Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Yan Rusheng not only felt embarrassed, but smiled happily, "You're jealous of me, it's useless, after all, you have no daughter-in-law."

Talking about his body leaning back lazily, and looking at Zhao Zheng sitting diagonally opposite him, the smile on his face became deeper, "Classmate Zhao is going to walk. We often meet, but we both meet him. He hasn't seen him for more than a decade. He must not take this lead? "

Everyone: "..."

Didn't they just hand in a love letter to your wife? It's been so many years, why?

Zhao Zheng wasn't humble at all. He immediately raised his glass, stood up, looked at the crowd, and said sincerely, "Yes, I'll take a walk first."

Immediately someone liked him, "Brilliant!"

"Ladies first, I respect lifelikeness first." Zhao Zheng first pointed the wine glass towards lifelikeness and smiled slightly. "I haven't seen you for so many years, you are still so gentle and beautiful."

He couldn't hide the admiration in his eyes as he spoke.

Then he looked up and drank the wine from the glass.

Xu Xu stood up, took a sip of drink, and sat down.

The atmosphere became weird again. Everyone's eyes were secretly looking at the words.

This Zheng is really true. Toasting is toasting. What do you say so much nonsense? I don't know, I thought he was deliberately provocative.

Only Master Jiang, who was beside Yan Rusheng, had a nice hand holding chopsticks, and he took the beans in front of him calmly and elegantly, and delivered them one by one, with the corners of his mouth smiling.

Seems to be gloating.

This kid, is it intentional? Yan Rusheng gritted his teeth and gave Zhao Zheng a hard look.

Just then, the door of the private room suddenly opened.

Everyone was surprised because if the waiter came in, they must knock on the door first.

A tall woman appeared in everyone's sight, with long wavy hair, a **** thermal bottoming shirt, a small white suit, burgundy harem pants, and avant-garde fashion.

The crowd froze, and then someone said, "Miss Tang."

"I met Yan Ting while I was shopping. She said that A Heng had come to a classmate party today." Tang Fei Ling said as she walked in, she frowned again. "

Lu Yinan quickly got up and smiled and greeted him, explaining: "No, no, this must blame Anzi, we thought he would call you."

Anyway, Ming Ansheng hated the fiancee, so he put the crime on him.

After speaking, he turned to look at Ming Ansheng, who was already cold-hearted, and gloated with laughter.

"..."

Then someone greeted the waiter: "The waiter takes the cutlery."

Tang Feiling said, "Wait a minute, Yanting is here."

As she walked towards the door, she reached out and looked out.

Someone wondered, "Who is Yan Ting?"

Lu Yinan said, "Jiang Zhuoheng's cousin, Xin Yanting."

Everyone then remembered, "Oh oh, I'm a bit impressed, that little princess."

Xin Yanting raised in the Jiang family for a few years when she was a child, and often came later, everyone was unfamiliar, but they all knew each other.

Jiang Zhuoheng heard that Xin Yanting was here, his eyebrows frowned, and his gaze followed the door.

"Hi brothers." Xin Yanting made a stunning appearance in a pink half-sleeved long skirt, waved her hands to the people in the room, and smiled sweetly.

Lu Yinan looked at Xin Yanting and smiled, "I've grown into a beautiful woman, and I don't know anymore."