Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Fang Jiayin sometimes surprised her. She was weak on the outside, but brave and determined on the inside.

True inside and out.

No wonder Yan Rusheng will like her, and have forgotten her for three years.

Secretary Liu turned and left. Fang Jiayin looked vivid and eloquent, and there was a hint of embarrassment on her face. She said, "Asheng, vivid, I am a little uncomfortable ..."

Before she could finish her words, Xu Xu suddenly interrupted her. "I'm a little thirsty, go get some water to drink."

With that, she lifted her feet and walked toward the buffet.

Yan Rusheng stared angrily at her skinny back, ready to catch up.

"Asheng."

Fang Jiayin stopped him suddenly.

He stepped back, turned to look at her, pursed his lips, and waited for her to speak.

"Don't always treat her with this fierce face." Fang Jiayin frowned, and said softly, "Be gentle with women, be soft, maybe the problem is solved."

Her dark eyes, with a little smile, were clear, simple and sincere.

Yan Rusheng pouted his lips and responded.

Then he turned to look at the direction that Xu Xu had just gone, and she had disappeared.

He glanced around and still couldn't find it.

I didn't see Jiang Zhuoheng either. He was upset and turned to get out of the door to breathe.

Head-on hit Lu Yinan.

"Yan San."

Yan Rusheng reached out to him with an impatient tone, "Give me a cigarette."

"Oh."

Seeing that he was irritable, Lu Yinan was very interesting and didn't say much. He took out a delicate cigarette case from his pocket and handed it to him.

Yan Rusheng held the cigarette case, opened it, took out a cigarette in his mouth, and lit the cigarette while walking.

Stepping out of the door, a piercing cold air rushed out of his face, and the smoke of Baiteng rattled out of his mouth, and he stepped down quickly.

This is the villa of the Lu family outside the Fourth Ring Road. It is usually not lived, and occasionally there are parties on festive days.

There is a rockery in the middle of the yard, with fountains, luxurious atmosphere.

Yan Rusheng held a cigarette in one hand and put it in his pants pocket with one hand. The temperature outside was below zero, and he didn't know how cold it was.

He stood next to the rockery, looking up at the night sky and the full moon in the sky, and he mocked himself.

My heart is toward the moon, but the moon is helpless.

He wanted to be her safe haven, but she was not rare at all.

"I won't do that."

"Hum, think about your parents!"

Suddenly, there was a quarrel between a man and a woman opposite the rockery. Although the voice was low, Yan Rusheng still heard who it was.

He was a little surprised, his steps quietly bypassed.

A chunky figure disappeared from the other side.

The tall woman remained, and she seemed to feel that someone was coming, and she turned suddenly.

Seeing that the people were living like words, Fang Jiayin staggered, "Asheng."

In response, she bowed her head nervously.

Yan Rusheng walked over and looked at Fang Jiayin suspiciously, "What are you doing with Liu Changjun here?"

"No ... nothing." Fang Jiayin lowered her head and shook it gently, rubbing her eyes as she said.

There seems to be some grievances.

Yan Rusheng saw that Fang Jiayin had an inexplicable concealment and did not follow up.

He took a deep puff of cigarettes, turned around and found a flat place on the rock, leaning back lazily.

He exhaled smoke and glanced at Fang Jiayin. "Isn't it good abroad?"