Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

"White soup? A little fishy? Make up for it?" Lu Yinan murmured the characteristics of the soup in his mouth, and immediately got the answer in his mind, "Turtle soup!"

He looked up, his eyes flashing with excitement, "The old lady must give you turtle soup."

Saying that he couldn't help but smile again.

He certainly wouldn't tell him, there must be other tonics in that turtle soup.

"Turtle soup?" Yan Ru frowned, what the **** was that?

He recalled that the white liquid Wang Daqin had given him every night for the past few days, had it always been turtle soup?

"Cough ..." Lu Yinan covered his mouth with his hands, holding back his laughter and lowering his voice. "That's a cure for kidney deficiency and aphrodisiac ... In simple terms, it doesn't work."

Oh my god!

Master Yan heard Master Lu's words, holding his head in his hands and raising his head in his heart and shouting to God.

‘Why did you come out so soon? ’

‘I ’ve got a problem myself, and I do n’t want to betray you, you still drag a fart ...’

The old lady had misunderstood him and that stupid woman!

And ... also doubted his grandson's ability.

Fortunately, he came to Lu Yinan today. Otherwise, if he continued to drink the soup for a few more days, he would surely die.

"Yan San, I'm curious which woman you have in the bathroom, can you tell me?"

He was really curious and wanted to know.

Yan Rusheng leaned lazily, put his arms on the armrests of the chair, and put a finger against his forehead, peering at the peach blossoms and looking at the other side with a pair of glasses and a white coat wearing a gown, looking at the opposite side.

Lu Yinan held the pen tightly in both hands. Although he was a little scared of Master Yan's eyes, but he really wanted to know wow.

"The young model in Rio with you the other day?" He guessed without fear of death.

Not dead until the Yellow River.

"If the people of the whole country know that Master Lu is a quack doctor ..." Yan Rusheng coldly hugged his lips and asked, word by word, "what would happen to ...?"

Then he reached for a delicate vase on the table and held it up high.

"Yan San ..."

Lu Yinan opened his mouth, and before he shouted, he heard a pop, and the vase was sacrificed.

A scented lily in a vase lies quietly on the ground.

Broken glass **** was everywhere.

"I see. You won't tell anyone if you yell at a woman. You hurry."

"Sven" Master Lu also ran away, pointing in the direction of the door, shouting at Yan Rusheng.

If he never rolls out, I'm afraid this office can't keep it.

"Say it early, I won't accidentally break your vase." Yan Rusheng said as he stood up.

He looked down at the broken glass **** on the ground, and shook his head with a sad expression.

Lu Yinan: "..."

If he never rolls again, I'm afraid he will vomit blood.

...

Yan Rusheng went home at night, and Wang Daqin, as always, brought a bowl of white soup to intercept him at the entrance of the stairs.

When he saw the soup, he thought of the shameful YY shame during the day, and almost did not smash the bowl.

The soup is definitely not going to be drunk anymore, but in order not to listen to the old lady, he took the soup and brought it upstairs, saying he had to wait for the clothes to change.

After knowing that it was tonic soup, Master Yan was relieved.

Fortunately ... Fortunately, it is not the thought of Wen Xuxu's stupid woman who should not have been.