Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

‘What awkward are they bothering? The child was burned like that, she didn't care about him. ’

‘Asheng, the rubber out of the medicine has been peeled for you. Eat it. ’

‘If it were n’t for you to burn like this, I ’m afraid that you would burn to death, and grandma would be sad, and you thought I was willing to control you. ’

What did he do to make him so cold? What did he do?

Thinking about these years, any one of them was seriously injured for her.

Xuxiu ignored him, whether he was right or not, he deserved it.

After the old lady was disgusted by words, she returned to her bed to lie down and be quiet.

The room was silent again, and in my ears, the only sound of the train running was heard.

Yan Ru had sweated all day, and had not eaten for a day, and his head was heavier than his body. He grasped the hook on the wall, got up, and sat against the wall.

There were only small lights in the room, and the lights were dim.

The opposite Su Yan was facing the wall, hiding in the quilt and looking at the phone.

Yan Rusheng reached out and picked up the cup at the bedside, glanced at it, obviously a men's thermos cup.

Then he unscrewed the cup, tried the temperature of the water inside, and drank a few sips.

His throat seemed to be cracking. After drinking the water, he knew how thirsty he was.

After drinking the water, he closed the lid of the cup and looked out the window. He stunned, and occasionally encountered a street lamp. The light flashed from his dark eyes, and it was a solitude and loneliness.

The fever has not completely subsided, the hair is all sweaty, and the clothes are wet.

He took off the outer sweater, and there was only a thin autumn clothes left. He just sat there until the opposite Su Yan's cell phone went out, and he fell asleep before he stomped on the shop floor.

After lowering the bunk, he stared instinctively at the vivid head of the bed.

The heart trembled slightly.

There was a small lamp on the bedside of Xuxu. She was sitting on the bed with headphones plugged in her ears, sitting cross-legged on the bedside, crooking her neck, leaning her head against the bedside wall, and looking out the window.

I don't know what she was thinking, that Yingying Shuimu blinked.

"Xu ..." Yan Rusheng opened his mouth, but stopped talking, and his feet felt pain.

Finally, he lowered his head, turned, opened the door, walked out, and then gently brought the door back on.

It was he who made this step himself, and even approaching it became a luxury.

Yan Rusheng was born in the bathroom, washed his face, and returned to the door of the room. He did not open the door to enter, stood outside and looked at the dark outside.

After a while, the radio started to report that it was about to reach the next station.

Hearing the broadcast, Yan Rusheng turned and reached for the door and entered the room.

The lower bunk was still sitting there in the same state, and she was sitting there so quietly, all of which made his heart hurt.

Because for so many years, she was so quiet a person who bears all the sweetness and bitterness he gave her.

No, is it sweet?

He never seemed to really give her.

He didn't put on the bunk, he bent down and sat down at the end of the vivid bed. He looked at her, she looked out the window.

After a while, Xuxu took off his headphones and lay down, Yan Rusheng still sitting, his eyes followed her.

I arrived in Kyoto at five o'clock in the morning, and Kyoto was the terminal station. The radio started to shout early.

"Changed tickets."

The trainer opened the door of their room very softly and shouted loudly inside.

Xuxu probably just fell asleep, was awakened by the shout of the trainer, and his small body trembled obviously in the quilt. Yan Rusheng was very upset.