My Wife Poke Me

When Chen Chuan heard this, he became more concerned and said, "Then you must close the windows and lock the doors at night to avoid any accidents."

Wei Xuelai smiled and nodded, "Okay."

Wen Zhu didn't care whether Wei Xuelai was sleepwalking or not. In fact, it was good to live alone.

She has no hope of repairing their relationship with Wei Xuelai.

At first, Wen Zhu had a vague suspicion that Wei Xuelai had a crush on Xiang Jichen.

When several people had dinner together in the evening, she confirmed what she was thinking.

Ever since the waiter served the food, Wei Xuelai has been chatting with Xiang Jichen from time to time.

But the man's expression was very indifferent from the beginning to the end, and he would occasionally hum, which was considered an answer to her.

In addition, Wen Zhu couldn't sleep and wanted to go out for a walk. As soon as she left the room, she saw Wei Xuelai knocking on Ji Chen's door.

The man opened the door. He was still wearing his daytime suit.

He glanced at Wen Zhu who was going out, and then his eyes fell on Wei Xuelai, "President, this is the soup I just made for you downstairs. You will be very hungry if you work so late."

"I don't like eating at night."

He rejected her with one sentence.

Wei Xuelai's face did not show a look of disappointment. She said, "Well, if you are hungry in the future, you can tell me."

He closed the door to Ji Chen.

The smile on Wei Xuelai's face disappeared instantly, and she turned around with the soup in her hand.

When she saw Wen Zhu opposite, her heart skipped a beat, and she looked wary: "When did you come out?"

Wen Zhu: "Just now."

"Then what did you see?"

As we all know, Xiang Jichen has a good fiancée. If anyone knew that she knocked on the CEO's door late at night, they would definitely be gossiped about.

Wen Zhu understood what she was referring to, "I didn't see anything."

Wei Xuelai breathed a sigh of relief, held the soup in his hand, and left back to his room.

Wen Zhu locked the door and left the hotel.

It was now past eight o'clock, and the streets were full of people. She kicked her hands into the pockets of her windbreaker and walked aimlessly alone.

After walking for ten minutes, I arrived at Yancheng No. 1 Middle School without knowing it.

Yancheng Airport is not far from Yancheng No. 1 Middle School, and they live near the airport.

So, very close.

Wen Zhu looked at the school door. The original iron door had long been replaced by a remote-controlled door.

Even the four words "Yancheng No. 1 Middle School" were very bright in the dark night.

Ding ding ding, school is over.

A group of day students rushed out of the school gate. Some girls walked together, and there were also young couples walking shoulder to shoulder.

Wen Zhu suddenly missed his high school days.

There are dad, grandpa, Zhiyan, Jingqian, and some classmates who are united and enthusiastic.

She was undoubtedly happy at that time.

But all this came to an abrupt end seven years ago.

Wen Zhu looked at the bustling wonton shop opposite the school. It was seven years old and still open.

She crossed the road and went to the other side.

When I entered the wonton shop, a senior chef who was cleaning the tables asked with a smile, "Hello, what would you like to eat?"

"I want a bowl of wontons."

"okay."

Wen Zhu randomly found a place to sit down and looked at her surroundings.

The layout is still the same as before, but the walls are whiter and the environment is cleaner than before.

She suddenly saw boys and girls in school uniforms feeding me and I feeding you wontons, showing off their affection openly.

He pursed his lips and smiled. It was better to be a student.

At this time, a familiar male voice came to my ears: "Boss, have a bowl of wontons."

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