Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Loose cartoon pajamas shrouded her petite body, and as she walked, she scratched her messy hair that had been rolling on the bed all night.

A pair of fair little feet were dragging along almost lazily.

His eyes were so hot that Wen Xuxu couldn't ignore it. When he was about to enter the bathroom, she glanced at him lazily, "Why did you run early in the morning?"

Today is not the weekend, does he not need to go to the company? Why run to her?

"Wen Xuxu, you come to me." Yan Rusheng suddenly took a big step forward, grabbed Wen Xuxu's wrist, and dragged her into the bathroom.

Before Wen Xuxu could make a cry, the bathroom door was closed and locked.

"Yan Rusheng." Jiang Zhuoheng hurried over, but he was one step too late. He drew his fist against the bathroom door. "Yan Rusheng what are you doing?"

In the bathroom, Yan Rusheng was leaning against the bathroom door, and a knock on the door made him feel more irritable.

He turned to the outside and said coldly, "Can Jiang Zhuoheng be a little better? If I want to treat Wen Xuxue, what else do you have?"

This sounded arrogant, but Jiang Zhuoheng outside the door raised a stack.

Yeah, what if he really wanted to talk to Wen Xuxu, and what happened to Jiang Zhuoheng?

The knock on the door suddenly stopped, and Yan Rusheng stroked a hint of subtle accomplishment in his heart.

Wen Xuxu couldn't hear anything outside, but her heart was tight, and she glared angrily, "You're too much."

She was like a little kitten that had blown hair, and stretched out her hands, clutching the shoulders of Yan Yansheng, trying to drag him open and opening the door.

"Don't move." Yan Rusheng reached out and grabbed her small waist, easily controlled her, and lowered her head in a warning voice.

A deep voice, accompanied by his fresh, minty scent, was fragrant in her ears.

Her body trembled uncontrollably.

The next second, his nice voice sounded above her again, "Wen Xuxue you blush."

With a playful smile, her little face instantly turned red to the ears.

She looked up indignantly. "What exactly do you want to do?"

Why does she always embarrass her in this way.

Complaints as a child, so many years, is not enough?

"Wen Xuxu, your good deeds, but now your scandal and I have spread all over the country." Yan Rusheng's smile didn't fade away, but his voice suddenly became cold.

"My gossip and you?" Wen Xuxu looked up, looking at the words incredulously.

What's their gossip?

Is it ... was it that she was photographed in a dispute with Ouyang Qingqing at the mall yesterday, and then captured by the media?

Other than that, she couldn't think of why she and Yan Rusheng would have a scandal suddenly.

Yan Rusheng was also looking at her, the disgust revealed in the deep black eyes, and the pain of acupuncture in the vivid heart.

Suddenly, she didn't know the strength she had taken, and pushed hard, and she broke away her hands, and she stepped back by two steps.

"Then you shouldn't run to my house. We just got a gossip. You come to my house afterwards. Isn't it true that the gossip is true?" She took a step forward and grabbed the words of life. One arm, dragging him, the other hand was about to open the door. "Hurry up, I don't want to be stared at by paparazzi every day in my life."