If Wu Yuqing became Feng Churui's wife, she would definitely be Yike Yishi.

And what about her?

She hasn't finished college yet, let alone work, even her basic social interactions are much inferior to Wu Yuqing, who is very good at everything.

The only thing she can cook now is to learn how to cook so that he can eat the hot dishes and hot rice she cooked with her hands when he comes home from get off work.

Wu Xuewei sat in the restaurant for a long time. The food on the table was already cold, and Feng Churui didn't move much at all.

It’s not that she is ungrateful, she understands that he feels sorry for her, but she feels that she must do something for him to calm down and then hypnotize herself. Look, Feng Churui also needs you, and he can’t live without you.

Feng Churui was dealing with official business in the study, and delayed for three days. Many official documents were piled up, so he had to work overtime to give instructions.

When he realized it was very late, he ordered a stack of documents as high as a hill, rubbed his dry eyes, and left the study and went to the bedroom inertia.

There was no Wu Xuewei in the bedroom, so he went to the living room again. Seeing that the lights in the dining room were still on, his eyebrows flicked and he strode in.

Wu Xuewei was lying on the dining table, with her eyes open and she didn't know what she was thinking. The food on the table was still in place and didn't move. She just lay there, motionless and rarely blinked.

Feng Churui pulled her up and his voice was slightly annoyed: "Wu Xuewei!"

Wu Xuewei rubbed her dry eyes and said in a low voice: "Come!"

"Explain me what's going on with you forever!"

"Are you mad me?" Wu Xuewei raised her eyes and her eyes quickly turned red. She felt aggrieved in her heart and hated her incompetence. Now that she heard his tone increase, her fragile mental defense almost broke the dam.

Feng Churui didn't want to say more, and he was already fierce, and he could still take it back.

He led her back to the bedroom with big strides. Others had high legs and long steps, and they took big steps. Wu Xuewei could only keep up with her while jogging. She also held her breath and refused to speak and let him slow down.

Feng Churui was angry and had no time to care about her feelings. He dragged her into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed, "Sleep."

After leaving two words, he turned around and turned off the lights.

The room was dark, Wu Xuewei opened her eyes in the darkness and looked at the direction of the bedroom door. After a while, she quickly got up, turned on the light and rushed out.

Chasing him in the corridor and hugging him tightly from behind.

Feng Churui was hugged like a small rocket launcher. His tall body staggered for two steps before he stabilized. He looked down at her tightly entangled hands. He had a headache and helplessness, "What is this for?"

"Don't be angry, can't I listen to you?" Wu Xuewei lay on his broad back, his voice dull and depressed.

Feng Churui didn't say anything.

Wu Xuewei became even more nervous, hugging his arms tightened and tightened, "Uncle Feng, don't be angry, okay? I was wrong... Isn't it okay to listen to you in the future? You used to love me the most, and I know it's the same now, right Uncle Feng?"

Feng Churui's voice was a little heavy: "Change a different title."

Wu Xuewei burst out laughing, then detoured in front of him, looking at him with a smile: "Feng Churui? A Rui?"

"It's up to you." Feng Churui chuckled and pinched her delicate chin.
Chapter completed!