Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

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Out of the door of the clubhouse, he asked curiously, "Your words are like life. Why isn't your brother a brother-in-law?"

"Are you stupid or pretending?" Yan Rusheng looked at the little woman frowning suspiciously. "Your sister, don't you call my brother-in-law?"

Hearing the words, Xu Xu was surprised for a moment, then bowed his head and said "Oh".

It turned out that she couldn't help feeling warm.

She didn't want to guess why he suddenly over and over again wanted to break through the line of defense she had worked hard to establish against him.

What kind of wind and waves did her heart have with him? She thought it was already indestructible. Even if she was bruised all over, could she not heal herself?

So what is she afraid of? Is there anything to be prepared for?

Just now, she succeeded in enlightening herself, and her mood suddenly opened up.

"I'm hungry."

She touched her belly and looked up at Yan Rusheng with bright eyes.

Yan Rusheng felt that the stars in the sky were not as bright as her eyes, and the coquettish taste in his tone could not help but make him feel good.

He stretched his hands around her waist and pressed her body tightly against his own body.

Then he lowered his head and kissed her in the eyebrow again, and rebuked him, "Who told you not to eat and talk to other men?"

Xu Xu was a little surprised, he would even do such an intimate behavior in the public.

He once said that kissing and embarrassing people in the large courts especially affected the appearance of the city, and they were all childish scums of society.

Then, can she call him 'naughty social scum that affects the appearance'?

"The childish social scum that affects the appearance of the city." Lifelong thought, and then he really blurted out that long list of titles, and then said dissatisfied, "Isn't that a kind heart for you and your true love to make room."

Yan Rusheng gave her a cold eye, "You are not me, how do you know who my true love is?"

After asking him, he realized, "The naive social scum that affects the appearance?"

Why does this sound so familiar?

Xuxu deliberately kept him from thinking about it, and quickly shifted away from the topic, "Oh, I'm so hungry, I want to eat the fried rice noodles next to one of the middle schools, I don't know if I have a hiccup."

Her words successfully distracted Master Yan's attention. He loosened her waist and held her hand. "Go and see if you don't know."

Xuxu admires herself, always finding an exit in her dilemma, even if she knows that the exit will be more dangerous, but she thinks that at least it is a new beginning, rather than being tangled.

Compared with the lifelike warm and harmonious back, the tall figure at the gate of the clubhouse looked so lonely, and a pair of good-looking eyes looked at them as if they were lost.

Fang Jiayin, you already expected this result, didn't you?

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The car entered a quiet lane on the back door of a middle school. Several shops were still on. One was closing the stall. An old lady in her fifties, wearing a dark red sweater and an apron, would be placed in the doorway. Carton of milk moved into the room.

Xuxu watched the old lady pull Yan Yansheng with excitement, and her other finger passed, "Look, isn't that our English teacher's wife?"

The small shops and snack bars on this road are all run by the family members of a middle school teacher.

Yan Rusheng glanced over there, disdain: "I saw it, don't be so excited."