Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

He stepped up to her, looked at her, and opened his mouth, "I ..."

I wanted to explain it, but for a long time I didn't think of how to explain it. He knew that Wen Xuxu would not lie. She said that the two tickets had fallen out of her pocket, and they must have come out of his pocket.

The only explanation is that he saw Fang Jiayin after he was drunk last night, and those two tickets came into his pocket without his knowledge.

But anyone who listens to such an explanation will be more attentive.

Drunk, met his ex ...

Xu Xu wanted to ignore him, but he was always by her side, her tall physique, and the sense of existence was too strong, she couldn't settle down to work at all.

So she put down her pen, raised her eyebrows and looked at him in disbelief, "Yan, do you have anything to do?"

Suddenly, she found that the button on his shirt was wrongly buttoned, and the second button on the top buttonhole, because the hem was tucked into the suit pants, so it was not obvious if you didn't pay attention to it.

Yan Rusheng buckled the wrong button for the first time in her impression.

It must be too much alcohol, and the mind is not completely clear.

Thinking, she squeezed her lips tightly, and could not help but bear it.

Naughty and angry in the heart, there is a sense of revenge, so that you and your ex meet and drink so much fun.

Yan Rusheng was thinking with all his heart about how to prove to him that he was innocent. Where would he think that there was something wrong with his instrument.

"I heard you went to sleep in your room last night." He asked, looking closely at the life with inquiring eyes.

Not sure if he was angry because of the two tickets, so he returned to his room.

Otherwise, there seems to be no other reason.

The two of them were fine when he left the company.

Frowning vividly, he whispered coldly: "The smell of wine in the house, I don't leave, will I be smoked to death by you?"

Yan Rusheng said ‘oh’ with a hint of loss in his tone. “I drank too much last night, and I do n’t know how to get those two tickets into my pocket.”

He explained it lightly and turned towards his office.

It turned out that she was apathetic by herself, and she was not angry and jealous.

Also, if she really cares, she must have torn those two tickets last night and threw them into the toilet.

Keke, Master, everyone is the same as you.

Suddenly a cool voice came from behind me. "Fang Jiayin called me just now, for fear that you might forget what she promised her to her concert, let me remind you."

Yan Rusheng heard the words, his feet paused, his hands clenched in his suit pants pockets, his eyebrows twisted gloomily.

What is Fang Jiayin doing?

He returned to the office and redialed Ming An Sheng's number again, this time someone answered it.

"Hey, Yan San."

Ming An Sheng apparently didn't wake up.

"Have I seen Fang Jiayin last night, and haven't had any contact with her?" Yan Rusheng asked directly.

"No ..." Ming Ansheng answered very simply, suddenly thinking of something, and changed his mouth again, "Oh no, it seems, when I saw you out last night, at the door, you two met, and I went on my way I got a taxi for you, and when I came back, I saw her holding you, what happened? "

PS: ask for a ticket ~~~