Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

After pouring a glass of water out of the tea room, she returned to her seat and looked at the time. At four thirty, it was almost time to get off work.

She leaned back, then raised her head, closed her eyes, her eyelashes and eyelids trembling together.

Hey, what should come is always coming, what should be done is always doing.

He sighed helplessly, opened his eyes vividly, lowered the cup, held the mobile phone in one hand, picked up the bag in one hand, and got up while walking outside the office while talking on the phone.

"I'm Wen Xiu, I'm leaving now."

She strode heavy and determined every step.

...

Jincheng.

"Mr. Yan, Madam, she held a press conference and apologized to the Y country for the scandal." Qiao Jian knocked on the door of Yan Rusheng's room, holding a tablet in his hand, and hurriedly sat in the office Yan Lu, who was working at the table, walked there.

On hearing the words, Yan Rusheng's hand holding a pen suddenly stopped, and a handsome layer of haze appeared on his handsome face.

Qiao Jian put the tablet in front of him, playing a press conference held by Wen Xuxu in Kyoto a few minutes ago.

She stood in front of the camera, flashing flashes across her face.

Even though she was standing straight on the waist, she was not humble, and she was calm and eager to answer questions from reporters.

It can be said that the heart is still alive.

She is warm and vivid, cold and proud, warm and vivid, which can make everyone so drunk that she is sober.

How can I ignore such rumors and have a press conference to clarify and apologize.

He speculated suspiciously, and for a moment there was a positive answer in his mind, and a layer of frost was frozen in his eyes.

"Get ready and go back to Kyoto."

Unquestionable tone.

As he got up, he strode towards the closet.

Qiao Jian looked out the window, hesitated for a second, and then he pondered and said, "General Yan, it's almost dark. Shall we go back now?"

Yan Rusheng turned to look at him, raising his eyebrows coldly, "What's the problem?"

Then he reached out and took the coat out of the closet and put it on his body.

Qiao Jian did not dare to neglect and was busy preparing.

In the restaurant, Xu Xu drank the cold-proof **** soup that Zhang Ye cooked for her after the meal. The cola was cooked at high temperature, and it was breathless, only sweet.

For the effect, Zhang Huan put a little **** on it, it was a bit spicy, and her throat was uncomfortable.

"I can't drink anymore, my throat hurts."

She lowered the bowl, touched her throat with her hands, and spoiled her mouth.

In fact, she didn't want to drink a bite, but the old man's thoughts and painstakingly remembered her, she couldn't bear to live up to her.

Since everyone said that her throat hurts, of course Zhang Ye would not persuade her to drink again. "Do n’t drink anymore. Drink more water."

"Um." Xuxu smiled and nodded. "Then I'll go upstairs first."

Said she got up and was about to leave the restaurant.

"Master Three is back."

The voice of a maid came suddenly outside.

He is back? Xu Xu looked up in surprise, and Yan Rusheng's tall figure had appeared at the door of the restaurant, in a suit and shoes.

Seeing his handsome face, a flash of joy flashed in her eyes, making it too late to capture.

It was a joy from the heart, which she couldn't control.

Yan Rusheng looked at her and looked at her face, and he wondered. What a reason he was so rushed back so late?

If there was a reason, he thought ... it might be because of love.