Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

He is less than 30 years old. If he goes on like this, his body will have problems sooner or later.

"Smoking is harmful, but healthy."

"Little poor mouth." Wang Anxiang laughed at Ming Ansheng, gave him an unhappy glance, and intently scanned Ming Ansheng's computer screen.

Ming Ansheng realized what he wanted to do to close the screen. It was too late, and Wang Yuexiang had already seen it.

"An Sheng, then ... isn't that Su Shi and her daughter?" Wang Yuexiang pointed at the computer closed by Ming An Sheng and asked excitedly.

Ming Ansheng nodded. "Yes."

His attitude was calm.

Wang Yuexiang frowned, wondering Ming Ansheng's calm attitude, wasn't it what she thought?

Then why did he use the photos of their mother and daughter as desktops?

I was alone before.

Wang Yuexiang thought, and did not give up, and then asked, "Did you take your mind about the matter that Mom told you last time?"

Ming Ansheng pretended not to know, "What's the matter?"

This attitude ... Wang Yuexiang was already lost in her heart, but she still didn't give up. "That little girl looks like you."

"It's your old man thinking too much." Ming Ansheng smiled easily and calmly, "Don't think about it, you go back to bed and hurry up, I still have something to do, go to bed right away when you're done, you're delayed here."

He said as he pushed Wang Yuexiang.

Wang Yuexiang got up and glared at him angrily, "Your boy thinks I'm bored before he gets married?"

After speaking, she turned to leave, and thought about it, she looked back at Ming Ansheng and asked, "You go to my heart, that little girl looks really like you."

Ming An Sheng laughed. "Mom, aren't you smiling and laughing? Why are you so interested in children?"

"Mom is worried for your happiness, for your future." Speaking of it, Wang Yuexiang stopped again, looking at Ming Ansheng, sighing distressed, "Son, after all, you are not a superman, are you emotional? Is n’t it? Think about it yourself, fight for yourself? "

Ming Ansheng didn't answer her directly. "It's a whole lot of age, so don't worry about it."

"Ah," Wang Yuexiang said with a sigh. "Sometimes I really want Mingyuan to go down, so you won't be bound."

Ming An Sheng heard the words, his heart softened.

He looked at his mother who was in distress, and said with a smile, "Now women are very realistic. If Mingyuan goes out of business and loses the aura of the president, few women like your son, you will have more headaches."

Wang Yuexiang smiled ‘噗嗤’, and then she reached out and patted him on Ming Ansheng ’s shoulder, “Shit, go to bed early.”

With a greeting, she lifted her foot and left.

Looking at his mother's disappearing back, the smile on Ming Ansheng's face gradually fixed.

For a while.

He reached out to open the computer, and Su Shi and Su Xiaoqiao mother and daughter appeared again on the display. His hand couldn't help but reach for the screen, his fingers lightly scratched on Su Shi's face.

He has been used to this unreal touch for four years.

Alas, do you really ... really don't want me to love me anymore?

‘Tuk Tuk Tuk’

Suddenly, a knock came outside the door, interrupting Ming Ansheng's thoughts.

He retracted his hand, looked at the door, and said, "Come in."

With his answer, the door opened.

"father"

A small figure walked in, Ming Ansheng frowned. "Why don't you sleep so late?"

Beibei was wearing light blue silk pajamas, but he didn't feel a little sleepy. He closed the door, looked at Ming Ansheng, and asked distressed, "Why don't you sleep so late every day? Are you tired?"