Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Jiu Jin has not completely come up yet, Yan Rusheng feels that his footsteps are getting more and more virtual, and every step seems to step on the cloud, making him feel unsteady.

"You're waiting here, I'll call a taxi for you." Ming Ansheng helped him out and asked him to lean on a scenic tree in front of the bar, and then he stopped at the roadside.

He himself had been drunk a lot by the group and was a bit drunk, and his walking pace was not so stable.

Drunk, really drunk.

Yan Rusheng put his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, and the weight of the whole body was attached to the tree. He looked up and closed his eyes.

"Asheng!"

Suddenly a gentle voice came from behind him, and that title instantly turned his heart into water.

Immediately before, a tall figure appeared, and he only saw long hair fluttering, and a light fragrance rushed into his nose.

There seems to be nothing.

He cocked his mouth proudly, "Stupid woman, Jiang Zhuoheng is drunker than me."

After speaking, he fluttered forward, hugging the person in front of him, and murmured something in his mouth.

Fang Jiayin instinctively reached out to catch him, "Asheng, you drink too much."

Even though she has more than one meter seven, but supporting Yan Rusheng's strong physique of one meter eight is still very difficult.

Coupled with the high heels on her feet, she wasn't standing at all, and she kept walking.

Yan Rusheng suddenly reached out and hugged her waist. "Wen Xuxue said that I like you, Sheng."

He wants to hear it again ...

He hasn't been so drunk for a long time, he has no consciousness at all.

Fang Jiayin's beautiful face was overshadowed, and she looked down at Yan Rusheng's head on her shoulder, and tears quickly burst into her eyes.

She spoke, her voice trembling, "Asheng, I'm not lifelike."

"Aren't you Wen Xuxu ...?" Yan Rusheng heard the words, holding Fang Jiayin's body, slowly straightening his waist, raising his head, drunk eyes staring at her face dissatisfied, "This title is Wen Xuxu Patent, you are not allowed to shout. "

After saying that, he pushed her away strongly, and said incoherently, "This title belongs to her, and she belongs to me."

He leaned back to the tree again, and because of the faintness, he kept shaking his head.

"I ..." Fang Jiayin bit her lip, her eyes filled with tears. "Don't I even call you that?"

"Yan San, the car is ready."

Ming An Sheng called a taxi and waved loudly at the side of the road.

Fang Jiayin quickly wiped her tears with her hands, pulled out two tickets from the bag, and shoved them into her pockets, "Asheng, my concert ticket, will you come with Xuxing?"

The name "Asheng" always arouses the gentle side of words.

He smiled and nodded softly, "OK."

"Thank you, Sheng." Fang Jiayin broke her tears and laughed, and then she reached out to help Yan Rusheng. "You drank so much alcohol, I will take you to the car."

Within a few steps, Ming Ansheng met them.

"Fang Jiayin?" Ming Ansheng saw Fang Jiayin for a moment, then glanced at her arm that held Yan Rusheng, he quickly reached out and took Yan Rusheng from her hand, "Let me Come on. "

He thought that although Yan Rusheng and Wen Xuxu were married for his grandmother's last wish, they were already married after all.

And it ’s a lot of paparazzi in the evening, if they are photographed.

God knows what kind of misunderstanding can cause.