Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

She glanced at the phone with its back facing up. This was his phone with his personal number.

Without much thought, she shouted to Yan Rusheng in the direction of the bathroom again: "Yan Rusheng, your phone is ringing."

"You answer."

Yan Rusheng didn't ask who was calling, letting life come directly.

Xu Xu said ‘Oh’, walked over, picked up the phone, and called ‘Ming An Sheng’.

As soon as she saw someone she knew, she ignored her attention and immediately picked it up, yelling ‘Master Ming’ very familiarly.

It took about two seconds before Ming Ansheng's surprised voice came, "Lifelike?"

Xuxu automatically understood that he was asking where Ruyan was born, explaining: "Yuan was born in the bath."

"Oh, you ... you're okay now."

There was a hint of doubt and temptation in Ming Ansheng's tone.

He smiled lightly, "Thank you, Master Ming, for taking the time to care about the life of old classmates."

She thinks that she and Yan Rusheng are getting married, Ming An Sheng is more or less certain.

His grandfather tried his best to marry the verbalist, and it was completely irrelevant. Wen Xinyi had suffered such a great shame in Rongsheng before.

Anyway, he is her pro-cousin, and it is natural to take care of him.

"I said Wen Xuxu, we are still old classmates, do you have to be so unfamiliar with us?"

Ming Ansheng complained dissatisfied.

Despite his high pitch, Vivid heard the deliberate concealment in his tone.

She didn't know what he wanted to test her, only if he was worried about marrying her and Yan Rusheng.

But she thought it was her and Yan Rusheng's business. Except for A Heng, she didn't need to worry about anyone's feelings.

She dare to conclude that even without her, Yan Rusheng would not marry Wen Xinyi, and he was never the kind of person who would be bound by anything.

"You're wrong, Master Ming, where do I have to get acquainted with you? I don't think you can make it too late."

Her tone was as usual and sincere, but she felt like she was still away.

"Well, you and Yan San are really the same kind of person, and now I find that you two are really a natural pair." Ming Ansheng was a little annoyed, but his tone was not like a joke.

After a pause, he continued: "After a few words, you ask him to call me."

Xu Xu said, "Hmm," and hung up.

"Wen Xuxu, what about my clothes?"

She just bent over and lowered her phone, and suddenly there was a vocal voice in front of her. She instinctively looked up, followed by a small face from the forehead to the neck.

It took a while for her throat to make a sound, "You ... how did you come out?"

Yan Rusheng looked innocent, "Did you not let me come out and get it myself?"

She asked him to come out and take it, but didn't he let him come out like this?

He clearly did it on purpose, frowning vividly, "Then ... why don't you wear clothes?"

"How can I wear it without clothes?" Yan Rusheng narcissistically glanced at his body with the **** version of his eyes, and then raised his eyebrows and smiled vividly, "how? Is it good-looking?"

At this moment, Xuxu even turned the back of his hands red. A pair of apricots was soaked in ink, shimmering, shy and annoyed ...

"Look? Do you want to touch it?" Yan Rusheng approached her step by step, smirking at the corner of her mouth.

Only then did Xuxu react, annoyed why he didn't turn around now.

She hurriedly turned around and shivered in disappointment. "Clothes are on the sofa, you go and put them on."