Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

She kept her head down and didn't speak.

There are more and more obstacles between her and Ming Ansheng. No matter what he says or do, they can't be together, right?

Uncle Ming's grandfather killed her grandma with one hand, and the third brother and third sister must also hate him for getting into the bone.

In fact, they certainly don't want her to be with Uncle Ming. Although they have a good relationship with Uncle Ming, but she married into their family, got along with their family, and called his grandpa and grandpa.

They treat her so well!

"The child is four years old, and has never had a father. A sound family is very important for the growth of the child." Ming Zhongsheng looked at Su Shi, his eyes were sly.

He knows Su Shi ’s birth, knows Su Shi ’s growing environment, and her parents love her, which is probably what she most desires and yearns for most.

Sure enough, Su Shi's pain for many years.

Yes, every child longs for the love of parents, every child wants to be surrounded by sunlight and live in a bright world.

She bit her lip, tears dripping on the back of her hand, "I never thought I would be your step-grandchild to your great grandson."

Said she got up and ran up the escalator.

She was holding the escalator belt with one hand, wiping her tears with one hand, and the tears were flowing like a stream.

You can't wipe it no matter how you wipe it.

With so many obstacles between them, it will never be together.

Su Shi ran out, only to find that he didn't have a dime, so he called on wearing slippers and walking on the road.

Like a lone soul that has nowhere to rest in this quiet night.

...

In an upscale bath in a Kyoto city, several men took a bath and shirtlessly played mahjong in a chess room.

The small space was filled with smoke, every man was holding a cigarette on his mouth, and behind him was a beautiful woman dressed sexy.

The scene was indescribable in silver and silver.

"I'm hushed." The middle-aged man in his thirties was confused, and couldn't stop smiling.

The other three took a look at his card and were envious of his luck.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man's cell phone on the corner of the table rang, and the woman behind took a look, then helped him pick it up, answer it, put it in his ear, "Hey."

The man ‘Hey’ with a cigarette, and the soot dropped from his mouth, spilling his hand.

What the other person said, his eyes narrowed, and a dangerous light passed through the bottom of his eyes. "Where?"

He pushed away the mahjong in front of him, got up, held his cell phone, and walked outside while talking.

Ignore the shouts of several other players.

"Lei Yong, where are you going?"

"Follow me, I'll be right there." Lei Yong walked to the door and ended the call. Then he returned to the room and smiled wryly at the other people.

Then he picked up the clothes on the back of the chair, threw them over his shoulders, and turned around.

Ignore the ridicule of the few players behind him.

...

The Fullerton Hotel Kyoto.

At more than two in the morning, the splendid lobby was silent.

A middle-aged man in a black trench coat entered the lobby and pulled down his brim, hurriedly walking towards the elevator.

Enter the elevator, slap the floor, the speed elevator, you will be in thirty blink of an eye.

The elevator door opened, he went out, and a waiter greeted with a smile, "Sir."

Walking to the middle-aged man, he reached out and handed him a house card.

The middle-aged man took the room card, didn't stop, and went in one direction with a goal.