Chapter 1132: Passionate Love 【35】

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Song Weiwei smiled stiffly on her face, and she looked to Feng Churui for help, who gave her a reassuring look.
I saw Feng Churui took her to sit on the sofa, then pour a cup of tea for Lao Yang, and delivered it to him, "Lao Yang, as the S chief of S City, I naturally have to contribute to this city. Your In an exclusive interview, no TV station in the country can win, so I want to make S City TV stand out."
"Huh, why didn't I know your kid would walk through the back door?" Yang Lao snorted and took a sip of tea.
Feng Churui chuckled, "It's not too late to know."
It is said that old Lao Yang looked at Song Weiwei again, with her sharp and sharp eyes carefully scrutinizing her, before making fun of the opening: "A Rui, I remember you canceled the engagement last year, right? Why, this Isn’t it the simple reporter that brought me this time?"
"Old Yang." Feng Churui was somewhat frustrated, but he did not deny it. "You will say when you want to take the time to interview."
"Yeah, I'm so anxious!" Lao Yang smiled well.
Wu Xuewei listened quietly to the side, her eyes blurred, until the phone rang, she relieved her secret relief, "You talk, I'll answer the phone."
After talking, walk quickly to the yard.
Jolen was on the phone and asked when she was leaving for the United States, they were all ready!
The air inside was so choking that she was suffocating, chatting with Jolen for a long time, hanging up the phone, and she was alone in the yard for a long time.
Packing up her mood, she went back.
In the living room, three people are playing Go.
"Arui, where should I go?" Song Weiwei clinging to a black man in his hand, biting his finger, asked the man around him in distress.
"Go here." Feng Churui sat beside her, taking the black spot in her hand and falling on the chessboard.
Old Lao Yang was drinking tea, watching the interaction between the two, and smiling with a smile on his face. The expression seemed to say, ‘I still don’t recognize that your relationship is not simple, I can see the old man’!
Wu Xuewei walked over, sat down on the sofa, and asked the guards to take a copy of today's newspaper and read it quietly.
"Xuewei girl, the phone call is finished?" Yang Lao waved at her, "Come and come, play with your Uncle Feng."
Wu Xuewei raised her head from the newspaper and refused with a smile: "No need Grandpa Yang, you play, I read the newspaper for a while."
Yang Lao smashed her mouth, "Why are you so old-fashioned at your young age?"
Wu Xuewei wrinkled his nose and was not happy: "How can there be old-fashioned autumn? Grandpa Yang, I am mature and mature!"
"Hahaha, still cute! Hahaha..."
Wu Xuewei grunted and ignored him.
"You play for a while." Feng Churu put the black stones in his hand back into the chess box, got up and walked to Wu Xuewei to sit down.
Song Weiwei watched him leave with a loss, Na Na said: "... good."
As soon as he came, Wu Xuewei's body stiffened involuntarily, and the whole person became unnatural.
"Is the newspaper beautiful?" He poured a cup of tea and sipped.
"Ok."
"Well, it's good-looking or not good-looking." He deliberately made things difficult.
Wu Xuewei sighed, "It looks good."
"Oh, is it? Tell me, what happened?" He seemed very interested.
Wu Xuewei looked up and rushed to the J guard: "Bring Uncle Feng to another newspaper."
For a moment, Guard J brought the same newspaper, "Master Feng, your newspaper is here."