Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

In her mind, traffic is still a major obstacle.

Yan Rusheng didn't answer, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, unpredictable.

Xu Xu glanced at him and said nothing.

Suddenly, she felt a chill in her body again, and her hair was standing at the same time.

Instinctively clasping his arms, his body snoring lightly.

‘Sneeze’

He sneezed again without warning.

"Have you caught a cold?" Yan Rusheng looked at Xu Zhexiang, noticed her strangeness, and reached out and touched her head.

This move is more surprising to Xu Xuan.

In these years, Yanru rarely showed such a warm and friendly side in front of her, especially after Fang Jiayin's departure, his young master's temper increased even more.

Today, she took care of her many times, and for a while she was a little accustomed to it.

"It's probably a bit cold, it's okay." Xuxu's footsteps naturally backed up by two steps.

There seemed to be a lingering temperature on her head, and she lowered her head and her cheeks were hot.

Yan Rusheng thought of something, and frowned, "You didn't find that black girl for a quilt last night?"

When she came in the morning, she was sneezing all the time. If it's cold, it probably isn't the reason why she just soaked in the sea water.

Black girl!

The corners of Xuxu's mouth twitched, and his heart wanted to be heard by A Ling. That hurts the little girl's heart, but he also gave him an extra poached egg in the morning.

"Just go back for some hot water."

Her voice was very low and almost inaudible.

"Let's go." Yan Rusheng said lightly and turned down the mountain.

Wen Xuxu clenched his lips tightly, staring deeply at the endless sea, some reluctantly, and then turned his head to helplessly.

Yan Ru glanced after the light, and inadvertently caught the bitterness that had just appeared on Xu Xuan's face. He also glanced at the sea, pursed his lips, didn't speak, and walked straight down the mountain.

Wen Xuxu walked in front of the words and walked quickly.

"snake!"

Suddenly, a shout of horror came from behind.

"Ah ... where?" Wen Xuxu stepped back conditionedly, holding his hands around his waist as if holding a life-saving straw, and climbing on him.

The legs were frightened.

This time she was facing Yan Rusheng, a pair of delicate little hands clasping Yan Rusheng's back, her hands sweated coldly, and she began to slip.

He managed to reach his thigh with both legs, and saw that it was going to fail again.

Yan Rusheng looked down at her funnyly, "Wen Xuxu, are you so afraid of snakes?"

Her white **** face was against his chest, and the touch was **** comfortable.

Suddenly the body began to tighten again and became stiff.

In particular, the reaction was most obvious somewhere underneath, and there was already very little standing.

Oh! day!

Why did he lie to this stupid woman that there was a snake? Isn't this all right?