Song Weiwei was so excited by the current situation that she completely forgot whether she could slap the person who could come and go freely in the courtyard of Jun district.

Wu Xuewei was a little confused, and her face was numb with pain. Not to mention the strength of song Weiwei, a girl, the potential of her anger was enough to make her strength incredible.

She couldn't believe it. She covered her face and looked up at the angry song Weiwei. "You said Feng churui was your boyfriend? What's the evidence?"

"Evidence?" Song Weiwei giggled as if he had heard a big joke. She put her hands around her chest and stepped on 11 inch high heels. She was half a head taller than Wu Xuewei and squinted at her, "Don't you think you're a little brainless when you ask me for evidence? Is a Rui my boyfriend? Don't you know? On the fourth day of the lunar new year, a Rui took me to visit director Yang C's house and tacitly agreed that I was his girlfriend. You didn't see or hear all this?"

Wu Xuewei pursed her lips. "How do you know he is acquiescing? He doesn't want to deny that Miss Song lost face and couldn't stand down? After all, he had to go out the back door to ask grandpa Yang for an exclusive interview for his contribution to s city TV station."

"Do you want to be shameless? When a Rui pursues me, can you see? You fox l essence, shameless... A Rui?" Song Weiwei suddenly looked behind her, a look of panic flashed on his face, and his eyes began to dodge left and right.

Just as Wu Xuewei was about to turn around, a hot chest was pasted on her back. His waist was hugged by him. Feng churui ignored song Weiwei, but lowered his head, pinched her chin and pulled her face to face herself.

Seeing the five red fingerprints printed on the white jade like skin, Feng churui frowned angrily, raised his hand and gently rubbed it with cool fingertips. The tone was so soft that it was incredible: "did she fight?"

"Yes." Wu Xuewei is a little wronged. Why should she, a legal wife, put up with the woman he provoked come to the door and slap her in the face?

From childhood to adulthood, except that she made a big mistake and was beaten by her father, her family was not willing to let her get hurt.

"I'll blow and bring you ice later." Then Feng churui twisted his beautiful eyebrows, carefully held her face in his hands and blew.

Song Weiwei was deeply hit. She staggered back and hit the door frame. The pain made her quickly cover her arm.

"Ah Rui, is she the reason why you want to break off contact with me?" She kept asking.

Feng churui didn't bother to give her a look. He focused on blowing Wu Xuewei's swollen face. Wu Xuewei shook her head before he gave up.

Shuer, raised his head, and the bottom of Qingming's eyes flashed with a fierce look. The corners of his lips were still slightly tilted, but his smile was full of fright. "I remember what I said very clearly. What I did to you was just acting. You and I used each other and got what they needed. Why don't I remember a reporter song among my former girlfriends?"

Song Weiwei thought of something and confronted sharply: "you asked me if I had a boyfriend!"

"Ah..." Feng churui said patiently, "if you play, of course, you should make sure you have a boyfriend. If so, it's not good for him to misunderstand. In other words, if it wasn't you, someone else would accompany me in the play. It's just that you happened to meet you who interviewed me that day. So, can you always understand?"