Anyway, I would say that I am busy with business, so I can’t get rid of myself.

He doesn't plan to tell his family about Wu Xuewei for the time being, and he will talk about it after she graduates. However, in the days before she graduated, he had a headache when he thought of dealing with the blind date arranged by his mother.

Seeing two children getting married and having children, he didn't feel particularly envious, but his father and mother weren't sure.

Without Wu Yuqing, it would be like without shields. Feng Churui is already having a headache now.

No one knows his son, but his father. Feng Jianguo saw through his thoughts at a glance and cut off his retreat: "No need to take time. I've seen your itinerary. Next Sunday, you have a whole day and book a Saturday night flight ticket."

"I understand." Sure enough, ginger is still spicy.

I saw Feng Jianguo off and returned to the office. As soon as I sat down, I received a text message from Wu Xuewei:

"Uncle Feng, I'm boarding the plane."

He couldn't help but chuckle and replied: Wait for your call.

Wu Xuewei sent a kissing expression.

Putting down his cell phone, he began to bury his head in the pile of official documents.

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After receiving a call from Wu Xuewei, it was already past midnight. After learning that her friends were going to the airport to pick her up, Feng Churui felt relieved.

It seemed that considering the time difference, Wu Xuewei said a few words, afraid of disturbing his rest, so she hung up the phone.

Feng Churui looked at the hanging-up phone and felt a little lost.

In the bedroom, the crystal lamp was still on. He leaned against the head of the bed, was flipping through the magazine in his hand, and was waiting for her phone number. Unexpectedly, the phone was called to death, but he had only a few words.

Why is my heart feeling a little empty?

Everything in the bedroom was based on her preferences. The girl had a strong sense of breath, which was not in line with his elegant and calm temperament.

Although his bedroom once belonged to her, the habit of sleeping in the bedroom with her for more than a month has not changed until she returned to the United States.

Feng Churui put the magazine on the bed cabinet, turned off the lights, pillowed with a soft pillow, and comforted himself. In fact, it was good to sleep alone in her bedroom, and she still had her breath here.

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After a week, it was the weekend again.

Due to his father's order, Feng Churui asked Secretary Wu to book a flight on Saturday night and return to the imperial capital overnight.

The Feng family guards came to pick them up and returned home. Without exception, their father and mother were not at home. Both of them were leaders and they had to deal with various official documents every day. It is not an exaggeration to describe them as a daily routine.

Knowing the news that he was coming back, the housekeeper led the domestic servants to wait in the yard. Feng Churui got off the car and was welcomed into the room by the housekeeper. He asked about his well-being. Finally, he was pulled to the restaurant and brought the soup that Mrs. Feng told him to the person in the morning.

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"Thank you for your hard work, butler. No need to be busy. I'm back after dinner. Just drink the soup and don't have to serve the food." Feng Churui drank the soup and said lightly.

"Okay, the food is warm. Master, you can eat at any time if you are hungry. You are tired all the way, so I'll ask someone to put you bath water." The butler went busy again.

Feng Churui shook his head and laughed, and let him go.

After drinking the soup, he went back to the bedroom to take a shower. Although he only came back during the Spring Festival all year round, his bedroom was cleaned every day, and the decorations were just like when he left.
Chapter completed!