Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

I thought that the words had just disappeared like this, but when he wanted to be silent for a while, he thought about it again, and turned to look at Xu Xu, "Wen Xu Xu, you are so proud, I am yours."

This time he seemed to be able to raise his voice and cause an echo.

Then he suddenly slowed down again.

Violently ignored him.

He nodded again, "Yes, I am yours, my whole body, all over my body, every hair is yours."

"Insignificant, awkward." Xuxu said, and he stretched out his hand and patted Yan Rusheng's butt, "driving."

Yan Rusheng not only didn't hurt, but instead exclaimed to lifelikeness: "Wife, you are so anxious to ride me ... It seems that you were addicted while I was drunk that night."

Lifelike: "..."

He wanted to humiliate him, but he did not expect to be distorted by his success again.

She thought, he'd better shut up.

But why did he walk so slowly?

Isn't he like him like this feeling?

Eventually, they found their car and let it go.

Xu Xuan looked down to find the car key in the bag.

Suddenly, Yan Rusheng reached out and hugged her, clutching her waist with one hand, clasping her back with one hand, and lowering her head to kiss her lips.

She was caught off guard, staring at his enlarged handsome face with wide eyes, staring at it in puzzlement.

Until they were out of breath, Yan Rusheng let go, and asked him frowningly, "What are you doing?"

She always felt that something was wrong with her, just now suddenly.

"Xiu En loves dog abuse!" Master Yan flirted Xu Xu with a proud white eye, and then seized the car key from Xu Xu's hand and unlocked the car.

Open the door and get in.

"Dog abuse?" Xu Xu was confused, and in a blink of an eye, Yan Rusheng was already on the car.

She quickly trot around to the front passenger seat, opened the door and got into the car. She fastened her seat belt and looked at Yan Rusheng and asked, "What do you mean? What kind of dog?"

The car had already started, and Yan Rusheng held the steering wheel with both hands, and it seemed like a cold, ironic smile to hold the corner of his mouth.

Xuxu is even more puzzled. What kind of medicine does this guy sell in the gourd?

Watching the champagne-colored Bentley slowly out of sight, the man in the black Mercedes car pushed the door and got out of the car. He threw away the cigarette **** that had been drawn to the rear.

Looking deeply at the direction of the parking lot exit.

The person in love is always fast together. He is with him, although short, but also so happy.

The white shirt on his body was a bit wrinkled because he had been sitting for too long, but it did not affect his temperament and beauty in the slightest.

Leaning against the door, he put one hand in his trouser pocket, and the other hand played with a silver lighter.

"Sir, aren't you the resident in this neighborhood?"

The patrolling security guard came to Ming Ansheng and asked him politely.

"No." Ming Ansheng shook his head.

He kept staring at the lighter in his hand, without looking up at the security guard.

"Then ..." The security guard considered it before he said, "I often see your car entering our community parking lot."

He was very euphemistic, thinking that Ming Ansheng could understand what he meant.

Ming Ansheng certainly understood, but did not explain to him. He raised his eyelids and frowned coldly, "Did I not pay the parking fee?"

"No, no, no." The security guard shook his head with a smirk, and nodded abruptly before leaving.

How could he worry about the parking fee for driving such an expensive car.