If Wu Yuqing becomes Feng churui's wife, she must be suitable for home and family.

And what about her?

She hasn't finished college, let alone work. Even her basic communication is much worse than Wu Yuqing, who has the best of both worlds.

The only thing he can do now is to learn to cook so that he can eat the hot dishes and rice she made himself when he comes home from work.

Wu Xuewei sat in the restaurant for a long time. The food on the table was already cold, and Feng churui didn't move much for dinner.

She doesn't know what's good or bad. She knows that he loves her, but she thinks she must do something for him to settle down and hypnotize herself. See, Feng churui also needs you, and he can't live without you.

Feng churui was in his study dealing with business. He was delayed for 3 days. Many official documents were overstocked. He had to work overtime.

When he realized that it was very late, he finished a stack of documents as high as a hill and rubbed his dry eyes. He went out of his study and went to his bedroom habitually.

There was no figure of Wu Xuewei in the bedroom. He went to the living room again. When he saw that the light in the dining room was still on, he twisted his eyebrows and strode in.

Wu Xuewei lay on the table and didn't know what she was thinking. The food on the table was still in place. She just lay there, motionless and rarely blinked.

Feng churui pulled her up with a slight sullen voice: "Wu Xuewei!"

Wu Xuewei rubbed her dry eyes and said in a low voice, "here!"

"Explain to me what happened to your behavior of staying here all the time!"

"Are you cruel to me?" Wu Xuewei raised her eyes, which quickly turned red. She had been wronged and hated her failure. Now when she heard his tone increase, her fragile heart was about to break the dike.

Feng churui doesn't want to say more. The fierce is already fierce. Can he take it back.

She led her back to the bedroom. She had long legs and big steps. Wu Xuewei could only keep up with her by trotting. She also held her breath and refused to speak to him to slow down.

Feng churui was so angry that he had no time to take into account her feelings that he half dragged her into the bedroom and threw her into bed Up, "sleep."

Leaving two words behind, he turned out and turned off the light.

The room was dark. Wu Xuewei opened her eyes in the dark and looked at the direction of the bedroom door. After a long time, she quickly got up, turned on the light and rushed out.

Catch up with him in the corridor and hold him tightly from behind.

Feng churui was hugged by her small rocket. His tall body staggered for two steps before it stabilized. He looked down at her tightly intertwined hands. He had a headache and helpless, "what's this?"

"Don't be angry. Can't I listen to you?" Wu Xuewei lay on his broad back with a dull and depressed voice.

Feng churui was silent.

Wu Xuewei was even more nervous. She hugged his arm tightly and tightly. "Uncle Feng, uncle Feng, don't be angry, okay? I'm wrong... Can't I listen to you in the future? You loved me most before, and I know it's the same now, right, uncle Feng?"

Feng churui's voice was a little heavy: "change your name."

Wu Xuewei Chuchi smiled, then walked around him and looked at him with a smile: "Feng churui? A Rui?"

"Whatever you like." Feng churui chuckled and pinched her delicate chin.

Then he saw her lying in his arms like a tree Lai and said, "I'm going back to the guest room to take a bath. Why do you want to be together?"