Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

So if he did those cliché things to him, would she also like it?

Yan Rusheng hesitated for a while, then decided to give it a try, "What flowers are more appropriate?"

Master Lu helped him over there, and said from his heart, "Yu Yansheng, I finally understand why Fang Jiayin left, and you did n’t even know what flowers the woman sent. She can stand you for years. It's really enough. "

After voicing an injustice for Fang Jiayin, he immediately went on to say: "Of course it is a passionate rose. I think your EQ must have been eaten by your IQ."

Master Lu is like an aunt. He counts and teaches him how to do it. "Candlelight dinner, you have n’t brought a woman. Have you ever seen it on TV? Take her home after dinner and watch it at fifty Ash, you will have an unexpected gain. "

"I'll send you the seeds when I come home from work. You can watch it after you go home after a candlelight dinner."

Yan Rusheng listened carefully, and when Lu Yinan's voice stopped completely, he realized that "Oh".

Hanging up the phone, he started talking about candlelight dinner.

Order flowers, order gifts.

More important than any work piled up on his desk.

With everything in place, he settled into work.

These days, every night they both have to work in the company for a while. It gets dark when there are many things.

The hour hand was already at six o'clock. He cleanly packed all the papers, then got up and went to the room to look at the mirror and arrange his instruments. Then he went out smartly.

Opening the door, he stared straight at Wen Xu's position.

The smile on his face suddenly froze, what about people?

The lifelike location was empty, her figure was not seen, the table was cleaned up, the computer was shut down, and it was obvious that the person had left.

Stupid woman, playing alone with him again!

Yan Rusheng was so annoyed that he quickly drew his mobile phone out of his pocket and dialed a vivid number.

But the response was ‘The user you called has been shut down’.

"Wen Xuxu, don't let Lao Tzu find you."

He squeezed his phone tightly, lifted his feet, and walked angrily towards the elevator.

...

The traffic is full of traffic, and the entire city of Kyoto is plunged into the bustling night, and Yan Rusheng is driving in the car in the noisy city center aimlessly.

Didn't go home, not with Grandpa, didn't go to the orphanage that far, and didn't stay with Zhou Shuang, where would she go?

‘What happened to Ah Heng? ’

Wen Xuxu, how good if you just get angry and go out for a walk ...

Xuanxu got out of the car and looked at the window on the second floor of the study on the second floor.

Enter the door, change shoes, and go upstairs.

"Where did you go at night?"

As soon as he turned around, there was a sudden, low voice in front of him.

She paused and looked up.

Yan Rusheng leaned against the door of the study, wearing the white home clothes he most often wore, soft cloth, loose and loose, hands in his pants pockets.

A pair of dark eyes like Mo Yu firmly locked the small, slap-like face of Xu Xuan, as if she did not let go of any of her expressions or eyes.

But when Xu Xu opened his mouth to answer, he suddenly interrupted her again. "Don't shut down next time I go out, I can't find you everywhere."

He thought, no matter where she went or who she met, wasn't this place where she was going to return later?