Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

She reached up to pick up the phone, put it in her ear, put it on her shoulders, and picked up the table while talking on the phone. "Grandpa, there is a delay. I'll be here in a while. If you are hungry, eat first."

"No, no, he really wanted to go. I was delayed. He was already waiting for me."

"I see, bye."

She hurriedly ended her conversation with Grandpa, picked up her bag vividly, got up and walked to Yan Yansheng's office, she reached out and knocked on the door, getting used to it.

There was a sounding voice inside, "Come in."

Xu Xu pushed open the door, leaned his head in, looked at the man sitting at the desk and shouted, "It's alive, hurry up, grandpa called to get angry."

Hearing that, Yan Rusheng immediately closed the computer and got up to get his coat.

Xu Xu was going to press the elevator first, and Yu Guang inadvertently swept across the large bunch of roses under her position.

After thinking about it, she walked over and picked up the flowers. In the temperature of the air conditioner, it was still quite fresh.

Yan Ru was born, frowning at the vivid rose holding in the morning he gave him, "Do you plan to take it?"

So heavy.

Xu Xu looked down at the flower in his hand, and said with a regretful expression, "Grandpa has always been a bad impression on you."

Yan Rusheng understood the purpose of taking the flower, and said lightly, "You want to be thoughtful."

The grandfather is just such a granddaughter. The most important thing is this granddaughter. If he knows that he is good to her granddaughter, he must also love the house and the black.

But his heart was still a little unbalanced. He leaned against the vivid waist, frowning dissatisfied and saying, "I really don't know where the kid of Jiang Zhuoheng pleased him, and there is a 13-pack."

"..." Frowsing vividly, glaring at the man next to him with a black face, "Why do you always compare Aheng? He said bad things in the back, and be careful of his tongue becoming longer."

Yan Rusheng heard the words and raised an unhappy eyebrow. "Wen Xuxu, how dare you protect Jiang Zhuoheng in front of me?"

"That's it." Xu Xu shook his fist, and gave a flick of his chest, "No reason."

This cautious guy, Ah Heng is estimated to have become a knot in his heart.

What if he knew the truth?

Thinking vividly, he couldn't help laughing.

Although she lowered her head, Yan Rusheng could still see the corner of her mouth, and found that she was cheering, and his thick eyebrows twisted unpleasantly.

Xu Xu looked up at him and said with a smile: "I wonder if Grandpa will see you in a while, will he pull the loofah face?"

Yan Rusheng: "..."

It is indeed possible. The old man, he doesn't even know how he offends him now, just because he is so unpleasant.

...

It was such a heavy snow yesterday that today the traffic police on the road have many times more. The speed on the road is like a snail.

Xu Xu sat in the co-pilot position, resting his head on the window glass, and fell asleep listening to the slightly sad music on the radio.

‘Sometimes, sometimes, I will believe that there is an end to everything, and that there are times when we meet and leave, nothing will be immortal ...’

At the traffic lights, the car stopped, and the man in the driver's seat looked at the sleeping woman next to him, his thick, thick eyelashes casting a shadow, motionless.

So quiet and sweet.

Wen Xuxu, time is not old, our love is immortal.

...

It's almost nine o'clock at the grandpa's Chinese medicine clinic, and the journey is close, otherwise it will be late.