Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Xuanxu was afraid he was drunk and immeasurable, and quickly grabbed his wrist to stop him. "The words are like life, you quickly sit up for me."

Yan Rusheng really got up obediently.

But ... he clasped his lifelike neck again with both hands, and buried his face in her neck, and gently cuddled, "Wife, I want you."

"Let me go in to say hello to my son tonight?" He hugged vividly nonsense.

Xuxu's face turned red, she looked at the driver in front, and quickly reached out to cover Yan Rusheng's mouth. "Yan Rusheng, you dare to say that I left you in the car."

So insignificant, there is really no one except this guy.

Yan Yan was almost drunk, and he opened his mouth, bit his vivid fingers, looked at her, and smirked, "My wife, I want to drink milk."

As he cut off her clothes again, he kept his face on his chest.

Such words, of course, the two have fun interacting on the bed, of course, must say.

Xuanxu's blush dripped from her waist, and she stretched out her hand to push away Yan Yusheng's words too hard.

‘咚’.

His eyebrows trembled and his teeth festered.

Vivid and distressed, hurried to help him up.

He lifted his words up and brought them to his ears, reminding him softly: "Your words are now in the car. Don't make nonsense."

After speaking, she glanced at the driver in front of her. The black lights in the car were blind, and she could not see the expression of the driver.

Anyway, he must now lament in his heart that the private life of San Shao and Mrs. Shao was so wild and so open.

"Xuxu is sorry." Yan Rusheng crooked his neck and put his head on Xuxu's shoulders. "Now I haven't given you a wedding."

A drunken apology touched the vivid heart, her eyes were astringent, she turned her head to look at the man's handsome face, bowed her head slightly, pouted and kissed in the corner of his eye, "Fool."

Then she reached out and touched the back of his head, asking distressedly, "Does your head hurt?"

The car slammed so loudly just now.

Yan Rusheng shook his head and laughed, "It doesn't hurt, wife, your chest is so soft."

The soft and distressed expression on Xuxu's face was instantly stiff, she slowly lowered her head, and the man's head was buried in her chest, with a silvery smile on his face.

The next second, her face brushed, as dark as the bottom of the pot.

The car stopped in the yard, pushed the car door and walked out. No matter what it was like, he strode into the house.

Yan Rusheng climbed out of the car and shouted to the vivid back, "Wen Xuxu, you cruel stupid woman ..."

No matter how he shouted, Vixen ignored.

Mu Li watched TV on the sofa and saw Xu Xie entering the door. She glanced behind her and asked curiously, "Xu Xu, how are you alone? Yansan?"

After waiting for Xuxu to answer, Mu Li heard the shout outside, and she frowned again. "Who is shouting outside?"

She asked as she stood up.

"Your son." Xu Xu rolled his eyes and was speechless.

He couldn't hear his son's voice.

The vivid voice just came to an end, and Yan Rusheng was just carried by the driver into the house, and Mu Li saw her teeth greeted.

Yan Weihong heard the movement downstairs, and when he saw the drunken station, he was unstable and his face was full of anger.