High-priced new wife: mistakenly committed dangerous love madness

The smile on Song Weiwei's face froze, she looked at Feng Churui begging for help, and the latter gave her a reassuring look.

I saw Feng Churui pulling her to sit down on the sofa, then poured a cup of tea for Mr. Yang, and brought it to him, "Mr. Yang, as the mayor of City S, I naturally have to make some contributions to this city. Yours No TV station in the country can win the interview, so I want the S City TV station to stand out."

"Hmph, why didn't I know you would go through the back door?" Old Yang snorted, took a sip of tea.

Feng Churui smiled lowly, "It's not too late to know now."

Hearing this, Mr. Yang looked at Song Weiwei again, looked her over carefully with sharp eyes, and then said jokingly: "A Rui, I remember correctly that you canceled your engagement last year, right? What, this Could it be that the little reporter brought here this time is not just a reporter?"

"Mr. Yang." Feng Churui was a little frustrated, but he didn't deny it, "Just tell me when you find time for an exclusive interview."

"Hehe, I'm so impatient!" Old Yang laughed so narrowly.

Wu Xuewei listened quietly from the side, her eyes were distracted, until the phone rang, she breathed a sigh of relief as if relieved, "You guys talk, I'll answer the call."

After speaking, he walked quickly to the yard.

The call was from Qiao Lun, asking her when she was leaving for the United States, but they were all ready!

The air inside was so oppressive that she was about to suffocate. After chatting with Qiao Lun for a long time, she hung up the phone, and she stayed alone in the yard for a long time.

Packing up her mood, she walked back.

In the living room, three people are playing Go.

"A Rui, where should we go this step?" Song Weiwei held a sunspot in his hand, biting his finger, and asked the man beside him in distress.

"Go here." Feng Churui sat beside her, took the sunspot in her hand and dropped it on the chessboard.

Old Yang drank his tea leisurely, watched the interaction between the two, and smiled ambiguously, his expression seemed to say, 'I still don't admit that your relationship is not simple, I can see the old man'!

Wu Xuewei walked over, sat down on the sofa, asked the guard to bring her a copy of today's newspaper, and read it quietly.

"Girl Xuewei, are you done calling?" Elder Yang waved at her, "Come, come, let's play a game of chess with your Uncle Feng."

Wu Xuewei raised her head from the newspaper, and refused with a faint smile: "No need, Grandpa Yang, you play, I'll read the newspaper for a while."

Old Yang slammed his mouth, "You little girl, why are you so old-fashioned at such a young age?"

Wu Xuewei wrinkled her nose, not happy: "How can I be old-fashioned? Grandpa Yang, I am mature, mature!"

"Hahaha, she still looks so cute! Hahaha..."

Wu Xuewei pouted and ignored him.

"You play for a while." Feng Churui put the sunspots back into the chess box, got up, walked to Wu Xuewei and sat down.

Song Weiwei watched him leave disappointedly, and said, "...OK."

As soon as he came, Wu Xuewei's body began to stiffen involuntarily, and she felt unnatural.

"Is the newspaper good?" He poured a cup of tea and drank it lightly.

"Ah."

"Well, it looks good, or it doesn't look good." He deliberately made things difficult.

Wu Xuewei sighed, "It's pretty."

"Oh, is that so? Tell me, what happened?" He seemed very interested.

Wu Xuewei raised her head and said to the guard, "Bring another newspaper to Uncle Feng."

After a while, the guard brought the same newspaper, "Master Feng, your newspaper is here."