Looking at Qiao Lun and Juventus' friends, she cried and laughed emotionally, hugged these good friends one by one: "I know how to do it, thank you, my dear! I will return to China tomorrow and can no longer think about it alone."

Even if it makes him angry, she doesn't care. She can't let herself keep thinking about it here and then fall into the torment of her own fantasy.

Besides, his behavior was really abnormal, and she didn't believe that nothing happened to him.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be so busy that I didn't even have time to make a phone call.

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Qiao Lun was worried about her, and despite her opposition, she bought a plane ticket to return home with her.

During the journey back to China, she supported her head with a depressed hand, and the flight attendant asked her intimately if she felt uncomfortable.

She smiled and said no, the flight attendant smiled and left.

Looking at the Baiyun outside the porthole, Wu Xuewei couldn't help but sneer. Even a stranger could tell that she was uncomfortable. Will Feng Churui not feel her unhappiness?

She didn't know what the answer was.

Because it's not him, I don't know what he is thinking.

After more than ten hours of flight, she slept in a daze, and finally woke up by Qiao Lun. He patted her face and said, "Xuewei, it's time for us to get off the plane."

Wu Xuewei turned around and saw that she had returned to S City International Airport. Under the dark night, the airport was still bright and busy. She nodded slowly before getting off the plane with Qiao Lun.

In the taxi, Wu Xuewei closed her eyes and looked very tired. Qiao Lun looked at her with distress, but couldn't share anything for her. She just asked her: "Are you hungry? Let's go eat something first?"

She didn't eat the plane meal. She should be hungry after so long.

Wu Xuewei shook her head: "I'm not hungry."

She had something in her heart, so she lost her appetite. It was strange that she didn't feel hungry. She just wanted to go back to the apartment soon to see if Feng Churui was at home. If she was busy, would he still be in the city hall?

Seeing her like this, Qiao Lun suddenly became angry, "Wu Xuewei, you look so inferior! I look down on you very much!"

After saying that, he turned to look at the driver: "Master, stop by."

Having entered the downtown area, the taxi stopped by and paid the car. Qiao Lun pulled her out of the car, found a restaurant nearby and went in, ordered a large table of dishes, and then stuffed the chopsticks into her hand with a tiger's face: "Eat! Only when you are full can you have the strength to settle the score with yours!"

Wu Xuewei was forced to eat most of the rice, and Qiao Lun was extremely hungry and swallowed her voraciously. Wu Xuewei secretly took out her cell phone and sent a text message to Feng Churui-

"Uncle Feng, are you busy?"

"Eat seriously!" Qiao Lun glanced at the small movement under her table, bent his fingers and gave her a heavy appreciation on her forehead.

"Qiao Lun, you are so violent." Wu Xuewei muttered, and finally picked up the chopsticks and started eating slowly.

After about ten minutes, her cell phone vibrated twice, and a new text message came in.

Feng Churui's text message is very concise, only one word—

"Um."

Looking at this cold word, Wu Xuewei suddenly lost all her strength. In fact, what she hated the most was that when she was chatting with people with enthusiasm, the other party always replied, oh, yes, these simple words.
Chapter completed!