Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

"Director Liu, is the guest here?"

The girl stared at Wen Xuxu, and when she swept away, there was a shock in her eyes of water and spirit.

For a moment, he forgot to look away and settled on his handsome face without a trace of temperature.

What a curse his high-profile face!

Wen Xuxu gave a cold glance at Yan Rusheng's glance. His Zhang Jun face had not completely recovered his blood color at this time, and after a while, he seemed to lose weight.

Suddenly there was a strange feeling in my heart, and the softest place seemed to be touched by something.

It seemed that Wen Xuxu was watching him, and she turned back violently, which caught her off guard.

I was panicked for a while and didn't know where to look.

Yan Rusheng suddenly hooked his lips, and a wicked smile waved in the corner of his mouth.

Wen Xuxu felt like he was pierced by him, his hands **** uneasily.

Damn, for so many years, haven't you already been immune to his demon face, just staring at God just now.

"Wen Xuxu, don't even think about it."

Yan Rusheng leaned forward, a little closer to Wen Xuxu.

Forced her to lean back, "Ah ...?"

Xuxing's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, a pale flush appeared on her white cheeks, her eyes guilty of guilty concealment, and she did not dare to look at the yin-yin eyes.

Uneasy wondering what he meant by that sentence.

"Eyes can't kill." Yan Rusheng's waist almost turned to 90 degrees before he stopped, looking down at him with a victor's attitude, and said, "You ... must hate me now, right?"

What do you mean?

Wen Xuxu was puzzled and blinked.

Why did she hate him?

Yan Rusheng did not answer her doubts, straightened her waist, her long body stood up, her legs widened, and she approached the door of the five-star hotel.

Upon entering the door, a thick scent penetrated into his nose. It was coming out of the burning incense on the Xiangtang, and he could not escape.

Frowning, flashing the air in front of his hands, then pinching his nose, turning his head and giving Wen Xuxu a look.

Wen Xuxu was still in a daze, and after receiving his gaze, she entered the room in a hurry.

Walking in front of the little girl who just came down with a smile, "Where is our room?"

"Oh." The girl looked away from Yan Rusheng's face and looked at Wen Xuxu, a embarrassment flashed in her eyes.

Then she pointed at the stairs and said, "Upstairs, I'll take you up."

Wen Xuxu nodded, "OK."

She followed the girl, Yan Rusheng followed her closely, and behind him were the Mayor Liu and the director of the development department.

As soon as they went upstairs, the girl took them to open the door of the first room on the left, pointed to it, and introduced them: "This is a standard room, there is a toilet, and there is a bathtub."

Then he turned and pointed at the back. "The other rooms do not have a bathroom, and there is a public toilet in the middle."

Hearing the words, Yan Rusheng didn't hesitate and went into the standard room.

"I'll take a break first, don't bother me if I'm fine."

Turning his back to the crowd, he commanded four eyes as he turned to close the door.

He ignored them all and shut them out mercilessly.

In a standard room, Wen Xuxu didn't think that he would be humbled by words. He came here with condescension and nobleness. There is no five-star hotel enough to let him go. He didn't even give a standard room and let him go to a public toilet at night. It is estimated that he can go crazy overnight.

It's just that the mayor Liu is still here. Does he want to lose face? Anyway, say hello.

The girl took them to look at the remaining rooms in turn, and Wen Xuxu picked the one next door.

More than twenty square meters, a bed, a small computer desk, and a simple wardrobe, pastoral style wallpaper on the wall, bed linen covers are all pastoral style.

There are two windows in front and back, both of which are very windy. The white curtains are fluttered by the wind. There is a wind chime hanging in the middle of the room, which is made up of many large and small starfish and conch.

She liked it very much, and said hello to the mayor Liu, and hurriedly dragged the luggage into the room.

The 1.5-meter board bed did not have Simmons cushions, but only a thin layer of lightweight textile cushions, which was a bit shelved.

She knocked on the bedboard with her fist in her hand, and pouted.

It's so hard, I don't know if the young master is fine.