Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Master Yan glanced around Xuxing's small living room, and then reluctantly said, "Although your home is a bit small and dirty, I can spend the night."

Xuxu ignored all his evaluations of her home, taken out of context, and cried in surprise: "You want to live in my home?"

Did she hear me right?

Yan Rusheng sat upright, holding her in disdain, and said coldly, "Don't feel flattered. Tomorrow, I will go home and sterilize Zhang Jian."

Wen Xuxu: "..."

Master, you are narcissistic!

"It's okay to run out of oil, can you just call the driver to pick you up?"

Since you are so disgusted and wronged, hurry up!

Even if he didn't dislike it, she couldn't let him stay at her house overnight.

Since the decision was made, there should be no more involvement between them. She could not let herself down, nor let A Heng be disappointed.

He was rejected, he was rejected.

Master Yan suffered his self-esteem and got up and looked down at Wen Xuxu sneer. "Wen Xuxu, I'm just a joke, do you really want me to condescend to stay in your puppy's nest?"

Your home is a kennel!

Xuxu scolded him in his heart, then got up and said lightly, "Then I send a message to go downstairs."

She said, how could he live in her house, let alone in a city, just like this, the young master Yan Yan was in the middle of the night. If he really wanted to go home, he could go back immediately.

Why can't I go because the car is out of gas.

If it was Fang Jiayin, he might not want to make an excuse, but she is not Fang Jiayin.

Master Yan is in a bad mood and is more irritable than when he came.

The tone of speech is naturally not better, "I am not going to take the elevator, what do you want to do?"

He strode towards the door, opened the door, and rushed out.

The door slammed shut, and the petite body shuddered.

What's going on here?

She looked at the door that had been closed rudely and blinked puzzledly for a while, and did not want to understand why his three young masters were angry.

"It's like menopause." She murmured softly, then turned, seeing the dish of pickled pickled fish eaten by her, she was more curious.

What kind of method did grandma use to invite him, and gave her fish in the middle of the night.

...

He knew that he shouldn't be here, but he didn't discuss it, and he was rejected by the stupid woman.

Master Yan regretted his blame along the way, and the speed was like a rocket launch.

That night he lost sleep.

He didn't sleep well for two consecutive nights, and there was a hint of nagging on his handsome face.

Xu-xu brewed the coffee, carried it to him, and laid it down. He lowered his lips and pursed his lips without looking at her, and she didn't say anything.

Turned around and walked away gently.

Yan Rusheng looked up, watching her last figure before closing the door, her dark eyes gradually deepened.

She hated him as much as a kid and disliked him.

If ... he was saying that in case one day, he really loved her to the point where the quack doctor said that she would be so desperate to lose her life.

Before Jiang Zhuoheng did not return, she did not have that feeling for him. Now that Jiang Zhuoheng is back, it is even more impossible.

There was only Jiang Zhuoheng in her eyes and heart. He once thought that there was only Fang Jiayin in his heart.

At this point, he lost to her again.