Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

After hearing the words, Yan Rusheng's eyes looked towards the doorway, his face was a bit cold.

Jiang Zhuoheng was wearing a smoky shirt, and his tie was still hanging around his neck. There was a hint of exhaustion in the smile on his face, and he saw that he had just got out of work.

Just as Yan Rusheng came in, someone immediately greeted him.

"You came later than Yan San. You just made three free throws. You take care of it yourself."

Not everyone in their wealthy circle is as busy as Yan Rusheng and Jiang Zhuoheng. Most of them are the rich N generations who are usually idle.

There is no shortage of red nobles, the ancestors of the family carried guns and killed the enemy on the battlefield.

Jiang Zhuoheng looked at the two people who attacked him left and right, and said with a smile, "I can't do it myself, you should help me."

"For the sake of fairness, double it," someone suggested.

Immediately someone raised his hand and agreed, "Yes, double it."

Three cups doubled and that was six cups. Jiang Zhuoheng smiled helplessly, "Is it not possible to drink?"

Buddy around, patted his shoulder with a smile, "It's A Heng, you are the one who understands."

"Okay." Jiang Zhuoheng nodded and went to the sofa to sit down.

The brothers put the wine glass into his hands, just like Yan Lusheng's treatment, and the aunt waited for him and poured her wine.

Six glasses of wine, he drank continuously, without eating a bite.

After the last drink, applause and applause were heard in the box.

Boy, pretend ~!

Everyone was making a noise, Master Yan sat quietly aside, and scorned Jiang Zhuoheng drinking six glasses of wine.

It can only be brave for a moment, if it is really a competition, his alcohol consumption will throw him a few streets.

Nothing is as good as him, I really don't know why the stupid woman is so blind, guarding him such a superb and unwilling to show love to that wicked guy.

He also gave up studying abroad for him, and has been remembering him for three years.

Thinking, he murmured from his nose secretly, reached out to pick up the bottle, poured himself a glass of wine, raised his head and took a sip.

Obviously it was hard liquor, but it seemed to be sour in the mouth, and soured his stomach.

Sitting next to him, Ming Ansheng saw through his mind, put it in his ear, and asked with a funny question: "Say, aren't you afraid to meet the Cowherd and Weaver Girl without bringing him to life?

Cowherd and Weaver?

Yan Rusheng heard Yan Yan's face sank, oblivious to Ming Ansheng, "Ming Ansheng, are you looking for death?"

How could he say that his wife and the **** are cowboys and weavers?

Even if that stupid woman is a weaver, that cowboy should be him, no matter how bad she is.

However, Ming Ansheng was right. He really didn't want to come to life tonight, because there must be Jiang Zhuoheng at this kind of party. He didn't want them to meet.

So when he asked her, he was really afraid she would nod.

"Hey, you guys guess who I was just outside."

Lu Yinan went out to answer a phone call, as if he found a new continent, and excitedly called everyone's attention to turn to his side.

Someone teased and said, "Who is this? How old are you?"

"It's a good old friend." Lu Yinan grinned slyly, which did not fit his image of Sven.

Suddenly, he suddenly looked at the words as if living, and continued: "But it is not mine, it is three words."

I heard that everyone can guess who it is with their toes.