Chapter 1057: Belong to Wang Fei's Ideals
Compared with others, Wang Fei does have a very scarce freedom and trust.
If there are many people Wang Fei can trust in this world, then in fact, in Wang Fei's heart, the most trustworthy person is always Carl.
"I know Carl is important to you."
Fujikawa Sakurami exhaled and said helplessly, "I'm too late." β
"It's not sooner or later, Carl she's different from the average person."
"It's really amazing."
Fujikawa Sakura seemed to sigh a little, but then she shook her head and said: "Don't talk about it, let's talk about business, I found that the big star's recent health doesn't seem to be particularly good." β
When Wang Fei heard this, his footsteps immediately stopped, and he asked, "What's wrong with her body?" β
"I asked, but she didn't tell me, and I wasn't particularly clear about the specifics."
Fujikawa Sakurami thought for a while and said, "I sweat occasionally, and I don't feel solid when I sleep at night, and when my brows are furrowed, it should be quite painful." β
"Sick?"
"No, because I offered to take her to the hospital, but she seemed very resistant and wouldn't tell me anything."
Fujikawa Sakura told Wang Fei what she knew.
When he really talked about this, Wang Fei's expression was not the same as usual.
His face was a little solemn, and after waiting for a long time, he said, "I thought she shouldn't have retired so quickly. β
"What do you mean?"
"Her ideal has always been to hope that there can be no war in this world, and she has personally been to many battlefields for this goal, but now she has suddenly retired, I think it has something to do with other things."
Wang Fei saw a flower garden next to him, blew it clean and sat down there, and said, "I'll ask her directly?" β
"I'm sure you've tried it, but I don't think it's good."
Fujikawa Sakura didn't think about it, she had lived with Murong Wan for so long, and she knew this person better.
Wang Fei lowered his head and pondered, and after a long time, he said, "Then what do you say is going on?" β
"I don't think the person you should be asking is me."
"Carl won't tell me."
"Then I can't help it, if I don't even say it, naturally no one will tell me."
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Wang Fei was a little depressed, and he suddenly felt that he had more troubles than he imagined.
The two stayed here for a long time, and finally didn't come up with a clue, so they could only leave here first and go back home.
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At this time, Lin Yuhan had already arrived at the company, and after taking Zhang Xuerou out with him, it was just right for everyone to have a meal together.
I haven't seen each other for so many days, Zhang Xuerou has not changed, but it seems that her relationship with Zhao Xiaoqing has improved a lot, after all, when Lin Yuhan is away, Zhao Xiaoqing can help cook some food.
After so many people had gathered, it was finally past eight o'clock in the evening.
After Lin Yuhan took out the things he brought from the island country, he finally entered the bathroom tiredly.
There were only two people left in the hall outside, Wang Fei and Zhang Xuerou, and at this time, Wang Fei didn't know what to say.
"Xiaoqing, why did she go back so early?"
Wang Fei picked up an apple and ate it, and asked casually.
"Her parents are at home, and they are busy with work these two days."
When Zhang Xuerou spoke, her eyes kept staring at Wang Fei.
There was a sharp flash in his cold eyes, and he finally asked, "Have you seen Liang Yongfu?" β
"See."
"Would he like to help you?"
"Yes."
"You ......"
Zhang Xuerou's words were a little choked, and after a while, she softened a lot, and asked, "Are you really going to do it at this time?" β
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Wang Fei was a little surprised, raised his head and looked at Zhang Xuerou, not understanding how she could guess so many things.
Zhang Xuerou's eyes lowered, and she said coldly: "You really take me for a fool?" If you really want to do something about the building, it won't go so well. Xiang Bo has been coming to his house a lot lately. β
"Wife, you're not the same today as usual."
"Hmmm......"
Zhang Xuerou answered softly, didn't say anything more to Wang Fei, but walked towards her room.
Wang Fei looked at Zhang Xuerou's back, and suddenly felt that Zhang Xuerou was not the same as before.
It may be that the storm is coming, and no one is easy at this time, not even Zhang Xuerou.
After Lin Yuhan took a bath, he received a call from Fujikawa Sakurami.
She hung up the phone and said goodbye to Zhang Xuerou, and ran outside, probably looking for someone to fight.
Wang Fei had no choice, he finished taking a shower again, and could only pour his body with cold water that had just begun spring at this time, he wanted to calm himself down.
It's just that the more this cold water is poured down, the more Wang Fei's heart is always a little unhappy.
Wearing a bathrobe, Wang Fei walked out of the door while wiping his hair, preparing to go to the refrigerator to find a bottle of water, and found that Zhang Xuerou happened to be making tea for herself at this time.
"The eldest lady hasn't come back yet?"
Wang Fei's tone was not as calm as before.
Zhang Xuerou put down the water glass, looked at Wang Fei carefully with her eyes, and was silent for a while before she said, "She estimates that she will stay at Yingmeina at night." β
"Hmmm......"
Wang Fei sighed, took a bottle of water in the refrigerator, and was about to leave, Zhang Xuerou suddenly stopped him, with seriousness in her eyes, and said, "Wang Fei, give up, okay?" β
"What do you mean?"
Wang Fei turned his head suspiciously.
"Actually, it's good to give things to the dragon group, these people are very professional, even if they are abroad, there must be other ways, we ...... Isn't it good for us to live in peace like this? β
Zhang Xuerou's words are full of longing for peace.
It's just that this deep tone made Wang Fei understand that in fact, Zhang Xuerou herself was entangled and worried at this time.
Wang Fei pulled a chair, sat down with his head down, and did not speak.
After being silent for a long time, he finally spoke: "Wife, do you have any ideals?" β
"Ideal?"
"Well, I may be a little naΓ―ve, and at this age, I still seem to be talking about some ideals."
Wang Fei's tone was a little self-deprecating.
After a pause, he slowly raised his head, his eyes were as deep as the starry sky, and said: "There is a future world in my heart, in that world, I believe that everyone is happy, but the road before that is full of thorns. β
"You don't have to be the one who overcomes the odds."
"I know what you mean, but there are some things that have to be done."
Wang Fei stood up, took a deep breath and said with great firmness: "I must overcome all obstacles, because no matter at any time, there will be a residual ideal in my heart, an ideal that belongs to me." β