Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Qiao Jian had just left his forefoot, and Yan Rusheng followed from the office, commanding to Xuanxu, who had just turned on the computer sitting at his desk, "Wen Xuxu, come in."

Xu Xu turned his head and looked at him doubtfully, "What?"

Yan Rusheng said solemnly: "You have delayed me all afternoon, come and help me translate the documents."

Wen Yan, a flash of sneer flashed in Xuxu's eyes, did she delay him all afternoon?

There is no reasonable reason to find her.

Of course, whatever she is asked to do is work, she doesn't matter.

"Okay." He nodded, and got up and followed Yan Rusheng into the office.

When turning around, Yan Rusheng's eyes flashed a sly light, and the enchanting red lips picked up a weird arc.

Walking to his desk, he picked up a stack of papers and handed it to her. "These cannot be returned to home without finishing tonight."

Xuxu reached out and took a look, glanced, and froze, when it came home, it didn't matter.

She walked down to the sofa with the file, and didn't look at it anymore.

There was a return to silence in the office.

It was getting late, and dusk was about to pass.

As soon as Xuxu worked, she forgot her meal, and she knew that her stomach was screaming and she remembered that supper had not been eaten yet.

She lowered her pen, touched her belly, and looked up at Yan Rusheng.

He was busy and had no time to think about her. A pair of good-looking hands tapped quickly on the keyboard of the laptop, as if he didn't know that he was hungry.

Xuxu thought, suddenly someone knocked on the door.

‘Tuk Tuk Tuk’

She looked towards the door, and a vocal voice sounded before her, "Come in."

Immediately after the door opened, a young man in a restaurant overalls carried two white plastic bags in his hand and walked in. "Hello, always, your takeaway."

Hearing the words, looking at Xiangyan astonishingly, when did he order the takeaway?

It's not like his style. She always did chores like ordering food when she was there.

Xu Xu was trembling, and suddenly he heard Yan Rusheng say, "Wife, give money."

In front of the take-away brother, he sang an intimacy called ‘wife’, but it was still vivid for a long time.

In response, she looked at the takeaway brother and nodded. "Okay, I'll get you the money."

Her bag was on the outside desk, and she said she got up and walked outside.

The takeaway brother also followed her out.

After paying the money, Xu Xuan sent the takeaway brother out of the president's office before returning to the living room.

Entering the door, Yan Rusheng had taken the meals out of the box and set them on the coffee table. When he saw the vividness come in, he waved at her with a smile.

Vigilant, he always felt that something was wrong tonight, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Looking at the delicious dishes, Xu Xingmo was still groaning in his stomach, and decided to eat first before talking.

She walked over, sat down beside Yan Rusheng, picked up chopsticks, and ate silently.

Yan Rusheng calls the restaurant she likes, and the food is very suitable to her taste, so that she won't want to move.

The lunch box on the coffee table was still waiting for her to take a rest. She dragged her tired body, took away the lunch box, went to the tea room and poured a glass of water into it, and continued to work.

The two returned to the static state again, and Yan Rusheng still heard the sound of typing on the keyboard from time to time, staring at the computer screen seriously.