Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

But he was so exhausted, no matter how gentle he was, his already cold heart could not cover it.

This time, Xu Xu cried for a long time, and his throat became dumb for a long time.

She never cried like this, and even when he held Fang Jiayin's hand in front of her again, she was so hurt, so painful, and hopeless.

Like she said, he can dislike her, but he can't trample her like that.

She pushed away her words, wiped her tears with her hands, and choked in a tone: "I'm gone, I'm sorry I fell asleep at the meeting today."

Even with an apology, the attitude is high.

For so many years, she had humbled before him once, and she exhausted everything.

After speaking, she lifted her feet and walked to the door, walking past Yan Rusheng's side.

"Wen Xuxu, I'm still single, how can you marry someone?" Yan Rusheng suddenly reached out and clasped Xuxu's wrist.

The words did not end, he had hugged her horizontally.

He hugged her and strode to the sofa.

"Yan Rusheng, what are you doing? Let go of me, let me go." Xu Xu crying and struggling, **** wildly on Yan Rusheng's body.

Going to the sofa, Yan Rusheng threw her on the sofa, and the next second he pressed his tall body down, pressing her restless body.

Xuanxu scolded him, "Your asshole, you **** ... wow ..."

Yan Rusheng held her face with both hands and sealed her mouth. When the lips fell, she was overbearing and rude, and a salty smell filled the mouths of the two.

I don't know whose lips are broken.

Her body was so soft that he could not rub into his body so that she would belong to her from now on.

Xu-xu's hand was on his back, and he tore up his shirt. He could only make a ‘wow’ protest sound in his mouth.

Seeing a beast-like man pressing on her, her tears once again broke through the line of defense.

'Snapped'

A slap, falling heavily on Yan Rusheng's face, this slap she did her best.

Contains all the love and hate she has for him over the years.

The crisp applause and hot pain made the words that were about to lose their senses wake up suddenly.

He raised his head violently, panic appeared in the black pupils, and looked at the little woman under her, her tearful eyes sparkling.

The lamp suddenly turned on.

Wen Xuxu was already crying, his eyes were red and swollen, and the corners of his lips were stained with blood.

She looked at him with such cold despair.

Yan Rusheng took a fierce fist, and for a moment, he quickly wiped her tears with her hand, "Wen Xuxu ..."

He wanted to say whether Wen Xuxue could not marry Jiang Zhuoheng, but Xuxu didn't give him a chance to talk.

"In the world, it's not only Fang Jiayin that a woman is a woman. You should also respect the woman you don't love the least." Her voice was just like her eyes, without the slightest temperature, only a little husky.

As she pushed him away, she sat up, and Yan Rusheng got up and sat beside her, with her arms on her legs, her head down, and she was a little embarrassed.

Xuxu looked at him sideways, "You are willing to be alone for Fang Jiayin, and I ... do not want to wait for her with you."

After that she got up and left.

"Wen Xuxu, most cancer patients find it to be advanced."

There was a murmur of voice behind him, and his footsteps paused, but he didn't stop, and left absolutely.