Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

I didn't even think about it, shook his head and said, "No, my husband will be here soon."

The tone of the refusal was stiff, and she felt that if she went on like this, she wouldn't even give Teacher Zhao's face.

"Zhao Zheng, long time no see."

A murky voice came from the entrance to this row.

Wen Sheng, Xu Xu, Ming An Sheng, and Zhao Zheng looked at the same time.

The man was standing tall, with his hands in his straight trouser pockets, the precious watch on his wrist, and all over his body, without showing his nobleness and his unique cowardice.

Xu Xu was relieved, almost invisible.

Fortunately, he was here. Zhao Zheng should go now, without her turning her face.

For a person like Zhao Zheng, she thinks that there are only two ways to deal with it, one is to treat him as air, the other is to speak plainly, and it must be ugly.

When Zhao Zheng saw Yan Rusheng, there was a clear flash of loss on his face. He looked at him and asked, "Are you Yan Rusheng also watching the game?"

"No no no." Yan Rusheng shook his head and smiled. "I know you're going to dinner for dinner and come here for dinner."

His faint tone, faint smile, glanced in the eyes of others.

But in lifelike eyes, it is black bones, black to the essence.

For dinner, the last meal ate 120,000 people, which is equivalent to Zhao Zheng A's salary of nine to ten months.

Hearing that Zhao Zheng's face changed immediately, and it was uglier than pig liver, and hate was revealed in his eyes.

He was so miserable at the last meal, and today he even intentionally reminded him.

This guy is really exactly the same as before, no one in his eyes.

"I just want to invite Xu Xu and Ming Ansheng to dinner."

Zhao Zheng coldly replied as if he were alive, starting with no emotion at all.

Xu Xu and Ming Ansheng, who were sitting aside, were both surprised, and both lamented that Zhao Zheng was brave and mindless.

The smile on Yan Rusheng's face did not change. He walked to Zhao Zheng's side, turned, and leaned lazily on the front fence.

He looked at Zhao Zheng, twisted his eyebrows and pretended to be injured. "It's all old classmates, are you so crowded out with me, is it interesting?"

Before Zhao Zheng began to speak, he continued, "Don't you just chase Xuanxu then, but now Xuanxu is my wife, did you exclude me?"

This sentence can be regarded as a hit in Zhao Zheng's heart.

Zhao Zheng's face became as ugly as he expected, and it became even more ugly. He was about to say something, and Yan Rusheng suddenly said: "The love letter you gave to Vivid in the past, Vivian asked me to read to her, and she laughed after reading It ’s dead, saying that your writing is too bad. It ’s nothing like Mr. Zhao ’s son. ”

The satire of Chi Guoguo directly made Zhao Zheng blush to his neck and turned his whole body red.

Zhao Zheng glared at his words, gritted his teeth, "You ..."

However, just after saying a word, Yan Rusheng spoke again and snatched away the voice, "Zhao Zheng, people sometimes have to set themselves up. You are just an ordinary teacher of A University. This is a guest. Xi, we are sponsors and invited to sit in this position, don't you know? "

The speech paused, and he turned the front again. "In fact, we are all classmates. If you want to sit in this row, I can talk to the school, but ..."

Yan Rusheng deliberately stretched his tone. For a moment, the ironic smile on his face disappeared and he became indifferent.

He continued: "That's my position, you shouldn't sit around."