Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

The tone of complaining was murky and straightforward.

Just as when she was a kid, she pointed at him and scolded him for not planting, and he crouched with tears on his neck, crying very wronged.

Like an airbag.

This was the first time after that, he showed weakness in front of her for the first time, and did not immediately roar back after she yelled at him.

She was a little soft-hearted, and said lightly, "There is still a little soup, you always eat slowly, I'm full."

She pushed the soup bowl to the side where the words were live.

Then got up and walked towards the door.

Yan Rusheng looked at her back, the petite back, and he looked at it from this angle countless times.

But this time he saw a faint feeling.

The door was opened and closed, and the little figure disappeared. He slowly retracted his gaze and sighed deeply in his heart. He thought of her as soon as possible.

The person she has been waiting for has been Jiang Zhuoheng, and the one he should have in mind is Fang Jiayin.

He thought that it was a habit to rely on her for a long time, a wrong dependence.

Maybe no more contact, no more meeting, this feeling and habit will naturally change.

...

Wen Xuxu got the news in the afternoon, Wen Xinyi returned to the company, and served as the deputy director of the public relations department.

She was holding a water glass and leaning lazily on a chair, looking at Wen Xinyi's original position.

Since Wen Xinyi is back at the company, why not go to the president's office and continue to be a secretive secretary, why go to the public relations department?

Could it be said that the old lady in the post of secretary was someone else?

Hey, I do n’t understand, I ’ll wait till I see her old man to ask and understand.

Xu Xu took back his thoughts, sat upright, lowered the glass, and continued working.

When he was off work, Wen Xuxu packed his things, got up and left the seat with his bag, walked to the entrance of Yan Rusheng's office, hesitated for a while, and finally did not knock.

She didn't say hello and left.

It's early summer, the weather is getting longer and longer, just before five o'clock, the sun is still hanging high.

She exited the gate of Rongsheng and walked towards the bus station.

"Wen Xuxiu."

Suddenly someone called her behind, a familiar woman's voice.

Xu Xu stopped and turned, and a smile was raised at the corner of his mouth, "Miss Wen."

Wen Xinyi wore a pink-white mid-sleeve dress, carrying a pink bag from Hermès in her hand, and wearing Chanel's boat shoes on her feet, showing her status as a giant.

She walked coldly to lifelikeness, coming menacingly.

Xuxu looked at Wen Xinyi indifferently, and stared at her with hatred.

"Wen Xuxu, Yan Rusheng will not marry you, Grandma Yan has promised our marriage." Wen Xinyi said with a hug of chin.

The grandfather said that she must be driven away from Yan Rusheng's side so that she could take the position.

Because now she is a spare tire in the eyes of her grandma.

Although Grandpa's words were straightforward, she could not accept it when she heard it, but then she carefully weighed it in her heart. Compared to a man as good as a man, she was willing to be a spare spare tire.

One day she will come to power.

Wen Xuxu's bright eyes were not shocked, and he smiled lightly: "Congratulations."

Her response surprised Wen Xinyi a little. She thought she would show sadness and unwillingness, but she didn't expect her to be so calm.

Is she too confident or does she really care?