Anyway, I'll just say I'm busy and can't get away.

He didn't intend to tell her family about Wu Xuewei until she graduated. However, in the days before her graduation, he had a headache at the thought of dealing with the blind date arranged by his mother.

Seeing the children of two married children, he didn't feel particularly envious. His father and mother were not necessarily.

Without Wu Yuqing, there is no shield. Feng churui has a headache now.

Knowing his son Mo ruo's father, Feng Jianguo saw through his mind at a glance and cut off his retreat: "don't spare time. I've seen your itinerary. If you have a whole day next week, I'll book a ticket for Saturday night."

"I see." Sure enough, ginger is still old and spicy.

Seeing Feng Jianguo off, he returned to his office. As soon as he sat down, he received Wu Xuewei's text message:

"Uncle Feng, I'm boarding."

Involuntarily chuckled, and he replied: waiting for your call.

Wu Xuewei sent a kiss expression.

Put down his cell phone and he began to bury his head in the pile of documents.

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After receiving Wu Xuewei's call, it was past zero. Feng churui settled down after learning that her friends were going to pick her up at the airport.

It seems that considering the time difference, Wu Xuewei said a few words for fear of disturbing his rest, so she hung up the phone.

Feng churui looked at the hung up mobile phone, a little disappointed.

In the bedroom, the crystal light was still on. He leaned against the head of the bed and looked through a magazine in his hand. He deliberately waited for her to call. Unexpectedly, the phone died, but there were only a few words.

In my heart, why is there some emptiness?

Everything in the bedroom is decorated according to her preferences. The girl's atmosphere is very strong, which is not in line with his elegant and calm temperament.

Although this once belonged to her bedroom, the habit of sleeping in the bedroom with her for more than a month could not be changed until she returned to the United States.

Feng churui put the magazine on the bed cabinet, turned off the light, and comforted herself with a soft pillow. In fact, it's good to sleep alone in her bedroom. There's still her breath here.

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After a week, it was the weekend again.

Due to his father's order, Feng churui asked secretary Wu to book a plane on Saturday night and return to the imperial capital overnight.

The guard of the Feng family came to pick up the machine and came home. Without exception, neither father nor mother was at home. They are both leaders. They have to deal with all kinds of official documents every day. It's not too much to describe them as managing everything every day.

Knowing the news that he was coming back, the housekeeper led the domestic servant to wait in the yard. As soon as Feng churui got off the bus, he was welcomed into the room by the housekeeper. He finally took him to the restaurant and brought the soup that Mrs. Feng had told people to cook early in the morning.

"Hard work, housekeeper. Don't be busy. I didn't come back until I had dinner. Just drink soup. There's no need to bring the food." Feng churui drank the soup and said faintly.

"Well, the food is warm. Young master, you can eat it whenever you are hungry. You are tired all the way. I'll send someone to put bath water for you." The housekeeper is busy again.

Feng churui shook his head and laughed. He went with him.

After drinking the soup, he went back to his bedroom to take a bath. Although he came back only during the Spring Festival all year round, his bedroom was cleaned by a domestic servant every day, and the furnishings were just like when he left.

I don't know if it was because her mother was busy arranging for him. As soon as he took a bath, his mobile phone rang, as if he was pinching the time.