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After hanging up the phone, Feng Churui’s face froze for a moment. His long and clean fingers played with the phone, and his eyes were so dark that no one could read his thoughts.
Song Weiwei took off her apron and tidied up her messy business suit. She placed the hot milk on the table and looked at him, who was still not coming over. “Ah Rui, I’ve made breakfast for you. Come and eat.”
Feng Churui looked up indifferently and his gaze stopped on the dining table. It was the breakfast she had made.
In fact, he was already on his way to City Z Hall at this time in the past. He just did not expect that she would remember him saying that the housekeeper was taking a few days off to cook for herself.
Early in the morning, he was preparing to rush to the airport to fly to Imperial City to handle the affairs. He did not expect song Weiwei to come.
Yes, she came with him, along with the breakfast she had bought.
