Chapter 647： All this stopped abruptly seven years ago

After hearing this, Chen Chuan paid more attention to two sentences, "Then you must close the window and lock the door at night, so don't be surprised."

Wei Xuelai smiled and nodded, "OK."

Wen Zhu doesn't care if Wei Xuelai sleepwalks, in fact, he lives well alone.

With Wei Xuelai, she is not counting on repairing the relationship between the two.

At the beginning, there was a speculation in Wen Zhu's heart that Wei Xuelai had a good opinion of Xiang Jichen.

When several people ate together in the evening, she confirmed what she thought.

Since the waiter finished the meal, Wei Xuelai has been talking to Xiang Jichen from time to time.

But from the beginning, the man's expression was very indifferent. Occasionally, he said something to answer her.

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

The man opened the door, and he was still wearing a day suit.

He glanced at Wen Zhu when he went out, and immediately fell on Wei Xuelai's body. "President, this is the soup that I just boiled for you downstairs. If you work late, you will be very hungry."

"I don't like to eat at night."

A word rejected her.

Wei Xuelai's face did not show her lost expression, she said, "Well then, if you are hungry in the future, you can tell me."

Closed the door to Ji Chen.

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

When she saw Wen Zhu across from her, she chuckled in her heart, and she was wary: "When did you come out?"

Wen Zhu: "Just now."

"So what did you see?"

As we all know, Xiang Jichen has a good fiancee at home. If someone knew that she knocked on the president's door at night, she would be gossiped.

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

Wei Xuelai was relieved, holding the soup in his hand, and left to return to his room.

Wen Zhu locked the door and left the hotel.

It was more than eight o'clock now, and there were people on the street. She put her hands in her trench coat and walked aimlessly.

After walking for ten minutes, he unknowingly walked to Yancheng No.1 Middle School.

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

So, they are very close.

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 The original iron gate had long been replaced by a remote-controlled gate.

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

Jingle bells, after school.

A group of day students rushed out of the school gate, several girls walked together, and a few couples walked on their shoulders.

Wen Zhu suddenly missed her high school time.

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

At that time, she was undoubtedly happy.

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

Wen Zhu looked at the shop that was full of business across the school for seven years and was still open.

She crossed the road and went across.

After entering the shop, a teacher who was cleaning the table, Xiao Xiaoyu asked, "Hello, what can you eat?"

"I want a bowl of ravioli."

"okay."

Wen Zhu casually found a place to sit down, she looked at the surrounding environment.

The display is the same as before, except that the wall is whiter and the environment is cleaner than before.

She was so embarrassed to see boys and girls in school uniforms that you feed me and I feed you to eat such bright and graceful love.

Laughing with a lip, it is still good in school days.

At this moment, a familiar male voice came to his ears: "Boss, come with a bowl of ravioli."