Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

"Zhang Ye."

Xu Xu instinctively thought it was Zhang Ye, and shouted, and she walked towards the kitchen door.

What came out of the kitchen was a tall figure.

He was wearing a vivid green apron and two glasses of milk in his hand. He glanced at him vividly. "Lazy woman, get ready for breakfast."

He put two glasses of milk on the dining table, and then he took off his apron, opened the chair and sat down, eating himself.

Xuxu hasn't responded yet. Early in the morning, wouldn't she still be dreaming?

She walked to the opposite side of Yan Rusheng in doubt, and looked at his handsome face.

Yan Rusheng saw that she didn't do it, and frowned at her, "You left early yesterday, and still want to be late today?"

Xu Xu said, "Oh," he took the milk and took a small sip. His eyes were still on Yan Yusheng's body.

How he suddenly became a man at home is simply incredible.

"You haven't looked very well these days. Take my car and go to the company."

Yan Rusheng's voice suddenly sounded opposite.

The tone was soft and light, and it sounded nothing like they were in conflict.

Xu Xu couldn't help asking: "Are you trying to make peace with me?"

Yan Yan paused, rolled his eyes to see the vivid, "You think too much."

Stupid woman, just know it, you have to ask.

Xu Xu said, "This is the last breakfast."

Master Yan was angry, he put down the knife and fork, and shouted at the little girl opposite: "Wen Xuxue, you don't eat Lao Tzu and eat you, believe it?"

What last breakfast, did she just want to break up with him?

Early in the morning, what a shame!

Xuxu's heart trembled a bit, and how could he dare to say anything, and hurriedly ate it.

In the end, Xuxu was still sitting in a lively car. After a few days, Rongsheng's big boss and the boss's wife took the same car again and went in and out.

There was no such news in the newspaper.

Yan Rusheng expressed his dissatisfaction, and he would like to call and greet the bad media companies.

The report did not report, and the rumors that should not have been reported, really wanted to kill them in minutes.

I lit a cigarette, took a few sips, no mood, and went out again.

Suddenly there was a text message reminder on the hand on the table. He glanced, then picked up the phone, opened the text message, "Mr. Yan, bidding time on the 15th is rush, you are ready."

Yan Rusheng finished reading the text message and did not reply. He put down the phone. He leaned back lazily, put an arm on the armrest of the chair, held his cheek on the back of his hand, and thought for a while. A number.

When he answered the phone, he immediately said, "Come to my company at night and help me make a tender."

After talking, he hung up.

Then he got up, walked to the hanger, took off his coat, and strode out of the office.

...

In the afternoon, Xuxu followed the public relations department to the countryside to follow up the location shooting work. It was dark when he got home.

Upon entering the house, she walked straight into the restaurant.

"Miss, you're back. Hurry up and eat."

There was only Zhang Ye's busy figure in the restaurant, and she was a little disappointed.

No, why did she start expecting again?

Xu Xu held his mind and smiled at Zhang Ye, "Okay, I'll go upstairs and wash my hands first."

Then she turned and went upstairs.

Washed my hands and changed my warm home clothes.