Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

"Hum" snorted coldly, "Take it to feed Huangbao!"

Speaking of him getting up and picking up the plate of pickled fish, no matter how Wang Daqin shouted, he resolutely carried the pickled fish out and went upstairs.

Looking around, Huang Bao was not upstairs.

He returned to the room and put the pickled fish on the coffee table ...

Master Yan was ill. He was really ill. He was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and tossing and turning asleep, just like last night.

The smell of pickled fish was permeating the room.

He suddenly opened his black eyes, got up, turned on the lights, and looked at the plate of pickled fish.

‘I ’ve been working at home for almost a week, how can I go to bed so early ...’

There was a vivid complaint in his ear, and he immediately glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, before eleven o'clock.

Suddenly an important decision was made in his heart. He got out of bed and went downstairs to find a **** plastic bag and put the plate of pickled fish in the plastic bag.

Go downstairs with the bag.

The servants at home were all asleep, and only the lights were on in the living room, and the light was not very bright.

Yan Rusheng walked straight to the door after going downstairs.

"Master Three, did you enter the kitchen just now?"

Zhang Ye's voice suddenly came from behind him. Master Yan was startled, and almost nervously threw the bag in his hand.

He turned and shook his head to deny, "Not me."

"Master, where are you going so late?" Zhang Huan walked towards him in wonder, looking at the bag in his hand as he walked, "What's your hand?"

"Trash." Yan Rusheng grasped the bag tightly and closed it with a guilty conscience. "I just couldn't sleep and wanted to go out for a walk and threw the trash by the way."

Zhang Ye nodded in understanding, "Oh, young people are under great pressure now, and they lose sleep at a young age, so don't go too far, it's still cold outside at night."

"I see, you go to bed." Master Yan was a little impatient, waved his hand to Zhang Huan, then went out with the bag, and turned toward the garage.

You said you were going out for a walk? What to do in the garage?

Zhang Zheng was puzzled, and the familiar black Mercedes S600 drove away from her eyes.

Dizzy, obviously driving or driving.

...

The black Mercedes-Benz S600 parked in front of the Xuxu family unit. The handsome man sat in the car and looked up at the lighted house on the seventh floor.

He was annoyed why he came here with a plate of **** pickled fish.

This move is too nervous.

But it's already here, isn't it more nerve-racking?

After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth, pushed the door and got out of the car. He walked around to the front passenger seat and opened the door to lift the pickled fish out.

Lock the door, turn and walk towards the electronic door of the Xu Xujia unit.

He stunned Xuxue ’s videophone. When the words appeared in the picture, Wen Xuxu thought he saw a ghost, and cried in surprise, "Are you alive?"

Who is he not?

Could it be that she thought it was Jiang Zhuoheng?

Thinking about it this way, Master Yan's morale quickly deteriorated. "I haven't seen him for only a few hours. I don't even remember what I look like. I opened the door quickly."

The electronic door opened, he took pickled fish in one hand, fist in one hand, and went in.

Wen Xuxu was standing at the door, and when she heard the knock, she immediately opened the door.

A tall man came into her eyes, with a strong aura, and ... a taste of pickled fish.

She looked at his handsome face, dark and dark, and seemed to be in a bad mood, so she thought carefully and said, "General Yan, why are you here?"