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After hanging up the phone, Feng Churui's expression was frozen for a moment. He played with his slender and clean fingertips. His eyes were so secretive that he could not see any thoughts.

Song Weiwei took off her apron, tidied up a somewhat messy career suit, and put it on the dining table with hot milk. She looked at him who was still not here, "Arui, I'll prepare breakfast for you, come and eat it."

Feng Churui raised his eyes calmly and his eyes stopped on the dining table. It was the breakfast she made.

In fact, in the past, he was already on the way to the city hall. But he didn't expect that, but he accidentally said that the housekeeper took a few days off. He cooked the meal himself, but she remembered it in her heart.

Early in the morning, he was about to rush to the airport and fly to the imperial capital to handle government affairs, but unexpectedly, Song Weiwei came.

Well, there are also the breakfast she bought.

After hesitating for a long time, he got up and let her come in. Song Weiwei looked at his apartment curiously and exclaimed from time to time that a man who could sit in such a neat and spotless place at home must be a man who was clean and clean.

Feng Churui listened absent-mindedly and did not express his opinion. Instead, she accidentally dropped the breakfast on the ground and spilled the porridge all over the floor.

Song Weiwei was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do. Feng Churui twisted his nose and said he would just come to clean it up. Song Weiwei felt sorry for her, so she volunteered to make him another breakfast.

Feng Churui offered to refuse, but she couldn't bear to resist her repeated insistence, so she had to let her go into the kitchen.

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

To be honest, he was a little surprised when he received a call from Wu Xuewei.

Until he hung up the phone, he didn't ask whether the words she said just now were, "Can we remarry?"

After eating a few bites of the breakfast made by Song Weiwei, he was thinking about the taste of things. When Song Weiwei asked him if the taste was right, he still said with a decent look, "It's good."

He stopped a taxi downstairs of the apartment and sent Song Weiwei away, and then he asked the driver to drive to the airport.

From boarding the plane to landing, he was always restless. For no reason, he felt inexplicably irritated, as if something was about to happen.

This feeling lasted until it was finally confirmed when I received a strange call.

My mind, who was always clear and rational, suddenly became a little confused. I heard a boy yelling in the other end, as if Xuewei was jumping off the building and committing suicide?

The blood in his body seemed to have condensed. He stood in a daze at the entrance of the airport where people were coming and going, looking at the cloudy day of haze, his heart suddenly sank...

The handsome and elegant face of the noble and elegant face began to crack, and a deep panic surged in his eyes. The next second, he pulled out the crowd and rushed out.

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Below the library, the students who had already been out of class were surrounded by the students, pointing fingers and looking at Wu Xuewei standing on the top floor.

Soon, there was one more ambulance in the police car and fire truck. The police immediately opened the cordon and dispersed the crowd. The firefighters pulled the inflatable cushions and rushed to the top floor of the library to prepare for persuasion.

The doctors and nurses are also ready to rescue them downstairs.
Chapter completed!