Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Auntie, you praised Master Yan and I admired Master Wen.

The old man was a little bit fluttering, "It's okay."

Yan Rusheng is still standing still.

An aunt holding a long sword smiled and beckoned to him, "lady, come here."

The aunt shouted and walked forward to Yan Rusheng. To his side, she enthusiastically pulled his arm and dragged him into the group of aunts and aunts.

"There are two young people in our team who lack vitality."

Because of the handsome looks, the aunts took special care of each other and tried to teach him to practice Tai Chi.

Always compare his grandson or granddaughter to him from time to time.

Looking at the smiling faces of the uncles and aunts, Master Yan's heart was broken.

His tallest, coupled with his stiff and unfamiliar movements, made him stand out from the crowd.

"Lao Wen, your granddaughter looks familiar to me."

"I look familiar too."

The morning exercise of the elderly was over, everyone left with their own props, and before leaving, several aunts came to Mr. Wen,

Talk about Yan Rusheng's face that is often in the news.

Yan Yusheng's footsteps went faster and faster in the debate.

Back at the TCM clinic, he immediately said goodbye to the old man because the company had an urgent matter.

This place, he didn't want to stay for a second.

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The knock on the door stimulated the eardrums like thunder, and she opened her eyes, opened the quilt, and gritted her teeth and looked at the ceiling. "You are as dead as a word."

She got up and jumped out of bed, glanced at the small alarm clock on the bedside table, just seven o'clock.

She strode forward to the big door, opened the door, and waited for her to see clearly, the tall figure struck her with a scent of wine.

"Wen Xuxu, you're dead." Yan Rusheng stepped forward, clasped Xuxu's shoulders with both hands, and handed her to the wall in one breath, and he closed her mouth successfully the next second.

Xu Xu's eyes were wide, looking at the man who kissed her.

what's the situation? Shouldn't it be him who is dead? She rushed to knock on her door early in the morning.

Thinking, she shoved him with her hands against the living chest, but the man was too strong, and she stunned, but he remained motionless.

Without touching for so many days, the kiss was out of hand, and Yan Yan's hands suddenly copied from behind the lifelike, hugging her petite body, and clinging to her tightly.

Kiss, trying to move down her chin.

"Yi Yansheng, you won't let go again, you don't want to step into my door in the future." He looked down vividly and looked at the man in front of him seriously.

Her voice made Yan Yan startled, his movements stopped, he looked up and saw the seriousness on her face.

When he came, he immediately threw his head behind him, hugged her, smiled slightly and pleased, "Lifelike, forgive me this time, OK, I promise there will be no next time."

Xu Xu didn't move, and said seriously: "Only hard-won, can we cherish it."

How could he know how much affection, expectation, and determination she had poured into that box of chocolates.

When she saw the chocolate appearing in Fang Jiayin's hand, it seemed as if one hand rushed over and took out her heart, bloody.

He said he loved her, she believed.

Because he speaks as if he is living, if he doesn't care, he will not care.