Wu Xuewei looked back and saw a worried he Jingyan on her face. "Do you think I'll miss it?"

He Jingyan pursed his lips and said nothing.

Wu Xuewei smiled: "let go, I won't be so stupid."

He Jingyan hesitated for a few seconds before slowly letting go of her. As soon as Wu Xuewei was free, she gave him a slight look: "I've been plagued by bad luck recently. You'd better not go too close with me to avoid being implicated."

"Bang..." he Jingyan hissed and followed her slowly: "if you're worried that I'm beaten by my family, you don't have to. Those who used to be sons of man owe them. They won't be in the future..."

Wu Xuewei was depressed: "do you think I'm unbearable?"

A palm of the hand clapped on her head. He said that he has the final say, "why do we need to take care of others' opinions?"

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Wu Xuewei never came back from a university. She didn't have classes all day. She stayed in her bedroom until night. She held her mobile phone in her palm for a day. She didn't let go until her palm was sweating.

After hesitation, she finally summoned up her courage and called Feng churui.

This seems to be the first phone call since they got the license.

The phone hasn't been answered for a long time. Wu Xuewei pinches her cell phone. Is she too busy or don't want to answer it?

It was raining heavily in s city. When Feng churui walked out of the office building of Z hall, he saw a female reporter standing there with her bag in her hands, staring at the heavy rain.

Hearing the footsteps, the female reporter turned back and saw it was him. She immediately smiled and took the initiative to say hello: "Mr. Feng, are you off work?"

Feng churui nodded faintly. The driver asked for leave today. He drove himself. Just a few steps out, he paused and turned his head: "no umbrella?"

The female reporter was flattered and blushed: "I went out in a hurry today and didn't remember to bring it. Who knew it would rain so suddenly..."

Feng churui chuckled, raised the car key in his hand and asked, "do you want to give you a ride?"

Song Weiwei looked over in surprise and was so excited that his words were incoherent: "is this... Is this... Too troublesome?"

"No trouble." Feng churui said quietly, "wait here. I'll get the car."

The black Land Rover soon stopped in front of her. Song Weiwei blocked his head with his bag and opened the front passenger's door to get on the bus.

Feng churui's eyes flashed slightly, his lips pursed, said nothing, started the engine and Land Rover drove out.

Until she sat in her seat and was surrounded by the heating on the car, song Weiwei was surprised that he was really sitting in the s-long car!

Moreover, it's Mr. s who drives the car himself!

Feng churui didn't say much. He was driving attentively all the way. Song Weiwei secretly glanced at him. Her well-defined side face was also very charming. She was hit by deer in her heart. She blushed.

Just as she racked her brains to find a topic to talk about, Feng churui opened her mouth: "by the way, what's your name?"

She interviewed him last time, but he didn't remember her name.

Song Weiwei was pleased: "my name is song Weiwei. Song is the song of the Song Dynasty. Weiwei is the only one."

"Song Weiwei?" He read carefully, "good name."

Although he knew that his praise was only out of politeness, song Weiwei was still very happy.

Feng s, who is handsome and elegant, has served as the head of an s in an international metropolis at a young age, and his family has a prominent background. He is the dream of thousands of women, and he is elected. Women want one most. Page. The object of love!