Wu Xuewei kept lowering her head to eat, but she didn't seem to hear it. Wu Changshu pulled her face down, "Girl Xuewei, answer grandpa's words! How did you and that gangster Arui deal with this matter?"

"Ah..." Wu Xuewei raised her head in a daze, her eyes full of confusion: "Grandpa, were you asking me just now?"

"Oh!" Wu Changshu sighed and put down his chopsticks, stood up and left with great fire.

Wu Xuewei is sick and has a heart disease.

He was depressed and could not get out of it, nor did he want to say it out, and he was the only one who was involved in the divorce, and the two parties involved in the divorce were known, and both families were hidden.

It has been a week since the divorce, but she still can't believe that she has really divorced Feng Churui.

It’s not that I don’t want to keep it, but that in the end it was his ridicule.

She couldn't bear so much, afraid that she would even use up the last little dignity.

Not only did time eliminate the depression in her heart, but instead she was like a snowball rolling bigger and bigger. For two weeks, she was taciturn and looked haggard and sad.

She couldn't figure it out, and was trapped in her own world and couldn't get out.

No one was willing to pull her, no one knew she was sick, the only person involved in this matter refused to see her, and there was no phone call or even a few text messages.

He was like a wisp of air, disappearing completely in her world without leaving any trace.

In two weeks, she lost five kilograms and became thinner, with her eyes concave and her chin slim, just like a piece of paper that could fall down when the wind blows.

The fifteenth day of the divorce has been half a month in a blink of an eye.

That morning, Wu Xuewei mustered up the courage to pick up her cell phone and call him, but Feng Churui didn't answer and hung up.

Wu Xuewei smiled, her lips were bloodless. This time was when he went to the city hall. He had plenty of time to answer a call, but why not?

Without giving up, she took a deep breath and pressed his number again.

This time, the phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

Feng Churui's voice was impatient: "What's the matter?"

I didn't want to admit it, but I had to admit that her fragile and vulnerable heart was seriously injured by his impatient tone again.

With courage, her voice trembled slightly: "I just want to ask you... can we... remarry..." She said the last two words, "I'm just trying to ask you... to remarry...".

"What did you say?" Feng Churui suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"..." Wu Xuewei had not yet mustered up the courage to repeat.

"Arui, breakfast is ready, come and eat--"

On the other end of the phone, Song Weiwei's sweet voice came, and the next second I heard Feng Churui say: "If there is nothing wrong, I'll hang up."

"Dudu..." A cold busy voice.

"Haha..." Wu Xuewei held her cell phone and smiled foolishly, looking dumb.

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Because the filming is about to be done, He Jingyan was notified by the director and asked to transfer to Los Angeles, USA, so that he could study nearby while learning to act.

The director of the school has already made arrangements for him, and as long as others pass by, they can enter the school immediately.

Before He Jingyan left, he wanted to say goodbye to Wu Xuewei. That day, after class, he went to find Wu Xuewei.

He called her, turned off the phone, frowned, and He Jingyan found a classmate in their department, and asked, and found out that Wu Xuewei had not come to class this morning.

"Thank you!" After saying that, He Jingyan hurriedly ran away.

When I passed by the library, I found a bunch of people gathering downstairs, all looking up and talking.

"Oh my God, isn't that Wu Xuewei the most favored one in the Wu family?!"

"Yes, that's right, it's her! What's she doing when she stands on it?"

"Isn't you going to jump off the building?"

"I think so! Look at her, she looks dull and may just want to commit suicide!"
Chapter completed!