Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

‘Call me words like life in the future, or I do n’t mind words ...’

Yan Rusheng's cold reminder flashed in her mind.

She covered her face with her hands, her eyes were particularly sour.

‘Your name is lifelike, and my name is lifelike. Our two plus together are lifelike, and I do n’t want to have anything to do with you stinky girl, so do n’t call me lifelike, or do n’t you call lifelike. ’

‘Who has something to do with you? I ’ll call you Asheng as well as Aheng. ’

‘Asheng ... Asheng ...’

...

"Hey, Wen Xuxue, you have a high fever. Go back to sleep."

Wen Xuxu fell asleep in those lush years of memories.

When she heard a familiar voice in her ear calling her, she opened her eyes stupidly, and a fuzzy face appeared in front of her.

who is it? Such a gentle voice would only be A Heng, and only A Heng would whisper to her even when she was sick.

"Aheng, Aheng, are you?" She reached out and grabbed his arm, a warm smile bloomed in the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were shining with tears.

The hot little hand clenched his arm tightly, his heart tightened, but he frowned when she called him Aheng.

"Wen Xuxu, Jiang Zhuoheng doesn't want you, can you be a little bit boned?" Yan Rusheng gritted his teeth angrily and pulled away the hand grabbed by Xuxu.

"Yanrusheng?" Wen Xuxu heard the sound of Yanrusheng, sober.

She opened her eyes and looked at Yan Rusheng's face, a little surprised.

Yan Rusheng had straightened her waist at this time, her eyes peered down at her, like an ice sculpture, and the cold was pressing.

Seeing the vivid look, he croaked and said, "What? You still expect Jiang Zhuoheng to come to this broken island to surprise you?"

Stupid woman, too naive, should she be acting as a dog blood idol?

Wen Xuxu was accustomed to his sneer and sarcasm, and froze indifferently, did not answer his words, then turned to look into the water.

A small wooden boat docked alongside.

"Get on board." Yan Rusheng ordered her to jump on board.

The boat swayed violently, stepped out, and didn't dare to go up. I wanted to wait for a little less shaking before going up.

Unexpectedly, Rusheng suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand, and dragged her up.

"Come on, grind."

Wen Xuxu clenched Yan Rusheng's hand tightly, and she looked down at the boat until she did not shake, she let go of her hand, found a place, and sat carefully.

When she sat down, she put her hands on her cheeks and looked at Yan Yan who was sitting opposite the rowing boat. She was a little curious, "Where did this boat come from?"

Those fishermen chased them as thieves just now. If they do n’t chase after seeing them, they will definitely not lend them a boat again.