Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

He put his hands in the straight pockets of his suit pants, pursed his thin lips, and his eyes were so close that several people on the side could not see his emotions.

"Yo, I have never found her talented in this area." Ming Ansheng on the one side picked out the thin-looking lips, raised an arm and put it on Yan Rusheng's shoulder, and stood in the stands with interest. Singing little woman.

When he looked up to see the familiar figure just now, he was really surprised.

But looking at someone's expression, his surprise was not enough.

Another man with glasses looked at Yan Rusheng with a straight face, and said deeply: "Yan San, you are too embarrassed, anyway, it's a sweetheart, and the salary is not as good as a bar singer."

The implication is that people like Wen Xuxu abandon the low salary you gave and jumped to the bar to sing.

Said that he reached out and elegantly supported the glasses on the bridge of the nose, whether it was talking or manners or external appearance, it felt like a touch of style.

It seems to be saying: I'm not joking at you, I'm not intentionally stimulating you, I'm very serious to feel wrong for the girl Xu Xu.

They obviously felt that the temperature was falling, but you are still not afraid of death.

Several of them are the famous diamond kings in Kyoto. The girls in Kyoto City broke their heads to marry.

No matter what the circumstances, the aristocratic temperament with which they live cannot be buried, tempting all sentient beings.

Some people's eyes began to shift towards them, and the dim light could not see their faces, only to know that these men must be extraordinary.

‘Causeloveisagameuntilit’ splayedandifit’slostitcan’teverbesaved ... ’

The vivid expression on the stage, the smile from the heart, confident and satisfied.

How long has he been ... no, how many years have he not seen?

Yan Rusheng stood there, and the anger that was not easily noticed calmed down.

In those pair of enchanting peach blossoms, snow and ice melted, and a warm streamer flashed.

Wen Xuxu sang very well. He knew that her English was good. He knew it, but he never knew that her English songs were so good.

The meaning of the lyrics ... Because love is like a game, once it starts, there is no end, if it fails, you ca n’t come back ...

He looked at the affectionate little woman on the stage, her dark eyes narrowed, and her breath became cold again.

Except for her work, she has never shown her excellence in front of him, as if ...

No, it's not like it, it's just disdain, disdain is shown in front of him.

"An Sheng, as an old classmate, do we have to buy a bunch of flowers and send them?"

The next few masters haven't stopped, they seem to be in the thriving state.

Yan Rusheng suddenly looked back coldly, glanced at a few people around him.

The look, like a sharp blade, killed them in seconds.

"Is that female hooligan Zhou Shuang next to her?"

Suddenly, the handsome Swen man with glasses pointed at Zhou Shuang, who was beside Xu Xu, asked in surprise.

The other person smiled back and said, "No, she didn't show up on the news that Qingmei and her ex-girlfriend had torn a few days ago."

"It's rare to meet old classmates today, so why not ask someone to drink two cups." Ming Ansheng hooked his lips, full of fun.

The Sven man with glasses looked at Yan Rusheng seriously, "Isn't Yan San something to go back to?"

Master Yan's hands clenched to his legs secretly fists.