Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

A fist hit the corner of Yan Rusheng's mouth.

The two then hugged together, and even wrestled on the ground.

The housekeeper of the Jiang family heard the movement outside and hurriedly opened the courtyard door to check it out.

Seeing the two people hugging on the ground, and then saw Jiang Zhuoheng's car again, he hurried, "Isn't this the young master?"

Quickly shouted into the room: "Ma'am, Grand Master is fighting with someone outside."

Hearing the steward's shout, all the young and old Jiang families came out.

The old lady of the Jiang family came out with a stick and followed the crowd.

Yan Rusheng and Jiang Zhuoheng winked at each other, and no one was willing to hold their hands. Several elders of the Jiang family could not pull them apart.

"What's the matter?" Grandpa Jiang came to them with a stick.

By the light of the street lamp, he saw the face of Yan Rusheng huged with Jiang Zhuoheng, and he yelled, "What are you doing? I will kill you without a helper.

The old man yelled and almost fell down without a breath.

"dad."

"Grandpa."

Everyone hurried forward to help the old lady.

Hearing everyone's nervous voice, Yan Rusheng and Jiang Zhuoheng's actions abruptly stopped.

At present, Yan Rusheng, who had the upper hand, looked up at Old Man Jiang who was being held by him, then loosened Jiang Zhuoheng's collar, got up, and strode toward his car.

"Yansan!"

When passing by Mrs. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang shouted angrily.

Yan Rusheng stopped and looked at the old man, "Grandpa Jiang."

A stubborn voice greeted him, then he lifted his feet and moved on.

Jiang Zhuoheng also stood up, wiping the corners of his mouth with a bleeding hand, staring coldly at Yan Rusheng's back, watching him get in the car.

Yan Rusheng pulled the door and turned to Jiang Zhuoheng again, and warned coldly: "Since then, Wen Xuxu has nothing to do with you. When you see her, you are no longer qualified to look at it."

Having said that, he stooped into the car, started the car, and walked away.

The people of the Jiang family were left unknown.

Seeing Yan Rusheng's car disappear, the old Jiang family slowly passed away from the fright.

Mother Jiang took her eyes back and looked at Jiang Zhuoheng's face.

Seeing her son's mouth bleed, she stretched out her hand and touched him, "Aheng, how could you fight with Yan San?"

Father Jiang also frowned, with some reproach in his tone, "Isn't Xuanxu already married Yan San, why do you say ..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old woman suddenly shouted, "Why do you go back and do what? What is Pestle here?"

The old lady spoke, the imperial edict, and no one dared to disagree, and hurried into the yard one by one.

"A Heng, hurry into the room, Mom will give you some medicine." Mother Jiang took A Jiang Zhuoheng's hand and said distressed.

"A Heng." The old woman looked at Jiang Zhuoheng with a somber expression, and shouted at him, "Wait a minute."

Mother Jiang hesitated for a moment, and although she was distressed, she let go of Jiang Zhuoheng's hand.

When everyone was in the yard, only Jiang Zhuoheng and the old lady remained.

The old lady's eyes were deepened, "When Spring Festival Xiao Xiao comes back from abroad, you must be engaged to her."

Hearing that, Jiang Zhuoheng immediately protested, "Grandpa ..."

"No discussion." The old woman strongly rejected Jiang Zhuoheng's resistance.

No longer giving him any chance of resistance, he turned around and walked with his walking stick to the yard.