Chapter 1132

Song Weiwei's face was frozen with a smile. She asked for help and looked at Feng churui, who returned with a reassuring look.

Feng churui took her to sit down on the sofa, poured a cup of tea for Yang and sent it to him, "Yang, as the head of S City, I naturally have to make some contributions to the city. No TV station in the country can win your interview, so I want to make s city TV stand out."

"Hum, why didn't I know your boy would go through the back door?" Old Yang snorted and took a sip of tea.

Feng churui smiled, "it's not too late to know."

Hearing the speech, old Yang looked at Song Weiwei again, looked at her carefully with sharp eyes, and then joked: "ah Rui, I remember correctly. Did you cancel your engagement last year? Why, the little reporter brought this time is not just a reporter?"

"Old Yang." Feng churui was a little frustrated, but he didn't deny it. "Just say when to take time for an exclusive interview."

"Oh, I'm anxious to see this!" Old Yang smiled very narrowly.

Wu Xuewei listened quietly and her eyes were distracted. She was relieved until the mobile phone rang. "You talk, I'll answer the phone."

Then he walked quickly to the yard.

The phone call is from jolen. Ask her when she will leave for the United States. They are all ready!

The air inside was so oppressive that she was about to suffocate. She talked with jorun for a long time. After hanging up the phone, she stayed alone in the yard for a long time.

Pick up your mood before she walks back.

In the living room, three people are playing go.

"Ah Rui, where should I go?" Song Weiwei stuck to a sunspot in his hand, bit his finger and asked the man around him in distress.

"Go here." Feng churui sat next to her, took the sunspot in her hand and fell on the chessboard.

Old Yang leisurely drank tea and looked at the interaction between the two. He smiled warmly. His expression seemed to say, 'I don't admit that your relationship is not simple, old man, I can see it'!

Wu Xuewei went over, sat down on the sofa, asked the guard to bring her a copy of today's newspaper and read it quietly.

"Xuewei girl, have you finished calling?" Yang Lao waved to her, "come and play chess with your uncle Feng."

Wu Xuewei raised her head from the newspaper, smiled and refused: "no, Grandpa Yang, you play, I'll read the newspaper for a while."

Yang Lao smashed his mouth. "You little girl, why are you so old at a young age?"

Wu Xuewei wrinkled her nose and said, "how can I be old? Grandpa Yang, I'm mature, mature!"

"Hahaha, it's still cute! Hahaha..."

Wu Xuewei tooted her mouth and ignored him.

"Play by yourself." Feng churui puts the sunspot in his hand back into the chess box, gets up, walks to Wu Xuewei and sits down.

Song Weiwei looked at him and said, "OK."

When he came, Wu Xuewei's body began to harden involuntarily, and the whole person was unnatural.

"Is the newspaper good?" He poured a cup of tea and drank it lightly.

"Yes."

"Well, is it good-looking or not." He deliberately made things difficult.

Wu Xuewei sighed, "nice."

"Oh, really? Tell me, what happened?" He seems very interested.

Wu Xuewei raised her head and said to guard J, "bring uncle Feng another newspaper."

A moment later, guard J brought the same newspaper, "master Feng, here comes your newspaper."