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"Ah Rui, can you come to me..."

When Wu Yuqing called, Feng churui was leaning on the sofa reading. He put down his book, sat up, took his mobile phone and walked to the French window, "what's the matter?"

"... I'm so afraid. Can you come with me? I don't know who to call... I'm in a mess now..." Wu Yuqing said intermittently, obviously he was really afraid.

Because he had never seen her look of fear, she had always been elegant and decent, and the smile on her face was not deep or shallow, which just made people feel very comfortable.

Turning back to the bedroom and taking his coat, Feng churui said to her at the other end of the phone, "I'll be there right away and wait for me."

Soon, Feng churui drove to Wu Yuqing's apartment. Downstairs, he saw her waiting there wrapped in a down jacket. She was shivering in the cold wind.

Seeing him, she immediately ran over with a smile, "ah Rui, you're coming."

Looking around, Feng churui patted her on the shoulder and smiled faintly: "go up, it's cold here."

Wu Yuqing smiled at him and they went upstairs together.

Her apartment, Feng churui, is not Wu Xuewei. "Juve, you know that?"

Juve flirted with her long brown curly hair and was very proud: "of course, I didn't mix in vain in those months in China. It's not difficult for me."

Joan came over and sat down among two people. He make complaints about it. "You can get it. You will know this one."