Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

He shouted sharply, "Xu Xu went out with you with a big belly, you don't have to take care of her, and you drink it so that she can take care of you. What if there is something wrong?"

Being reprimanded, Master Yan didn't feel embarrassed. He raised his hand to Yan Weihong and smiled, "Dad ... you don't understand. The three children in Zhou Liuli's stomach were Lu Yinan so drunk. Come, you ... wait, wait for three grandchildren ... "

Lifelike: "..."

She would go to the kitchen to look for tofu, noodles, or find a slot to drill in.

This guy is a bit ridiculous today.

She quickened her steps and went upstairs. As she passed by Yan Weihong, her head dropped to her chest.

Yan Yanhong blushed with old words, a word stuck in his throat, and almost choked him.

"Hmm! A mother must have a son!" Yan Erye thought that reprimanding his drunken son was tantamount to playing the piano, he hummed to Murray, and turned back to the room.

Ms. Mu Li's eyes widened and she felt inexplicable. She ... was lying down?

"Lifelike ... Lifelike ..."

Yan Rusheng's mouth kept saying vivid names.

Mu Li frowned. "You're so embarrassed to call lifelike and drink like this. If I were lifelike, I would throw you in the restaurant."

Yan Yan laughed, "So Xuanxu is my wife."

‘噗’ Mu Lixi laughed, she stretched out her hand and patted it on Yan Rusheng ’s shoulder, cursing indulgently: “Silly boy, look at you beautifully.”

It's the first time she has seen his son so silly.

Suddenly, Yan Rusheng pushed away Mu Li who was helping him.

Footsteps trembled to the big clock in the living room.

Walking to Wang Daqin's statue, he reached out and picked up Wang Daqin's statue.

Seeing this, Mu Li rushed forward and stopped, "What the **** are you doing?"

"Shhh!" Yan Rusheng turned, made a snoring gesture to Murray, and then squinted his eyes and smiled: "I'll say a few words to my grandma, just a few words."

Mu Li really stopped and stared at him.

"Grandma, did your old man see it? I've got Wen Xuxu, she's going to give you a great-grandson soon." Yan Rusheng said to Wang Daqin's portrait, "Two Oh, Longfeng, I didn't let you down Right. "

"Next summer." He nodded and affirmed, "Yes, next summer, I will give her a grand wedding, and tell the world that she is what I say, what Zhao Zheng Jiang Zheng's, all Go aside. "

"Rongsheng ... Rongsheng ..." When referring to Rongsheng, Yan Rusheng's eyes suddenly turned red, "I will never fail your old people's expectations of me. Rongsheng is a verbalist, give me ... give me How about some time? "

As he said, he took the portrait, lowered his head, and kissed the old man on the forehead in the photo.

Then he gently put the statue back.

Xu Xu leaned against the Roman column on the second-floor railing, covered his mouth, and wept silently.

The burden on his shoulders is so heavy!

...

A large classroom apartment.

The man got out of the taxi, and the drunken pace made passersby sweat for him.

Fortunately, he found his own home.

The knock on the door of ‘咚咚咚’ annoyed the neighbors, and a woman ’s response came from the room, “Come here, do n’t knock.”

The door opens.

The thin and beautiful woman looked at the drunk man and frowned. "Zhao Zheng, who did you drink again with?"