Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Couple holding hands, many Santa Claus actors, wearing Santa's clothes, give gifts to passers-by.

There is a strong Christmas atmosphere everywhere.

Yan Rusheng held a steering wheel in one hand and a fist against his chin in one hand, and his deep black eyes looked at the road ahead. The snowflakes in the sky drifted more and more, passing by his eyes.

‘This is your room key. ’

‘Do you still have your own room? ’

‘Of course… I ’m also a senior executive of the company. ’

‘When a woman expresses her love to a man, she sends chocolate, and she makes a box of chocolates for you. ’

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

Suddenly, his foot was forced hard, and the accelerator was pushed to the end, while passing the intersection with the last second of the green light.

The snow was falling and growing, and everything had been clothed with a thin layer of white.

Yan Rusheng opened the window and let the cold wind blow in, piercing his nerves.

His body shivered more and more, and he glanced out the car window.

Lifelike, so cold, where have you been?

...

Yan Rusheng called home several times and Zhang Ye's answer was ‘Miss has n’t returned yet’.

‘Bang Bang’

He chose the lifelike apartment for the first stop. He stood at the door and knocked hard, but there was no response inside.

Just now when he was downstairs, he saw that the lights in the room were off, and he wasn't really sure if she was here.

But he thought she had nowhere else to go except here.

Based on his understanding of her, she would not take the initiative to tell others about her heart, whether happy or sad ...

Especially sad.

Therefore, he thought she should not go to Zhou Tong so late.

‘Bang Bang’

Yan Rusheng stopped for a moment, then fisted a few times on the door.

"What knocks at night? Do you know the climax of Lao Tzu?"

Instead of knocking on the door of Xu Xu's house, he knocked on the door of the house next door. A young man was wearing only a magazine, holding the door lock in one hand, and holding the door frame in one hand, frowning at the words as if living Roared.

Yan Rusheng held his hand in the air and froze, turning his head to look at it, and the man despised him again: "What to look at? Nothing, this is not a bird, you can't change it?"

"Very good." Yan Rusheng, the man who yelled at his teeth, nodded, his voice cold.

As he said, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the man's arm, dragged him outside the door, and quickly drew himself into his house.

Then, with a slam, the door closed.

"Bang, bang!"

The man who was said to be closed outside the door shouted at the door and shouted, "Your sister, I'll let you change one, and you're so close ..."

"Dare you touch my woman, I can't see you tomorrow's sun!"

Yan Rusheng ignored the men's intimidation outside the door, strode through the living room, the bedroom door was open, and he went straight in.

In the bedroom, the clothes on the ground are messy, and there is a slutty scene.

The woman lying on the big bed saw a strange man come in, and the instinctual response was to pull the quilt to cover her body, exclaiming, "Ah ... who are you?"

"Shut up." Yan Rusheng turned his head and glanced sharply at her.

The woman trembled in shock, closed her mouth immediately, and saw a fascinating face in her eyes.

Yan Rusheng walked through the bedroom and into the balcony.

"Handsome guy, you're cold outside, come in and talk." The woman in the room suddenly jumped off the bed, undressed.