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When he hung up, Feng churui's face was stagnant for a moment. His slender and clean fingertips played with his mobile phone. His eyes were so secretive that people couldn't spy on his thoughts.

Song Weiwei took off his apron, sorted out some messy business suits, put hot milk on the table, and looked at him who didn't come yet. "Ah Rui, I've made breakfast for you. Come and eat."

Feng churui lifted his eyes calmly and stayed on the table. It was her breakfast.

In fact, at this point in the past, he was already on his way to the city's Z hall, but unexpectedly, he just inadvertently said that his housekeeping aunt asked for leave for a few days. He cooked and ate by himself, but she remembered it in her heart.

Early in the morning, he was ready to rush to the airport to deal with Z affairs. Unexpectedly, song Weiwei came.

Well, together with the breakfast she bought.

After a long hesitation, he got up and let her in. Song Weiwei looked at his apartment curiously and praised him from time to time. He must be a clean man who can sit in such a neat and spotless man at home.

Feng churui listened absently and didn't say anything. Instead, she accidentally dropped her breakfast and spilled porridge all over the floor.

Song Weiwei was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do. Feng churui twisted the bridge of his nose and said he would just clean it up. Song Weiwei was sorry, so he volunteered to make him another breakfast.

Feng churui refused, but she insisted again and again. Finally, she had to let her into the kitchen.

He sat on the sofa, flipping through magazines until his cell phone rang.

To tell the truth, he was a little stunned when he received Wu Xuewei's call.

Until he hung up, he didn't ask whether the sentence she just said was' can we remarry '

After a few mouthfuls of breakfast made by song Weiwei, he was thinking about things in his heart, so the food was tasteless. When song Weiwei asked him whether the taste was good or not, he still said with grace that it was good.

After stopping a taxi downstairs to send song Weiwei away, he asked the driver to drive to the airport.

From boarding to landing, he was always restless. There was no reason, but he felt inexplicably upset, as if something was going to happen.

This feeling was not confirmed until I received a strange call.

Always clear, rational and clear mind, suddenly a little confused. I only heard a boy yelling at the other end. It seems that Xuewei is in the school library... Jumping off the building and killing Z?

His blood seemed to coagulate. He stood at the gate of the airport where people came and went. Looking at the cloudy day with haze, his heart sank fiercely

That noble and elegant handsome face, calm and indifferent expression began to crack, and deep panic poured out from the bottom of his eyes. The next second, he rushed out of the crowd.

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Below the library, the students who had already finished class crowded around and pointed at Wu Xuewei standing on the top floor.

Soon, police cars, fire engines and 120 ambulances whistled all the way into the campus. Jingcha immediately opened the cordon to disperse the crowd. Firefighters opened the inflatable mat and rushed to the top floor of the library for persuasion.

Doctors and nurses are also downstairs ready to help.

"Classmate Wu Xuewei, please calm down. You're standing in a dangerous position! If there's anything we can't think of, we can solve it slowly. Don't go to extremes! Think about your family. Losing you is the biggest blow to them!" Jing Cha shouted to Wu Xuewei upstairs with a horn.