Chapter 1134

Who is she to you? Is she worth it?

Unfortunately, these words are destined to rot in the bottom of my heart forever.

She can't say it. It's hard for her to say it.

How could she say it? How could she say it? Obviously she didn't want to get married, but after being forced to marry him, there was still a trace of luck in her heart.

Fortunately, I hope that this broken and incomplete feeling can be mended and restored after experiencing trauma.

But reality will always inadvertently give you a fatal slap in the face and wake you up.

Song Weiwei was like a slap full of thorns on her face. Those thorns were on her face and hurt her heart.

People are laughing at her. Wu Xuewei, you're dead. Admit your fate!

"I don't know... I don't know... Let go of me..." she smiled, shook her head and whispered blankly.

"Oh..." Feng churui looked sad. He released her according to his words, and his eyes were deep all over the world. "You don't know? Don't you know, or don't you want? Wu Xuewei, I really want to look into your heart from your eyes and see if that heart really doesn't love me!"

"Did you see that?"

The noble and elegant expression cracked in an instant, "I can't see it, I can't see it!"

Wu Xuewei lost her smile. How could he see it? Now it's hard for her to see it. How could he see it.

"Forget it, we'll talk nonsense. You and Miss Song won't just be friends. If you're good for her, you can consider my suggestion."

Feng churui sniffed lightly, and his laughter was low and depressed: "what's the relationship between me and her? Do you care?"

Wu Xuewei was stunned. She was a little confused by his light mockery. What if she cared or didn't care?

It's all meaningless, isn't it?

It was she who fell in love with her first. She even wondered from the beginning to now whether he loved her in the end is a love between men and women, or a habit formed over the years.

She can't tell. She can't tell for a long time.

"I don't care. It doesn't matter." Her voice gently spit out, the wind blows, it dispersed.

"Is it unimportant or don't you care?"

Wu Xuewei never looked at him again, turned and left.

Behind him came his low and deep smile. Feng churui put his hands in his suit trouser pocket, and his posture was straight and arrogant. "Wu Xuewei, in fact, this is what you really think? You wish I wouldn't pester you so that you could be in love with the little lover of the he family... Well, I'll do what you want."

Wu Xuewei's mind is in a mess. Her ears are buzzing. She hates her failure. Every time she meets something, her hands and feet are cold and her brain is slow.

All she knows is that if she doesn't leave, she will collapse the next second.

There's no point in talking to him.

Back indoors, old Yang was watching the news. Song Weiwei was sitting on one side, very embarrassed.

As soon as Wu Xuewei came in, old Yang smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Xuewei girl, what did you whisper to your uncle Feng?"

"There's no whisper. Uncle Feng just asked me to take more care of Miss Song." She spun up a reason to explain why she went out with Feng churui just now.

Only the Feng family and the Wu family knew about their secret marriage, so Yang didn't know.

If you know, you won't make fun of Feng churui and song Weiwei.

"Oh, take care of more? Is it difficult, old man? Will I eat this reporter?!"

"Grandpa Yang, I won't tell you."