Looking at the closed ward door, Wu Xuewei curled her lips and smiled, her smile bitterly.

Memories are such a terrible cage.

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Unable to withstand the smell of disinfectant water in the hospital, Wu Xuewei insisted on being discharged from the hospital two days later.

Feng Churui had no choice but to deal with her, so he asked Secretary Wu to go to the hotel to get her luggage, and he personally took her back to the apartment.

In the car, Wu Xuewei leaned against the car window glass, looked out of the window with her hands wrapped around her chest, looking like she was keeping people from thousands of miles away.

Feng Churui crossed his legs, and the documents were placed on his legs, and he was flipping them seriously.

Inside the carriage, the soothing light music drifted lightly.

Suddenly, when passing by the speed bump, Wu Xuewei's head was caught on the glass in a cold way, causing her to hiss.

"Did it hurt? Let's take a look." One hand reached out, pinched her chin, and turned her little face around.

"It's okay." Wu Xuewei pulled down his hand and turned her face away.

Feng Churui reminded indifferently: "Get along well."

This sentence is an invisible threat!

Wu Xuewei calmed down and breathed a deep breath. She turned her head and curled up a smirk that was not smiling, saying, "Uncle Feng, I'm fine."

"Yeah. Be good." Feng Churui touched her slightly red forehead, chuckled and lowered her head to look at the documents.

Seeing him so comfortable, Wu Xuewei felt more angry and said angrily: "I want to eat dumplings."

Feng Churui didn't raise his head either: "Well, I'll ask my aunt to do it for you."

"I want to eat dumplings made by Uncle Feng!" Wu Xuewei turned her head and looked at him seriously.

Feng Churui looked up and met her eyes. He knew that it was her mental imbalance and deliberately wanted to torture him, but he still agreed willingly, "Okay, I'll make it for you. What stuffing do you want to eat?"

"Whatever." Wu Xuewei was too lazy to talk anymore after the plan succeeded.

Anyway, she just wanted to torture him, torture him, and make things difficult for him, that's all.

Feng Churui looked at her with a faint smile, then picked up the phone and asked the aunt in the apartment to prepare the ingredients for making dumplings.

Back at the apartment, Wu Xuewei stood at the door and refused to take a step further.

A hint of apology flashed in Feng Churui's eyes, and he gently patted her shoulder with one hand, comforting him: "Xuewei, there will be no second incident last time, don't worry."

Wu Xuewei pursed her lips and said nothing, feeling depressed. When she heard his words, she walked in and stood in the living room. She asked coldly: "Where is my room?"

"Come on, I'll take you there."

As soon as Feng Churui finished speaking, she refused impatiently: "No! Let my aunt take me there."

"Okay." He turned around helplessly and went to the kitchen to ask his aunt to take her to the room.

The aunt took her into the cleanup and decorated her master bedroom in pink and warm. Wu Xuewei looked at the unfamiliar bedroom and did not dare to overlap this bedroom with the bedroom that night.

It seems that he would also be afraid that she would have a psychological shadow, or would he feel guilty when he saw everything?

Wu Xuewei sneered, who knows!

"Miss Xuewei, this bedroom was specially decorated by the mayor two days ago. At that time, I wondered why the good bedroom should be redecorated. After asking, I realized that it was the mayor who specially decorated it according to your preferences in order to let you move in." The aunt saw that she stood still and said something she knew.
Chapter completed!