Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

He couldn't help but want to seal her mouth again.

As he was annoyed, her stubbornness and her pride were all wrong with others.

He didn't know what good Jiang Zhuoheng was, and it was worth her big bet?

But she clearly lost her gambling. She still didn't give up. Does she still want to repeat the same mistakes?

It's so stupid!

"Wen Xuxu, you dare to try." Yan Rusheng gritted his teeth, and his dark eyes were as cold and deep as the millennium ice cellar. "I said you can't live without Rong Sheng, you can't live without Rong Sheng."

As he said, he retracted his hands, opened the door, and left coldly.

Xu Xu squatting slowly against the wall, burying his head in his knees, took a breath, and all his hair was shaking.

This is a verbalist, she must not let her tears and emotions be let go.

After just two minutes, she adjusted her mood, helped her to stand up, and walked out calmly.

After the two children were married, the Yan family room moved out one after another. They would come back once or twice a week to eat with the old lady.

Yan Yansheng and Wang Daqin usually had only two people at the dinner table. Today, there is one more person at the dinner table, and the atmosphere has become more lively.

Wang Daqin was very happy, and every time she came to life, all her attention was on her.

After a whole meal, she didn't take a few sips herself, and all were greeting Wen Xuxiu.

"After Xuxu, come here if you want to eat. Grandma asked Zhang Ye to make it for you."

Wang Daqin filled a bowl of soup and handed it to the lifelike, said gently.

"Okay." Wen Xuxu nodded and responded, taking the soup, holding both hands, and finished drinking.

She lowered the bowl and wiped her mouth with the meal.

"Grandma, I'm full. There's still something going back. I'll go first."

Said she stood up.

Wang Daqin also stood up, "Don't you stay for some fruit?"

Wen Xuxu shook his head gently. "Next time, there is still something to do today."

Wang Daqin's lost "Oh" sounded, although he was very reluctant, but it was not reluctant. "Well, remember to come often."

Then she turned her head to look at the words, "Yan San, there's something going back at the driver's house, you can send him home."

Irrefutable tone.

"Grandma doesn't ..."

Wen Xuxu opened her mouth to quit, but she was interrupted by her life, "Okay."

Two words without the slightest temperature.

Wen Xuxu was surprised that Yan Rusheng would promise to send her home.

She turned to look at him in surprise.

He had already stood up, his arms folded in the smoky sweatpants pockets, and his eyes were just looking at her, his cold eyes, arrogant and incomparable.

As if looking down on an ant or a rat that is thousands of times smaller than him.

‘You are not allowed to continue doing such a low-profile crime ...’

Wen Xuxu's ear suddenly echoed his taunting words, and his heart twitched slightly.

Maybe in his eyes, even the rat ant is more polite and dignified than her.

Only Fang Jiayin's noble and elegant temperament and appearance, the talented woman can get into his eyes, only to make him look up or even look up.

Fang Jiayin was born Shuxiang Mendi, always talking and whispering, never forgetting to dress herself beautifully.

It is surrounded by countless bright stars like a moon in the university, and is embraced.

At that time, even the gang of aristocratic nobles who had given birth to babies screamed for her, and always called by the goddess.