Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Especially with the cup holding hand, the little finger was still tilted.

Yan Rusheng saw that he didn't speak, picked up his mobile phone, took a photo of Zhou Shuang at this moment, and sent it directly to Lu Yinan.

"Your family is so contrived, my appetite is affected in my eyes."

Here Master Lu was blocked on the road, a traffic light for a bar, and a traffic light would stop for a minute or two. He was already impatient and upset.

The mobile phone on the mobile phone holder suddenly vibrated twice, and a WeChat came, which was sent out like a word.

He immediately reached for the screen and opened WeChat. He first looked at the photos sent by Yan Yanru, and then looked at the text message below.

Master Lu said that he was very unconvinced. While waiting for the red light, he took off the phone and quickly replied to Yan Rusheng. Xu Qingqing me and I, if no one else is rude, have you ever thought about our mood? "

After the news went out, he looked back at the photo.

In the photo, Zhou Shuang held her cheeks in one hand and a white porcelain cup in her other hand.

It feels so noble and elegant all over the body.

And it's so natural, isn't it contrived?

Affected by Zhou Shuang in the photo, Lu Yinan couldn't help but put an arm on the window with his hand on his cheek, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help it.

I completely forgot that he was on the road now, stopped in the middle of the road and waited for the red light, until the horn of the car behind came like a reminder, and he turned back and found that all the vehicles in front had gone.

He looked at the mirror again, and the drivers in the back of the car all stuck out their heads, yelling at him.

One by one, he hated being able to get out of the car and beat him up.

He hurriedly started the car, but just after approaching the zebra crossing, he jumped the red light again.

He had to stop.

At that time, there were endless levels of car whistle. It was the drivers venting their anger towards Lu Yinan.

Master Lu ignored it and reached out to turn on the radio. A nice English song echoed in the carriage. He looked into the rearview mirror and adjusted his clothes.

From left to right, he frowned, stretched his neck, moved closer to the rearview mirror, and reached out and touched under the eyes.

During this time, his dark circles and bags under his eyes came out, his eyes were lowered.

Thinking, he reached out to open the storage drawer, flipped out a pair of flat glasses, and put on.

His spectacles are all made to order. There is no equivalent in the world. The matte gold-lined edges and a thin layer of anti-blue light lenses instantly add a bit of elegance.

He took another shot into the rearview mirror and found dead skin on his skin. He reached out and touched it.

It seems that it is time to put on a mask. During this time, the tortured man has no mood to do anything, and sometimes he forgets to wash his face.

‘Tuk Tuk Tuk’

Master Lu was facing his rear view mirror in grief for his face value, and suddenly someone knocked on his car window.

Then he remembered, he was waiting for the red light.

He looked forward, still a red light, obviously, not the red light just now.

‘Tuk Tuk Tuk’

The window of the car was ringing again, and he turned to look out of the window. A tall woman stood next to the door of his car, with one hand on his hips, looking down at him.

aggressive.