Song Weiwei's smile froze, and she looked at Feng Churui for help, who replied with a reassuring look.

Feng Churui pulled her down on the sofa, then poured a cup of tea for Mr. Yang and delivered it to him, "Old Yang, as the mayor of S City, I naturally have to make some contributions to this city. Yours

In an exclusive interview, no TV station in the country can win, so I want S City TV station to stand out."

"Hmph, why didn't I know you kid will walk through the back door?" Old Yang snorted, took the tea and took a sip.

Feng Churui laughed softly, "It's not too late to know now."

Hearing this, Old Yang looked at Song Weiwei again, looked her carefully with a sharp look in his eyes, and then he laughed at him: "Arui, I remember correctly that you canceled the engagement last year, right? Why, this

Is the little reporter I brought this time not just a reporter?"

"Old Yang." Feng Churui was a little frustrated, but did not deny it, "Just say when will you take time to interview."

"Oh, I'm so anxious!" Old Yang smiled so narrowly.

Wu Xuewei listened quietly on the side, her eyes dissipated. She didn't breathe a sigh of relief as if she was relieved, "You guys talk, I'll answer the phone."

After saying that, he quickly walked into the yard.

The phone call was from Qiao Lun, and she asked her when she would leave for the United States, and they were all ready!

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

She walked back after she had calmed down.

In the living room, three people were playing Go.

"Arui, where should we go?" Song Weiwei held a black spot in her hand, bit her finger, and asked the man beside her in distress.

"Go here." Feng Churui sat next to her, took the black piece in her hand and fell on the chessboard.

Old Yang was drinking tea leisurely, watching the interaction between the two, smiling ambiguously, and his expression seemed to be saying, "I don't admit that your relationship is not simple, I can see it all, old man."

Wu Xuewei walked over, sat down on the sofa, asked the guard to bring her a newspaper for today, and started reading it quietly.

"Girl Xuewei, have you finished the phone call?" Old Yang waved to her, "Come on, play chess with your Uncle Feng."

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

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

Wu Xuewei wrinkled her nose and was unhappy: "How can I be so old-fashioned? Grandpa Yang, I am mature, mature!"

"Hahaha, it's still so cute! Hahaha..."

Wu Xuewei pouted and ignored him.

"You play for a while." Feng Churui put the black piece in his hand back into the chess box, got up and walked to Wu Xuewei to sit down.

Song Weiwei looked at him leaving in disappointment and said, "...Okay."

As soon as he arrived, Wu Xuewei's body began to stiffen and she was completely unnatural.

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

"Um."

"Well, is it good-looking or not." He deliberately made things difficult for him.

Wu Xuewei sighed, "It looks good."

"Oh, is that right? Tell me, what big thing happened?" He seemed very interested.

Wu Xuewei raised her head and said to the guard: "Get another newspaper for Uncle Feng."
Chapter completed!