Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

After hearing the words, Yan Rusheng's heart was shocked again. He couldn't sit still anymore, and got up and walked out striding heavily.

Regardless of the two people who came with him, he opened the door, got on, and started the car.

The car disappeared in front of the small clinic.

It's already aborted, and came to cry and begged me to help her hold the baby ...

But my personality was unexpectedly stubborn and strong.

She doesn't like talking, she looks thin ... Hair is very long and looks pretty ...

During the afternoon hours, the traffic was smooth, and Yan Rusheng's feet kept stepping on the accelerator, surpassing one car after another.

The owner's heart trembled in the car passed by him because his speed was too fast.

Although the doctor only described it in two or three sentences, he already had the answer in his heart.

No more confirmation is needed.

Wen Xuxu, is this why you gave up your chance to study abroad?

Wen Xuxu, is this why you lay in your dorm for half a month?

Yan Rusheng was sitting in the car, looking at the high school gate. He had been sitting in the car countless times, watching her petite figure come out of it, looking away.

Apparently the weaker is going to die, but the strong and strong one is hateful and painful.

This is Wen Xuxu, so what proof is needed?

Everyone was accompanied by classmates or boyfriends. She was alone and slept with me all night, leaving herself the next day ...

The words of the woman doctor echoed in her mind, and the spark of anger in Yanrusheng's eyes grew stronger.

The cigarette **** in the ashtray of the car has overflowed, and the last one of a pack of cigarettes was smoked, and Yan Rusheng suddenly started the car again.

Kyoto at night is full of flowers.

Champagne-colored Bentley went between the traffic congested times and the most congested loops in Kyoto.

Along the way, he didn't know how many speeding records he was photographed, and he ignored it.

Now he has only one goal.

Go home and love Wen Xuxu well, give everything to that stupid woman.

The car stopped at the door of a luxurious villa, the lights went out, and the man in the car did not get out.

He reached out, flipped a pack of unpacked cigarettes out of the storage compartment, pulled out one, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

A pair of deep black eyes, staring at the rearview mirror, there was a faint cold light in his eyes.

The villa was brightly lit, there were laughter, and there were old people and children.

Suddenly, a strong beam of light came straight from the rear, and the mirror was reflective, very dazzling, and as if subconsciously, blocked it with his arm.

Then he looked in the mirror and saw the color of the car, his face was gloomy.

He pushed the car door, got out of the car, and stopped in front of the white Audi that was slowing down.

The man in the driver's seat of the Audi car saw the forehead word standing in front of him, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly speeded up.

Yan Rusheng stood still, motionless.

With the squeak of the tires rubbing against the ground, the white Audi suddenly braked two or three steps away from Yan Rusheng and stopped steadily.

Yan Rusheng walked over gloomily, pulled the car door, reached out and pulled out the man inside, the other hand had already clenched his fist.

He immediately smashed his fist at the handsome face with a fist.

However, he didn't give the other party a chance to react and pant, and was followed by another punch.

If he didn't exercise every day and his physical fitness was good, Yan Rusheng would stun him on the first lap. After two laps, Jiang Zhuoheng no longer found his feelings and immediately hit back.