Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

As soon as she got in the car, Wang Daqin saw the ring on her hand, and the feeling of loss in her heart became stronger.

"Hey, Yan San, that indisputable thing."

She scolded angrily, then took the lifelike hand and placed it in her palm, rubbing the diamond on the ring with her thumb, and said with relief: "But Aheng is a good boy. You are not with the naughty. Although my grandma is very sorry, but you can find a good place to live, my grandma will be relieved. "

Xu Xu smiled and said nothing.

The car was slowly moving forward. She didn't know where to go, but she knew the old man must have arranged it.

It rained for a while and then it was small.

The words you say are not irritable, and you can't settle for anything.

‘Yan San, today ’s lifelike birthday. Ah Heng ’s family all came to her birthday banquet today. I ’m going to be there as a lifelike mother ’s family member. You take care of it yourself. ’

Ears echoed what Grandma said to him on the phone an hour ago.

He was holding a cup of strong black coffee, and the thumb of his thumb casually capped at the mouth of the cup, as if waxed nails glowed gracefully under the white light.

Dark eyes like Mo Yu looked into the distance, and the city shrouded in light rain fell into a gloom, like his mood.

‘Let ’s ask the groom and the bride to exchange rings…’

‘The groom can kiss the bride. ’

Often this is the case, the more you are unwilling to remember things, the more haunting you are.

Unexpectedly, the rain began to hit again, and the rain hit the glass, and the sound of the rush was like encouraging his irritable heart.

Finally, he couldn't bear it and suddenly got up.

‘Tuk Tuk Tuk’

Just then, suddenly someone knocked on the door.

Yan Rusheng lowered his head and picked up important documents on the table. He heard a knock at the door, and he answered coldly, "Come in."

The door opened and it was his assistant Qiao Jian.

"Mr. Yan, the new corporate plan from the PR department has just been sent in, and your signature is urgently needed."

Qiao Jian said as he walked to the opposite side of Yan Rusheng, and reached out and handed the documents in him.

Yan Rusheng took it, briefly glanced at it, and quickly signed it, and then handed it back to Qiao Jian, "I'm leaving first, don't let anyone come to my office."

"Okay." Qiao Jian nodded and turned to leave.

Yan Rusheng stopped him suddenly, "Qiao Jian."

"Yes, always." Qiao Jian turned around and looked at him with a look on standby.

"Well ... what do you usually prepare for a confession?" Yan Rusheng's face quickly climbed into a hint of blush, and the whole person looked unnatural.

There was always only a woman chasing him. For the first time, he was racking his brains thinking how to please a woman's heart.

In addition to not being able to pull his face, there is a bit jerky.

Qiao Jian looked at the suddenly red face of his boss and wanted to make fun of it.

But without that courage, "of course there are no fewer roses."

"Rose?" Yan frowns, asking not sure: "What is the success rate of roses?"

That stupid woman likes roses? If he likes, he can send her a rose manor.

Forget it, let's send her some flowers to complete the business.

Assistant Qiao was very puzzled. "Isn't Mr. Yan already developing a wedding ring with Secretary Wen?"

Why confess? Still worried about the success rate?

After the question, the master replied, and he rushed to answer for him, "I know, the president is asking for a marriage, and the roses are not less."