital two days later.

Feng churui had nothing to do with her, so he asked secretary Wu to go to the hotel to pick up her luggage, and he personally sent her back to her apartment.

In the car, Wu Xuewei leaned her head against the window glass, looked out of the window, her hands around her chest, and looked like a thousand miles away.

Feng churui overlapped his legs, and the document was placed on his legs. He was seriously opening it.

In the carriage, the soothing light music drifted faintly.

Suddenly, when passing through the deceleration belt, Wu Xuewei's head suddenly cracked on the glass, and she hissed with pain.

"Does it hurt? Let me see." Reach out with one hand, hold her chin and turn her little face around.

"Nothing." Wu Xuewei took off his hand and turned her face again.

Feng churui lightly reminded: "get along well."

This sentence is an invisible threat!

Wu Xuewei collected her mind, deeply spit out a mouthful of turbid Qi, turned her head, raised a fake smile and said, "Uncle Feng, I'm fine."

"Well, good." Feng churui touched her reddish forehead, smiled and looked down at the document.

Looking at him so comfortable, Wu Xuewei thought more and more angrily, and said angrily, "I want to eat dumplings."

Feng churui didn't lift his head: "well, I asked my aunt to do it for you."

"I want to eat dumplings made by Uncle Feng!" Wu Xuewei turned her head and looked at him seriously.

Feng churui looked up and met her eyes. Knowing that she was mentally unbalanced and deliberately wanted to trouble him, he was willing to answer, "OK, I'll make it for you. What kind of stuffing do you want?"

"Whatever." Wu Xuewei was too lazy to talk when the plot succeeded.

Anyway, she just wanted to toss him, torture him, make trouble for him, that's all.

Feng churui looked at her with a light smile, then picked up the phone and asked the aunt in the apartment to prepare dumpling materials.

Back to the apartment, Wu Xuewei stood at the door and refused to step further.

Feng churui's eyes flashed a trace of apology. He patted her on the shoulder with one hand and comforted: "Xuewei, there will be no second time for the last time. Don't worry."

Wu Xuewei pursed her lips and was depressed. When she heard his words, she walked in and stood in the living room. She asked coldly, "where is my room?"

"Come on, I'll take you."

As soon as Feng churui finished speaking, she refused impatiently: "no! Let my aunt take me."

"OK." He turned helplessly and went to the kitchen to ask his aunt to take her to the room.

Aunt took her into the master bedroom, which was packed and decorated with pink warmth. Wu Xuewei looked at the strange bedroom and dared not overlap the bedroom with the bedroom that night.

It seems that he will also be afraid of her psychological shadow, or will he feel guilty when he sees all that?

Wu Xuewei sneers, who knows!

"Miss Xuewei, this bedroom was specially decorated by the mayor two days ago. At that time, I wondered why a good bedroom should be rearranged. When I asked, I knew that the mayor specially decorated it according to your preferences in order to let you live in." The aunt watched her stand still and said what she knew.

"Really..." Wu Xuewei replied faintly to her aunt's words and didn't show too much joy and love.