High-priced new wife: mistakenly committed dangerous love madness

Looking at the closed ward door, Wu Xuewei smiled bitterly with her lips bent.

Memory is a terrible prison.

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Unable to stand the smell of disinfectant in the hospital, Wu Xuewei insisted on leaving 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, staring out of the window in a daze, with her hands folded around her chest, as if she refused to be thousands of miles away.

Feng Churui folded his legs, the document was placed on his lap, and he was opening it seriously.

Inside the carriage, soothing light music floated faintly.

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

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

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

Feng Churui reminded lightly: "Get along well."

This sentence is an invisible threat!

Wu Xuewei collected her thoughts, let out a deep breath, turned her head, smirked with a smirk, and said, "Uncle Feng, I'm fine."

"Hmm. Be good." Feng Churui touched her reddish forehead, smiled lightly and looked down at 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 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. Knowing that she was mentally unbalanced and deliberately trying to torment him, she still willingly agreed, "Okay, I'll make it for you. What do you want to eat?"

"Whatever." Wu Xuewei didn't bother to talk anymore after her trick succeeded.

Anyway, she just wanted to torment him, torment him, 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 materials for making dumplings.

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

A hint of apology flashed across Feng Churui's eyes, he patted her shoulder lightly with one hand, and comforted 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. Standing in the living room, she asked coldly, "Where is my room?"

"Come on, I'll take you there."

As soon as Feng Churui finished speaking, she was impatiently rejected: "No need! Let auntie take me there."

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

Auntie took her into the tidied up master bedroom, which was warmly decorated in pink. Wu Xuewei looked at the unfamiliar bedroom and dared not combine this bedroom with the bedroom of that night.

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

Wu Xuewei sneered, who knows!

"Miss Xuewei, this bedroom was specially decorated by the mayor two days ago. At that time, I wondered why I had to redecorate it when I asked about it. I let you live in it, and it was specially decorated according to your preferences." Seeing her standing still, the aunt said what she knew in a talkative manner.

"Really..." Wu Xuewei replied lightly to what her aunt said, without showing much joy or liking.