Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Su Shi responded lightly, "I see."

She put her arms on the window of the car and watched people walking on the road under the haze, wearing a mask and covering her mouth.

But her heart flew to a place she didn't even know.

Yan Rusheng said, "Let's call home every day."

"Um." Su Shi nodded slightly.

"Well." Yan Rusheng suddenly turned his head and looked at Su Shi, his voice suddenly loud.

Su Shi's thoughts were completely pulled back, and she turned to look at Yan Rusheng in confusion.

Yan Rusheng pouted the corner of her mouth and smiled slightly at her, "San Brother believes you can."

Su Shi was surprised.

She was surprised that if she would encourage her, she should be surprised that her third brother, who was cold and arrogant, would also say encouragement and comfort to others.

Suddenly, Su Shi smiled slightly.

Qiao Chen only woke up for a week. Authoritative experts from related departments in China came to consult him and unanimously recommended that he be sent to the T hospital in country M.

That is the authoritative brain hospital in the world. There are such successful cases as Qiao Chen.

After lying in the hospital for more than a month, the original sunlight was gone, and he was as thin as a paper man, as if a breeze would blow him down.

Su Shi and Qiao Chen were sitting in the back seat together, she held his hand tightly.

Fingers casually rubbed his thin, protruding bone joints, and the car drove towards the airport.

Su Shi was gradually tired, she crooked her neck and put her head lightly on Qiao Chen's shoulder.

Mother Qiao was sitting on the other side of Qiao Chen, Su Yan was sitting in the co-pilot seat, and Yan Rusheng was driving.

The car was quiet.

Today is Saturday, the viaduct was off, the road was a little blocked, and the cars stopped.

Su Shi felt uncomfortable in her heart suddenly, she covered her stomach, only feeling that there was a downturn.

At a traffic light, although Yan Rusheng started to apply the brakes early, he was very stable when he stopped.

But Su Shi's surging stomach was stimulated.

'vomit'

She covered her chest and bent over quickly.

"Su Shi, what's wrong with you?" Mother Qiao asked with concern.

Su Yan also turned his head and looked at Su Shi anxiously. "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

As he asked, he smoked two tissues and handed them to Su Shi.

Su Shi waved his hand. "It's okay, and the traffic jam is a bit slow."

With that, she reached out and took it till now, wiped her mouth, and wiped out what she had just vomited on the ground.

"Drink some saliva." Su Yan picked up the cup on the cup holder, unscrewed it, and handed it to Su Shi.

It was a lifelike cup, and Yan Rusheng glanced at him without speaking.

It was for Su Shi to drink, he could accept it.

Su Shi drank the water, took a sip, and became a little more comfortable, but the disgusting feeling never disappeared.

...

Four years later!

A seven-star garden hotel in Kyoto placed a notice board that was rented today.

On the two-kilometer-long street lamppost, there are wedding photos of President Rongsheng and his wife.

In the dressing room, the petite and delicate woman leaned on the white princess chair, mopped the sand, and had long black hair and waist scattered on the back.

The makeup artist is applying her makeup.

A slender man, wearing a black handmade suit, white shirt, and dark hair, made a little styling product.

His original handsomeness is the icing on the cake.

He put his hands in his trousers pockets, leaned elegantly on the back of the chair next to him, crooked his neck, beautiful peach eyes, and blinked at the little woman who was making up.