Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

"What?" Lu Huanyan gave Su Xiaoqiao a scornful glance, remembering to hate the fight with her just now, and didn't want to ignore her.

Su Xiaoqiao stretched her hand and said, "I'm public, you're the queen."

She yelled.

Lu Huanyan snorted, "You can only be a girl, otherwise I won't take you to play, hum."

Two little guys, one was four years old and the other was a little over three years old.

Xu Xu just wanted to laugh. Are these guys going to play role-playing again?

"Public."

"Yay."

"Ok."

In the end, Su Xiaoqiao was bullied by Lu Huanyan, lowered his head reluctantly and agreed to act as a maid.

The pitiful appearance distressed him vividly, but she would certainly not intervene in matters between children.

The three little guys went hand in hand to play role-playing.

Looking at Ming Ansheng's table with vivid eyes, the atmosphere was still so lively, and now the red wine was changed to white.

Several guys' faces are even redder than red paper, and a few are obviously not working.

She shouted, "Let's go."

Yan Ru nodded, "OK."

Seeing that Xu Xuan and Yan Yu were born, the drunk masters immediately started to coax, "The bride and groom are here ..."

"I ... I remember you guys haven't given us a bar."

"Just ... no ... no, I remember not."

Several guys tied each other's shoulders, crooked, if they lose each other, they will definitely fall.

"Toasting and toasting." Xu Xu smiled and nodded, turning and winking at the waiter behind them.

The waiter came over immediately.

Xuxu reached up and raised the two cups in the tray. One cup was lively, and the other was a drink. She held it by herself.

"Thank you, Master." Xu Xuke said in a word, then drank his drink from the quilt.

She can't drink, so she has been drinking until now.

Passed at other tables, but it was not easy to pass in front of this group of young masters.

"Wen Xuxu, today you are in love with Yan Sanxi, and you have to drink a bar anyway."

Frowning vividly, begging for mercy, "Masters forgive me, but I don't know I won't drink."

"It's okay, it's better to drink more, to increase the mood."

"Yan San, do you mean ..."

Pairs of eyes looked at Yan Rusheng, Yan Rusheng also drank a lot of glasses, and there was a hint of drunkenness, but his mind was sober.

He pretended to be drunk and smiled and nodded. "That's it."

Hexu heard the words, Lao Gao's frown, hands behind his back, and stiffened on the back of Yan Yansheng.

"Xu Xu, I respect you for a drink." Suddenly, the only woman on the table, Hu Xiaoxiao stood up, raised his glass to Wen Xuxu, a generous smile on his face.

The atmosphere suddenly became weird.

Xu-xu froze for a moment, and then she smiled slightly, "I ..."

She glanced instinctively at Jiang Zhuoheng, Jiang Zhuoheng seemed to know that she would look at him, already watching her gentle smile.

It was his tenderness to her patent that had remained unchanged for more than two decades.

Just a quick glance, lifelikely turned his eyes to Hu Xiaoxiao, and nodded: "Okay."

Then she stretched out her hand and brought the glass of Yan Rusheng, "Asheng, I'm afraid to drink some wine, otherwise you won't let me go."

Her actions made her speech happy, especially her helpless little eyes, which made him pamper.