Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

The next morning, the dining table was the same as usual, and the two were sitting face to face, except for the occasional sound of the knife and fork hitting the plate, there was no sound.

After Xu Xu finished eating, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and got up to leave.

The opposite Yan Rusheng suddenly said, "Wen Xuxiu, you should be fortunate, when you were unconscious, you called my name instead of ..."

He paused pretentiously, raised his head, and looked at the vividness, his lips carrying a cold smile, "Jiang Zhuoheng!"

what? She called his name when she was unconscious? What else did she say?

Xu Xu became guilty and did not want Yan Rusheng to discover. She lowered her eyes and did not look at him, and said lightly, "It has always been that you think so."

He has always been talking to himself, saying how much she and A Heng love each other, thinking she loves A Heng much.

Because it is not important, it is so indifferent to associate her with others.

"Oh, isn't it?" Yan Rusheng sneered, holding a napkin in his hand, and wiped his mouth in a hurry. "But no matter how deep your relationship with Jiang Zhuoheng is, we are married together and we are young. When I grow up, I feel obliged to let you recognize the facts. "

As he put down his napkin, he suddenly got up, a pair of dark eyes staring sharply at life, "Where in the world is Jiang Zhuoheng worthy of your love? Worth you to give up such a good opportunity to study abroad and bet on you in your heart? You gossip all over the sky now, scolded everywhere, where are others? "

His exasperated interrogation echoed in the restaurant.

"Your words are like life!" Xuxu shouted hysterically, and then tears began to rain.

He knew that he knew about her chance to give up studying abroad.

But ... he didn't know who she was for, but he knew it was her scar, and he knew it, but he tore it so cruelly.

"Why? Speaking of your pain?" Yan Rusheng saw vivid tears, and instead of imagining the sense of accomplishment that finally provoked her emotions, she became increasingly irritable.

He hooked his lips, and his smile was full of irony, "Did you not give up the opportunity to study abroad at the beginning? You said to you that you want to go to school abroad, saying that it is your dream. I did not expect your dream to be so worthless. A person whose heart is not completely on you can give up. "

Damn Jiang Zhuoheng, he just didn't know to cherish it.

If she was for him, how good.

Xuxing growled and cried, "Yes, for so many years, I loved the wrong person, so I deserve to bear everything now."

Then she turned and ran out quickly.

Looking at her disappearing back, Yan Rusheng had never regretted it, and wanted to catch up, but her feet seemed to be fixed.

What he wanted was not so.

...

Cry and laugh.

But he still had to work. Life took a cup of coffee, adjusted his mood, put himself into work, and was smiling.

In the studio, the pretty woman standing in front of the camera, wearing a big red open-back skirt and V-neckline, perfectly outlined her good figure.

She constantly poses for the camera in various shapes, sometimes enchanting, sometimes charming, sometimes cold.

The photographer kept pressing the shutter, and the smile on his face never faded.

"OK, work."

Taking the last shot, he made an OK gesture to the pretty woman in front of the camera.