Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

A cold voice came from inside, "Come in."

Wen Xuxu opened the door, and his head went in first. Yan Rusheng was sitting on a luxurious office chair, with one arm resting on the armrest of the chair, holding his forehead on the back of his hand, and unbuttoning the three buttons on the collar of the white shirt.

Looks very tired.

"Mr. Yan." Wen Xuxu walked lightly and picked up Yan Rusheng's cup.

Still the cups of black coffee were not washed in the morning.

Holding the cup, she took a deep look at the words and stopped talking.

...

"Sister Xu Xu, have afternoon tea?"

At a West Point store next to the company, a lot of prosperous employees come to buy afternoon tea at three or four in the afternoon.

Wen Xuxu ran into the acquaintance as soon as he entered the door and greeted her warmly.

"Ok."

She nodded slightly, and walked straight towards the display cabinet for desserts.

Glancing at all the desserts in the display cabinet, he pointed a piece of triangular mousse and said to the salesperson, "Give me a piece of this, please pluck me the cream and jam on it."

"Miss, this one has the cream and jam on it. Are you sure you want to get rid of it?" The salesperson took out the cake and looked at Wen Xuxue, uncertainly.

Wen Xuxu nodded surely, "Well, no, thank you."

As she paid, she glanced at the drink display behind the cashier's counter and thought about asking for another carton of milk.

The elevator reached the top floor, and Wen Xuxu stepped out and stopped after she stepped down. She looked down at the lift in her hand and froze helplessly.

This is a time when people are sleepy. Everyone is holding a cup of coffee and working while refreshing, and the atmosphere is as quiet as ever.

Wen Xuxu walked to the living office door and reached out to knock.

"I have been in country F for two days, and I'm in a bad mood now.

There was a rumbling voice inside, who should be calling.

Wen Xuxu's hand stretched out to prepare to knock on the door suddenly trembled, his fingers rolled slowly, and his head looked down.

Look at the things in his hand, and tickled his lips.

...

"Sister Xu Xu, it seems that the lunch of the president today has curry sauce again."

Wen Xuxu leaned on the long bar counter next to the wall in the tea room, holding the mousse cake that she had just bought, without using a spoon, eating directly.

A colleague came over and poured water to see her and laughed at her.

Wen Xuxu hates curry sauce the most. He was born to order curry sauce deliberately from time to time. He also set an unwritten rule. Xu Xu is his secretary. What he eats for lunch, she must follow what.

Every time I have curry sauce for lunch, Xuanxu can't eat enough. I always have to buy something secretly in the afternoon.

So colleagues saw that she was eating in the tea room at this time, and she automatically understood that there was curry sauce in the lunch of the president.

Wen Xuxu's mouth was so stuffed that she heard a colleague's words and smiled slyly.

I thought it was not curry sauce for lunch, but it was not eaten at all.

After eating the cake halfway, she opened the milk again and sipped a few sips. She was preparing to pick up the cake and continue eating.

Gaze intently towards the door, her movement suddenly.

A pair of dark black eyes stared at her coldly, preventing her from opening her mouth to continue eating.

"Mr. Yan." After a short while, she reacted and greeted Yan Rusheng in a hurry.