Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

The one who got on the bed should be a problem for him.

"Okay." Yan Rusheng nodded slightly, and then stunned all the documents in front of him, and handed them to Lifelike.

Xuxu took it with both hands and turned towards the sofa.

A moment later, there was a return to silence in the huge office.

One sitting at the desk and one sitting on the sofa, except for the occasional sound of turning the paper and the sound of typing on the keyboard, until after work hours, the secretary came knocking at the door and greeted Yan Rusheng to leave work, and then there was a movement again.

Xuxu heard the knock on the door and quickly got up and entered the room.

She happened to go back to the room to see if the pants were dry.

I touched my hands for a while, but the waist was not dry yet, but it didn't affect the wear.

She quickly put on her pants and took off Yan Rusheng's shirt. Knowing that he was a bit clean, he planned to take it to the bathroom for washing.

"what are you doing?"

Yan Rusheng suddenly entered the room.

Xu Xu turned, raised his shirt in his hand, and answered truthfully, "I'll wash the shirt."

"No need to wash." The tone of speech was unquestionable, and then he became gentle again. "If you are fine, let's go home."

Let's go home ...

These words are not only the listener of Wen Xuxu, he is also embarrassed when he finishes speaking.

His tone is too natural, it is as if back to many years ago, and Xuxing still lives in a verbalist.

He was never worthy of life. Whenever life was vivid, he always sat on the desk like a grandfather with his legs raised, impatiently urging life.

When Xuxu was busy, he easily jumped off the desk and said, ‘Hurry up, go home’ to Xuxu.

Although the tone at that time was different from the present, it was the same nature.

It took Xu Xu a while to nod his head, "Oh, okay."

She looked down at the shirt in her hand and thought for a while, "I'll take it home and wash it."

Said she tucked her shirt into a bag on the bed sheet, then lifted the bag, went to the bedside table and picked up her bag, and walked to Yan Rusheng, "I'm fine."

"Well." Yan Rusheng answered.

Then the two left the room one after the other.

Out of the elevator, they walked out of the Rongsheng gate side by side like the morning.

It just felt that the tall and short figures stood together, seemingly more harmonious than in the morning.

Xuanxu now has more than 10,000 people in the company, and shares the same office with the president.

As for whether the two have been working in the office every day, there are many rumors in the company.

For example, Master Yan and Mrs. Young make people tired after work ...

Of course, these rumors are only in the company, and no one dares to spread them.

For a week, they both went in and out of the house together, and out of the company together.

At 5 o'clock, the sun is still very poisonous, standing on the steps of the company's gate as before, waiting for the word to drive the car.

Suddenly the phone rang, and she took out a glance at the caller ID. The three words Jiang Zhuoheng made her heart twitch fiercely, and her face changed accordingly.

She slid down to answer, put it to her ear, and gently "feed".

There was a long-lost voice from Jiang Zhuoheng.

His voice sounded exhausted, and his nose was a little bit acidic. She restrained her guilt in her heart and replied faintly: "Just after work, are you going home? Are you busy recently?"

They haven't seen each other for more than a month since they came to the grandmother's hall.