Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Just as Zhou Shuang taunted, a big tone.

"Are you saying that you are angry for you? Or are you angry for yourself?" Zhou Shuang's laughter stopped gradually. She picked up the colorful cocktail in front of her and gently pressed the glass against her lips Capricorn, watching Wen Xuxue with interest.

Wen Xuxu gave her a big white eye without thinking about it.

Nonsense, Yan Rusheng hates her so much, how could she be angry for her?

Obviously, his ‘Xiongwei’ has been challenged, and he is defending his Xuanwei.

Zhou Shuang frowned, a little puzzled, "But the last time he and the woman were dumped, didn't it just because the woman asked you to rub her feet on the newspaper in public to offend him?

Although she is abroad, she still pays close attention to some domestic news.

Wen Xuxu raised his eyebrows indifferently. "What happened then? I haven't even seen the tender model he handed over, hasn't he been dumped?"

She didn't know how disgusting and embarrassing it was that disgusting look that guy saw her when he went to his house that morning to find her.

Moreover, the investment of a movie is at least tens of millions, he said that unless he was crazy, he would spend a lot of money on her.

"Oh." Zhou Shuang nodded, but still felt strange under the heart, strange relationship between life and life.

It was strange since she transferred to school and met them.

I always feel that they don't really hate each other, but can't find any basis.

The female singer with a neutral voice sang an English song affectionately, bowed deeply to everyone with her guitar and then left.

Wen Xuxu and Zhou Shuang also suddenly became quiet.

Looking at the men and women in this bar, they borrowed wine to dispel sorrow and reveled in wine.

Xu Xu felt bored, perhaps because he couldn't drink.

"Today is the tenth anniversary of my marriage with my lover. I sang a song that I often sang downstairs in her dormitory when I chased her in college ten years ago and gave it to her, thanking her for her persistence in this past decade Don't give up, no matter how poor you are ... "

The voice of a middle-aged man suddenly appeared on the stage, and a simple and sincere confession attracted everyone's attention.

The chubby man, wearing a blue shirt, standing on the stage, holding a microphone in his hand, looking somewhere with a gaze, smiling happily.

A vivid look followed the man's gaze. A woman in black clothes sat there. The lights in the bar were dim and she couldn't see her looks. She only knew that she was holding a bunch of roses in her hand and her face was hanging on her face. The same happy moved smile.

The lights changed color, and a slightly sad melody sounded slowly.

A Mandarin song that most people are familiar with, 'Love Letter'.

"Unfortunately, love is not a few tears and a few love letters. It may be a bit cruel ..."

Xuxu listened to life, and at the climax, she couldn't help humming.

After the song was over, his wife went to the stage to dedicate the bunch of roses to her husband. There was applause from the audience, and some naughty young men whistled passionately.

Xu Xu's eyes popped out, as if in another environment.

"Xu Xu comes with me."

Suddenly, Zhou Shuang reached out and grabbed her wrist, dragging her in the direction of the concert stage.

Xuxu realized what she was going to do, and hurriedly resisted.