Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Lu Yishan looked at him like this, a little scared, his voice sulking, "Yesterday ... Yesterday I met with Sanxuan at a nearby West Point store. I said that men sent love to women and gave roses, and women showed love to men and sent chocolate , She ... she made a box for you. "

Lu Yishan's words didn't fall, suddenly one hand reached over, holding on to the collar of words.

With a bang, a fist smashed into the corner of his mouth, and blood was immediately spit out of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Zhuoheng pushed him against the wall again. The angry breath erupted like fire, his eyes stared at him redly, and the distressed roared, "You are not worthy of being so vivid and love you. "

After screaming, he raised his fist again.

Ming Ansheng they hurried forward to stop, "A Heng, don't do this."

Ming Ansheng and Lu Yinan were both holding Jiang Zhuoheng's arm and wanted to pull him away.

Yan Rusheng's eyes were shocked.

‘You do n’t deserve to love you so much ...’

As if suddenly reacting, he reached out and shoved Jiang Zhuoheng away, then turned and ran in the direction of the annual meeting hall.

He walked into the hall, his head throbbing inside, and he ran through the crowd like a madman, wandering, looking.

No, Wen Xuxue was angry, sad, disappointed, she must have gone.

Thinking, he turned and hurried to the door.

"General Yan."

Yan Ru gave birth to the hall of the annual conference. He walked to the stairs in three steps and two steps. At the entrance of the stairs, he reached out to push the door and hit Qiao Jian.

Yan Ru anxiously asked him, "Did you see Wen Xuxu?"

Qiao Jian said, "I'm here to tell you that I just met my wife in the lobby and she seems to have gone."

His words did not fall, Yanrusheng flashed past him, and went downstairs to the corner of the stairs.

Words are living, you **** it! Damn ten thousand times!

Yan Rusheng ran to the parking space in a breath and saw that the vivid car was no longer in the parking space. He quickly took the car key to unlock his car lock and got into the car. He blamely hammered the steering wheel and then started the car.

Backing up, drifting, stepping on the accelerator deeply, the car rushed out at the speed of a rocket and disappeared from the door of a luxury hotel instantly.

Yan Rusheng took the blue-faced headphones, dialed the number of Father Wen, and heard the voice of Father, he tried to calm his emotions as much as possible, "Grandpa, it is me, Yansan."

"Yan San?" Father Wen heard the sound of Yan Rusheng and was surprised. "Why did you call me?"

Because Yan Rusheng never called him.

Yan Rusheng originally wanted to ask Father Wenxu whether he had returned to his mother's home, but if she thought that Xuxue was angry and sad, it would be so late that she would definitely not go to Grandpa to let Grandpa worry about her.

He didn't want to worry the old man either, so he smiled and said, "I want to wish you a happy Christmas Eve."

On the phone, the old man sneered indifferently, "Huh, what do foreigners do on my holiday?"

After speaking, he asked, "What's lifelike? She called at night and said you would come to me to have lunch tomorrow?"

Yan Rusheng smiled back and said, "Yes, go to you tomorrow."

After chatting with the old man, he found an excuse to hang up the phone, and then he dialed the vivid number again.

As he expected, lifelikeness was absent.

On the street, there are glittering Christmas trees everywhere. Children in the square hold fireworks sticks and happily circle the adults.