Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Chapter 1720 Xiao Mei Goes Missing

Xiao Mei listened to the security guard's words and hurriedly ran out of the elevator.

The lobby was empty, with only a few security guards patrolling.

The revolving door was still slowly turning, bringing in a cool breeze.

There was no one at the entrance.

That figure from just now should have left long ago.

She loosened her grip on the bag strap.

Perhaps I misread it.

Why would that person come here? Perhaps they are a family person.

Xiao Mei stood on the steps and looked around.

The streetlights stretched her shadow long.

Only a few taxis sped by, kicking up fallen leaves.

Since you're not here, let's go back.

We also need to prepare the design drafts for the competition.

This is a rare opportunity. If Lu Feng comes in first place, he'll definitely be promoted directly, and maybe even...

She didn't want to lose.

the next day.

The weekend sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a dappled pattern on the floor.

Nan Weiwei turned over and was woken up by the light.

I reached out and touched my phone.

Half past ten.

She sat up and ran her fingers through her hair.

The white paper on the easel was still empty.

Several pencils lay scattered on the ground, as if mocking her helplessness.

The theme of this design competition was too obscure; she spent a whole day trying to come up with a sketch but couldn't even manage to draw one.

irritable.

She kicked aside the crumpled paper at her feet and walked barefoot into the bathroom.

The woman in the mirror had dark circles under her eyes.

Squeeze out toothpaste and brush your teeth.

The foam burst between the teeth.

Nan Wei spat out the foam and splashed cold water on her face.

Xiaomei's face suddenly flashed into my mind. Didn't she say yesterday that she was going to look for inspiration?

Although Xiaomei is a newcomer, I have seen her designs and she does have some talent in color matching.

In the last project, if Xiaomei hadn't casually mentioned the color clash, Nanwei's proposal would have been rejected long ago.

Since we're friends, it's normal to exchange progress updates, right?

Nan Weiwei dried her face with a towel.

Pat the skincare product onto your face; it makes a crisp sound.

If you're from the same company, whoever wins the award is bringing honor to the company.

Everyone will be happy as long as one person steps forward.

Who that person is is not important.

The important thing is that the final result must be beautiful.

Since I have no ideas myself, I might as well take a look at Xiaomei's.

We should learn from each other's strengths and make up for each other's weaknesses.

This is called resource integration.

Nan Weiwei chose a beige dress, which made her look gentle and harmless.

She then applied a layer of light pink lip gloss while looking in the mirror.

She pursed her lips.

perfect.

She picked up her phone and dialed Xiaomei's number.

"Beep-beep-"

The receiver emitted a monotonous waiting tone.

No one answered.

Nan Weiwei put her phone away and glanced at the screen.

The number is correct.

Hit again.

Still no one answered.

What's going on?

Nan Weiwei tossed her phone onto the bed, where it bounced once on the soft bedding.

She walked to the window and crossed her arms.

The cars downstairs moved like ants.

Did Xiaomei not bring her phone, or was she deliberately not answering?

Did she already finish drawing it and was afraid to see it herself?

That's impossible. Who is Xiaomei? They've been through thick and thin together. How could she think of her like that?

Nan Weiwei turned around and picked up her phone again.

Undeterred, I dialed again.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable..."

The mechanical female voice repeated itself coldly.

Nan Weiwei hung up immediately.

Forget it.

If you don't want to answer, then don't answer.

Inspiration isn't something you can have all the time.

She glanced at the calendar not far away.

Xu Xiaoxiao is still lying in the hospital.

It is said that Xiaoxiao received awards when she was in school.

Even if I quit this industry now, the things in my mind are still there. Didn't she say a lot to me that day?

If only we could get some of her thoughts on this topic out of her...

Even just a word or two of guidance might be enough to break the deadlock.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Nan Weiwei hooked the car keys on the table.

She picked up her bag, put on her high heels, and went out.

Her exquisite makeup was reflected in the elevator mirror.

She straightened her bangs in front of the mirror.

What does Xiaoxiao like to eat? Oh, she's pregnant, so she doesn't really like anything.

At the hospital entrance.

The fruit stand owner is calling out to customers.

Nan Weiwei stopped in her tracks.

I picked out a fruit basket.

All the fruits are imported and beautifully packaged. I wonder if Xiaoxiao will like them.

She carried the fruit basket into the inpatient building.

The smell of disinfectant hits you right in the face.

It has a pungent smell.

Nan Weiwei walked quickly towards the elevator. The elevator was crowded.

Some people were pushing wheelchairs, and others were carrying lunchboxes.

A mixture of various flavors.

She could only laugh pitifully. She had to face these things every day, but fortunately, Fu Yanchen cared about her and booked an entire floor for her.

"Ding."

We've reached the floor.

She walked out quickly, her high heels clicking on the marble floor.

The nurses at the nurses' station are writing records with their heads down.

Hearing the voice, she looked up and realized she already knew Nan Weiwei.

"Oh, Miss Nan, you've arrived."

Nan Wei smiled slightly.

"Hmm, have you had breakfast?"

The nurse nodded and pointed to the recreation room at the end of the corridor. "Mrs. Fu is playing over there."

"Thank you."

Nan Weiwei turned and walked inside.

The corridor is very long.

Both ward doors were closed, and there was no one inside.

Nan Weiwei walked to the door of the entertainment room.

Switch the fruit basket to your left hand.

He raised his right hand and knocked on the door.

Xu Xiaoxiao opened the door, saw Nan Weiwei, and smiled happily. The two went back to the ward.

The two returned to the ward, and Nan Weiwei pushed open the door.

The ward was dimly lit.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut.

A faint smell of medicine filled the air.

"Xiaoxiao, why does it smell so strongly of medicine? What's wrong?"

Nan Weiwei went in and gently placed the fruit basket on the bedside table.

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just Chinese medicine for foot baths," Xu Xiaoxiao said.

Nan breathed a slight sigh of relief.

There was a thermos on the cabinet.

"Fu Yanchen is here."

Xu Xiaoxiao nodded. "Mm."

Nan Weiwei pulled out a chair and sat down.

The chair legs squeaked softly as they scraped against the ground.

Why are you here?

"I'm worried about you. What if Fu Yanchen mistreats you?"

Nan Weiwei picked up the kettle on the table, poured a glass of water, and handed it over.

"Xiao Mei isn't answering her phone, and I don't know why. She's been acting all mysterious lately," Nan Weiwei said.

Xu Xiaoxiao suddenly remembered Fu Yanchen's words: Xiaomei is a thoughtful person, and now that it's right before the competition, what if...?