919. Chapter 919 Love Thoroughly, Hurt Thoroughly【31】

Looking at the closed ward door, Wu Xuewei curved her lips and smiled, with a bitter smile.

Memories are a terrible prison.

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Unable to stand the smell of disinfectant water in the hospital, Wu Xuewei insisted on being discharged from the hospital two days later.

Feng Churui had nothing to do with her, so he asked Secretary Wu to go to the hotel to pick up her luggage, while he personally took her back to the apartment.

In the car, Wu Xuewei leaned her head against the window glass, looking out the window in a trance, with her hands folded in front of her chest, looking like she was refusing to let anyone live thousands of miles away.

Feng Churui crossed his legs, put the document on his lap, and was opening it carefully.

In the carriage, soothing light music floated lightly.

Suddenly, when passing a speed bump, Wu Xuewei's head accidentally hit the glass, causing her to hiss in pain.

"Does it hurt? Let me take a look." A hand reached out, pinched her chin, and turned her little face.

"It's okay." Wu Xuewei pulled his hand down and turned her face away.

Feng Churui reminded lightly: "Get along well."

This sentence is an invisible threat!

Wu Xuewei gathered her thoughts, exhaled a deep breath, turned her head, put on a fake smile, and said: "Uncle Feng, I'm fine."

"Yeah. Be good." Feng Churui touched her reddish forehead, chuckled and lowered his head to read the document.

Seeing him so comfortable, the more Wu Xuewei thought about it, the angrier she became, and she said angrily: "I want to eat dumplings."

Feng Churui didn't even raise his head: "Well, I'll ask Auntie to do it for you."

"I want to eat the dumplings made by Uncle Feng!" Wu Xuewei turned her head and looked at him seriously.

Feng Churui raised his head and met her eyes. He knew clearly that she was mentally unbalanced and deliberately wanted to torment him, but he still willingly agreed, "Okay, I'll make it for you. What kind of stuffing do you want to eat?"

"Whatever." The plan succeeded, and Wu Xuewei was too lazy to speak anymore.

Anyway, she just wanted to torment him, torture him, and make things difficult for him, that's all.

Feng Churui looked at her with a faint smile, then picked up the phone and asked the aunt in the apartment to prepare the ingredients for making dumplings.

Back at the apartment, Wu Xuewei stood at the door, refusing to take a step further.

Feng Churui's eyes flashed with apology, and he patted her shoulder gently with one hand, comforting her: "Xuewei, what happened last time will never happen again, don't worry."

Wu Xuewei pursed her lips and said nothing, feeling depressed. After hearing his words, she walked in and stood in the living room. She asked coldly: "Where is my room?"

"Come, I'll take you there."

As soon as Feng Churui finished speaking, she refused impatiently: "No! Let Auntie take me there."

"Okay." He turned around helplessly and went to the kitchen to ask his aunt to take her to the room.

The aunt took her into the master bedroom, which had been tidied up and decorated in a pink and warm style. Wu Xuewei looked at the unfamiliarly decorated bedroom and did not dare to overlap it with the bedroom that night.

It seems that he is also afraid that she will have psychological shadow, or will he feel guilty after seeing all that?

Wu Xuewei sneered, who knows!

"Ms. Xuewei, this bedroom was specially decorated by the mayor two days ago. At that time, I was still wondering why it was necessary to rearrange a good bedroom. After asking, I found out that it was the mayor who arranged it for the bedroom. Let you move in and decorate it according to your preferences." The aunt saw her standing still, so she deliberately told what she knew.

"Really..." Wu Xuewei replied lightly to her aunt's words, without showing too much joy or liking.