Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Fang Jiayin was also thinking in my heart.

Yan Rusheng returned to the room and took a cold shower, wrapped in a white bathrobe, and got his hair wet from the room.

Looking at her lovely and lovely appearance just now, he was so caught up in it that he couldn't help himself.

Even ... even moved my heart, moved Wang Wangqin's wish, tied her around forever.

But it is ridiculous that her side belongs to Jiang Zhuoheng, only belongs to Jiang Zhuoheng.

Words are like life, you are so degenerate to the point of starvation, and your heart will be throbbing for that stupid woman.

"In this case, it should be no problem for me to embrace my great-grandson next year."

"Congratulations to the old lady, and finally my heart is done."

"Happiness and happiness ..."

Yan Rusheng was born at the entrance of the stairs and found that the two old ladies were sitting on the stairs and were chatting happily about their great grandson.

The expression on his handsome face changed from cold to surprised.

"grandmother?"

In the middle of the night, the old lady didn't sleep in the room. What was she doing sitting on the stairs like this?

Hearing Yan Rusheng's voice, Wang Daqin turned back in surprise, "Yan San, why are you so fast?"

Gaze from top to bottom, and finally fell on Yan Rusheng's face.

Yan Rusheng's lips were slightly red.

She snickered in her heart. The two children were quite fierce.

It's only been more than ten minutes. Why did he come out?

"What?" Yan Ru frowned, not knowing what the old lady was saying, "What's so fast?"

Wang Daqin climbed up by holding the handrail of the stairs, went upstairs to Yan Rusheng's side and looked at his body, wondering to himself. Why ... why so fast? "

Could it be that nutrition did not keep up?

Yan Rusheng was very upset. She didn't have the heart to guess the old lady's heart. She was dragged here to listen to her talking to himself. He was a little impatient.

"It's nothing." Wang Daqin shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter. Grandma will take you to ask if there is any way to help you."

Keke, I insist on this for the first time this time, and I must be inferior.

I don't know if Xuanxu would suggest it.

The old lady frowned, and Yan Rusheng felt inexplicable. She ignored her and raised her foot down the stairs.

It was more than eight o'clock the next day when Wenxu woke up.

She took a bath and found a set of her previous clothes from the cabinet, a pink puff sleeve shirt, and a long white dress.

Blow her hair dry before she goes downstairs.

Wang Daqin took a feather duster and cleaned it in the living room. Her favorite little song was still humming in her mouth, and she looked good.

"Grandma." After going downstairs, Wen Xuxu shouted towards the busy and exhilarating Wang Daqin.

"Xu Xuyou got up." Wang Daqin turned and looked at Wen Xuxu with an eyebrow, and looked at her.

Look, look, it's still her family's best looking, her hair fluttering, look at the little blush.

She threw away the feather duster in her hand, walked to the front, and grabbed her hand to pull her into the restaurant.

He shouted to him as he walked: "Zhang Huan, the bird's nest porridge is hot, and he wakes up."

Zhang Ye's voice came from the kitchen, "I see."

Grandma also likes her so much, but she always felt that her old man looked a little weird today.

It seems ... it seems ambiguous.