Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Every word of him, like a pinpoint, was lingering with words, he was stunned.

He felt that he had lived in vain for the past ten years.

He was so confused and embarrassed that he even started to abandon himself.

Jiang Zhuoheng's cold voice sounded in front of him again, "In the early morning of the second day of the practice meeting, someone saw the vividness coming out of your room."

Hearing the words, the words were stunned, and the whole person froze.

...

‘Asheng, I hurt. ’

‘Asheng, I like you. ’

"Xu Xu." Yan Rusheng held the wine bottle, trembling into the door, and flung into the arms of a woman. He reached out and hugged the woman's waist.

He stooped, his chin resting on the woman's shoulder, and the drunk voice kept muttering the vivid name.

Carve the name in his heart.

It has been more than ten days. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and lifelikeness is like evaporation on earth.

"You child, now I know how to look vivid, I can see clearly, I'm your mother." Mu Li pushed the words out of a fit, holding his arm with both hands and holding him.

Watching her son's depression all day, she rebuked her, "I knew it now, why bother."

After the blame, she sighed in her heart, and did not expect that the two children would come to this point.

Yan Rusheng pushed Mu Li away, holding the entrance wall in one hand, taking off his shoes, and walking directly into the room wearing socks.

"Three brothers." A petite figure came toward him.

Yan Rusheng bent his lips, and he reached out and stretched out his hands, touching Su Shi's head in a pampered way, "Hum."

Even the uncle who has just been in the house for less than a month knows her is good and knows to protect her.

And he has been hurting her.

Su Shi looked up at his small face, and looked at him with sparkling eyes. "The third brother don't drink anymore. San Yao doesn't like it."

Yan Rusheng heard the words, the laugh arc of the lips widened, and nodded gently, "OK."

In the future, he will only do things that are lifelike.

Then he followed the twisted route and staggered upstairs.

Open the door and turn on the lights.

In the room, all her stuff was still there. She folded her pajamas on the sofa, her laptop on the small table on the balcony, her blue-ray-proof eyes on it, and a bedside table with books she had been reading recently The bookmark showed a small piece.

It's as if she has come back to live these days.

However, he could not feel a little her breath, her taste.

He could have had a complete and beautiful life.

She devoted herself to him and stayed silently for so many years.

‘I ’ve fallen in love with someone from the beginning of love to the present ...’

Yan Rusheng hugged a lifelike pillow, and buried her face in the pillow, with her hair fragrance remaining on it, but it was not so real.

"Lifelike, lifelike."

For more than two decades, the person who disappeared in the shadows disappeared without a trace.

What is a broken heart, he finally realized.

...

On New Year's Eve, firecrackers start to ring from the morning.

There is a festive atmosphere of New Year throughout Kyoto, and there are still people who can't wait to reunite with their families on the road.

Only he, driving a car, walked around the city aimlessly.

"She didn't come back. She called in the morning. Go back."

"Yan San, let her relax outside."

It was getting late, and the phone rang again and again. He didn't answer and drove the car directly to his home.