Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

With her eyes lit, she got out of bed with her mobile phone, opened the door of the closet, took out the black underwear she had bought recently, and put it in the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror, she pointed her mobile phone camera at the mirror, leaning her other hand on her waist, posing in a coquettish and charming pose, and took a picture.

Looking at the picture of herself wearing three o'clock, she was decisive when taking it, but now she was ready to send it to Yan Rusheng, and she hesitated again.

She was not so open after all.

Xuxu bit her lip and fought with her self-esteem, and then she made a decision with a bite in her teeth, and opened a text message to Yan Rusheng to pass.

After the photo was sent, she sat back on the bed, feeling utterly uneasy.

She didn't know how Yan Rusheng would react to receiving the photos she sent, whether she felt that she was shameless, or whether she would expect the same effect.

However, Yan Rusheng still didn't respond to her.

She was a little discouraged, and now she knows that stalking is also a technical job and also requires talent.

Hey, forget it, his anger will always go away.

Xuxu sighed helplessly in his heart, reached out, picked up the phone and put it in the bedside table drawer, then turned off the light, lay down and pulled the quilt to cover his head.

She had a lot of work during the day, she thought for a while after lying down, and soon fell asleep.

This sleep, I want to sleep until the next day.

When she woke up, she couldn't care about washing, opened the door and rushed out. Two or three steps to the door of Yan Rusheng's room, she reached out and twisted the door lock.

But she knew that Yan Rusheng was definitely not in the room.

Pushing the door open, as she expected, the cups were neat and tidy, and the room was a little deserted, as if no one had slept in it last night.

She discouraged and brought the door.

After washing downstairs, Zhang Huan told her Yan Rusheng had left.

This is to follow the rhythm of her cold war ...

One morning, Xuxu didn't see anyone who was so full of life, because she sent him a three-point photo last night, and she was embarrassed to knock on the door of his office to find her.

She now particularly regrets that she had a fever in her head last night.

Xuxu clutched his head in annoyance. He hadn't seen each other for more than ten days. This was the longest time that they had been apart for so many years.

He gave her a bunch of roses every day these days, and sugar-coated shells attacked.

As he said, she was disarmed long ago. For several nights, she almost bought a plane ticket and flew over to find him.

It was so hard to look forward to him, she didn't even see his face, he didn't know whether he was thin or fat these days.

After lunch, Xuxu was sitting in position, with one hand on his cheek, looking at Yan Rusheng's office door, frowning.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Yan Rusheng poked his head out of it and looked at Qiao Jian's position. "Qiao Jian, come in."

Shouting at Qiao Jian, he entered the office again.

Xuanxu plucked up his courage, got up, and chased in, "Mr. Yan, would you like to make you a glass of water?"

God knows how hard it is for her to please someone.

In particular, Yan Rusheng, a man she refused to defeat him since she was a child.

She stood behind Yan Rusheng, her arms clasped in her clothes, her cheeks a little red, her head down and she didn't dare to lift her head.

Still because of the three-point photo, I feel shame.

"Go out." Yan Rusheng sat on his luxurious boss chair, watching Wen Xuxue standing a few meters away, and driven her expressionlessly.