"Bang--" The wine glass shattered, and Young Master Rong stood up excitedly, grabbed his collar tightly and asked, "What did you say? Say it again!"

"Uncle Rong..." Xue Wei stood up nervously and looked at Feng Churui worriedly.

After the latter handed her a look of peace, she slowly sat down.

Feng Churui looked at his face that was about to go wild, smiled softly, and did not intend to make trouble for him. According to facts, "Today An Ning came to the city hall to talk to me about the progress of the case. When she was about to leave, she suddenly had a nausea and retching. She explained that she had a bad stomach and didn't look like me. Secretary Wu said that his wife was pregnant, and she had a very strong pregnancy reaction and vomited in a dark way."

"An Ning's stomach has always been very good!" Rong Shao spoke excitedly.

Feng Churui patted his hand and straightened his tie: "That's the pregnancy reaction. By the way, I found that she was wearing flat shoes. If you don't believe it, you can make sure it yourself..."

Before Feng Churui finished speaking, Young Master Rong rushed out of the box excitedly. During this period, he almost hit the coffee table because of a haste. His tall body staggered several times.

"Mr. Rong, what's wrong?" Outside the private room, Xu Zhiyuan looked at Mr. Rong who had lost his manners in confusion.

"Hurry, go to Kristen's Villa!" Rong Yan had no time to tell him, and he roared while rushing out.

Xu Zhiyuan, who came to his senses, dared not slacken and immediately followed.

The private room door was thrown up with a "bang" and Young Master Rong's figure had disappeared.

Tang Chao looked at the closed door and sighed again: "Why is my life so unlucky! Yan at least quarreled, Luo Anning is still pregnant... There is still a chance to save it."

Feng Churui ignored him and let him be alone in grief of spring and autumn. He walked to Wu Xuewei and saw her obediently put down her chopsticks, touched her head and asked, "Have you eaten?"

Wu Xuewei nodded and was very well-behaved: "I've eaten it, Uncle Feng."

"Then let's go, I'll take you home." After saying that, Feng Churui said to Tang Chao: "A Chao, I'll take Xuewei home and leave first."

The Tang Dynasty was completely disappointed and waved his hand in vain: "Go."

Patting his shoulder, Feng Churui whispered: "Don't drink too much, be careful."

Tang Dynasty waved his hand impatiently, and then he glanced at Wu Xuewei and turned around and walked out.

"Ouch-" With a low shout, Wu Xuewei stepped on an empty wine bottle with high heels and sprained her ankle!

Feng Churui turned around and looked at her poor little squatting on the ground, and turned cold: "At a young age, I learned to wear high heels. Do you know you are wrong now?"

Wu Xuewei lowered her head aggrievedly and muttered in a low voice: "Are you still afraid that you will treat me as a child? Don't men like mature women..."

"Get up, let's go back."

Looking at his tall back walking out, Wu Xuewei called him unwillingly: "Uncle Feng, his feet hurt... I can't get up."

Feng Churui turned around again, looked at her with great brilliance, and Wu Xuewei stretched out her arms pitifully at him, "Uncle Feng hugged me, I can't leave."

A trace of helplessness flashed across Feng Churui's elegant face, and he sighed lowly, came forward to pick her up horizontally, and walked out of the private room.

Wu Xuewei consciously wrapped her arms around his neck, nestled in his arms, and laughed secretly.

This ankle is worth it!

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Chapter completed!