Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

She thought about his body while he wasn't paying attention?

After hearing this, Xu Xu almost didn't vomit blood. Could she sleep first?

What happened after she fell asleep, where did she know.

"Rest assured, I have no thoughts about your body."

She glanced at Master Yanyan's chest in disdain, and then she got up, lowered her head, carefully adjusted her clothes, and lifted her feet toward the exit.

Yan Rusheng's complexion was a bit cold because of his vividness. "Then whose body do you have an idea for?"

He got up and had a long leg advantage. He would catch up in three or two steps, pulling her arm, and warning: "You have to remember that you are my wife now and you can only think of me."

Xuxu stopped, turned his head, raised his face, and looked at him with sparkling eyes, "What about you?"

She didn't bother sincerely, and cooperated with him to perform their marriage drama.

Why would he come to care about her heart?

These days, they are becoming more and more integrated into their respective roles. Isn't it good to keep playing like this?

Whimsically ordered a couple outfit with her, ate meals, and spent her time explaining her and other women's scandals, watching movies ...

These have made her feel good, and also made her dream.

But she did not dare to extravagantly, expecting him to let go of Fang Jiayin he had been thinking for so many years in such a short time.

She didn't dare to expect him to forgive her hatred for killing his grandma in such a short time, and expected him to change her dislike for so many years in such a short time.

Because he had promised her that he would not be separated for a lifetime.

But in a blink of an eye he was close to her fingers in front of her again.

She chased for so many years impatiently, and everything proved that the promise that night promised that he was wrong. She just enjoyed his tenderness for others.

Thinking about it, she took a deep breath, and said lightly, "Yes, there is no such thing as grandeur without grandma, but I have killed her old man. I am ashamed of grandma and ashamed of you, I will do my best Make every effort to make up for the atonement. "

She said as she opened his hand holding her arm, "But sorry, my heart is in my body and belongs to me."

With that said, she turned and hurriedly walked towards the side of the road.

She loves him, but it is definitely not his domineering capital in her world.

Yan Rusheng's hand hung in the air, and he looked at the vivid back, stubbornly arrogant, and utterly annihilated the enthusiasm he had decided to pursue her with care.

He thought she accepted him last night.

That's why he had the courage, took the time to explain to her, and even hesitated to ask others for movie tickets.

Unexpectedly, she was only atonement, and he was asked not to talk to her sincerely.

He wanted to catch up and said to her, Wen Xuxu, grandma was killed by me. You don't need to feel indebted, you don't need to atone for it, you can get away.

But he couldn't move, he was afraid that she really wouldn't come back.

...

The car went in the direction of the courtyard door, drove into the courtyard, flying at a normal speed, and stopped in front of the steps at the gate.

The door opened, and the owner of the car came down and closed it with a slam.

"Wen Xuxu didn't come back?" Yan Rusheng entered the door and asked the housekeeper who was coming out of the room coldly.

The coldness on his body was so strong, his face was blue, and the elderly housekeeper trembled involuntarily. He replied in a hurry: "Madam, she hasn't returned yet."

Then his old man wondered again in his heart, didn't Madam go out with you.

Yan Rusheng's lips were stubborn, and he didn't talk anymore. He changed his shoes and walked into the living room.

He was going straight upstairs, and the servant suddenly stopped him, "Master Three."

He stopped and looked slowly towards the servant who called him.

"Here is a courier from Mrs. Young this afternoon." The maid walked in front of him, holding a small box with a courier slip in his hand.

PS: It's late ... Again, at least four chapters a day, never less than four chapters ...